Night of the Living Sunbutt
Celestia looked over the landscape in front of herself, her expression grim and solemn. The entirety of it was covered in a white sheet, obviously a thick snowfall. Thicker than Equestria had ever seen, or the pegasi would ever permit. Had the Windigos returned, despite the harmony throughout Equestria? No, that made no sense to the mare. While the ground was covered in that layer, Celestia could feel the warm sun on her face. Not only that, but the tower Celestia was at the base of, the area around it was left untouched. Was this a prank by Discord? Oh, she would have words with him if so…
Slowly, the princess of Equestria trekked forward, eyes alert, senses sharp, wings splayed. She was in unknown territory, and she could not afford to lower her guard for even a fraction of a second. Dangers could lurk around every corner. Finally, her hoof hit the white sheen, and Celestia gasped with surprise, finding that it was most definitely not snow. She could smell it now, a sweetness radiating from the substance. Celestia lifted up the hoof that had made contact, gazing at the white that now coated her hoof, before she slowly, gently reached out her tongue, and licked it.
Celestia’s eyes grew wide, as she recognized the flavor instantly, a shiver running up her spine. Vanilla frosting, and it tasted perfect. With the taste on her tongue, Celestia was suddenly made painfully aware of the emptiness, no, the void in her stomach. This brought Celestia to a pause. That made no sense, though. Celestia was one of the original, immortal alicorns. Getting hungry didn’t really register on her radar anylonger, so why was it that in this land, it chose to rear it’s head? The princess thought idly on this prospect, still licking at her hoof, before sudden movement broke her line of concentration.
A ways in front of her, the frosting suddenly burst apart. Celestia’s head snapped up, focusing on the spot as the frosting settled. What she was surprised her. It was the undoubtable silhouette of a pony, yes, but they were undoubtedly different as well. Celestia could tell, even from here, that they were not a pony of flesh and blood. No, Celestia could see it. Soft, fluffy limbs, body, and head, covered in a layer of frosting on one side each, the only serving eyes, a pair of gumdrops. This wasn’t a pony of flesh and blood indeed, but instead, on of pastry and sweetness! What strange land had Celestia found herself in!?
“You there! Where exactly am I?” Celestia asked, taking a few slow steps towards the pastry pony. The figure visibly shuddered, before it’s head snapped to look at Celestia. The princess reeled back, the mouth of the pastry pony falling open, a raspberry beginning to ooze out of it’s ‘mouth’ and around the gumdrop eyes. “...Now, that’s just unsightly…” Celestia frowned, before the pastry creature began to surge forward at high speeds, racing towards Celestia, letting out a blood chilling screech.
Celestia let out a loud gasp, before her horn lit up brightly, pulsing for anything in the area that she could use. There, in the frosting to her right, she could sense the shape of something she could use, a weapon! Her horn gripped the hilt of the blade, before yanking it out of the snow. She was just in time as well, pulling the sword straight up through the front of the pastry pony, splitting it in two. The figure stood there for a few moments, before it’s two sides fell away from one another, unleashing a torrent of raspberry filling into the air.
The solar mare basked in her victory, before glancing to her sword once again. It was a large blade, no doubt a greatsword to the average sized pony, with a single edge to one side, but that wasn’t the only thing odd about it. The hilt guard, it appeared to be a large cookie, the handle itself was a candy cane of blueberry flavor. Meanwhile, the blade rose up, large and shimmering, a blue color as well. Celestia leaned forward and gave it a solitary lick, before her suspicions were confirmed. Jolly Rancher. What an odd place she’d found herself in, to find even the weapons themselves were made of candy and sweets.
A loud screech filled the air, accompanied by more, and Celestia found her train of thought suddenly halted. Her head whipped up, and she locked eyes with the source of the sounds. More of the pastry ponies had risen from the frosting, unicorns with candy cane horns and pegasi with taffy wings! Celestia readied herself, slipping into a battle ready stance, but at the same time, she could feel it. That pit in her stomach, that steady rumble it gave, the desire for more. The craving to consume. Celestia shook her head, focusing. This very well may be life and death! She dare not underestimate her opponent.
Like a great tidal wave, the horde began to set itself upon Celestia, intending to overwhelm her completely. The princess of Equestria, though, was not so easily beaten. No, she stood strong, like the great pillar against the waves, and when the first of the pastry ponies came into range, her blade swung through the air, singing out with the wind before cutting down her adversaries, their limbs popping off with ease before spraying their raspberry filling into the air. The red paste glowed softly when reflecting the sunlight, before splattering down, some coating the princess, but she hardly had time to focus on such things.
The battle was hard, and their numbers seemed endless, but Celestia refused to back down to the onslaught of these pastry devils! Celestia could see it in their gumdrop eyes, so filled with contempt, they sought to consume her whole. They desired revenge, for all of the pastries and candies and sweets Celestia had consumed over the course of her lifetime. For every cake, eclair, crepe, pancake, brownie, and candy she had ever consumed, they would have revenge for their brethren! That is, if they could get past Celestia’s blade.
