Stuffed Sweets

by Pacificside18

Rating: teen
Tags: Scootaloo, Random, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, Main 6, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rarity
Length: 5818

Nightmare Night for a heavily pregnant Sweetie Belle who must resist the urge for her candy or pay some horrible stomachache consequences.

For a familiar trio of grown mares, Nightmare Night was always their favorite time of the year. And this year would be no exception as they'd go out and try their hands at collecting enough candy for all of them.

Only one problem; a heavily gravid Sweetie Belle has made a promise to not eat too much candy or she might end up with the same unfortunate events that occurred when she was a teen. Will she keep her hands off her candy and fulfill her promise? ...safe to say we all know what to expect.

Contains: Pregnancy, Hyper Pregnancy, candy stuffing

Published 2017-11-10 01:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-10 01:00:07 UTC

A Clown, a Wolf, and a Gravid Witch

Knock-knock-knock!

The knocking on the front room door of the Carousel Boutique had gotten Rarity’s attention as she grabbed a bowl full of candy and brought it with her to the door. Nightmare Night had returned once again and all the ponies of Ponyville dressed in their colorful costumes and decorated their homes with ghastly and ghoulish designs.

Rarity reached the door and pulled the handle, opening her home up to two familiar young mares.

“TRICK OR TREAT!” they yelled like fillies. Applebloom held her jack-o-lantern bucket while wearing a rodeo clown outfit while Scootaloo brought a pillow case and wore a Timberwolf costume. Their welcoming smiles quickly melted into confusion as they gazed upon Rarity’s costume decision.

“Uh, Rarity?” Scootaloo questioned the seamstress, “Isn’t Dia de los Muertos like the day after tomorrow?”

Rarity outfitted herself in part of Mexicolt’s yearly tradition on the Day of the Dead, sporting skeleton paints across her face and arms. Her dress and hat consisted of darkened colors and festive flowers that brightened the rest of her outfit. Even her mane was a bit curlier than usual as a bonus touch to bring out the festive side.

“Oh, of course it’s the day after tomorrow,” Rarity acknowledged, pulling out a set of maracas off a nearby table, “But I had to get first impressions from Trick-or-Treaters before coming into Canterlot for their private Day of the Dead fiesta!”

Rarity demonstrated her maraca shaking skills while Applebloom and Scootaloo nervously laughed the moment off.

“RARITY!” A voice cried out in annoyance, “Are you showing off your lineup early again?”

“I told you I needed an opinion, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity yelled back, “Now did you make up your mind about going out tonight with your friends?”

“Not like THIS!”

“Well I told you to make up your mind sooner. I gave you plenty of time to give me an idea for a costume and you waited until the last minute. So either you’re staying home, you’re going out without a costume OR you wear the costume I had to make you last minute.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo were eager to have their friend accompany them like old times, but new circumstances had made things a bit more difficult. The voice upstairs groaned in defeat as the second story door opened up. First thing to appear from the doorway was a surprisingly extended, white and round stomach, followed by the rest of Sweetie Belle, who so happened to dawn her yearly tradition of being a witch. But her last-minute tendency didn’t give Rarity enough time to sew up an outfit that was big enough as her entire belly was open for the town to see. Sweetie, grumbling with a blush on her face, grabbed the stair railing and traveled downwards as fast as her gravid body could.

“Uh, WOW, Sweetie…” Applebloom commented on her attire, “You, uhhh…”

“DON’T. Say it,” Sweetie demanded, with her hands on her widened hips.

“Now Sweetie,” Rarity politely asking for her attention as she holds up a candy bucket, “Remember what we talked about this morning?”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘if you’re going Trick-or-Treating, don’t eat too much candy.’”

“Excellent, Sweetie. Now run along with your friends while I head over to Twilight’s for a while.”

“Right, Princess Twilight has a Nightmare Night party going on at the castle tonight,” Scootaloo remembered, “We invited?”

“Of course you all are,” Rarity confirmed, “But I do need you all to report to the castle once you’re done with your Trick-or-Treating so I can keep an eye on Sweetie Belle.”

