Evening in Canterlot, and the Food of Equestria fair had finally wrapped up. Only a few ponies had actually stayed until closing time and Midnight Blossom in her heavyset self was one of them. She wasn't going to let food go, especially free food imported from across the country.

So it was then that the young and obese mare found herself alone in the darkening streets, which thanks to this being Canterlot wasn't any real issue, crime was a concern for lower class cities, like Manehattan or Fillydelphia, not Canterlot. However, unknown to her, she had been followed all day. Perhaps she had noticed a few different ponies in the crowds watching her with some interest instead of disgust and contempt; perhaps she hadn’t, instead being too busy glutting herself beyond all reason to pay any attention to her surroundings, but 'they' were actually a single changeling that had been shadowing her since this morning. He'd been looking for a mark, and Midnight would be perfect.

So he surreptitiously followed her as she waddled down the lamp lined and increasingly empty streets of Canterlot, her tree trunk like legs slapping against against her gut with each laboured step, waiting until the last few ponies that had been staring at her with a mixture of disbelief and horror finally had enough and trotted back to their homes in contempt. A process that didn’t take all that long with the night-time chill creeping over the city driving the ponies who weren’t insulated by a layer of blubber that whales would be envious of, and soon enough the streets were deserted enough for him to approach without any spectators to foil his ruse. He approached her taking the form of a tall and handsome unicorn that had a good foot in height over her, and a charming enough smile.

"You sure seem to enjoy food," Midnight stopped to look over her shoulder as he drew up besides her, speaking jovially. "I'm surprised they had any left after you were finished, but you must've been unable to make it to the Crystal Empire section." His horn lit with a pale light to float a pair of cardboard boxes out of his saddlebags. "I'm not surprised, the culinary arts of the Crystal Empire aren't much remembered these days, except by enthusiasts. Too sugary for most gourmands and historians you see, and too sugary for me as well."

The boxes floated over to Midnight, their tops unfolding to reveal a pair of expertly decorated cakes, shimmering crystal berries covered in decadent glaze, and the smell of freshly baked cakes wafting up to tickle at the bat pony's nostrils.

"And so, for my generous deed for the day, I don't suppose you would like to take these off of my hooves?"

Midnight's stomach gurgled and groaned as she looked up at the unicorn, before she looked down at the cakes. Her tongue unconsciously licking her lips.

"I might enjoy my food, but I'm fairly certain my parents told me not to accept candy from strangers, mister?"

Midnight also seemed to miss the fact that his horn was flickering green rather than the more steady glow of unicorn magic, a rather telltale sign if one paid any attention at at all in school. Which of course Midnight hadn’t, her mind occupied by thoughts of lunch, or dinner, or mid-class snacks.

The stallion stepped up in front of her, still levitating those cakes underneath her snout, and smiled down at her, "Now don't be that way, this is Canterlot, when was the last time you heard of anything bad happening?" He inquired, the tone of his voice a carefully managed and charmingly masculine tune.

He reached out, and gently poked Midnight's fat chest his hoof sinking in an inch or two. "Besides, I think you have an... unique love for food, don't you?"

"What, this?" A hoof reached back and jiggled Midnight's gut, the hanging stomach almost half an inch from the ground as it burbled with the effort of digestion. "Yeah, it does seem pretty obvious," she almost smirked at the stallion, "and any food is good food: fried, boiled, battered, glazed." Another subconscious lick of her lips interrupted her speech, before she belched loud enough to cause her thick cheeks to vibrate with the force of the air rushing from her mouth.

"But the best food is free food, and I think I've got a bit more room."

The stallion blinked, having been flummoxed for a moment by her appealingly flirty reply.

"My now, aren't you a tease? Most mares wouldn't even know how to enjoy a body like yours." He spoke, his voice cracking for only a moment before he simply forced one of the cakes into Midnight's mouth.

Magical manipulation made it much easier than it would’ve been otherwise, not that it looked like it was difficult to force food down her fat throat, clearly she did enough of that by herself. While she was busy swallowing down the several pounds of cake stuffed in her maw he strode around her, eying her obese body like a carnivore taking to prey.

"Yes, that, you're the most obese mare I've ever seen, and from the looks of things... I'd say you're proud of it, aren't you?" He halted at her side and poked her belly firmly, his hoof sinking in even further than before. He bit his lip as the implications hit him, gods, how fat was this mare if he wasn’t reaching the ball of food that had to be packed inside her?

"There's, mmph, a lot of me to be proud of." Midnight tried to speak around the last chunk of cake, crumbs flying out of her mouth before she swallowed. Her throat almost visibly distorting under her triple chins. "And there could always be more." A hoof came up to wipe at her mouth, leaving a smeared trail of glaze and sugar across her cheeks, before she grabbed one of the berries that was still hanging on and popped it in her maw.

