Of Foals and Frankfurters
The sun was shining and the birds were chirping on what could only be described as an ideal afternoon outside of Ponyville. Several of the Wonderbolts, along with a select few friends and family members, lounged and trotted about as they enjoyed a post show cookout. Twilight Sparkle had even contributed a generous amount of M.E.A.T. for the event given their stellar performance.
M.E.A.T. was a relatively new food product the princess had concocted with the assistance of the Apple family. Magically Enhanced Apple Tubes, they were solidified cylinders of processed apples seasoned with a secret blend of herbs and spices; as the name implies they were also imbued with a sorcerous savoriness. Typically served in a roll of some fashion, they’d become quite the hit among the denizens of Equestria.
“Gee Rumble,” Button said with a crestfallen look on his face, “how come you get two wieners?”
Rumble smiled triumphantly, holding two of the sausages aloft. “Because,” he smugly replied, “nobody loves wieners more than me.” Closing his eyes, the colt brought one to his mouth; licking it’s slick exterior as he began to slip it between his teeth.
“That’s my little brother,” Thunderlane chuckled as he trotted over, “he just can’t get enough of those things!”
Sinking his teeth into the tender M.E.A.T., Rumble moaned slightly as he felt the juices within trickle down his throat. Consuming the sausage in one gulp, the colt swooned; caressing his torso and squirming in joy. “I...I just wish they were bigger,” Rumble mewled, clutching his face and blushing in euphoric bliss as he longed to be filled with M.E.A.T.
“Well you might just be in luck bro!” Thunder remarked, fetching a silver cloche plate and presenting it before the little grey colt. “Twilight made this just for you,” he continued, removing the domed cover and revealing an absolutely mammoth frank.
Rumble’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung agape in awe; he didn’t know they made M.E.A.T. that big and his heart skipped a beat at the prospect of having all of it inside himself. It was nearly as big as his leg! The taught flesh of the log glistened, steaming tantalizingly; almost as if begging for some bold pony to tackle its overwhelming girth. “H...here,” he stammered, fumbling for a package of rolls from the nearby table. “J...just stuff it in!” he pleaded, presenting the pitifully small pillowy holsters.
“Oh Rumble,” Thunder scoffed, patting the titanic sausage and looking down at the colt with a mocking grin, “this would never fit in your tiny buns.”
“You just watch Thunder!” Rumble shot back, his eyes blazing with determination, “My love of wieners won’t fail me!”
“Here, let me help,” Button chirped, spraying the succulent offering with sauces. “Never forget to use a condiment!”
“Cram it in,” Rumble beseech, “I need it!” Opening his maw as far as he could, Rumble lolled his tongue out invitingly.
Thunderlane grinned wickedly, hefting the length of M.E.A.T. and waggling it back and forth. “Open wide little bro,” he cooed, pressing the blunt tip to Rumble’s lips.
Rumble whimpered as the savory and slightly salty flavors cascaded over his taste buds. The colossal cylinder delving deeper and deeper into his gullet before bumping against the back of his throat.
‘I...I’m not sure it’s gonna fit,” Rumble thought. Unfortunately, due to his mouth being filled to capacity, the only sound which escaped him was “M...mm mph nnnph nnmmmnnn mmmph,” as his brother continued struggling to grind the gleaming meaty shaft into him.
Sneaking behind Thunder, Button added his weight; pushing against the stallion in a meager attempt to assist with the herculean undertaking. With their combined effort they ground forward as the oversized wiener bored into Rumble’s esophagus.
Rumble’s lips and airway impossibly stretched around the fat pillar which inexorably drilled into his airway. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his heart fluttered, as the colt was gluttonously filled. Suddenly the delicate flesh of the sausage ruptured, dousing Rumble’s face in creamy goodness and causing him to gag in surprise.
“Oh that’s right,” Thunderlane remarked, “Twilight said this one had a cheese filling.”
‘A...a stuffed wiener?!’ Rumble thought, his mind reeling at such an absurd notion but he wouldn’t be defeated by such a thing; steeling his resolve he braced himself he bit down. A tidal wave of slick and gooey cheese erupted over him, blasting him head on. Swallowing the initial portion, Rumble gasped for air as he was plastered with the salty filling. Opening his jaw, Rumble eagerly gulped down the stringy and slick contents within; moaning whorishly and allowing his hedonistic tendencies to overtake him.
With undue haste, Thunderlane and Button began cramming the remainder into Rumble’s face. His eyes watered, and his throat bulged obscenely, as the colt struggled to consume the epic meal. He was so close, spying the end of the treat as it crept towards his mouth.
“Just unf a little more,” Button grunted, exerting more force and cramming the last few inches of M.E.A.T. past Rumble’s lips. He watched in awe as the little grey colt swallowed the last bit, observing as Rumble’s stomach distended beyond any reasonable capacity as the gargantuan intrusion settled within. The colt’s chest heaved, his brow beaded with sweat, as he fought to catch his breath.
Coughing and sputtering, Rumble gasped for air; a blissful expression on his exhausted face at his accomplishment. “I’m so full,” he bleated, leaning back and rubbing his swollen belly. He knew he must have been quite a sight, slathered in juices and panting like a competitive eater but he didn’t care. Never in his life did he think he’d have his fill of M.E.A.T., yet here he was.
“You guys want some desert?” Soarin asked, trotting up with a generous slice of cream pie. The clumsy stallion stumbled as he approached, sending the confection airborne. “Oh jeez!”
The world went into slow motion for Rumble as he watched the confection sail towards him. In a moment of supreme epicureanism he closed his eyes, opening his mouth and waiting for it’s sweet embrace. Messily it impacted the colt, plastering his visage with its silken whipped goodness. A bit of the filling hit his eye, causing him to flinch. Running his tongue around to gather up as much as he could, and awkwardly mopping the topping off himself, Rumble hummed gleefully.
“No sense in letting it all go to waste,” Button whispered, trotting forward and lapping the desert from Rumble. Thick white topping quickly coated his face as he awkwardly licked and cleaned the savory cream from his friend’s face.
“That tickles,” Rumble giggled, looking up and noticing Button’s own pie streaked features. Craning his neck forward he returned the favor, bathing the brown colt’s face with his weary tongue.
“Looks like I cream pie’d your little bro,” Soarin laughed, watching as the colts played.
“Yea,” Thunderlane chortled, “you always were a klutz weren’t you.”
“Gosh Thunder,” Soarin said, trotting up beside his fellow Wonderbolt, “those colts sure do love a good meal!”
Thunderlane patted Soarin’s shoulder with a hoof, shaking his head in amusement. “They sure do Soarin, they sure do.”