“I’m not a filly anymore, Rarity,” Sweetie Belle argued, “We can take care of ourselves.”

“Careful, Sweetie,” Rarity warned, “That kind of comment usually ends the night in disaster. I’m counting on you to return without any complications, both you and the babies.”

Rarity looked out towards the buzzing crowd outside.

“I’d better get going. Have a good night, girls!”

The trio of girls waved as Rarity held her dress up and dashed towards the castle as fast as her dress could let her. Now Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stood in front of a dark house, all set for their Nightmare Night. Almost.

“UGHHH!! “ Sweetie exclaimed in annoyance, “Finally! Sometimes I wonder if moving back with Rarity for the rest of this pregnancy was such a good idea.”

“Didn’t you say the same thing when you were with yer parents as well?” Applebloom questioned.

“Oh, forget her, Sweetie!” Scootaloo butted in, “You’re outside again, your sister’s gone and it’s Nightmare Night! I say we skip all the groaning right now and get down to business. But first…”

Scootaloo went into her pillow sack and pulled out a second pillow sack from inside. Sweetie Belle, with a grateful expression, tossed her small jack-o-lantern bucket aside and grabbed her new candy bag.

“Uh…girls?” Applebloom questioned in concern, “Didn’t Rarity say to NOT eat too much candy?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we can’t collect as much candy as possible!” Sweetie Belle cleared up for Applebloom.

Applebloom scratched her head, followed by a shrug of defeat. There was no arguing against that.

“Alright!” Scootaloo cheered, “Last one to the first house is a rotten—oh.”

All three girls stared at Sweetie’s belly and remembered what was happening at that point in time. Sweetie eyebrowed Scootaloo in forgetting the situation she was in.

“Yeah, how about we walk?” Applebloom suggested.

With no further arguments, all three girls began their Nightmare Night in Ponyville.

The central hub was packed with Nightmare Night activities. Spider-toss, Bobbing for Apples, Costume Contests, it had it all. Both young and the old participated in the neighborhood games as Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle watched it all unfold.

“Remember when we did all that when we were fillies?” Applebloom asked her long-time friends.

“Yeah…” Scootaloo replied, a feeling of nostalgia running through all three of the girls, “Feel s like yesterday I was wearing that silly Werewolf outfit and you were trying to be Bride of FrankenStalion.”

“Wasn’t sure why I chose Dracula that one year,” Sweetie remembered, “Once I tried a witch, I was pretty much set for life.”

“And speakin’ of lives,” Applebloom said, turning towards Sweetie, “They might have missed this year’s holiday but how do y’all suppose we’d dress up these lil’ kids when they decide to pop out sometime later this year? Ah was thinkin’ about a tree and her apples.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Scootaloo nudged Applebloom, “She’d be a werewolf mother to her werewolf cubs!”

“Uh…a witch strolling around with a caldron full of foals?” Sweetie squeed in embarrassment.

Her friends facepalmed from the obvious answer they should have seen coming. But Scootaloo opened her eyes as she had just hatched a brilliant plan.

“Hey, now there’s a thought; Sweetie Belle would need plenty of sweets to keep her and her unborn foals fed and rested, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“Scoots..”

“I saw we convince those houses to fill our bags for for all three of us AND Sweetie Belle’s upcoming delivery package. We’d get WAY more candy that way and we don’t even need to wait til next year when they’re born!”

“Scoots…really?” Applebloom objected, “Ya really think we’re gonna sink that low fer more candy?”

“What? We’re not going to be THAT low because it’s the truth! Look at Sweetie Belle. Doesn’t she look like she’s going to pop any day now?”

Sweetie looked down at her own figure. “Going to pop” was an understatement as her gravid form grew past most normal pregnancies and it was being displayed, bright as night as her belly glowed from the reflection of the town’s light fixtures and the moonlight.

Applebloom groaned and scratched the back of her head. “Well, what’s yer thought on this, Sweetie?”

