Author's Note

I'm sorry this is such a short chapter after a long wait. But I felt like I had to release something. I'm a rather slow writer, but I hope those who read it will get some enjoyment out of it. I wish I could release stories and chapters as fast as some of the other fetish writers on this site. Some of those guys can write a thousand words in one day, but not me.

Chapter 2

Dragon Lord Ember let out a lengthy undulating belch that echoed throughout the valley. The sound was so loud, Ember was certain it could be heard a league away in Ponyville. The dragon sat on her newly acquired fat rump, leaning against a tall oak that rooted next to a winding river at the bottom of the quiet mountain valley. Her claws rested on an absurdly distended belly. It gurgled and squelched loudly as the abundant contents within churned. Scattered all around were piles and piles and piles of fish bones, all scorched black by dragonfire. It had become such an enormous struggle to move about with a gut heavy with such tremendous amounts of fish meat that she had to sit down and let all that meat digest.

Ember had spent a good part of the morning catching and devouring every single fish that was unlucky enough to swim by. They were big fish, too, and in great abundance. It seemed the ponies that lived nearby didn’t eat fish. The ones in the river had been, for the most part, undisturbed and left to grow fat and slow and breed in significant numbers. Ember had feasted until her gut had become so ungainly and heavy with the burden that she was too slow to catch anymore.

Ember was satisfied for the moment, but she knew that would not last forever. Since coming to Ponyville yesterday, the Dragon Lord’s appetite had exploded. Being hungry wasn’t new to Ember, but she had grown accustomed to ignoring her insatiable stomach. Sure, as the Dragonlord, she was capable of acquiring more than enough meat to fill her belly to the brim if she commanded others to catch her meals for her. But that would go against her own proud and stubborn nature. Of course, this meant she spent most of her time hunting for her next meal while avoiding other, larger predators in the unforgiving Dragonlands.

In her head, Ember kept seeing the look of terror upon the ponies she had fled from in front of the crystal castle. The dragon knew she was treading on thin ice. If she gave in to the temptations to sink her sharp chompers into a pony, it would mean the end of her relationship with Spike and her equine friends. She just couldn't let that happen. She liked having friends, even if they were weak little ponies. They made her feel special and wanted.

Appetite wasn’t the only thing that had changed within her. All those excess calories had to go somewhere. Since arriving, Ember had gone from skin and bones to plump. Then plump to chubby. Then finally to her current state; downright and undeniably fat. And she had only just arrived yesterday afternoon.

Despite how slow and cumbersome the fat had made her, she welcomed the change. Being bigger was a good thing for a dragon. Ember had despised being small her entire life. Most dragons had great respect for those larger than them. Her father was the biggest dragon alive, and no dragon dared cross him, except for maybe herself. So she enjoyed the extra weight, even though thus far she had only grown wider, not taller. But if she continued down her current gluttonous path, perhaps she would grow taller in time as well.

The idea of being bigger excited her in more ways than one. She patted her gut and gasped as it wobbled and jiggled and squelched. Taking a claw, she traced the rounded curve of her abdomen upward then downward. She groped her engorged belly with one claw and slid the other under her gut and between her soft thighs; thighs that now rubbed together when she walked.

She let out a moan as her digits dug between all the soft flesh and found the more sensitive female parts of her nethers. She pleasured herself for some time, drenching her claw in the juices of her loins. Ember climaxed imagining herself growing fatter and fatter. She let out a scream of pleasure that echoed throughout the valley. She rode waves of ecstasy for a few moments, and then shortly after, blissfully drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, Ember woke with a start. Nature was calling. The position of the sun indicated it was around noon. The dragon relieved herself amongst the bones. Between hunger fits, like now, Ember could think clearly and coherently. But when the hunger had her, she couldn't help but lose herself in it. Able to form complex thoughts, she suddenly felt ashamed. Not because she was fat now, but because her expanding body had ruined the beautiful sun dress Rarity had labored to make for her. The tattered remains lay among the bones. When she first woke up, the torn fabric still tightly clung to her frame. It might have been salvageable if she had the sense to remove the dress before going into a hunger-fueled rampage upon the unsuspecting schools of fish that traversed the river.

Ember felt bad about her behavior yesterday. The wound on her claw was just a dull throb now. The flesh was mending nicely, but it was likely her friends were worried sick after seeing her bite herself in desperation.

Perhaps now she could handle being in the presence of the overly enticing obese princess. Although not as tasty, meat seemed to keep her hunger at bay longer than the fattening pony food. As well, Ember’s Bloodstone Scepter was now in their possession. At the very least Ember had to reclaim it. Resolved, the dragon spread her wings and pumped vigorously to become airborne. Sluggishly, due to the extra weight, she flew towards Ponyville.