A Taur of the Carnival
Written by Septia.
A hail of confetti patched the summer sky for but a moment, as it all fluttered over the grand entrance that had been erected on the field, boldly proclaiming: Welcome to the Tauring carnival.
Pony folk gathered to gawk and marvel at the amusements that were erected in the field outside Ponyville in a mere evening; there were stands selling exotic treats, horseshoe toss, dunk barrels, spinning wheels, and even a few rides. And among all the attractions minotaurs in festive clothing were stationed, garnering the crowd's attention and inviting them to amuse themselves, test their skills, or test their luck.
A puce hued minotaur kept her eyes on the crowd, adjusting a boater hat as she surveyed the ponies for appropriate marks.
“Ah, you there, madam,” she said extending a her striped walking stick towards a passing earth pony. The blue mare halted so fast that her mane flopped over her eyes.
“Me?” she asked, parting the white and purple striped hair out of her face, a grey stallion stopping with her.
“Yes you. A healthy, sturdy mare like you's certainly not one to be embarrassed by her weight, now is she?”
The ivory stallion shuffled up next to the mare, giving her a glance.
Shit certainly looked like she had a couple apple pies hanging around her flank.
“Oh eh, well, I suppose.”
“What can I call ya?”
“My name? Oh, I am Riddlesmith.”
“Welly wellity well,” the minotaur said with a spin of their cane, “then aren't you just the riddle I'm apt to solve.” The minotaur stepped out of the way to reveal a scale. “Five bits, and I'll take a crack at that riddle. If I can't guess your weight, I'll award you, your weight in fudge.”
Riddle's eyes shone up. Rubbing her cheek. “Oo… That is a tempting offer.”
“Certainly,” the Pegasus stallion said, “a ‘lil suspicious even.”
“You are right to be,” the minotaur said, and snickered, “I am quit confident in my abilities, though I only ask those who I would consider a challenge. Say, just for you, admission' just went down to three bits.”
Riddle looked to the stallion, “What do you think, Ivory?”
Ivory peeked between the two, and nodded. “Go for it~”
Riddle whipped up three bits from her saddlebag in the blink of an eye and dropped the parcel on the ground.
“Excellent, then we can begin,” the minotaur said and stepped up to Riddle. She hummed and pondered, circling the mare, with their tail swaying in her wake. Taking into account the earth pony's stature, measurements, and the fact she was attempting to hold in her stomach. She nodded and stepped back to the scale. Adjusting the counterbalance slowly. In the corner of her eye she noted Riddle's expression as the counterbalance shuffled further and further along the numbered rod… Right when she could see beads of sweat forming on the mare’s forehead, she locked her guess in. “There we have it. Now, if your generous figure stays within the margin,” The minotaur said and gestured to the end of the measuring stick on the classical scale, “My eye's, we can officially change your named to Solvedsmith.” The look of astonishment in Riddle's eyes… quickly faded.
“For certain. Allow me just one moment as well,” she said. It all happened in a few moments; Riddle's maw parted to an embrace of damp pink flesh, in which Ivory's muzzle was soon obscured as they threaded their head into their companion's maw. -Frrchhrlrlghth- A squealing smatter of drool soaking into the pegasi's coat and mane rustled out from Riddle's gorging lips. -Shhrrlp- The blue lips swept down the back of Ivory's head to rest at his nape, with her cheeks distending outwards in Ivory's presence.
“Mmfnngg,” Riddle mumbled out around the drool slicked neck… She cocked her head up in a swallow, -Gllloompgh- -Schhrlrpth- the weight in her cheeks siphoned down towards her throat.
Ivory steadied themselves against the ground, fanning out their wings and beating them down to launch themselves into Riddle's gape.
-Glglmohohphs- The forced gulp rustled through the mare's body, her cheeks slimmed as the bulk of the stallion's head was deposited straight into a dome in her gullet -Bbddwhggn-. The Bulge jostled and the mare's muscles carried them downwards. The flapping wings coming up to be holstered by Riddle's lips as she helped hoist the stallion. Her lips warped crooked into a wide rectangle as she -Ooogmgpshal- swallowed past his shoulders and worked in his barrel.
-Fllgmpgh- -Oodmpgh- Titling her head back whilst her maw crept past the stallion's thread and needle cutie mark, a long ovoid bulge trailing down from her neck, all the way until it sunk past her chest, the stallion’s outlines so vague it looked rather like the mare was choking down a bushel of pumpkins. -Chrghhrpggh- The swallows even from a distance carried a churn of polished meat crammed through a straw. The earth pony's stomach dipped down with a stirring jostle -Bbfhggn-. In the next swallow it extended half a hoof, and in the next -Gnglglgmpsgahgh- sunk to a hair above the ground, a roiling burble -Gbbggllllrg- rippling across her stomach as the mare wrapped her tongue around Ivory's hooves, -Chhrltpah- and drew them in with a shudder. Riddle's gullet swelled downwards in a bloated shape of a hammock from below, -Csllpgtaht- the arching dome descending with a grudge of undulating throat muscles -Chhgtl- -Prllgpthg- rippling and contorting to allocate enough space for the Pegasus's girth.