Sweetie Belle didn’t need to think too long about her decision. If she waited until after her delivery, she’d have a massive candy reserve leftover for her to eat. On top of that, she’d be able to hold up Rarity’s promise and keep her off her back for a little longer. She raised her head back up with an assured smile, “Momma’s got to feed her kids somehow, Applebloom.”

“That’s the spirit!” Scootaloo cheered, her fist flying into the air, “C’mon, let’s get a test run going. And I know just where to start.

Scootaloo ran off already forgetting Sweetie Belle’s condition again as the pregnant mare waddled behind her.

“H-hang on, Scootaloo!” Sweetie called out as she moved as quickly as her body could, “I’m too pregnant to move that fast right now.

Poor Applebloom could do nothing but walk with an annoyed expression on her face behind the two of them.

Author's Note

Another Lurkerden requested story based on one of ForFun41's images. I'd have the image as a cover art, but I'd imagine it'd end up just like Impregnation Incantation's art: removed

The Belly Beckons

DING-DONG!

The girls huddled around the door with their candy bags in hand. The door’s window slowly opened as the girls exclaimed “TRICK-OR-TREAT!”

“Well, Happy Nightmare Night, you three!” Carrot Cake greeted the girls, wearing a stuffed toy outfit with painted stitches, “But aren’t you all a little old to go Trick-or-Treating?”

“We’re never too old to go Trick-or-Treating, Mr. Cake!” Applebloom corrected the baker.

“Alright, fair enough.” Carrot Cake pulled out their bucket of candy and started dropping pieces into their buckets.

“Actually, could you do us a favor and give Sweetie a little more?” Scootaloo questioned, “She’s going to be a mother soon and it’d be a shame if her babies didn’t get a chance at your delicious candy.”

“Uh, girls? Foals aren’t allowed to have sweets so early in their infancy.” Carrot explained, “Too much of a choking hazard, let alone teaching them terrible eating habits.”

“Great goin’, Scoots,” Applebloom whispered to her friend with gritted teeth.

“Sweetie, say something…” Scootaloo whispered in a panic.

“But Mr. Cake,” Sweetie replied in a saddened tone, “You probably had to help feed your wife with sweets when she was pregnant with Pound and Pumpkin Cake. And we weren’t directly talking about feeding the kids with sweets, just myself so I can give them an early taste since they’ll have to wait an entire year for another Nightmare Night! Please, Mr. Cake. For the babies?

Sweetie Belle made a lip with big puppy eyes to her neighbor. Even as a young adult, no one could outdo Sweetie’s innocent face.

“Ohh…I…geeze…” Carrot conflicted with himself, “…oh, alright. J-just so your kids won’t miss this year’s treats. Just remember, Sweetie: Not too much candy at once.”

Scootaloo held a hand up to Applebloom, who wouldn’t high-five her back as she was shaking her head in disgust. Carrot supplied Sweetie Belle with the candy as they waved good-bye to their neighbor.

“Sweetie, that was awesome!” Scootaloo said as she looked into Sweetie Belle’s bag, “All that candy’s as good as ours!”

“It’s a good thing we went to the Cakes’ house first,” Sweetie pointed out, “Save the best candy in Ponyville for last, am I right?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Congrats, you two,” Applebloom said, eyeing her manipulative friends, “That amount of candy could make the Cakes’ close their door early tonight.”

“Relax, Applebloom,” Sweetie assured her friend, “They’re their own candy factory; they won’t run out even on Nightmare Night.”

“We’ll see about that when we keep knockin’ on those doors.”

“Speaking of knocking, let’s move on to the next house!” Scootaloo pointed as all three began their journey around Ponyville for more candy.

Scootaloo dashed for the next house, leaving Applebloom and Sweetie Belle in the dust.

“Thanks fer leavin’ the pregnant girl behind, Scootaloo…again,” Applebloom commented.

“It’s ok, Applebloom, I’ve gotten used to it. Now…how about a taste of those sweets while we catch up?”

“Just remember what yer sister said, Sweetie: Don’t eat too much candy.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Applebloom. Hm…”

She stuck a hand inside her bag, feeling for one particular piece of candy that she so desperately had been waiting to eat since the fall began.

