Leftovers

by doomie-22

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Spike, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2707

Applejack and Twilight Sparkle help Pinkie Pie get rid of some leftovers.

Takes place during "A Bird in the Hoof."

The ponies of Ponyville were eager to dine with Celestia, but her royal duties know no bounds, meaning that she unfortunately has to cut the party short. This unfortunately means that there are a lot of leftovers. No problem, though, because Aoplejack, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight are able to help take care of that.

Written with ReconNow.

Over art by minitea.

Published 2020-12-09 08:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-12-09 08:50:00 UTC

Now Ah Can Eat Somethin'

Twilight let out a sigh. “Well, Spike,” she said, “I don't know for sure how things went with the princess, but at least no big disasters happened.” Smiling, she turned to Pinkie and said, “Wow, Pinkie, that was a great party! Princess Celestia really loved you!

Pinkie giggled and replied, “I know, right! She's never met such a fun-loving, party-planning, food-stuffing, adorable pony like me!”

Looking around, Twilight noticed something. Seeing as how the party had been cut short and everypony had left soon thereafter, there happened to be quite a bit of food leftover “You know, Pinkie, there's a lot of leftovers.”

“There sure are,” Applejack agreed. “How are ya gonna get rid of it?

Pinkie merely shrugged in response. “I don't know. I sure don't want to throw it all of it away!”

“Well, while you girls figure it out, I think I'm going to head on home,” Spike said, picking up his backpack. In doing so, a collection of magazines fell out of it.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Applejack asked, picking them up.

Spike's eyes widened in horror. “Hey! Give those back!”

“Calm down, Spike,” Applejack said, smiling. “Ah just wanna see what they are.”

“Please, Applejack, don't,” Spike begged.

“What's the big deal, Spike?” Twilight asked. She looked over Applejack's shoulder at the magazines that she held in her hooves. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she saw the cover, her expression mirroring both that of Pinkie Pie and Applejack's as all three of them glanced at the cover.

While the girls had been expecting the magazines to be an adult-oriented dirty magazine, they had certainly not been expecting what they now saw. One of the magazines was entitled Large & Lovely, whereas the other two were titled Big & Beautiful and Curves, respectively. Both featured a very overweight pony on the cover. One of the mares on the cover of one was lying on her stomach, presenting her enormous rear end to the camera, looking over her shoulder with her eyes half-lidded, giving off a “come hither” stare, with a playful smile on her face. The cover on the other magazine featured a low shot of another very fat pony, her hooves resting on her enormous stomach, the expression on her face mirroring that of the mare on the cover of the first magazine.

“Uh . . . well, uh . . .” Twilight stammered.

Spike's face was completely red. “Please . . .” He held out his hand. “Just give those back and we can act like this never happened, okay?”

Applejack ignored him, as she flipped open one of the magazines and began looking through it.

“Wow!” Pinkie cried. “These girls certainly like to eat!” She giggled. “Just like me!”

Applejack took note of the redness on Spike's cheeks. “Aw, shoot, sugarcube, ain't nothin' to be embarrassed about.”

“Y-yeah,” Twilight said.

“We all have our own interests,” Applejack went on. “Ah like a pony with a healthy appetite mahself.”

Wringing his tail, Spike looked up at them nervously and said, “So, you guys are okay with this?”

“It's more than okay, Spike,” Applejack said. “Ain't nothin' wrong with likin' a pony that’s a little bigger and rounder than most.”

Spike suddenly broke out into a big grin. “Well, since you put it that way . . . uh, you know what? Never mind. Forget it.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Spike?”

Spike shook his head. “It's nothing.”

“Aw, come on, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “You can tell us anything.”

Spike took a heavy breath and, rubbing the back of his head while glancing nervously down at the floor, said, “Well, I was just wondering, with all of the food here, if you girls wouldn’t mind . . . uh . . . could you . . .”

“Out with it, sugarcube!”

Spike fell silent, seemingly unable to bring himself to say what he wanted to.

Pinkie seemed to catch on to what Spike was wanting, because she suddenly stuffed a slice of pie into Twilight’s mouth, causing the pony to let out a muffled gasp. With little choice in the matter, she chewed the slice of pie and swallowed before giving Pinkie a puzzled look. “P-Pinkie, what are you doing?”

Pinkie giggled, already beginning to cut another slice of pie. “Isn't it obvious?” She crammed the slice of pie into Twilight’s mouth. “We're having leftovers!” She smiled down at Spike. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Spike/”

Said dragon’s face was red as he nervously stammered, “Uh . . . uh . . .” He started to sweat.

“B-but there's so much,” Applejack said. “We'll be here all day!”

This statement caused Pinkie to pause in the middle of cutting another slice of pie, presumably to feed to Twilight. “Well, we could have a sleepover! We can stay up late while we gorge ourselves silly on these treats! Sound good to you, Spike?”