"There certainly is, and there certainly could be" The stallion spoke, and came around to gaze at her swollen rear end. Her cutie marks were dimpled by adipose and the three white flowers were stretched and warped across both sides of her rump, this mare was not in good health, that was absolutely certain, and judging by behaviour she revelled in it. She would do perfectly.

"I suppose I should tell you my name then," he spoke, and gave that rear end a gently poke before stepped up beside her again. "My name is Valiant, I run a bakery in the Crystal Empire and I'm looking for an assistant. I need someone with a sweet tooth that can make sure everything I put out is good enough, and who enjoys food enough that she could..."

He stuffed the second cake into her face, "... take such a job to its fullest growth potential."

"Mmph, an'," another mighty gulp brought the second cake down into Midnight's gut, the bat pony starting to wheeze as the weight of everything she had eaten over the day finally began to catch up to her. "And you came to Canterlot? You got lucky finding me, but I don't think there's a single other pony who'd give that offer the thought it deserves." Another smirk came, only this one was less flirty and more tired. Her heavyset legs quivering and her eyelids fluttering as the beginning of a food coma started to take hold.

"I mean, I thought about it, and the answer’s yes." A yawn wracked her, and Midnight opened her mouth wide enough the if anypony else but Valiant had been close enough and had cared enough to look they would've sworn they could see into her bottomless gut. "But I think I need a nap first."

"You can nap on the way, it's a long drive to the Crystal Empire." Wildcard spoke, and Midnight might have noticed a few things; a flicker of his form, a flash of black carapace. Too bad she was drugged enough that she would already have passed out were she not so loaded with food and massively obese.

"I'll clear it up with your parents tomorrow, I'm sure they won't mind. I mean who wouldn't be proud their daughter was a professional eating machine?" He spoke, and gently pushed her down the street.

"My parents wouldn't be, but buck 'em, always on my case." Midnight muttered as she stumbled in the direction 'Valiant' was pushing her—the shallow incline making her pant with effort of moving her own bulk—towards a white van that was parked at the end of the street.

Midnight might have recognized it from food deliveries to the various stalls earlier, it had shown up at nearly every stall she’d visited after all, but she was barely standing upright, swaying heavily on her hooves as she yawned and wheezed. Valiant quickly trotting around her to the passenger side door, before he opened it for her to get in—she'd soon see that there was plenty of fast food in the cab—and he was looking a little anxious now, furtively glancing around to make sure nopony was watching.

Midnight almost fell over as the smell of fresh hayburgers was all that guided her in, her heavyset hooffalls thudding against the ground erratically without Wildcard’s support before she put one hoof on the van's step and tried to squeeze herself into the cab.

A prospect her gut didn't agree with. The pendulous flab bunching up against the doorway as she muzzily tried to squeeze her way through the much too narrow space. What little of her mass she was able to fit into the already cramped driver's compartment overflowing the hoofwell and flooding over the seat and pouring over the dashboard. Wildcard gawked as he watched the elephantine mare try to squeeze herself into the passenger’s seat and not even make it through the door.

"... You’d better get in the back," Wildcard spoke, grabbing Midnight's legs with his magic so he could yank the balloon of fat out of the door. Her body plopped to the street with an audible slapping gurgle, and he briefly thought upon how nice it must be to so padded with fat at every angle that being dropped to the ground with such force wouldn't even hurt.

"I've got more food in there, so at least you've got that going for you." He added, as he pulled the double doors to the back of the van open. He anxiously gestured for Midnight to heft herself into the rear of the van knowing that she was about to pass out and he’d be damned if he had the strength to actually put her in the van by himself.

It took all of Midnight's remaining energy to pull herself up into the back of the van. Her legs felt like jelly, and her eyelids were hanging low enough enough that the world was just an impression of colours rather than actual distinct images. Although her nose certainly recognised the smell of baked goods surrounding her, and she pulled a boxed cake up to her barrel, almost as if it was a stuffed teddy bear.

"Thanks for this..." Another jaw cracking yawn interrupted her sleepy mutterings before she curled up on the floor. "I'll see you in the Crystal Empire, Val..."

She wasn't awake to hear the clang of the van's rear doors cutting off the rest of her sentence.

It wasn't long before Wildcard had pulled himself into the driver’s cab, turning around to look over the chairs at Midnight sleeping in the back with the leftover delivery goods. While his plan had been for her to ride in the cab with enough fast food to keep her satisfied for the ten hour journey to the hive. Assuming she woke up at all, he'd dosed each cake with enough drugs to put a hippo to sleep, having been worried that all the food she'd eaten would get in the way.

In any case, the van soon rumbled off, it’s engine and suspension screaming as they attempted to handle their new found burden and that was the last time Midnight Blossom would be seen in Canterlot. Wildcard drove out of the city and got on the major highway, and by morning... well, it would be obvious if one looked out the window they weren't going north, they were going south. As a matter of fact they had entered the desert.