“Those are the Cakes’ candies, Sweetie,” Applebloom explained to her, “If ya want yer favorite candy, it’s probably in any of the other houses.”

“Oh. Right. Good call.”

Appleboom walked ahead as Sweetie knelt down to close her bag. A loud growl from deep inside the mare caught her attention as she rubbed her stomach in circles.

“Geeze, I knew I should have asked for seconds at the dinner table. But I hate having spinach salad once a week! And I made a promise, I just need to make through the entire night without stopping and eating all this candy.”

A second growl beckoned her, but she shook the feeling off and got back onto her hooves carefully. She caught up with Applebloom and Scootaloo, who were already waiting for the next house to open.

“TRICK-OR-TREAT!”

“Why hello there, girls!” Cheerilee greeted, wearing a pirate captain’s outfit, “Happy Nightmare Night! And how is the mother-to-be?”

“Holding up great, Cheerilee,” Sweetie Belle responded, “Can’t wait to get rid of this anvil I’m carrying around, though.”

“It’s the best feeling, believe me, when you finally get your mobility back. Makes you want to run a marathon along with shaving off all that baby fat. Here, Sweetie Belle, a little extra pieces, on the house.”

Cheerilee filled up all their of their buckets, with Sweetie getting a little extra. The girls thanked their former teacher and turned away to review their collections.

“Wow, we didn’t even need to ask,” Scootaloo noticed, “I’d say this is going to be the best Nightmare Night yet!”

Sweetie Belle was too busy feeling through her bag of candy, trying to find her favorite treat. She felt a tube-like shape around her fingers and plucked it out of the bag.

“Got it!” she exclaimed as she held a cup of Fun Paste high in her hand, “Oh, I’ve been waiting all year to have this stuff again.”

“Just be careful with that stuff, Sweetie Belle,” warned Scootaloo, “The last time you had your Fun Paste fix, you went on a major sugar rush that took hours for you to calm down.”

“We were still teens when that happened,” Sweetie argued, “I’ve matured since then, relax. I won’t go overboard like last time.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo looked over at each other. Despite her statement, they knew she wouldn’t be able to keep that promise for too long.

“Well, alright, Sweetie Belle,” said Applebloom, “But if you end up with a poundin’ headache afterwards, don’t blame us.

“I won’t.”

Scootaloo led the way to the next house as Applebloom and Sweetie Belle marched behind. The growl returned stronger than ever as Sweetie Belle held her cup of her precious Fun Paste.

“Ooooh.....forgive me, Rarity, but I need to get a taste of this. It’s been too long!”

Sweetie Belle ripped open the cup and dipped her finger into the cup of Fun Paste. She brought the sample up to her mouth and licked her finger, tasting the flavory texture as it intensified her taste buds as it melted down her throat. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated as she went back in for a second helping. But her second helping consisted of using all her fingers to obtain her sweet substance and dangle it down into her mouth. She swallowed it whole as she licked her fingers with anything sticky and sweet on them.

“Mm-mm! Just how I remembered it. But I should probably space the candy out evenly.”

She reached back into the bag and pulled out a handful of different candies. One by one she grabbed the pieces and plucked them into her mouth.

“Just remember what yer sister said, Sweetie: Don’t eat too much candy.”

Her eyes shot open and looked at the two girls in front of her. Remembering her promise, she quickly trashed the candy wrappers in the nearest bin and closed up her sack again. She knew they were right and would have to fight off the urges for the rest of the evening or at least until all three of their candy collections were full.

Author's Note

~~Oh gee, who would have saw that coming?~~

The Sweet Tooth

As the night stretched on, the trio of friends marched from house to house filling their bags up in one innocent way…or one far stretched way. At one early point, Scootaloo had finally convinced Applebloom to upgrade her candy bucket to a full-on pillow sack to collect even more as Sweetie Belle’s bag filled up much faster than the other two.

Meanwhile, Sweetie looked down into her bag and noticed her current supply was already starting to reach the top.

“Hmm…we do need enough candy for all of us. It wouldn’t hurt to eat a few pieces to make room,” she muttered to herself.

