Eating Out

by Shamrock95

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Thunderlane, Other, Romance
Length: 2779

Blossomforth feeds Thunderlane, and then Thunderlane eats out Blossomforth.

Thunderlane is waiting in eager anticipation for more of his marefriend Blossomforth's awesome chocolate brownies. Little does he know that he'll soon get to eat something much more satisfying...

Contains: fat anthro ponies, female nudity, feeding, cunnilingus.

Published 2016-05-13 19:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-13 19:50:01 UTC

Eating Out

Thunderlane's stomach growled.

Feeling the vibration of his tummy spread through his sizeable midsection, he chuckled and patted the great charcoal mountain that was his stomach with a hand, setting it off wobbling and quivering like a big bowl of pudding. He squeezed his eyes shut and giggled as he relished the sensation of his fat wobbling and sloshing about. Sweet Celestia, that sensation never got old. He then made an attempt to quell his hunger by reaching to his side, where a platter of cookies lay, and grabbing a few to stuff into his mouth. He chewed slowly, savouring the sweet, buttery taste as the chocolate chips and cookie dough danced on his tongue in a perfect harmony of flavour. Blossomforth had baked them herself, of course.

Thunderlane smiled, resting a hand on his gut as he thought of the first time he'd tried Blossomforth's baking, when they'd hooked up almost two years ago. She'd invited him back to her house after a date, and offered to let him sample some of the cookies she'd made for the Ponyville Bake Sale. One bite, and Thunderlane hadn't just fallen in love with Blossomforth—he'd fallen in love with her baking, too.

As it turned out, Blossomforth loved baking almost as much as Thunderlane loved eating her baking. He'd found himself dropping by her house once a week to sample whatever delicious concoction she'd whipped up that week. Blossomforth was always eager to get an "expert's opinion", as she called it. Once a week soon became twice a week, then three times. Eventually, Thunderlane just moved in with Blossomforth altogether, giving him unlimited access to her baking whenever he felt like it... which was very often indeed.

Thunderlane was soon shoving more food down his throat than ever before, and it quickly began to show on his figure. Thunderlane had scarcely even noticed until he'd had trouble buttoning up his pants one day. He'd seen himself in the mirror, his new paunch of a belly hanging over the waistband of his jeans. He remembered how he'd pressed a palm into his belly, and felt a deep, warm tingling sensation within himself. He soon recognised it as a feeling not of shame, but of pleasure. He had to admit it—he enjoyed putting on weight almost as much as he did eating. He didn't just want to eat... he wanted to get fatter. As fat as he could, even.

He confessed all of this to Blossomforth, and had prepared himself for a barrage of recriminations. Instead, to his pleasant shock, Blossomforth had something else entirely to say in the matter.

"I might not know a whole lot about how you feel, Thunderlane," she'd said, before smiling and placing a hand on his soft, sagging belly. "But I do know that you look cuter than ever with a bit of pudge on you... and I'm willing to bet you'll just get cuter as time goes on."

That had pretty much settled it. Comfortable in the knowledge that his marefriend supported him, Thunderlane indulged himself more than ever— not just on baking, but on fast food and snacks, too. In a month, he'd outgrown another pair of pants, and in two months, he split his jeans right down the rear as he bent over to pick up a bag of chips from the floor. He began to cross the line from chubby to fat, and then from fat to obese.

Now, two years later, Thunderlane tipped the scales at just under five hundred pounds of blubber. His belly was an enormous mass of concentrated feeding, divided by a deep, long roll that ran just above his cavernous belly button. Resting atop it was a pair of moobs that could have given Blossomforth's E-cups a run for their money. Blossomforth never tired of playing with them when they were in bed. Down below, a pair of gigantic globes of adipose had taken the place of his ass cheeks, sagging slightly under their weight and bouncing with every waddling, lumbering step he took. His thighs were huge and meaty, his thigh gap long since shrunk to nothing, and an impressive pair of cankles formed two rings above his plump feet.

Thunderlane sighed happily as he swallowed his mouthful of cookies. All the food he could eat, a loving and supportive marefriend... he really couldn't have asked for a better life.

His nostrils twitched as the delectable scent of deep, rich chocolate caressed his sinuses, teasing his pallet as it wafted from the kitchen down the hall. That smell could only mean one thing... Blossomforth was making brownies. If there was one thing that drove Thunderlane wild, it was chocolate, and Blossomforth knew it full well. Thunderlane felt his mouth begin to water as he anticipated the moment when he'd be shoving those brownies down his throat, letting even more calories go to his belly and ass...

The bedroom door creaked open, and the love of Thunderlane's life strode in. Blossomforth was naked save for a pretty pink apron, her nipples visible through it as her breasts strained against the fabric. She smiled widely as she headed over to her obese coltfriend.

"Hey there, Thundie," she said sweetly, sitting down on what little space there was on the edge of the bed. "How you doing? Ready to eat?"

Thunderlane smiled back, reaching out a pudgy hand for Blossomforth to take in her own. "I always am, Blossom. You know me."

