Expansion Erotics and Magical Maladies

The sun beat down it’s intense rays across the desert. Scraggy bushes sprouted from the sand in irregular places across the vast, dust blown basin, eking out a living amongst the vast emptiness of the place. Well, empty aside from the great buttes that sprouted out of the brown-yellow sand, the sheer sided cliffs stretching high into the sky. These vast mesas provided some much-needed shade from the lowering sun. Some shade was exactly what one individual needed.

Applejack was currently padding her way through the sand and grit. Sweat ran down her entire form, dust coating her hooves and legs. “Consarn it, why the hay was I sent here!” She muttered out loud, trying to keep herself somewhat engaged from the monotonous, hot conditions. “When ah find Twilight, I’m gonna rattle her ears for this! One minute, your having a drink with ya friends, then next you’re in the middle of nowhere somewhere in southern Equestria!” Grumbling she attempted to wad up some spit. What happened instead was her coughing dryly, her mouth bone dry.

“Could really do with some water ‘bout now, hasn’t been a drop in miles.” Panting, she willed herself to carry on, the prospect of her friends and family keeping her ticking over, even as water levels continued to dwindle. Even the wind wasn’t much help, blasting her with boiling air, mixed with rough grit that would nearly blow her hat off. “I tell ya what… I’d give my right leg to have just a drop of cider right about now.” She glanced around, almost expecting somepony to appear with a hacksaw to lop her limp off. But no, no one was there. Sighing wearily, she marched onwards, determined to get out.

For 3 more hours she trekked. Passing vast gravel pits, complexes of hoodoo’s and numerous skeletons of some unfortunate creatures, her resolve was gradually sapped. It was a battle of will’s to even place a single hoof in front of the other, her head starting to pound from dehydration. Stumbling, she felt her strength begin to leave her. Desperately fighting to keep moving, she collapsed into a shaded ditch, her coat being dusted with another helping of dust and sand. She lay there, vision swimming from the impact, taking ragged breaths. Gazing across the still dozens of miles of wasteland, Applejack lay exhausted, resigning herself to what she believed would be her last moments.

She was so delirious, she could swear she could see the form of a large wagon, being pulled by a pair of white stallions through the dust. “Hehe… good one brain… nice dream ya got there.” But as it drew closer, she could hear the wheels bumping and bouncing off stones and ditches. No sounds of clopping hooves, but the covered wagon continued on it’s merry way, heading towards her. Sitting there in disbelief, she could see another one a few hundred meters behind the first, and shortly thereafter, another one. Laughing weakly, the minutes passed, until they had reached her. Still unsure if what she was seeing was reality or fiction, the white stallions unhitched themselves from the wagon, one moving over to her, whilst the other walked into the wagon.

Reaching out a hoof, he carefully grabbed her. The instant he did so, Applejack could feel her exhaustion and her weariness evaporate. Still unbelievably thirsty, swiped a hoof across her forehead, sweat wicking away. “Ah… thank ya… kind stranger… If you hadn’t come along I’d be a goner for sure.” Glancing back up at him, she finally got a good look at his face, a face which wasn’t even there. Like somepony had erased the eyes and mouth of a drawing, he blankly faced her, as the second, identical creature joined her. Now the cover was exposed, the Apple mare could finally see the contents. A huge tank, with a stylised apple slice stencilled on the metal. In his hoof, a tube, with an amber liquid dripping from the end, which looked surprising like, “Is… is that cider?” It nodded, offering her the end.

Without any other though, she rammed the end into her muzzle, greedily slurping down the nectar. Guzzling down mouthful after mouthful, she didn’t could hardly stop herself, so intent on quenching her thirst. Quickly, her belly was full of the golden, tart liquid. Still though, she felt parched, so she continued to drink. No matter how many pulls she took, the Earth pony was still thirsty. By now, the procession had pulled up. More white, faceless stallions, each with a Stetson the same colour as the rest of their bodies. White, with an almost ethereal transparency and glow. Quickly, they attached some piping, feeding their tanks into the one Applejack continued to drink from.

Her body was suffering from her continual sucking. Her belly was like a balloon, packed with fluid. Behind her, her butt was taking in the influx of liquid, the apples on her cutie mark swelling to double their size as her body struggled to contain the deluge of cider. Larger and larger she grew, still content to drink from the huge tanks, draining their goods directly into the sloshy orange mare.

Her gut, swollen so large, piled up between her legs, providing Applejack with her own built in water bed. Speaking of legs, those well toned limbs took on fluid, rounding outwards as the liquid searched for more places to fill. “Mmmmppph, mmmmmm.” Applejack moaned between hearty gulps. Whilst she was still thirsty, she was most certainly comfortable now, the sheer size of her tummy pressing her limbs so far apart that they were forced to rest upon the swell of her gut, a shelf like slab forming as it splayed out like a water balloon. What’s more, was that this was some of the best cider she had ever tasted! She couldn’t help but guzzle down more, even as she began to spread across the sandy ground.

Each ass cheek looked like a deflated medicine ball, her belly more like a weather balloon, her inflating limbs now resting upon the swell, unable to physically reach the ground from the magnitude of her expansion. A high pitched, metallic squeak was heard, as one of the spectral creatures opened the valve even wider, a sudden rush of cider powering down the thoroughly bloated mare. Several the stallions were prodding and poking at, sloshing the immense bulk she had retained, sending great ripples of motion throughout her entire form. Her disproportionately tiny tail was trapped between the rounded mass of her bottom, a few stray hairs poking up from the cavernous ass crack.

Now larger than the wagons, she resembled a great deflated blimp than she did a pony, let alone an organism of any description. Gurgling and glorping, her waterbed of a figure soaked up the harsh rays of the sun, her sensitive stretched skin constantly sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Every gust of wind, every touch by the creatures, every wobbling jolt filled her overwhelmed brain. Between each swallow, she was virtually moaning the entire time, her eyes starting to roll back in ecstasy. Still, she expanded, her belly alone being now twice the mares’ old height, despite how far apart it had squished outwards.

Her thoughts of finding her friends were drowned out by the sparks of pleasure rocking her mind, just as yet more sweet, sweet apple cider cascaded into her. She didn’t even notice a number of other wagons trundling towards her, each and everyone loaded with a vast tank, all with the same symbol painted onto them. Beneath the falling sun, the orange blob was content to be pumped larger and larger, her head and hooves starting to be sucked into the vast girth of her body.

Letting out one last pleasured moan, she closed her eyes, content to keep drinking and keep quenching her persistent, perpetual thirst.