A low rumbling was the first thing Midnight heard. Not the usual rumbling of her stomach cruelly deprived of food for more than a hour, but the rumble of an engine as it struggled to haul whatever massive load it was carrying, and she reached down to pull her blanket over ears. She might've had better access to fast food when the HayBurgers had opened down the street, but their delivery vans always arrived at the most Luna-blasted hours of the morning.

It was only when she reached down, and felt nothing but her stomach, still gurgling from yesterday's feast that she remembered the events of last night. The handsome unicorn, the delicious crystal cakes, a van full of food, the job offer of taste testing at his bakery, her almost immediate acceptance (as if she was going to turn down the chance to be PAID to eat).

Sleepily she reached out and knocked against the metal partition that separated the back of the van from the driver's cab before speaking "Hey, Valiant? Are we almost there? I'm starving."

Wildcard made an odd squealing noise and a green flash came from the cab for a moment. He'd dropped his disguise hours ago to save his energy, and only now slipped back into it.

"Uh, yeah but, I need to stop for gas first, it's just a few more hours, help yourself to whatever is back there," 'Valiant' spoke, his voice sounding somewhat oddly raspy at first, before it settled back into that handsomely masculine tone.

Midnight could soon feel as the van slowed, and then stopped. The sound of Wildcard mumbling about gas prices could be heard and if she listened well she'd hear about how her weight was so huge- she was so obese- that she literally burned twice as much fuel as the van would otherwise.

This also gave her an opportunity to flee, and the morning sun flowed in through the van windows as they spent some time parked at a lonely desert gas station.

It was a shame then that escape was the last thing on Midnight's mind at the moment, and why would she want to? She was, as far as she knew, on the way to her dream job, and surrounded by more free food on the way there. Something she took full advantage of once she'd managed to blink the sleep out of her eyes.

The first victim of her unending hunger was the cake she had spent the night cuddling, the slightly crushed cardboard unfolding easily enough for her to put her mouth in and eat the cake directly from the box like a pig from a trough, before she grabbed a second box, and then a third.

It was only when she finished the third cake, a chocolate & lemon confection, that she realised how dry her throat was getting, and that the van was starting to slow down.

"Hey Valiant, if we're pulling in somewhere could you get me some soda? It's getting pretty dry back here," She faked a cough hoping it was enough for the unicorn to believe her. "A couple of those big bottles, please."

Wildcard heard her and once he was done recharging the van’s magical batteries she was left in silence for only a few moments before the oddly anxious stallion returned, opened the back doors, and gazed upon Midnight's beautiful obesity for as long as he could risk. She was... everything, honestly. Fat, fat, and more fat- and the way she looked up at him, lying there with her gut spread out underneath her…

There was a clear lust in that gaze, but he didn't allow himself to stare for too long, and rolled at least eight litres of soda in there before slamming the doors shut again and coming back into the cockpit.

The engine, once started, groaned as it started to pull away from the station, before the engine sputtered arrhythmically and died.

"Goddamnit," he swore, "This piece of shit just isn't enough for a mare like you."

He glanced back between the seats, grinning at Midnight as she looked up at him, her mouth buried in another box, flecks of blueberry pie filling surrounding her mouth, "Then again, I suppose the fattest mare in Canterlot would be too much for most vans."

He turned the key twice in the engine, only to met with coughs and sputtering before he thumped the dashboard with his hoof, and the engine wheezed to life again.

The sputtering of the van's engine and Valiant's words seemed to spark a fire in Midnight's gut, and despite the fact it was still grumbling and gurgling with the half digested remains of yesterday's binge, she felt emptier, and hungrier, than ever.

Pulling one of the bottles to her lips she barely looked at the label, some off-market brand that was more sugar and fizz than water, and proceeded to chug the entire thing in one long series of audible gulps, before tossing the empty plastic container over her shoulder, and seized more of the cardboard boxes that surrounded her, the stacks wobbling as she pulled boxes away with no thought as to where in the stacks they came from.

"You want to see if I can cause this thing to break down before we get to the Crystal Empire?" The sounds of gulping, chewing, belching, and wheezing echoed in the metal compartment, almost drowning out the noise of the van's screaming suspension and howling engine as Midnight devoured entire towers of food. Forcing more, ever more down into her aching and groaning stomach which bulged further with each new load of sugar and sponge. "See if I can make you try and explain why, urp, why you're broken down with a blob of fat in the back of your van to the guard?" A pang of agony shot through her stomach as she belched again, her fat rippling with enough force to make the entire van shudder underneath her, before she started gasping for breath.

"I'm game... if you are."

Author's Note

IT BEGINS.

On another note RPing is surprising fun as a way to break writer's block.