Into the Sun's Core
By Cherrylicous.
Belly Aches.
The night dragged on slowly; the bright disk of the gibbous-moon hanging watchfully over the rolling hills and fields. Crickets chirped their merry tunes as the cold, damp air rustled through the ornately placed trees lining the streets of Canterlot. The whole city was asleep now. The only activity being the light of auburn street-lamps and the occasional city guard as he went on his routine patrol. It was an average night. A calm and quiet night. And yet, her majesty, princess Celestia was having a truly hellacious time trying to get to sleep.
With the moonlight streaming in through the large balcony windows, Celestia let out an anguished, grumbling sigh as she tossed and turned across her bed in discomfort. Her breath was ragged and flustered as she forcefully kept her eyes shut, trying to find a comfortable position to lay. Taking a distraught breath she took one of her many lusciously plush pillows and pressed it directly over her face, trying to blot out the world around her. Finding it to no avail, she groaned in defeat and threw the pillow across the room along with her covered and sheets.
Sitting up on her haunches she let her lower legs hang down from the mattress just short of the pair or slippers that waited below. Her mane was a bedlam; a wild mess of faded hues of blue, pink and green. Her mouth hung slanted as she placed her hoof on her stomach. A whining growl arouse from her, along with an empty, painful sensation that ran up her throat and prodded at her dry tongue.
“Why am I so hungry?” She whined sleepily as she pressed her hoof firmly against her aching gut. She felt as if her stomach was performing acrobatics inside her, accompanied by a lingering feeling of nausea that would not let her be. Sighing in defeat, the hunger-plagued solar monarch slipped out of bed, her hooves landing in the softness of her slippers. Rubbing her eyes, she levitated a pink, silk robe over to herself and quickly wrapped her body in it.
She took a moment to stretch, limbering up her ligaments as she ran her tongue across her parched lips to moisten them before she proceeded on her way out of her chambers and down towards the kitchen. Like the rest of the Equestrian capital, the royal castle was dark and devoid of activity, save for herself as her hoof steps caused a small echo to sound as she navigate the halls and corridors. Finally, she arrived at the kitchen and quickly proceeded to the fringe. The thing was a monolith, easily towering over the regal Alicorn by several feet. So large was it that the kitchen staff had to have special stools to stand on to merely reach the higher shelves.
Taking a deep breath, Celestia quietly pulled the massive double doors open, letting a wash of golden light flood the room and bath over her slender form. Her eyes adjusting quickly, she was met with a glorious sight that made her heart flutter with excitement. From head to toe, the titanic leviathan of a fridge was stuffed to the brink with the widest assortment of meals. Literally dozens of eggs, smoked hams, pizzas, hot dogs, roast turkey, lettuce, ice cream, crème brûlée, apples, pears, grapes, and cake stuffed the giant refrigerator to the brim. Celestia felt her eyes widen and her mouth water hungrily as she gazed at the massive selection of goodies.
“A little midnight snake wouldn’t hurt.” She said to herself as she ignited her magic and levitated a massive chocolate cherry custard cake with buttercream frosting rosettes out of the fridge and over to the kitchen island counter, licking her lips in delight.
She cut herself a piece and daintily tore off a deliciously moist sliver off with her fork and brought it to her lips. Placing it her mouth, she wrapped her lips about the utensil and closed her eyes as the pastry fell on her taste buds.
She swore her heart skipped a beat as soon as the flavor washed across her tongue, her eyes shooting open and her pupils dilating. She paused for a moment, letting the fork linger between her lips before letting it slip from them. The room was deathly still. Celestia simply standing motionless in the light of still opened refrigerator.
Finally, she moved. Frantically, she looked down at the small cake slice and opened her mouth widely, tossing it into her waiting, lustful maw. Stuffing her cheeks full of cake, she let the sweet, rich, creamy flavor saturate her tongue before titling her head back and let her throat expand to accompany it. Taking a loving gulp she, worked the pastry down her throat and down into her waiting stomach.
She licked her lips in delight as she felt it enter her gut, quickly dissolving into nothing from the powerful muscles and acids that washed over it.
She sighed feeling it digest inside her, but much to her displeasure, she found that painful aching from before return to her. Prodding at her gut and tongue. She needed more.
Turning to the fridge, she levitated out a smoked ham and turkey; both of rather large size and brought them over to the counter along with the large cake and made herself a platter to take back to her room. She felt her stomach growl and lurch inside her, but the feeling was also accompanied with the bubbly sensation of excitement by her delicious assortment of goodies.
Enveloping the large tray in the golden aura of her magic, she blissfully levitated it in front of her and merrily began her way back towards her chambers. However as she turned to leave the kitchen, she failed to notice the other pony that had join her on her little midnight excursion.
A great clatter arouse as Celestia and her massive tray of foodstuffs collided with the dimly lit body of the other pony that she had not been aware until just then. The tray smacked him directly in the snout, catching Celestia off-guard and sending the mountain of food flying into the air and back down with a loud crash.
