Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

“Cherry! Cherry!” The fat mare called for her number one maid. She had just woken up, and was obviously peckish, but craning her head that was sunken into her fat neck she could already make out a pile of food awaiting her. It didn’t take long for her servant to appear.

“Apologies your ladyship, I was just fetching the second helping of your breakfast.” She replied, trundling a second cart of food into the room and parking it by her bed. She watched as Rotunda started to feed herself with the mornings delights. How much had she gained since the banquet? At least another two or three hundred pounds she guessed. Certainly enough to break 5000ibs at least. Before her mind wandered much more into sizes, her master spoke up.

“Do I have anything to do today my dear?” She asked, it certainly seemed like the massive mare had taken a shine to her, she was calling her dear all the time now. It was almost as if she had coined it as a nickname for her. Cherry took out her small tablet from her jacket and looked down the schedule.

“Nothing ma’am.” Cherry replied, the diary was totally blank. Highly unusual, and clearly Rotunda thought so too.

“Really? Nothing. There must be something dear. A meeting with friends? A lunch? Nothing at all?” Cherry could see her mouth droop slightly between her fattened cheeks in disappointment, still eating though…

“Well, your meeting this afternoon with Miss Honey Drops and Miss Sugar Tart has been postponed for two days, they are both indisposed with sudden family visitors. Your new Grav-Pad was supposed to arrive today but the sales company has found a fault and are waiting on new parts which should be with them today causing it to get delivered tomorrow. Your husband is off-world attending a society summit and there is no get together planned for tonight. Your day is free ma’am.” Cherry finished, putting the tablet away and standing by the carts of food. “There is just me, and a few other servants in the household to look after you. Your husband took a number with him to the summit.”

“Well...what can I do? I apologise if I seem out of sorts Cherry but I cannot remember a day for a very long time without something in the diary.” The mare replied, still a little flustered. She hadn’t yet moved out of her bed, even though her current Grav-Pad could still support her massive bulk. She just lay there, unsure how to proceed.

It was unusual for the maid to see her master so out of sorts. As she had said herself there wasn’t a day that went by without something being arranged she had to attend, even if it was just a luncheon with friends. Cherry stood, confused. Perhaps she could offer a suggestion that had come to mind.

“Might I be so bold ma’am, as to offer something?”

“By all means, I could use some council right now.” Rotunda said, her eyes darting around in her fat face to meet Cherry’s gaze.

“A day off would do you good ma’am. You are a very busy pony. I could help…” Her voice trailed off, she wondered if she was overstepping her bounds.

“Help, how?” The lardy mare, somehow - even though her face was just layers upon layers of fat, managed to raise an eyebrow as if to ask What did you have in mind?

“It is not uncommon in my line of work to be asked of more than I usually am beyond the letter of the printed contract between us, I...I was wondering if I could perhaps really help you relax. Just pamper you all day? You can stay in bed, I could feed you instead of you having to feed yourself…”

She saw Rotunda relax. Then, there was a slight chuckle. “My dear you already ply me with food and often at events help it make its way to my maw, why so nervous? Why have to ask?”

“Well...you are a very large pony ma’am, it would mean a little more if I could use my magic, and get close to your mouth to get the food in. Your belly looks like it could support me…” She said. Rotunda suddenly realised what she was asking. She smiled.

“I think my belly can support you dear. But let’s just keep this between us hmm? My husband would likely be rather jealous if he found us out. But then he is the one who encourages my gluttony. This is just a more efficient way of doing that? Yes? Not a word to anypony else.” Her words were hardly out before she felt the weight of her servant press against her belly. She was very much smaller than Rotunda, but it didn’t mean Cherry wasn’t heavy. She felt her gut sag slightly as it did its best to support her.

“Please relax, I just want to...feed...you…” She heard her say, as a number of treats were levitated by her servant into her mouth, her cheeks bulging wide as she swallowed. Cherry not letting up, she had clearly been waiting for this for a while, maids didn’t get many benefits, especially not with their owners. She was taking full advantage.

It wasn’t long before Cherry was using the magic as a means to levitate breakfast off the plate and into her hooves so she could directly stuff Rotunda with food. Waffles, toast, all sorts of savoury and sweet delights that the kitchen staff and Cherry had prepared were getting fed to her. It was bliss, she could feel her bulk swelling beneath her as her maid attended to her in the best possible way. Licking her lips she hardly said a word, in fact she said nothing, only opening her mouth to gobble up the next delicious morsel that made its way in, stuffed in with a fattened hoof from her maid.

“W-would you mind if I rubbed your belly ma’am...it’s very soft…” Again no time for a reply before she felt a hoof, then two hooves of her maid on her tum as they made circular motions on her belly, kneading and pressing into her gut. The hoof feeding had stopped and she felt the magic of her maid continue to push things into her mouth.

Her belly had not got this sort of attention in...forever, her husband even though he liked her big preferred other areas. It was just more perfection from the feeding session she was getting. Cherry rubbed softly and with purpose, her hooves almost gliding over her fat while at the same time pressing in and gently putting pressure on it. The feeling was divine, along with the food she was finding she was in heaven.

Her maid lay on her, more breakfast treats just fattening the immobile mare up while she was treated to a delightful amount of attention from her feeder. She felt her hind hoof was kicking a little in pleasure, a quirk of hers when she was really enjoying something. Suddenly she felt the weight on her stomach dissipate and the rubs stop. Cherry had climbed down from her engorged frame.

“I hope you enjoyed that...I-I may have too...I’m sorry if it was too much but you didn’t ask me to stop…” She confessed. “I only stopped as the carts are empty…”
Rotunda craned her fat head around, she wasn’t joking. All that food had gone, disappeared into her in what felt like mere moments. “There is more in the kitchen yes?” She asked.

“Certainly ma’am, I expect a few more carts are ready by now.” Cherry replied.

“...Bring them, and only you have access to my bed chambers today. Instruct the chefs to bring new carts to the door and leave them there. Move empty ones outside when they are spent. I want to minimise the amount of time you’re not feeding me today.” She said, a little flushed still. She was rather enjoying herself, clearly, and didn’t want the feeding session to stop or be interrupted.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll return very soon.” The maid replied, taking the empty carts with her and disappearing to fetch new ones. The door to the bedroom clicked shut behind her.

‘Cherry? The maid? She is beneath you surely? If anypony ever found out…’ Rotunda started to think. ‘But she’s so good at it, and she took initiative. That was one of the most enjoyable feeding experiences I’ve had, it went beyond mere eating.’ Her mind swam slightly, still a little high from the pleasurable stuffing she had just had. But how likely was anypony to find out really? She knew Cherry, she was dedicated to her work, this was just a way she could enjoy herself a little, and Rotunda didn’t mind. In fact she liked it…

She heard the door click open again, Cherry had returned with more carts of food. She parked them by the bed and closed the door behind her. “Ready for more, ma’am?” She asked, her polite demeanor still present.

“Please.” Rotunda replied, and let herself be overtaken by her maids generosity.