Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

“F-fine...we...we accept your terms.”

It had been a grueling two weeks for Wheat Sheaf and Gold Grain. The Planetary Governors demands had been simple. A portion of every shipment that made its way from their farms to Sleipnir would go to his private kitchens, the trouble was he wanted a fifth of every shipment. At first they had each been outraged. Not only was the planet getting a prime shipment of goods from their farms, but a huge portion of it would be sidelined to feed its leader? No other colony they dealt with had made a request like this and won.

...However no other colony had a Governor that was quiet as devious as Farthest Reach. He had gotten the two of them right where he wanted them. For two weeks now he had been pumping the farmers full of food, every little crevice in their body being filled with an incredibly fattening and calorie rich mixture.

Both ponies were only able to take so much. They had absolutely ballooned in size. Each of them now over 35,000ibs each and squishing up against each other in the enormous room they occupied. Wheat Sheaf could hardly tell where his body began and ended anymore. There was no light in front of his face apart from the screen of the vid-phone he was using that was illuminating a portion of it. Heavy folds of fat had totally enclosed his neck and squished their way around the tube that had been feeding him, now pulled back just enough so he could speak.

He could feel one side of him pressed up against his wife, her own immense bloated body jostling against his for space in the room. A canyon of sweat had built up between them as their fat and warm bodies competed for space. Behind him, his impossibly large flanks had become even more impossibly big. He felt both his cheeks squished up against the wall behind him about a week ago and just press further into it. The room must have been reinforced well to not have both their rumps push the walls down. On the final side his body pushed against the other wall. Him and his wife were well and truly wedged. They could take no more, they had no idea how much more the Governor had to give. They just couldn’t risk it. If they wanted to travel home, they had to be no bigger that what their heftiest rated ship could take.

On the other end of the screen, the Planetary Governor smiled. “Good. I’m so glad it only took but a mere few weeks to get you to agree to the terms. You’re both free to go. There’s another ship on my personal landing pad to take you home. Unless there’s a problem with the shipments I don’t expect to see you back on the colony any time soon.”

Farthest Reach was amazed the force feeding had worked. Ponies were gluttons yes, but they were gluttons to a point. The two of them had been fed via the tubes non stop for weeks now. This was much different that eating at a banquet or simply heading out to Blubber King for a meal. This was intense feeding, the kind ponies only did if they had one goal. To gain weight. Wheat Sheaf and Gold Grain were the size they were originally because firstly, they were Equestrian and Equestrians were by most standards big and secondly they had put that weight on over their entire lives. He had added years worth of gaining to them in mere weeks.

Down the call, Wheat Sheaf as much as he could gave him a look of disdain through his chubby facial features. “You’re a damn sly one, you know that Farthest Reach? We need to know, what do we weigh?”

Again the Governor smiled. “My dear Wheat Sheaf, you and your wife should be thanking me! You’ve both ballooned to an impressive 35,500ibs.”

“B-both of us! But I was almost 5,000ibs less than my wife!” He said stammered.

“I know, you got the bulk of the feeding, and I can see your wife is none too pleased about it.”

The vid-call did have all of them in it and all Gold Grain was doing was scowling heavily down the line. For once in her life she had nothing to say and her husband seemed to be doing all the talking.

“In fact.” He continued. “You’re actually slightly heavier...500ibs heavier. You’re 36,000ibs. She’s 35,500ibs. Do with that what you will.”

Wheat Sheaf practically exploded down the call. “I’M HEAVIER? HEAVIER?” It was amazing really he had any capacity to yell through his lips that hardly had any movement, bloated and fat like the rest of him. “I don’t know about Sleipnir, but back on Equestria it is considered very poor taste for the husband to be heavier! How am I supposed to show that I look after my wife when I’m the FATTER one?” He bellowed. But he knew it was useless, the damage had already been done. When they got back he would simply have to ensure they avoided being seen for a while until he could either lose some weight...no no, that wouldn’t do.She would need to gain. If any word got out he was bigger, well it would be a disaster.

“I’m sure you can figure something out when you get home. Now the hoses are being removed from your bodies. I've let your pad pilots come back from where I was keeping them, well not keeping them. All I had to do was offer them a few weeks in the top hotel and they jumped on the chance. You must ensure your staff aren't so easily bribed.” He smirked. “Now both of you do have a safe trip home, I look forward to your first shipment in the next few weeks. Ta ta!” And with that, he terminated the call. It was hard to believe he was only a hundred yards in front of them on a pad of his own.

Now how to get them out of the mansion, Farthest Reach was not a fool and he had the solution ready, clicking a button on his small pad control that was in front of his hoof.

There was a metallic shunting noise, and the entire of the outer wall to the room moved back. A huge open space that allowed each of the engorged and fattened farmers exit from their prison. It was a short trip to the landing pad, and the Governor watched in delight as the two of them left, although it would be a while before they were out of sight.

‘Like watching two beached whales returning to the ocean’ He thought, Except the ocean was a massive cargo freighter that had its bay doors open waiting to swallow each of them up and shuttle them home.

As they were ferried back, Wheat Sheaf had opened up a call to his wife. “Well…for once in your life you hardly said a word! In fact you didn’t say any words!” He asked her, finally after a prolonged silence she spoke.

“After two weeks of having a hose in my maw and...other areas it is hard to collect your thoughts dear. But you did the right thing. Although I probably could have taken a little more…” She trailed off, and watched as his expression turned to perplexion.

“Where you enjoying that? I mean I was too at first, but after a few days it was rather tiresome. I was just going through the motions of feeding.” He admitted.

“Well, I never thought I would get the opportunity to be this size. I heard what you said, it is not right I am now the smaller one...you can make up for it when we get back.” She cooed a little. Wheat Sheaf couldn’t believe his wife was in good spirits after they had been so utterly betrayed.

“You don’t care that we’re losing a big percentage of our deliveries to this crook?”

“Well, yes a little. But look at what he’s done for us in the meantime dear. We’ve easily caught up to and overtaken our neighbours and quite a few of the other farmers. Once you get me back to being the largest we’ll be the talk of the town. They’ll think we left for a few weeks just to fatten up!” She grinned, and saw her husband relax. She always managed to put a positive spin on things.

“I suppose you’re right, as per usual...lets just go home. I want off this Celestia forsaken rock and back to the homeworld. I hope the freighter can get us there…”

And with that, somehow in high spirits the two of them left Sleipnir. It had certainly not been a productive trip...but interesting. Neither of them imagined they’d leave gaining over a third of their already existing bodyweight. The bay door shut behind them, the ship creaked as it took off and made its way up into the atmosphere.

The only thing left to deal with would be the uncomfortable flight, as the two of them were squished into the bay together, pads parked as close as possible to get them in.

“...Do you think there’s any food on board?” Wheat Sheaf asked his wife.