If you go down to the woods today...
It was true what they said—be it ever so humble, there was no place like home. Midnight Star did love travelling and wandering Equestria, seeing what it had to offer, meeting new ponies. But as she hummed happily to herself, carrying two large, bulging burlap sacks on her back as she approached her modest cabin in the middle of the forest near Hollow Shades, she had to admit that there was a peace and tranquillity at home that you simply could not find anywhere else.
She paused for a moment to shift the bags on her back, grunting at the weight of them. The only real downside to staying at home was that it offered very few opportunities for some stallions to come along... the sort she could have some fun with.
Then again, sometimes when you thought you were in a tight spot, the gods threw you a bone. Such had been the case when she'd been out gathering firewood a few hours earlier, and had happened across two simply lovely-looking stallions just a stone's throw from her home! A handsome yellow unicorn with a blue mane and tail, and an equally attractive brown earth pony with a blonde mane and tail. From the moment Midnight had seen them, she knew she just had to have them both. They had gotten to making pleasant conversation, during which the two had introduced themselves as Comet Tail and Coco Crusoe, and told her that they were hiking in the woods together. Midnight had then made a comment about how freezing it was out, and would they perhaps like to return to her place for something warm to eat or drink?
Much to her chagrin, however, the two had refused her advances, saying that they would really prefer to get going and that they didn't want to lose the great time they were making. Fortunately, out of a force of habit, Midnight always carried the implements she needed to subdue... less cooperative stallions, for which she was thankful that day.
If she had met anypony else while carrying the two hefty burlap sacks, she would have innocuously claimed that she was just carrying firewood. If any muffled moans or grunts had been heard from within, she would have written it off as just the wind or the trees. If there was one thing Midnight could do skilfully, it was lying through her teeth.
The moans from within the sacks started up again as Midnight set them down, sighing with relief at the weight being lifted off her back as she opened the front door.
"Oh, hush," she told them, dragging them inside. "We're here now, anyway."
Midnight shook the snow out of her mane as she stood in the middle of her cosy little living room, before opening a door towards the back. This door led down to the basement, where she could be sure they wouldn't draw any undue attention (as unlikely as that was in her neck of the woods). Grunting, she dragged the bags down the steps, turning on a light switch as she went and illuminating the basement. Never mind that she hadn't brought home any firewood—these two would help her warm up very nicely soon enough.
Midnight had an excited smile on her face as she set the bags down on the concrete floor. A magical aura lit up the tops of the bags as she loosened the drawstrings on them. As she opened the tops of the bags, the two stallions' heads popped out like a pair of perverse jack-in-the-boxes. Comet had a magic suppressor on his horn, both had red plastic ball gags shoved in their mouths, and although they could not be seen through the sacks, both had their front and hind legs tightly bound with rope. Both looked at their captor with wide, fearful eyes.
"Well, here we are, boys!" she said brightly. "Welcome to my humble abode. I promise, we're gonna have a great time together." She giggled. "Well, I will, anyway."
"Mmmmph!" Comet moaned through his gag, struggling to free himself. Coco, meanwhile, had his eyes clenched shut, still convinced that this was all just a terrible dream and that he would wake up at any moment, safe in his bed.
"Oh, come off it," Midnight said with a roll of her eyes. "I gave you two a chance to come with me willingly. You didn't take it, so I had to get rough about it. Really, you only have yourselves to blame."
Smiling, she set about lifting them out of the sacks, laying them on their sides where they continued to moan and fight against their restraints. She then pulled off the ball gags, tossing them to the side as her captives gasped for air.
"Wh-what do you want with us?" Comet pleaded. "Please, let us go! We've done nothing to you!"
"Oh, this isn't about something like that," Midnight said airily, before giggling again. "No, this is purely about pleasure, not revenge for some unknown wrongdoing or whatever else is going through your heads." She sighed. "I was hoping we could do it under less... stressful circumstances, but like I said, you two just had to play hardball."