She grabbed a few more pieces from her bag and quickly ate them behind her friends before the next few doors. It seemed to help buy some time for her friends but she started to slowly forget her warnings. Her carelessness began to take its toll as she began to feel heavier, slower, and a bit bloated as well. She felt a bit of bubbling starting to form as well, but she shrugged it off.

A soft kick from inside her belly, however, had woken up Sweetie from her candy craze.

“Uh, they’re awake, girls…” she warned them.

Applebloom and Scootaloo turned around and spotted their friend holding her stomach. Visible kicks outside of Sweetie Belle’s womb began to make their presence known. Luckily for Sweetie Belle, her friends didn’t notice anything different about her yet.

“Oh…nasty thought,” Scootaloo wondered, “I hope whatever sugar rush you might get doesn’t start making your babies run loops inside you, Sweetie.”

“Ah, no sweat,” Sweetie Belle assured her, “I’m doing fine on the candy right now. I’ll let you girls know if anything comes up.”

They both nodded in agreement, thanking Sweetie for taking her condition with care. But pretty soon her bag had finally been filled to the brim with candy, despite her routine candy consumption for the night.

“Ugh, already full! I need this room!”

Naturally telling Applebloom and Scootaloo that her candy bag was full would be the easiest solution but her consumption and desire for candy had clouded her mind as she started eating even more from her sack. The babies that had woken up some time ago became restless inside her and started to kick more often on her continuously bloated uterine walls. The bubbling noise had also intensified and it started to cause a bit of pain for the pregnant mother-to-be. There was enough activity conjuring inside Sweetie Belle that she started to move even slower and a bit out of breath.

“Girls, slow down!” she called out, “I’m too pregnant to keep up!”

“Sweetie? You feelin’ alright?” Applebloom said in concern, “You’ve been fallin’ behind for the last few houses.”

“Well a rest wouldn’t hurt right now,” Scootaloo said, “That bench over there. Five minutes.”

All three girls took a seat at the bench and let out a good sigh. They sat in front of the town river under the illuminating moonlight. Sweetie, sitting right in the middle and taking up a majority of the bench space, let out the loudest sigh, still holding her candy bag tight in her arms.

“Butterscotch, lollipop, lollipop, cherry gumdrop, Fun Paste…” Scootaloo muttered to herself as she counted her current loot. But her counting was being interrupted by something shaking the bench. “Hey, Sweetie Belle, you’re shaking the bench too much, calm down.”

“That’s not…phew…that’s not me, Scootaloo.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo looked down at Sweetie Belle’s widened stomach as it kicked and squirmed more than usual. Her figure bloated again and Applebloom and Scootaloo still haven’t noticed.

“Uh…Sweetie?” questioned Applebloom, “How much candy have ya had tonight?”

“What? Me?” Sweetie panicked, “I had an early dinner tonight just to be here. These kids are probably starving. Please tell me the castle party has snacks?”

“They probably do,” Scootaloo assured her, “In fact, that last stop’s where we’re gonna take the last of their candy and call it a night! But if you’re wanting to get your fix, might as well pig out on some candy now. I mean your bag isn’t even full yet.”

“Just not too much, ok?” Applebloom added.

“Fine by me!” Sweetie accepted as she grabbed two handfuls and placed them on her chest. One by one she unwrapped each piece and plucked them into her mouth. She drooled down her mouth unaware of the amount she was eating.

Sweetie Belle felt a bit of weight off of her shoulders as she was able to eat in front of her friends this time. But said weight couldn’t be said about her earlier meals that had made her tummy swell and feel a bit upset. It was more than noticeable now but Sweetie’s candy addiction had all of her attention as she continued to stuff her belly with sweets. And in turn, causing her children to act more aggressive. Her friends, sitting on opposite sides of her, still saw the kicks and squirms inside Sweetie’s belly.

“So...how are the babies feeling about their almost-first Nightmare Night?” Scootaloo asked as she leaned to put a hand on the side of Sweetie’s massive womb.

