Power Ponies: Mistress Malleable and the Obesity Agenda

Evening was drawing in Ponyville, Celestia’s sun making its slow descent through the sky in preparation for Luna to take over and bring in the Night. Darkness was beginning to take root, and many ponies were starting to turn in for the night as the shadows grew long as the sun dipped towards the horizon. Inside of Twilight's castle, things were quiet, all of the castles’ guests having left by now. The rooms were almost all quiet, most left bereft of anycreature. A library, one of many in the vast castle, was suddenly bathed in a sudden flash of light. Blinding white rays of light erupted forth, two shapes following quickly afterwards, landing heavily in a pile before a crystalline table. Almost as soon as the light had appeared, it was extinguished just as fast. Laying sprawled out on the cool floor was Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.

Confused, they looked about themselves, picking themselves off the ground. Reaching down, Fluttershy pressed a hand to her middle, finding her middle was as trim as it always was. “What… what just happened there?” she spoke finally, absentmindedly playing with a strand of hair.

“It was like that comic that Spike had! You know the ones with the Power Ponies, and Maretropolis and superpowers and…”

“No Pinkie, I mean… why was it so…”

“Fetishitically lewd and debaucherous beyond belief?” A small eep escaped Flutters lips, her cheeks flushed a rosy red. “Not a clue, unless it was written that way…” Pinkie wandered over to the table beside them, a magazine laying upon its surface. Flipping it back over to the front, she could see the title “Power Ponies: Mistress Malleable and the Obesity Agenda.” Emblazoned on the front cover, two massive almost-naked ponies were sitting apart from one another, strapped into ill-fitting chairs. Standing between them, an amorphous blob in the shape of a pony, a devious smile playing upon her lips as she watched the captive ponies fatten up. Casually, Pinkie flicked through the book, the events on the page matching up very closely to the strange, but oddly pleasurable experience she’d just gone through.

“Yeppers, seems like it to me… wow, whoever this artist was really had an eye for detail.” She mused, oblivious to the bright shade of red Fluttershy had turned, flipping it over onto its back. “Want to experience this tale yourself? Simply press firmly upon the rear and speak ‘Begin Again’”.

“But how did we get pulled in? I don’t remember touching it, or saying anything like that… the last thing I remember was that I was just walking by the door, and I suddenly got dragged into the light.”

“Oh, because I was in here, I saw this laying on the table like this and thought, why the hay not? I’m pretty sure this thing pulls things from pretty far away too… I don’t know, strange magic doohickeys or something like that.”

Fluttershy blinked, surprised at Pinkie's admission, sighing as realised who she was trying to rationalise things with. “Whatever happened, it makes you wonder why Twilight’s got something like this laying around?”.

“Now Fluttershy, we shouldn’t judge ponies for their tastes, even if they do involve turning mares into barely recognisable whales of fat in a kinda submissive, domineering sorta way, you know.” She paused, a low grumbling emanating from her middle, followed quickly by a burbling groan from Fluttershy’s tummy. “Whoops, hehe, guess it's been quite a while since we’ve had something, I’m starving.”

“Me too, I’m feeling so empty.” She rubbed her middle, trying to calm the sudden dull twinge of hunger. “It’s pretty late out now, do you mind if I go to Sugarcube Corner with you?”.

“Ooh, Absoloutsy-tootsy! I’m sure Mrs Cake can fix us something good. How come you want to go there?”

Fluttershy shrugged, making her way towards the door. “I’m not sure, but I’m strangely craving some chocolate right about now…”