"What are you talking about?" Coco cried. "Is all this just because we didn't want to go to your home with you?"
"No," Midnight replied. "This is about me wanting to have some fun with you two." She noticed their looks of utter horror, and sighed. "No, not like that. Get your minds out of the gutter. Tch, stallions..."
"Well, what kind of fun are you talking about, then?" Comet demanded.
"You'll see," Midnight replied simply. She lit up her horn, feeling that familiar magic flow into her front hooves as she tapped them on the floor in anticipation. "Let's see... you." She pointed at Comet. "You're the one I'm gonna start with, cutie pie."
"What?" Comet gasped, before yelping as he felt himself being dragged by the tail towards Midnight and rolled onto his back. He looked up at her as she gazed down at him with a downright salacious grin. "Oh Celestia, please don't..."
"Shush," Midnight told him. Alright... time to give this stallion a feel of her magic touch.
Licking her lips, Midnight wasted no time in pressing down firmly into Comet's side. "Alright, sweet cheeks. Time for me to show you just what I can do."
Comet's breathing came in short, shallow gasps as he felt Midnight press her hooves into his side and begin to knead at his flesh, pressing down deep enough for it to be slightly painful. As she continued to rub her hooves along his side, he felt himself begin to grow... heavier.
"What... what's going on?" he asked fearfully. "What are you doing?"
"C-Comet!" Coco gasped. "You're... she's making you fatter!"
Indeed she was. As Midnight rubbed her magic-infused hooves along Comet's side, thick, wobbling deposits of fat began to appear where they roamed. Comet felt himself being pushed more and more into the ground as his side got heavier, as if somepony was gradually lowering themselves onto him. Coco watched in disbelief as Meadow continued to plump his friend up, moving on to his legs and flanks.
"Wh-what the...?!" Comet spluttered, feeling his flanks and legs begin to swell and grow heavier. "No! No, stop, please!"
"What's that?" Midnight asked brightly. "'No stopping, please'? You want me to keep going? Well, if you insist!"
Midnight felt giddy with joy as she watched her catch swell up with fat beneath her touch, listening to his frantic pleading. Oh, this never got old. And what was even better was having his friend watching! As often as Midnight had done this before, she'd never done it with an audience, and oh Celestia, did having somepony watching just make it all the more memorable. What thoughts were going through his head, she wondered?
Well, the answer was fear and disbelief. Coco watched with short, panicked breaths, struggling frantically against his bonds as he watched his friend swell and bloat beneath this crazy mare's touch.
"Okay, that's this side done!" Midnight said cheerily, taking her hooves off of Comet. The stallion now looked quite ridiculous, with one side swaddled with fat and the other still perfectly normal. "Now, time for the front..."
Grunting, she placed her hooves on Comet's front and rolled him onto his back, eyeing his comparatively flat stomach and face. "My my, still so skinny at the front," she said with a tut. "Well, I can surely fix that."
"No, no, no..." Comet pleaded, but it was to no avail. Grinning sadistically, Midnight wasted no time in pushing down into his stomach, rubbing in neat little circles and causing it to swell out into a sizable gut. Comet watched with wide eyes as his belly began to grow before his eyes, slightly obscuring his view of the mad pony in front of him. Sweet Celestia, he and Coco had made a terrible, terrible mistake coming out here...
"There, that's the belly all done," Midnight smiled, squeezing his cheeks together and moulding them into a cherubic fat face. "And a face to match!" she giggled. "Alright, just one last side left to do..."
Rolling Comet onto his side took considerably more effort this time, what with the immense amount of added weight she had to contend with. With a little help from her telekinesis, however, she managed it just fine. Not wanting to waste any more time, she set about doing the same thing she'd done with his other side, kneading and fattening it up as deftly as if his flesh were bread dough. By now, there wasn't a single part of Comet which did not feel heavy and swollen, and the poor stallion had long since resigned himself to his fate.