"Oh, I know you, Thunderlane," Blossomforth whispered, her voice going low and sultry as she placed a hand on Thunderlane's belly. "I know how much you love stuffing that fat face of yours. I know how much food you can put away in just one sitting, how you can clear out entire buffets on your own..."

She pulled Thunderlane into a kiss, her tongue running along the back of his teeth while her hand slid up his belly towards his chest. Her fingers slipped under one of his moobs, feeling the soft, sweaty flesh beneath. In response, Thunderlane let go of her hand and reached out to grope one of her own ample breasts, feeling her nipple underneath the apron and tweaking it playfully between his fat finger and thumb. Blossomforth let out a little squeak of pleasure as she broke the kiss, before caressing Thunderlane's plump cheek.

"Ready to eat, big boy?"

Thunderlane licked his lips eagerly. "Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, just wait right there and I'll bring it out." Blossomforth turned to leave, then stopped. "Oh, and since the baking's done, I won't be needing this anymore..."

Her hands reached behind her back and deftly undid the straps on the apron, allowing it to fall to the floor. Thunderlane's grin grew even wider as he saw her beautiful, tight butt come into view, those two perfectly sculpted cheeks on full display. With a cheeky wiggle of her hips, Blossomforth headed out to the kitchen.

She soon returned pushing a large catering trolley, one with three trays. Each one held a baking tray that was filled with chocolate brownies. They looked absolutely delectable—thick, dark melted chocolate oozed over light chocolate sponge, and the sweet aroma drifting from them was almost tangible.

"Looking hungry there, Thundie," Blossomforth grinned, as she set the trolley next to the bed. Picking up a tray, she held it just low enough for her perky breasts and rosy nipples to be visible to Thunderlane. Thunderlane eagerly reached forward to take one, only for Blossomforth to move the tray away from him.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she said, shaking her head. "I don't think so."

"What? But I'm hungry," Thunderlane whined, giving her a pitiful hangdog expression.

"I know that, silly," Blossomforth giggled. "Which is why I'm going to feed you."

She set the tray back down on the trolley, before picking up a brownie and wafting it just under Thunderlane's nose. "Do you want this?"

"Yes..." Thunderlane moaned, his stomach growling loudly enough to be audible throughout the room.

Blossomforth smiled. "Then eat up, tubster." She moved the brownie to Thunderlane's lips, and he dutifully opened his mouth wide and let her deposit the brownie on his fat tongue. She scarcely had time to get her fingers away from his mouth before it clamped shut. Thunderlane closed his eyes as he chewed, making little mmm noises as the brownie crumbled between his teeth, the chocolate icing sending little electric jolts of pleasure through his taste buds. No sooner had he swallowed it than Blossomforth was on hand with another one. As he wolfed down the second brownie, she leaned in closer to cuddle up to him, her breasts squishing against his porky shoulder, one hand running along his belly while the other slipped into the space between his back and the pillows that propped him up into a sitting position on the bed. Heavens to Celestia, but he was so soft. Not for the first time, Blossomforth thought of just how damned lucky she was to have a coltfriend as big, as beautiful, as sexy as Thunderlane was. Simply watching him eat was turning her on like nothing else. She could feel her nethers growing moist and warm as she watched him lick chocolate icing off her fingers. She'd deal with that later, though. Right now, she had a stallion to feed.

"Enjoying yourself, you great big pig of a stallion?" she whispered into his ear, as she picked up a third brownie.

"Mmm... mmhmm," Thunderlane replied, smiling softly. "I'm still starving, though."

"Oh, of course you are," Blossomforth cooed, as she fed him the third brownie. "You big, sexy, greedy butterball, you. Some day, I'll have you so fat that you won't even be able to walk, and then you really will have nothing to do but eat, and eat, and eat until you burst."

Thunderlane chuckled. "I like the sound of that, Blossom."

Before long, the tray was empty. Thunderlane licked his lips and let out an appreciative belch.

"Good colt," Blossomforth beamed, giving his gargantuan gut a pat. "One down, two to go."

"Awesome," Thunderlane grinned, "Wha- ack!"

He was cut off by Blossomforth shoving an entire fistful of brownies into his mouth. His eyes widened as he felt his mouth being stuffed to capacity with a full tray's worth of brownies, his cheeks swelling as his tongue was pressed down by the food being packed on top of it. His mouth was forced open by the amount of food in it, brownies visible in between his lips.

"B-Blo'ufah!" he protested.

"Something wrong, Thundie?" Blossomforth giggled.

"T-tuh muh!" Thunderlane replied, crumbs spraying from his mouth.

"Too much?" Blossomforth replied, snorting. "Don't be silly. Come on, you can do it!"

Thunderlane doubted that, but he decided that trying was at least preferable to choking. Grunting, he managed to move his jaw a little, barely penetrating the mass of brownie in his mouth. He continued making those slight chewing motions, moaning. As he did so, he realised that with each chew, the lump seemed to be growing a little softer, a little easier to masticate. His jaw began to ache as he struggled to soften the mound of chocolate sponge in his maw, seeming to make pitifully little progress. But he was getting there—it was slow, but he was getting there. Noticing how Thunderlane was making progress, Blossomforth smiled and placed two fingers on his chins in anticipation of what was coming next.

