Expansion Erotics and Magical Maladies

“My Celestia… this place is simply exquisite!” Currently making her way up a vast flight of steps, Rarity attempted to maintain her composure, surrounded by the gargantuan structure she had found herself sprawling across. Initially, it reminded her of Somnambulan architecture, given the pyramid that jutted up from the seemingly endless desert and it’s dunes. But this utterly dwarfed the pyramids she had seen. Stretching a good hundred meters into the empty blue expanse, the immense sandstone and limestone cladding reflecting the powerful rays of the boiling sun.

Another distinct feature of the pyramid was its frankly alien design elements and statues. Sphinxes, with ape-like heads were lined up towards the grand staircase, a staircase that was flanked by two even larger sphinxes. These were acting as arm rests for the colossal statue that sat above them, the stairs leading to a gap between his legs. The figure’s head was grotesque, it’s apeish features distorted. It’s eye sockets appeared to be hollow, apart from baleful blue flame that flickered deep in the recesses. It’s snout/nose appeared to have been squashed against it’s face, nostrils becoming wide caves, just above the glowering mouth, the corners of it downturned slightly.

To it’s left and right, two jackal headed creatures, seemingly possessing an upright, slim apes body, stood guard, silently watching over the sunbleached land. The raised edges of the pyramid had been engraved with a myriad of symbols, their meaning lost to the bewildered unicorn, who noted another strange thing. Every figure, regardless of animal, all wore headresses, detailed with bands gold and turquoise, giving them each a commanding authority. The largest statue wore the most elaborate one, a cobra curving it’s way around the head of the statue, rising above towards a pair of giant wings, made from turquoise and cardinal. The whole thing was incredibly humbling for the mare, as she continued to climb higher and higher, taking a glance behind.

Below, she could see large pools of water, surrounded by olive, date and palm trees, fed by cascades of water from the sphinx’s middle. The higher she climbed, the more desolate the world seemed. Dunes spread as far as she could see, the horizon obscured by a haze and dust. Shaking her head, she was sure she could get help in this place. Afterall, the sheer amount of work needed to make this would have been monumental, especially given the running water. If she could find them, she was sure she could find her friends, wherever she was…

Ascending the final few steps, her legs burning slightly from the sheer height Rarity had climbed, she found herself presented with a simple room. Across the walls, a myriad of paintings decorated each side. All were stylized with the ape like bodies, some with the heads of various reptiles, birds and mammals. More of the symbols were carved beneath, suggesting that they were some sort of writing. In the centre of the room, was a vast coffin, gilded with a myriad of precious stones and metals. Right at the back, was a throne, facing out of the door, towards the desert beyond. Now out of the blistering heat, the alabaster unicorn picked her way across the room, trotting towards the immense seat. “I say… whoever lives here really knows how to live well, I doubt Spikey could dig up even a tiny fraction of this in a few weeks.”

Approaching the empty throne, it was decorated and carved with the same care and expertise as the rest of the pyramid. The same winged snake was at the top, curving it’s emerald encrusted body down, intercepting stylized eyes, and multiple crosses, with a loop replacing the top arm. She remembered it being called an Ankh, a symbol for life, and death. “Considering that coffin, I think this is more death than life at this point…” She murmured, noticing other carvings of scarabs, crooks and flails. Running a hoof across the gorgeous work, she looked at the seat itself, a small smile growing on her muzzle. “One small sit down couldn’t hurt? Could it?” shrugging, she climbed onto it, taller than a typical equine seat or throne.

“Oh my… this is certainly exciting, I just wish the others could see me now…” the unicorn allowed a smile to grace her features, placing her hooves onto the arm rests, surveying the room from the admittedly hard seat. Running her hooves across the engravings and gilding, she marveled at it’s construction, ringing around more of the beatles, pressing into the gems. A sharp clunk suddenly rang out of the quiet, startling her as she raised her hoof in a panic. Indeed, on the right side, one of the scarabs had been depressed like a button.

“Oh no…” was all she managed to say as the seat bottom suddenly retracted, Rarity plummeting down into darkness. Now free falling, she let out a shrill shriek, limbs flailing though the abyss. She could hardly make out the shape of the tunnel currently ferrying her down into the bowels of the structure, though she caught sight of small, green glowing pin pricks that looked distinctly like feline eyes, peering out of the gloom. Eventually, her back made contact with a smooth wall that began to flatten out. A couple meters further, and she was ejected off the edge, screaming as could make out the shimmering, ground moving towards her. With a distinct smack, she impacted the surprisingly soft floor.