“Well, they’re kicking this much either because they wanted out like last week, or they’re really wanting a meal at the castle right now.”

Applebloom joined in with Scootaloo and felt Sweetie’s belly kick and squirm. “Ah’m sure they’ll have something other than candy that’ll suit you and the kids. Let’s just hope they calm down soon.”

“Eh, I’m sure they will after another walk,” Scootaloo announced as she jumped out of her seat, “In fact, let’s finish the other half of this candy trip and take it to Twilight’s castle!”

Applebloom unenthusiastically cheered as it meant more manipulation for other people’s candy and hopped off the bench to catch up with Scootaloo again. Sweetie, on the other hand, felt stuck. She scooted over to the bench railing and pulled herself up. Unusual that she’d have so much trouble from sitting up, even on a flat bench. But being back on her feet made her feel a bit dizzy. Her stomach bubbled uncomfortably against her womb while her children started feeling like a twister. It was clear she developed a stomach ache from all the sweets she devoured tonight but she still couldn’t resist the urge to hold herself back from her Fun Paste. Clenching her bloated stomach, she grabbed her bag of candy and waddled on over to her friends as fast as her body could let her, consuming yet another handful of sweets.

“TRICK-OR-TREAT!”

The girls had knocked on the Town Hall door where a witch Mayor Mare accepted the call from the door.

“Good evening, girls!” she greeted them, “I have to say, this year’s Nightmare Night has been the busiest it’s ever been in Ponyville.”

“You can say that again,” Scootaloo agreed, “Check out my stash!”

“My, that is a lot of candy! I hope this door is the last house for you two, because I’m running low on candy supplies myself!”

“Two?” Applebloom turned with now Sweetie Belle in sight.

“Anyway, happy Nightmare Night, you two! I’m going to close the town hall early so ta-ta!”

The Mayor closed her doors and turned off the lights. Her Nightmare Night was written and done.

“YES!” Scootaloo cheered with fulfilment, “A full bag of Nightmare Night candy! Mission accomplished!”

“Ya’d better hold onto that thought for one moment, we’ve got a problem,” Applebloom pointed out.

The entire town square was already starting to run low on guests, but Sweetie Belle was nowhere in sight.

“I told you to slow down like a dozen times, Scootaloo!”

“I can’t help it! We got every house and a full bag of candy!”

“Well, quit yer cheerin’ and help me find her before—“

“Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh…..”

“…somethin’…happens?”

Applebloom and Scootaloo looked around for the source of the ghostly voice.

“Ha, ha, very funny, Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo accusing her friend, “We’ve been down this road before, I was the one doing the “Ooohing” When we were in class one Nightmare Night!”

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh…..”

Eyes turned towards a darkened tree whose shadow was being lit by a pulsing green light.

“O-ok, Sweetie…we get it. S-spooky…”

“Scootaloo—“

“W-we’re just gonna go to the castle a-and meet you there…ok?”

“Scootaloo??”

“WHAT?!”

Applebloom pushed Scootaloo aside and walked to the lit tree. She pulled the shrubbery aside and found the source of their “ghost”.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh—URRRRRRRP!!”

With her candy bag completely empty and two dozen Fun Paste cups littered around the swollen womb, Sweetie finally figured out that she couldn’t keep promises, even ones as sweet as these. She had rested her swollen body upon a tree trunk feeding herself candy piece after candy piece. But her tired posture hadn’t caused her to stop eating as she lit her environment green with her magic, lifting one last piece of grape candy and letting it plop into her mouth. She chewed slowly while groping her belly in pain. Upon closer inspection, her belly squirmed and kicked rapidly with accommodating growls, groans and sloshes while her costume chafed against her thighs and rear.

“Uuuuugh…can’t…move…babies…running...laps…”

“SWEETIE!” Applebloom cried out as she dropped her bag and knelt next to her friend’s bloated body.

“Whoa…did you get bigger?” Scootaloo questioned.

Sweetie Belle’s belly was not only squirming like an extra-terrestrial was wanting to break out, but her candy consumption had bloated her stomach up enough to need Sweetie to go up a dress size.