“Mmmfm mfmwgah,” -Gllrmrorpgh- The lump of his hooves flattened down her gullet, her midsection contorting with its magnified girth spooling out between her hooves, lumps of Ivory's hooves peaking up only to sail and -Cshht- sink back under the surface of her gut.
“Mfm wmpgah… Phaaa…” -Bhuuraaaaaooorlp- -Ahhoourrlp- Riddle belched with a stray gray feather flushing out with the steamy breath. She rubbed most of the drool off of her lips, “Excuse me, I am more than ready now~.” she mused.
The minotaur's jaw teetered on hinged open, eyelid twitched. She watched the mare schooch up onto the scale, -Sghhrgh- -Chrpgthh- her gut swaying daintily to and fro as she settled. -Twwnngnh- The measuring beam spiked past the ceiling of the carnival attendant's guess, slamming the primeval frame of the old fashioned scale with a cold twang.
“Oops,” -Gghhbrbggkg- came a response, partially muffled by a sloshing grumble of Riddle's stomach, “sounds like we went passed the mark.”
“So much for solving this Riddle,” Riddlesmith said with a cheeky, winnable stop, her lips curling into a smile, “’suppose that is what you get for trying to guess a lady's weight, and speaking of what a lady gets…” Riddle insinuated with a gesture.
The minotaur sighed.
~ 1 ~
-Bgbrhgrrlrlgshh- Riddle's gut huddled into a bubbling constriction as she stepped down. Both huge blocks of packed up fudge sprouting out of her saddlebags like a gargantuan bouquet. “Thanks so much, we'll be sure to come again,” Riddle called back to the minotaur.
“Enjoy the Tauring carnival,” she responded, hiding her despondence.
“We will~.”
-Ghbrbglglpgwhh- Riddle's stomach rippled with waves of a bundled up coat trailing along her gut, clutched into Ivory's outlines.
“Hey, Riddle, think it is about time you, hawk me back up? Easier to carry all your winnings on two backs.”
“Mmm…” Riddlesmith mused, smacking her lips. “I am not so sure, these are just my winnings, but…” she said with a snicker, “If you just give me a bit, I'm sure I could make you your weight in fudge~.”
-Ghbglgph- -Ggghhglgp- The gut sloshed into a bounding juggle from Ivory's kicks, making Riddle stumble and teeter back and forth under the arching weight of her confectionery haul. “Riddle…”
“Ooh, hush.” Riddle said and -gnbgsb- jabbed her hoof into the front of the gut, the stomach cratering with a squeal of pudding under her hoof as she stirred into the rising domes of her companion. “We’ll get things sorted out.”
“Phha… ohufa…” Riddle panted, shuffling along the carnival grounds. With a hefty gut in tow and more than double her body weight sloughing over her shoulders had the carnival grounds feeling endless. Her strength was already sapped, and moisture was drawn out from her coat from basking under the open contempt of the summer sun. “Phaa phaa… maybe you, were right… this is, I don't remember legs mpg ha… carnival being this long…” she mumbled.
“How close are we to the entrance?” came from her gut.
Riddle turned around. The weight guessing minotaur stared at her from two stands back. “You need any help?” they asked, also unable to hide a grin.
“Ghuuaarg,” Riddle groaned and slumped against the nearest stand. A minotaur peaking up behind the counter. “Looking for refreshments, miss?”
“Yees,” Riddle groaned, “Cider, or soda, or something.”
“That'll be four bits.”
“Mfmg mgrhgm gms…” Riddle grumble as she fished out the coins, and nursed out the contents of the bottle. -Csllpgglpt-
“Hey, warn me next time,” Ivory grumbled out after some splashing shook up the mare's gut.
“Sorry, phaa… just needed something.”
“How about a treat for the road?” the minotaur offered in such a homely, carefree tone it twisted Riddle's gut. Eyes glossing over the ‘lil confectionery stand's menu. “I'm… I' am alright as well, make me a thing of cotton candy.”
“Coming right up, miss. Just gotta get the machine going,” the minotaur informed and ducked behind the stand.
“Phaa, I have to get these things off of me,” the mare mumbled as she slid her saddlebags back and lowered herself. -Bbewngnwgngpsgak- Her barrel pancaked under her, stomach billowing out. Riddlesmith's Ivory-filled bely taking up the role of an obtrusive yog-ball.
-Bwnngng- “Mfmooowuh, that's g-getting real cramped,” Ivory grunted out from her gut.
