Author's Note

This is a fic I submitted for AskSquishyLuna's contest. It won third place. It's meant to be a one-shot, but I will continue if you'd like me to.
This contains vore, so if you don't like, don't read.

Chapter 1

I stood outside of the main antechamber for a brief moment, trying to bring my breathing under control. After a moment, I braced myself, and opened the door with my dark green magic. Behind me, my magic pulled the cart loaded with many foodstuffs followed.

“My queen?” I called, “I have brought your afternoon tea? Are you interested, m'lady?”

“Of course I am!” Came the loud reply, “Come in proper, Eternity!”

I rounded one of the curtains that the Queen had requested, and took in the sight of the magnificent alicorn I lived to serve.

Queen Luna was quite a sight: taller than every other pony, and the amount of pounds she'd packed onto her frame forcing her to the floor and keeping her there. Her bright mane was kept out of her face with an elastic, and her tail was currently being brushed by Tobias, her favourite male servant.

She smiled, her turqoise eyes lighting up at the sight of the overstuffed cart, “Good job, Eternity! Did you fit everything we wanted on there?”

“Of course I did, my Queen,” I replied, bringing the cart to rest beside the magnificent expanse of Luna's belly. It spread several feet to each side of the queen, and was only eclipsed by the expanse of her royal buttocks. Her back rose high above her head, many rolls squished together that were difficult to clean because of their depth.

Luna used the maximum of her mobility to wiggle her body, sending ripples and waves through her entire body, “Good. Now, feed me! It's quite a while until dinner, and we must not let us waste away!”

“Of course not, my Queen,” I replied, beginning the long process of feeding the alicorn with my magic.

Hours pass, for my Queen doesn't like to rush through her food, and just as I finish feeding her the last pastry, another servant enters, baring the four overstuffed cartloads that signal dinner is ready to be served.

Luna sighs in contentment, “How are the volunteers faring, Hakkon?”

“Fatter and fatter with each passing day, Your Highness,” The cook replied, smiling wide, “Yester, Lucky reached her goal of 500 pounds. She declared herself ready to be served and we prepared her to your liking.”

Luna licked her lips, drool visibly beginning to collect in her mouth, “Good. When will the next one be ready?”

“I believe Rocky will be ready next week. He's done as we instructed, though it's been hard. He hasn't done anything for himself for four years, and he's been on his strict diet. His flesh will be delicious and well marbled, and shouldn't be stringy or tough for your royal jaws.”

Luna brightened, “Good. Now, feed me, Hakkon.”

Hakkon bowed respectfully, “Of course.”

His horn lit up with green magic, which began to feed the first course of Luna's feast to the monarch. I took my empty cart, and began the short trek to the kitchen. On the way, I passed many mirrors, as Queen Luna had been very fond of watching her glorious body expand with layer upon layer of fat. Even now, she had many mirrors in her chambers.

I refused to glance at my own reflection, knowing that the fit unicorn I had once been was long gone, buried under a soft layer of pudge that came with working with food for the Queen all the time. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Fen, Hakkon's assistant, still carving up Lucky's massive, cooked corpse into dishes for the princess.

“Did she go peacefully?” I asked cautiously, wincing at the harsh smell of cooked pony flesh.

“Of course she did. She volunteered years ago. She enjoyed being fattened, and relished in the thought of becoming one with our magnificent queen.”

“Good,” I replied, “How many more courses did Queen Luna request for tonight?”

“As many as we could make from whatever volunteer was chosen,” Fen replied, sliding an elegantly garnished plate of meat with gravy forward. I put it on the cart. This occurred for several more minutes before Fen had to begin carving again.

“Do you ever miss before all of this?” I asked, “I-I miss some of my friends that were killed in the battle, but I'm more than happy that our Queen came out on top.”

Fen shrugged, “Sure, some things are harder now, trying to keep up with Queen Luna's appetite, but I'm glad Celestia was banished to the moon. From what I heard, our poor Queen suffered so much there that she lost every inch of glorious fat she'd had before she was banished. Can you imagine how cold and miserable she must have felt?”

“No,” I admitted, “I'm glad Luna is comfortable enough to become so large. She tried to move her wings yesterday.”

“Really? How could you tell? Aren't they buried under the rolls on her back?”

“They are. I came in to offer her some wine, and saw her back fat jiggling. I was worried and asked what was wrong. She said she wanted to see if she could feel the wings moving amongst her folds.”

“Could she?” Fen asked, finally running out of pony flesh. He began to quickly plate what would be Luna's massive dessert, all pre-prepared in beyond massive quantities.

“Yes. She said it was a curious sensation,” I replied, “I believe her.”

After a few more minutes, the cart was once again full. I waved goodbye to Fen as I left, going back toward my ever expanding Queen. When I arrived, she had just polished off the last of the carts that Hakkon had brought her.

I rolled the cart over to her, and began to feed her, giving Hakkon a break.

Luna's eyes squinted at me through the fat that dripped down her forehead and collected in her cheeks, melting into her neck. Her head was nearly spherical, sunken deeply into her many chins and neck rolls, which were the only evidence of her possessing a neck in the first place.

A hoof, almost completely obscured by the fat that had folded over her shoulder and knee, brushed my side. I looked up, pausing mid feed.

“I thank you for your services to me,” Luna smiled, her horn lighting with night blue magic.

I forced myself to relax. As Luna's mouth began to open, her magic forced me into unconsciousness, and I knew nothing of her eating me whole and raw.