“Forget that! Help me get her on her feet this instant!” demanded Applebloom as she got on Sweetie’s right side.

Scootaloo positioned herself onto Sweetie’s left and they both knelt down to pick their friend up.

“Ok, on three,” instructed Applebloom, “One...two...THREE!”

Both Applebloom and Scootaloo heaved as hard as they could, trying to bring their widened friend back up on her hooves. But their pregnant friend had made it nearly impossible to pick her up as their stamina drained after twenty seconds of heaving.

“She...she’s gotten too big!” Scootaloo cried, “I can hardly pick her up anymore!”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gotten greedy with the candy!” argued Applebloom, “Now look where we are!”

“Hey! Don’t pin this all on me! We both knew this could have been avoided but Sweetie didn’t telegraph anything! We both weren’t paying attention!”

“E-excuse me?” The bloated marshmallow interrupted, “How about we admit we’re all at fault and--URP--just help me up already?

The two stopped arguing long enough for Applebloom to notice a perfectly placed tree branch, giving her an idea. She went into her costume’s saddlebag and pulled out her rope. She walked back and threw one end over the branch and down towards Sweetie.

“Can ya grip that rope, Sweetie?”

“HIC--I’ll-I’ll try…”

Sweetie lifted her arms as high as she could and grabbed the rope with both hands.

“C’mon, Scootaloo, give me a hand here.”

Scootaloo got behind Applebloom and grabbed a part of the rope.

“Alright. One...two...three!”

Applebloom’s leverage idea did the trick as Sweetie Belle started ascending from the ground and up the tree trunk. Her dirty rump off the ground was all Sweetie needed to position her legs and push down on them hard enough to finally get back on her two hooves. She backed up to the tree again and let go of the rope, causing Applebloom and Scootaloo to fall back from the loss of balance.

Sweetie felt like the tree would fall over as her angled wait kept her standing while crushing her into the tree. Her unborn kids’ rapid movement speeds still throbbed inside her along with the sloshing of her devoured candy each time she would take a small step. Applebloom and Scootaloo got to her sides and helped lift her off the tree, causing them to strain from Sweetie’s weight. A perhaps literal example of the weight of their consequences for not keeping an eye on their friend.

“Aw, horse apples,“ a saddened Applebloom muttered, trying to keep her friend afloat, “We’re gonna be in so much trouble for this.”

“Trouble? The responsibility was on Sweetie Belle, why would we get in trouble?

Author's Note

That marshmallow and her sweet tooth, huh? One nasty combination.

Too Much of a Good Thing

“…because we heard what you girls were trying to pull off!” an angered Rarity finished.

All three girls were being held inside a guest bedroom inside Twilight’s castle, being looked down upon by all three of their older siblings now out-of-costume. Twilight and Fluttershy took it upon themselves to aid the immovable Sweetie Belle lying on a castle bed as Pinkie Pie confiscated the sweets they had swindled out of the residence.

“Mr. Cake gave me a shout when I heard about what you said to him,” said Rainbow Dash, “I knew there’d be reason for concern when he told me that and even more when I spotted a long trail of candy wrappers from up above the town.”

“But she said she was going to save her candy!” Scootaloo argued, “We didn’t even see any trail left behind we swear!”

“Candy or no candy, all three of you should have paid special attention to Sweetie Belle,” Fluttershy intervened, “Sweet Tooths are no fun during a pregnancy but they can be avoided with proper control.”

“Fluttershy’s right, darlings,” Rarity stepped forth, “I gave my sister the benefit of the doubt when she decided to go out for Nightmare Night…BUT NOW HER DRESS IS RUINED!!”

She pointed out towards her sister’s clothing being covered in chocolate stains across her top while Fun Paste splattered down her belly and skirt.

“INEXCUSABLE!”

“But—“

“Applebloom,” Applejack lightened up, “Ah heard y’all were tryin’ to do the right thing. Mr. Cake saw the guilty expressions on yer face, so Ah’ll let you off somewhat, but both y’all are gonna make this right.”

“H-how?” they both asked.