Grunting, Thunderlane screwed his eyes shut and swallowed. Blossomforth grinned and bit her lip as she felt it—that massive bulge of food running down his throat, causing it to swell out even under all the fat surrounding his neck as it made its way into his stomach. His mouth finally clear, Thunderlane gasped for air.

"Alright, Thunderlane!" Blossomforth cheered. "Told you you could do it!"

Thunderlane gave her a deadpan look. "Don't ever do that again."

Chastened, Blossomforth looked down at his belly, shamefaced. "I-I'm sorry, Thundie. I don't know what came over me..."

"Would you pass me the last tray, please?" Thunderlane asked.

"Um... okay. Don't you want me to feed you?" Blossomforth asked, as she picked up the tray and rested it on his chest.

"I don't trust you. Not after that stunt," Thunderlane replied stiffly, before giving her a wide smile.

"This one's all mine."

Thunderlane picked up a brownie, and began to slowly and seductively lick the corner of it. Blossomforth blushed. Is he...?

Thunderlane's tongue flicked around the corners of the brownie, leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake as he lapped up the icing, giving Blossomforth a sultry look all the while. Her blush deepened. Oh sweet Celestia, he is.

"Th-Thunderlane!" she moaned, as she felt her nipples and clit begin to stiffen in appreciation. "You know how much that turns me on..."

"Oh, I do," Thunderlane said softly, reaching forward and pinching one of her nipples, causing a primal moan to come forth from her throat. "I know just how much you love this, Blossom. How damned hot it makes you..." He began licking the brownie again, his tongue wrapping almost the whole way around it. "Mmmm... so good..."

"Ugh... Th-Thundie..." Blossomforth gasped. "Please don't..." She could feel the urge, the need, spreading through her loins. That powerful, primal urge that took over every neuron of her mind, forcing her to think of how much she needed release. "Stop it..."

"Getting a little flustered?" Thunderlane smirked, running his tongue up and down his fingers.

Blossomforth whimpered. "Please!"

"Need some release?"

"Stop it!"

"Beg for it," Thunderlane said simply.

"Wh-what?"

"Beg for it, and I'll quit teasing you."

Blossomforth moaned, bucking her hips slightly, her pride refusing to let her give in. But the urge was so strong now, the fire of arousal burning even brighter within her loins. "Oooh..."

"Come on, Blossom..." Thunderlane grinned, tweaking her nipple again. That was enough to finally tip her over the edge.

"Okay, okay!" she practically screamed. "Please, eat me out! Eat me out now!"

Thunderlane smiled warmly. "Your wish is my command."

No sooner had he said it than Blossomforth had feverishly scrambled up his titanic belly, twisting herself around and practically shoving her dripping, aching marehood in his face. Thunderlane's tongue poked out... and then proceeded to deliberately touch everything but Blossomforth's G-spot, sounding confused. "Um... how do you do this aga-"

"Thunderlane!" Blossomforth screamed. "Do it properly, or so help me I'll do something we'll both regret!"

Thunderlane decided that he'd tormented her long enough, and began to eat her out in earnest. His tongue brushed up against her stiff little fun button, licking lovingly around it and savouring the slightly sweet taste of her marehood, her musky scent filling his nostrils. He was rewarded by Blossomforth moaning in ecstasy above him, curling her toes as she pressed down even further into his face.

"Oooh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, yes..."

Thunderlane could taste salty juices begin to flow from Blossomforth's crotch, and took that as his cue to redouble his efforts. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, before withdrawing and gently biting her clit.

"Oh!" Blossomforth gasped. "Oh, Thunderlane..."

Thunderlane found himself moaning alongside her as he continued to do his thing. With how preoccupied they were, neither of them noticed the ominous creaking sound coming from under the bed. Blossomforth's breath grew shorter and more ragged as she approached her climax. Thunderlane prepared to deliver the final blow. He wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked. Hard.

Blossomforth shrieked in delight as her orgasm hit her like a roaring waterfall, wave upon wave of pleasure sent cascading over her body. Beneath her, Thunderlane moaned as he felt a rope of cum shoot from his dick, buried somewhere under his belly, as Blossomforth's juices poured into his mouth.

Finally, the bed decided that that was its cue to exit. With a loud crack! and a shriek from the two occupants, the boards underneath split in two, sending Thunderlane crashing to the ground, his flab wobbling wildly from the impact. With a yelp, Blossomforth rolled off him, landing flat on her back on the floor.

A moment of silence passed, before Thunderlane spoke up sheepishly.

"I think we overdid it a bit."

"And, um..." Blossomforth got up, revealing a large brown splat on her back. "I might have landed on the brownies." She giggled.

"Well, come over here," Thunderlane said, licking his lips. "No sense in letting it go to waste."

Blossomforth laughed. "You really are a glutton, you know that?"

Thunderlane laughed alongside her. "And that's why you love me!"

END

Author's Note

First clopfic, yaaaaaaaaay