Spike nodded. “Uh-huh . . .”

Having swallowed the slice of pie that Pinkie had stuffed in her mouth, Twilight spoke up. “With the amount of food here, we might never leave.”

Spike grinned. “Doesn't sound that bad to me.”

Twilight stared down at him in surprise. “What?”

Applejack couldn’t help but smile herself. “Ya know, Ah didn’t really get to eat anything.” She eyed the buffet that was laid out before her. “Might as well take advantage of the opportunity while Ah got the chance, Ah reckon.”

Pinkie, beaming, pumped her hoof through the air and cried, “That’s the spirit, AJ!”

“You said it,” Spike agreed. His smile seemed to be too big for his face.

“Shake a leg, girls,” Pinkie went on. “We’ve got a lot of food to get through! Cupcakes, candies, and pies! Oh, my!” Seizing a pie tin, she shoved her face into the tin and began merrily chomping down.

Chuckling, Applejack walked past Pinkie and observed the variety of treats that were spread out over the length of the table, Everything looked so mouth-watering that she had to resist the urge to throw herself on the table and start devouring everything she could get her hooves on. Spike, having been watching her for the past couple of seconds, walked up to her and put a hand on her side, making her jump and look down at him in surprise. “Go on, Applejack. Eat as much as you want.” He gently began rubbing her side.

“You tell ’er, Spike,” Pinkie agreed, helping herself to a cupcake while Twilight began eating a slice of cake. She smiled at Applejack and added, “Don’t worry about table manners. Just eat.”

Applejack swallowed nervously and replied, “Well, alright, then . . .” She picked up a cookie and began nibbling on it.

“Ugh!” Pinkie groaned, walking over to the orange mare. “We’re never going to get through all this food if you insist on eating at that pace.” She took the cookie from Applejack and rammed it into her mouth. She grinned seeing Applejack quickly chew and swallow and immediately grab another cookie and cram it into her mouth. “That’s more like it!”

“Mm-hmm . . .” Spike agreed, nodding his head.

Pinkie grabbed an entire platter of cupcakes and tilted it towards her open mouth, eagerly devouring the cupcakes as they fell in. Tossing the platter aside, she poked at her belly. She seemed to come to a sudden realization because she said, “Drinks. We need drinks. We gotta have something to wash all this food down with, and you can’t have cookies and cupcakes without milk.” She cupped a hoof over her mouth and bellowed, “Mrs. Cake!”

The plump mare emerged from the kitchen and gave her guests a warm smile upon seeing them all enjoying themselves. “Yes, dearie?”

“Could you bring us a couple of jugs of ice-cold milk, please?” Pinkie asked, grabbing a slice of cake and chomping down on it.

Mrs. Cake nodded. “Of course.” Turning, she retreated back into the kitchen, returning moments later with a few jugs of milk as requested. Resting them on the table, she added, “If you need anything, dearies, let me know.” Then she disappeared back into the kitchen.

“Thanks, Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie called after her. She picked up a party cup, about to pour herself a cup of milk, before she thought better of it, and, after shrugging her shoulders and tossing the cup away, unscrewed the lid and tilted the jug towards her open mouth. She gulped down a few mouthfuls of milk, giving a low moan of satisfaction as the beverage flowed down her throat. She set the jug down after a couple of minutes, taking in deep gulps of air as she struggled to catch her breath. She slid the jug over to Applejack, who gratefully took it and, throwing back her head, took a minute to gulp down a few mouthfuls of milk herself.

Meanwhile, Spike was reduced to merely standing and watching the three mares stuff themselves. He was completely content to do so. Eventually, however, he got tired of standing and so decided to sit down on the floor, crossing his legs over the other while he continued to watch his friends cram food into their mouths as if they’d been starved for days. He chuckled to himself and said, “Look at you three. Stuffing your faces like a bunch of little piggies!” This comment went ignored by the three mares while they continued to devour the food in front of them.

This continued onward for the next hour or so, the room filled with loud chewing and the three mares gulping down mouthful after mouthful of milk as they shared the jugs of milk between themselves. Eventually, Twilight spoke up. “Ugh,” she groaned, poking at her distended belly, “I’m already starting to feel so full . . .”

Pinkie burped.

“And w-we're only a quarter in,” Applejack said.

Pinkie giggled.

Twilight looked down, suddenly feeling Spike poking at her overstuffed belly. “Spike, stop poking me!” She swatted his hand away.

Blushing and nervously rubbing the back of his head, looking down at the floor in embarrassment, he said, “I can't help it, Twilight.” He went back to playfully poking at her stomach. Despite herself, Twilight couldn’t help but say, “Ahhh . . .” in pleasure.

Giggling, Pinkie dragged her belly over to Spike. “Wow, Spike, you’re really loving this, aren’t you?”

Blushing more, if possible, Spike replied, “Mm-hmm,” while he continued to poke at Twilight’s belly.