“Well I talked to Mr. Cake after we found the three of you,” Twilight discussed, “I thought it’d be reasonable to help sell your remaining candy as a discount purchase. And while your candy is being sold, you’re going to be helping Mr. and Mrs. Cake around Sugarcube Corner until every last piece is sold.

Scootaloo was ready to burst into tears but Applebloom could only glare at her friend’s dimwitted expression as if she thought she was going to get away with it.

“URGH—Come on, belly girl! Time to go!” Pinkie strained as she and Fluttershy worked to get Sweetie Belle’s gravid body back onto her two legs.

“Ngh--she’s-she’s gotten pretty big, R-Rarity.” Fluttershy said, struggling with the lift.

“Y-yeah, how much did you--Rgh--eat tonight?”

“Enough to...fill out...my flank, too I bet…” she said in her sickly stature.

“I’ll go take care of Sweetie Belle and bring her home,” Twilight shared, “Rarity, could you help clean up with Fluttershy and Spike?

Rarity nodded in agreement as she levitated a broom towards her.

“You two are starting tomorrow at 8AM,“ Rainbow Dash reminded them, “And remember: Every. Last. Piece of candy.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo nodded in silence as they were escorted out of the castle.

The front door to the Carousel Boutique opened and the gravid shadow of Sweetie Belle’s blocked the moonlight. She wobbled a bit until she felt the light switch and turned it on.

“Alright, Sweetie, do you need any help getting upstairs?”

The bloated Sweetie Belle shook her head with heavy eyes and a sticky mouth.

“Ok, then. Get upstairs, change out of your outfit, shower and get to sleep. Good night.”

Twilight waved as she flew off back towards the castle to attend to the after-party clean up.

Sweetie Belle turned around and faced her final challenge of the night; the stairs. She lifted one hoof and placed it in front before needing to take a breather. Her bloated belly was going to make her trip even worse than before as she took another step and another to the bottom of the stairs. She looked up and held the railing with both hands, beginning her climb. Inside her stomach, the candy contents still caused a feeling of illness while her children had finally calmed down to make her ascension easier. It took a full minute, but she had reached the top without too much trouble.

Sweetie Belle rubbed her eyes as she wobbled to her bedroom door in her sticky outfit. But one flick of her eye to the right caught her attention as she turned her full body to an entire box of Fun Paste cups. Her belly growled once and that was all it took to grabbed the box and quickly waddled into her bedroom and locked the door.

Back at the castle, Twilight landed back in front of her door and spotted Rarity, Fluttershy and Spike finish cleaning the last of the Nightmare Night party.

“I’m so sorry, Twilight,” Rarity pardoned, “If I wasn’t so busy trying to get opinions about my dress, I would have done the right thing and have Sweetie stay home this year. This pregnancy business makes things all…topsy-turvy.

“It’s alright, Rarity, “Twilight forgave Rarity, “We’ll know better next year to keep Sweetie off the, well, sweets.”

Twilight levitated a broom towards her and started sweeping a portion of the leftover party mess.

“Probably should have also taken my bowl from home as well. Couldn’t really do much with it myself, it was only full on—“

“…Rarity?”

“…..oops.”

There was nothing to stop Sweetie Belle from eating every single Fun Paste cup out of her box. She had consumed all thirty cups in less than five minutes, leaving her body and bed stickier than ever before. Her pregnant belly had become a bubbling mess of candy concoctions while her womb squirmed like bedbugs under a bedsheet. It didn’t bother Sweetie Belle, though as she lied on her creaking bed, sloshing with eaten candy and continuing to lick any surface that she forgot to clean the paste with.

"HIC--I think mama's...reached her limit on sweets for one Nightmare Night."

Oh sure, she would be in for it tomorrow when she woke up, but Nightmare Night only came once a year, and nothing, not even her pregnancy, could have stopped her from getting the sweets she rightfully deserved as she drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

And there you have it. A second Halloween preg story a little over a week after Halloween. Had to do multiple checks with the requester in hopes this would fit their requirements just like the Moon Dancer story and they approve. How about you guys?