The battle lasted through the day, and soon the moon was rising into the air, a massive lifesaver, surrounded by glittered sugar sprinkles. Celestia’ body felt heavy, the weight of her blade increasing with every swing as her magic began to falter. She panted softly, hair not even flowing anymore as she focused all her magic on the blade, her body covered in raspberry filling, her stomach rumbling like a beast, sapping the lion’s share of her strength. She felt so hungry, she could hardly focus, the sword wavering in her grasp. She was surrounded with the diced parts of the pastry onslaught, but still, they rose and came at her.
Without warning, Celestia heard a screech from behind her. She spun about, but it was too late. A pastry pony that she had cut in half at the waist had crawled around the corpses of it’s brothers, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and it had found it. Celestia reared up, but there was no time for a proper dog, she was too tired. This was it, the moment of reckoning. The pastry pony opened it’s jaws, hurling itself towards her leg, before clamping down with as much power as it could muster.
Celestia stood there for a few moments, eyes closed tightly, waiting for the pain, waiting for agony. The sensation of her flesh being torn asunder by the pastries. Yet...all she felt was a soft, gumming sensation on her ankle. Celestia opened her eyes, before glancing down under herself. The pastry pony remained there, gnawing on her leg, leaving raspberry filling, but...That’s when it suddenly clicked in Celestia’s mind, why this wasn’t hurting. None of the creatures had any teeth to speak of. Celestia smiled, before she placed her sword down, and gripped the pastry pony with magic, lifting it up in front of herself, her fatigue melting away.
“So, besides gumming at me with your mouth...Did you have any other plan to be threatening?” Celestia asked, cocking her head at the pastry creature. The thing seemed to visibly sweat, glancing about before just shrugging it’s shoulders, releasing some garbled imitation of a nervous chuckle. “Mmmm...that is exactly what I thought.” Celestia smiled sweetly, before she suddenly lunged forward, teeth coming down around the face of the pastry pony, and biting off a large portion.
Celestia didn’t even bother to chew, dropping the husk of the pastries, before swallowing and giving a small groan. The fluffy breading, the sweet frosting, the delicious gumdrops, the decadent filling...Everything about the pastry pony was delicious, Celestia’s mouth stained with raspberry filling. The rest of the pastry ponies stood, frozen in terror, eyeing the princess who had their back to them. Slowly, Celestia turned her head, mouth covered in raspberry filling, eyes lidded with desire. She licked around her lips, before grinning wickedly.
“Who’s next?”
The gathered pastry ponies now screeched in terror, turning and beginning to make a mad dash away from the white mare, but it was no use. Celestia took flight, hurling herself after the running pastries, the hunters becoming the hunted. Celestia soared silently through the sky, giving no noise, no indication, before suddenly slammed down in the midst of the running heard, squelching a pastry pony under her hooves, splattering it’s filling across the ground and staining the white frosting red. Celestia leaned in swiftly, biting off a large portion of it’s head, before sighing in delight. The taste, utterly immaculate, and all her mind could think about...was the craving for more.
The night carried on just like this into the dawn, Celestia hunting down the left over pastry ponies, no more bursting through the frosting it seemed. She hunted them efficiently, and without mercy. Her stomach hungered, and the thrill of the chase sent more adrenalin through her veins than fighting them off ever head. The fullness that became more and more apparent in her belly was a definite welcome change, the solar mare finding this nightmare becoming a dream come true.
At the top of the tower, Luna hid behind the banister, breathing heavy, eyes wide with shock and gazing at the floor. She had just wanted to teach her big sister a little lesson about proper eating habits and setting a good example! Yet, this...this...a shadow flew over her, before a loud THUMP echoed in front of her. Luna froze, not even breathing for a few moments, before slowly her eyes dared to travel up to the sight in front of her.
Celestia stood, tall and proud, face and hooves utterly covered in thick, raspberry filling. Celestia’s face was rounded with adipose, her neck thickened, her belly hanging lower, flanks widened and plumped up, the princess sporting quite the adorable pudgy appearance, despite the grotesque implications. Celestia smirked, leaning in towards Luna, who only chuckled nervously, eyes darting about.
“So...what have we learned, little sis?” Celestia asked, giving her eyebrows a wiggle towards the lunar mare, who only glanced about, before smiling shyly up at her sister.
“It is not our place to interfere with thine dreams…?” Luna suggested, offering her best apologetic smile. Celestia just snorted, rolling her eyes at the other mare.
“Pfft, no! Next time, give them teeth! Now, wake me up! I’m feeling like having a very...very sweet breakfast. Raspberry covered pancakes, crepes, and french toast is SO on the menu!!”
Author's Note
Enjoy, comments and critique always welcome.