Celestia fell back on her haunches as she shook her head in surprise. Her eyes adjusting, she was met with a familiar face, her rather spoiled and arrogant her nephew, Prince Blue Blood.
“Oh god, my mane!” Blue Blood cried out in whining complaint. “This will take forever to wash out! What is the meaning of this!?”
Despite the annoying, shrill voice of her nephew going on and on about his looks, Celestia was more focused on how her snacks, and how they now covered the stallion from head to toe. Thick custard and frosting, along with smoked ham and turkey covered the stallions cream coat. The tantalizing mixture of salted meat and sugary sweets permeating the air and filling her nostrils, sending a small jolt of euphoria down her spine.
“I just wanted a bucking glass of water!” Blueblood continued as she tried to rub the frosting of his face, but only managing to smear more of the stuff on. “Auntie Celestia, what is the meaning of… why are you looking at me like that?”
There was a strange haze that glazed over the solar monarchs eyes. The light of the fridge behind her outlining her tall, slender figure and casting a looming shadow over the little princes’ cake-coated pelt. In a matter of seconds she closed the distance between them and let a slight grin trace across her lips.
Blue Blood simply stared back at her feeling very confused and a bit uncomfortable at how her eyes looked him over. “Auntie?” He asked again. However the only response he received was a mild chuckle.
Blueblood felt the hairs on his neck jump straight up as he looked her in the eyes. He couldn’t tell why, but for some reason despite seeing her practically every day, the face that he was looking at was completely alien. The way she looked at him through the glossy, fogy glaze of her eyes, how her lips hung and quivered, curling up into that faint, tender and at the same time, disturbing smile. He didn’t know why but the pony that staring back at him, did not seem like his dear, sweet aunt Celestia.
“Aunt—” However his anxious feelings were shortly and abruptly as she quickly closed the distance between them. In nearly a quarter of a second, the anxious stallion felt his heart stop as he watched on in awe as Celestia’s mouth expanded open wider then he would have ever thought possible and quickly enveloped his head. He let out a muffled cry as the warm, pulsating confines of her maw pressed against his forehead and lower jaw, coating them in hot, dripping saliva as her tongue swirled about his head, lapping at the sweet residue of culinary delights.
In a flight of panic, Blueblood tried to pull back out of the moist confines of the mare’s maw, but as he began to retreat, he found his efforts quickly extinguished as she wrapped her forelegs around him, pressing his own forelegs tightly against his torso and practically rendering him immobile for the most part.
She moaned around him lustfully as she beared down her weight on him, her stomach growling ferociously. With her stomach egging her on, the famished solar monarch relaxed her throat, pressing the tip of his snout into it before constricting the tight muscles again.
Blue Blood tried to scream, but his cries for help were muted as the tight, muscular tube of Celestia throat quickly pulled him in, forcing her throat to expand rapidly. Hot, musky air assaulted his nostrils and filled his lungs as he felt his head pulled ever deeper by the collapsing and expanding tube of muscle. Quickly working past his shoulders, Celestia pushed him against the wall, giving her some leverage as she worked past his torso and soon down and around the curvature of his flanks, leaving only his back hooves and tail exposed.
Tilting her head back, she let gravity assist her with the final hurdle. Blue Blood yelped as he felt her throat constrict around him one last time; a boisterously loud and wet gulp ringing out as he was forced down into the waiting cauldron of her stomach.
Celestia moaned in euphoric relief as her throat collapsed and her stomach expanded outwards. She had worked into a laying position while she had worked him down, and now she marvels at how large her stomach had become. She could see and feel him struggling inside her, causing her gut to wiggle and slosh about. Rolling onto her back, she sighed blissfully as her stomach churned and gurgled.
She couldn’t believe how good it felt! The sheer tightness and pressure that filled her stomach so perfectly! It was simply and plainly heaven to her. Taking a long, cleansing breath, she rolled over and got to her hooves. Standing up she noted how low her belly hung beneath her. It wasn't that low, but it was still very noticeable.
Suddenly she felt the pressure begin to build, rising up from her gut and resonating through her throat before erupting out from her mouth with a thunderous thrum. For several long minutes, the room was filled the loud, moist belches that forced themselves out of the princess the more and more her prey struggled inside her. Finally, the struggle began to subside, and with it, the incessant burping.
Licking her lips, Celestia chuckled as she patted her massive and still churning gut. “You know Blue Blood?” She cooed in a very sweet maternal tone. “I think you look good like this.” She chuckled to herself, receiving a gurgling monotone in response. However, as she began to make her way back towards her room, she was interrupted by an intense growling. Turning her attention back to her stomach, she listened only to find it was her stomach, once again demanding to be filled.
“Heh, seems I could go for seconds…” She said mischievously to herself. “I wonder what Twilight’s up too right now…”