Groggily, she got to her hooves. “Ooohhh, why do these places like to have unnecessary traps? I feel like I'm in one of Rainbow’s Daring Do novels.” Looking around, she appeared to be in a large boxy room. Lighting her horn, she allowed her light blue aura to illuminate the area. Testing the ground, she found the slab was made of stone, which had been engraved with rows upon rows of sigils. “Must be some sort of softening spell…” Glancing around, the unicorn noticed it was mostly formed out of a long stone walkway, a doorway at the far end. The sides, however, were filled with liquid. Two long trenches ran parallel, large stone faucets or channels hanging overhead, allowing a thick, viscous substance to dribble into the greater mass.

“How odd.” she murmured, reaching a hoof out to touch it. As she did so, she felt how heavy the substance was. Around the same consistency as treacle, but without the stickiness. Mostly odourless, with a very slight sweet aroma to it. Satisfied with her investigation, she pulled her hoof out. Except she couldn’t, as she looked in horror as some sort of tentacle had wrapped around her leg. “Let me go!” she hissed, giving the gunk some strong tugs. But despite how hard she tried to resist, it refused to let go. Then another tendril seized her back legs, squeezing them together. Losing her balance, she staggered briefly, before toppling over on her side, her horn cutting out as she lost concentration.

“Get off! Get off me this instanGUURRGGHH!!!” She was cut off, as a gelatinous strand pushed into her mouth, muffling her outburst. Moments later, bulges of the liquid began to flow up, depositing the ooze into her gut. A moment later, she let out another squeak, as another tentacle shoved it’s way up her plot hole, forcing the slime in through her back passage. With the ooze filling her from both ends, she continued to let out groans as more and more flowed into her.

Her gut took the initial brunt of the sentient slime, her trim, societally accepticle middle instantly ruined as litres worth sloshed around inside her. More pieces of the mass began to seize her limbs, pinning her down to allow the filling to continue unabated. Already a basketball sized barrel had developed, squishing into the stone floor. Panicked, she looked around for something that could get her out. She attempted to light her horn a second time, able to watch with horror as the entirety of the pools seemed to be oozing onto the path, moving towards her. Eyes flicking to the side, she saw more statues, glaring at her in an almost mocking way, the pale, spectral white eyes all looking at her.

A moment later, another blob of ooze gripped her horn, forcing it to fizzle out. In near complete darkness, her body kept expanding. Her stomach was twice as wide as it once was, showing no signs of stopping, as she progressed into looking more like a marshmallowy lump with each deposit of gunk forced down her throat and ass. Pretty soon, her butt was eager to join in the expansion, the gunk forcing its way into her once trim, toned glutes and rump. All the while, Rarity was surrounded by constant noise. The slithering, audible wet slapping as the bulk rose up and out, the groaning and blorping of her belly and her own gasps and pants.

Belly as large as a beachball, it had begun to push her upwards, allowing her bottom to grow outwards, wide as a pair of prize winning pumpkins. The mass forced more and more down both of her ends, distorting her further under the deluge of slime. Gone was the lady-like fashionista. There was only the sloshing, ovoid lump that only minutes before, didn;t resemble an immense deflated parade balloon. Pushing past the colossal mounds her ass had been forced into, the ooze was fully intent on draining the entire room, hundreds of cubic meters of gunk forced into the now boulder sized mare, easily wider than a mattress.

All around, Rarity could feel her over stretched skin getting ever wider, moaning in despair as she imagined how garish she looked, how utterly deformed her cutie mark had become. Tears rolled down her cheeks, rolling around her bloated cheeks, and onto her expanded neck. It wasn’t fair, she would have wailed, her hooves becoming sucked into divots in her side as her legs widened, turning into just another place to store the mass of ooze. More tentacles curled around her bulk, caressing and sliding around, drawing deep moans from the slime tank of a mare. Trapped in a seemingly endless expansion, she hoped beyond all hope that her friends hadn’t been caught up in the same cruel fate.