“Look at how squishy my belly is!” Grinning, Pinkie gave her stomach a poke. Spike proceeded to imitate her actions, moaning as his claw sank into the flesh of Pinkie’s big belly. “And look at how squishy and sexy yours is, Applejack!”

Spike looked over to see that, very much like Pinkie and Twilight, Applejack was rooted to the floor due to her stomach having outgrown her legs. It was a perfect spherical shape, as round and smooth as a globe, making Applejack look somewhat comical as she rested on top of it. He walked over and leaned forward, feeling himself sinking into it. He moaned, pulling away and walking around Applejack until he was behind her and was taken aback at just how large and round her rump was.

Grinning, Applejack looked over her shoulder at him and, giving her ass a wiggle, asked, “Like what ya see, sugarcube?” She continued to shake her rear end, making it wobble. Instantaneously, her stuffed belly shook and sloshed.

“Yeah,” Spike replied, nodding dumbly.

“A-ahhh!” Hearing Twilight’s outcry, he turned his head to see that Pinkie had started to poke and probe at her stomach. Turning his head, he looked behind him at the immense amount of food that they still had to go through. Yet again, his attention was brought to Twilight as she spoke up.

“M-more,” she said.

Pinkie cupped a hoof over her ear and asked, “What was that?”

“M-MORE!” Twilight yelled. “I want you to feed me, stuff me like a pig until I can’t eat any more!”

Spike broke out in a huge grin. “You’ve got it!” he said.

This brief exchange seemed to have triggered an idea in Applejack's head because she looked down at Spike and said, “While Pinkie’s stuffin’ Twilight, would ya mind stuffin’ me, sugarcube?”

Spike’s eye twitched and he, feeling beside himself, could only nod his head in response. He watched as Applejack grabbed an eclair and handed it to him, then she opened her mouth and pointed. He didn’t waste any time in stuffing the eclair in her mouth. In doing so, the end of the pastry burst open, coating his claws in whipped cream. She bit down, giving him the opportunity to stuff the rest of the pastry into her mouth. She moaned while she chewed before swallowing, then grabbed the entire platter of eclairs and handed it to him. He got the message instantly and began stuffing one eclair after another into her mouth. Upon stuffing one, he immediately began to cram as many eclairs in her mouth as possible. He proceeded to do just that until her cheeks were round as tennis balls with eclairs. It was here that she finally proceeded to chew and swallow, urging him to repeat the process.

Across from the pair, Twilight was in heaven as Pinkie gleefully shoved donut after donut in her mouth. Flavors utterly exploded in her mouth. Sprinkles coated her tongue along with chocolate frosting, only to be replaced by the flavor of blueberries and whipped cream moments later. She lashed her tongue in all directions inside and outside her mouth, trying to lap up various crumbs and stains of jelly and whipped cream that coated her cheeks. Pinkie, like Spike, only stopped feeding her long enough to either let her catch her breath, or to allow her to chug down a few mouthfuls of milk.

By this point, Applejack had grown so big and round that Spike had to stand on his toes in order to continue feeding her. She smiled down at him with warm, loving eyes as he continued to do this. She was more than happy to eat whatever he presented to her. It helped that everything he offered up to her was delicious. Mind you, this wasn’t surprising given that everything was made within the walls of Sugarcube Corner. Also helping was the scent of the freshly baked goods filling their nostrils, which seemed to drive their hunger. With the speed with which Pinkie was stuffing her, Twilight wasn’t too far behind. All throughout this procedure, both Applejack and Twilight begged to be fed more and more, and Pinkie and Spike were more than happy to fulfill their request, pouring milk down their throats to wash all the food down with afterward for good measure, causing their bellies to swell even more.

At long last, all of the food had been completely eaten, leaving both Applejack and Twilight as two overstuffed, bloated, immobile ponies in the middle of Sugarcube Corner.

Twilight groaned as she rubbed her sore tummy “Can't believe we ate all of that.” She let out a hearty belch.

Beside her lied Applejack, with Spike resting on top of her enormous belly as he lovingly caressed it. “Ah'm so full.” She too let out a belch. “But it was so totally worth it.”

“Oh, yes.” Twilight agreed. She stretched out her hooves in order to rub her belly, only to let out a groan of frustration. She turned her head to look over at Pinkie Pie. She nodded her head towards her stomach. Pinkie seemed to get what she was getting at. She sat down on her haunches beside her bloated friend and began running her hooves over her stomach, and Twilight let out a sigh of content in the process.

Pinkie giggled, resting her head on Twilight’s belly, moaning upon feeling it sink into it. “Seeing as how you guys aren’t going anywhere soon, how about we cook some more treats and eat them all?” she suggested. She gave Twilight’s paunch a loving pat.

Twilight couldn’t help but grin. Along with Spike and Applejack, she yelled, “Yeah!