"And... done!" Midnight panted, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Comet Tail had entered her home as a relatively trim and fit stallion, and now lay before her as a helpless, massive butterball of a pony. Weighing in at easily 500 pounds, he was simply a mass of rolls and blubber, still letting out panicked whimpers as he wiggled and wobbled in place.
"There we go!" Midnight said, clapping her hooves together in glee. "Oh, that's so much better, isn't it? So big, soft and helpless..."
"You c-crazy mare..." Coco said, his voice tight with disbelief. He felt his heart shoot into his mouth as Midnight turned to face him with an awful glint in her eyes.
"Oh, don't worry, my dear," she said. "You're next."
"Oh no... no, please, no!" Coco pleaded, fighting against his restraints as Midnight approached him. "I'm s-sorry! Just... let us go, please! We won't tell anypony, we swear!"
"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before," she tutted, pushing him onto his side. "Alright, here we go..."
Comet couldn't see from his position, and he wasn't exactly in any condition to roll over so he could see, but he could certainly hear Coco's panicked moans and pleas as Midnight went to work on him. He closed his eyes, silently cursing himself for ever suggesting that they spend a weekend camping in these woods. Why couldn't he have suggested they just stay at home and spend the weekend chugging a few ciders together? Sure, it wasn't as exciting, but there were infinitely less crazy mares looking to turn them into fat blobs!
After what seemed like an eternity, Comet felt hooves digging into his side once more as he was rolled back onto his other side, facing Coco. His heart sank as he saw that his friend had indeed met the same fate as him. The two must have weighed five hundred pounds apiece, easily.
"Oh, my goodness," Midnight gushed, resting her head on Comet's soft flank. "Thank you so much, you two. You've truly made this a moment for me to remember."
"Go to Tartarus..." Comet spat defiantly, while Coco just closed his eyes and whimpered softly.
"In fact," Midnight continued, "it was such a good time, that I might even decide to let you go after all!" She smirked a devilish smirk. "If you can beat a little challenge of mine."
Coco and Comet looked at each other with widened eyes. A chance to escape... could she be serious?
"...What kind of challenge?" Comet asked.
"Simple," Midnight replied. Using her magic, she produced two keys, along with a roll of sticky tape.
"These," she continued, "are two keys—one for the basement, and one for the front door. If you want to leave, it's as simple as taking hold of the keys. Do that, and you're free to go."
"Wait, that's it?" Coco asked, clearly not believing her.
"That's it," Midnight replied with utter sincerity. She approached the two stallions with the keys, and rested one each on their wide, fleshy backs, before allowing that sadistic grin to return as she proceeded to tape them there.
"Go on," she said mockingly. "Try and get them."
Comet and Coco were crushed. There was no escape, no respite—just another sick joke. Midnight knew full well that they would never be able to reach those keys with their new, ampler proportions. Comet squeezed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth almost to powder, feeling a loathing for this mare that went deeper than any loathing he'd had before. Coco's ears flattened as his whole body seemed to slump in defeat.
"Aw, giving up already?" Midnight cooed. "Well, that's too bad. Looks like you two are staying after all! Better make yourselves comfy... you're both gonna be here a while."
She licked her lips as her horn lit up once more. "Right after I make certain that you aren't going anywhere..."
Midnight whistled cheerfully as she climbed the basement stairs, taking one last look at the two massive, immobile flesh mountains down below which took up a good two-thirds of the floor space between them. Oh yeah... those two weren't going anywhere.
Midnight shut the door and bolted it, before idly going through Comet's saddlebags to see if there was anything interesting there. Her eyes were drawn to one thing in particular... a colourful sheet of paper. Closer inspection revealed it to be a flyer for the upcoming Wonderbolts show in Manehattan.
"Oh my," Midnight said, looking it over with a smile. Now that would provide a great chance for some fun...
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