“Mmfns, oh come now, couldn't you just, scooch a bit to the side?”
“Hmm, it appears even in your, tummy, there isn't enough room for that.”
“Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Just try and be a bit amicable in this,” she grunted and shifted to and fro, teetering form one side to the other to haul off the hefty saddlebags, backing up against the stand… Riddle's tail flicked over the counter, and down into the drum of the cotton of spun sugar, -Drrnnggh- just as the magical mechanisms kicked into gear. -Drrrgngngnsn-
The mechanism spun, twining the purple striped tail into a hold of gummy molten sugars as it spun.
“Mmfmg?” Riddle grunted as she felt a tug on her rear. -Thtngn- After another tug she looked back to see more of the swirls of her tail wrap over the counter until her whole rear was hoisted up by the force. -Kk-chnngk- Her plot slotted into the drum. The mechanism struggled for a moment before kicking into high gear.
“H-haey heay wait.”
“Huwhg, what's going on out there, Riddle?”
“S-stuck. Hey turn this things owoaogah,” Riddle wheezed out as she drew herself out of the anchoring grasp of the fudge-stuffed saddlebags. -Sclclpthchtg- Riddle's gut lodged stuck at the maw of the sugar drum, revolving her around and around and around as she sunk into the onslaught of fluffy confectionery. “Imfaaofahga phage,” she moaned and wheezed.
“Ooguapgh I'm going to be- Be sick,” she grunted out -Gmmogphg- holding over her muzzle as her cheeks ballooned. -Bghuruaaaahwhpgau- unleashing a hefty belch as she sunk downwards, the steamy torrent bringing up Ivory's muzzle framed in her gapping maw.
“Why are we spinniniifoooh my staaaraarhaarhrahrs,” Ivory squealed as he sunk with Riddle into the drum -Cpgpthth-. Past the brim their voices were muzzled to a garbled splutter of floof and syrup, as the drum spun and weaved its purple fluff.
Riddle felt the heat swarming around her, strands of sticky sugar wrapping her in a tessellation of syrup, drawing her out into the framework of sugar fractals trailing and revolving around the cotton candy drum.
The atmosphere was growing a soothing tepid, all the layers of wired sugar build up around and from her, until the clutches of the fluffy confection mellowed her muscles, her mind, and her spirit. The groans were growing less distressed, and all the more drawn out into shuddering coos as she revolved in the drum. Stretching wider than she had ever been, and soon overflowing the candy drum with a mountain of striped, jiggling, spun fluff.
“Alright, had a bit of trouble getting it going. Sorry miss, think there was some snag in-.” Then the minotaur took a look into the drum. Hearing the wheezes and groans from the distinctly blue, purple, and cream pattered bed of cotton wads.
“Ooh, that'd explain it,” he said with a nod. “Well, ain't have this,” they continued, and dropped three bits into the tufts of cotton candy, “Can't have you go uncompensated for helping out with this batch.”
The ground rumbled in a distant quake. A customer was approaching… The jitter of the unicorn's haunches called attention with every step, sounding like a dinner bell of blubber, though considering the portly frame of its bearer, it was all the more likely to call the food to it rather than vice versa. Her auburn leaf frame rattled like anything but. And the ice cream scoop cutie mark that crowned the peak of the mare's equator provided somewhat of a hint towards explaining her peculiar physique.
“Ooh, could I have one extra large cotton candy, please?” The plump mare wondered.
“Sure thing, that'll be three bits,” the minotaur said and scooped up the swirling pattern of fluff, handing it off to the hungry mare.
“Ooh, I haven't seen this pattern before,” she said and shuffled away.
“Fmpgh…” Riddle mumbled. “Ooh, I don't feel so good.”
“Well you can't really barf now, at least,” Ivory responded, bunched up as candy right next to her. “I don't even know where I begin or end…
Well you could have begun with letting me out when you had the chance.”
“Awwa, I don't want us to gfight-.” Riddle mumbled.
-Gnnnssng- A chomp sunk through the two's cottony texture, a maw print and garden of drool left in the bunched up fluff.
“Ofofha, oh and now I'm getting eaten again…” Ivory groaned.
“Mfma, kinda feels nice though…” Riddle shuddered.
“Phaa, such a dummy… I'll be the one to gobble you next time then, least I can keep my greed in check.” Ivory sneered, a light bickering between the two as the unicorn shuffled along, munching on her treat.
~ 2 ~
“Step up, one and all, we just had a winning contestant, so we'll need a new volunteer,” the minotaur in showmanship getup announced to a gathering crowd. “Anyone? Who here wants the big chance to win; if you aren't knocked down within ten contestants, you'll walk out with fifty bits weighing down your saddlebags. Anyone?”
The unicorn peeked up at the commotion, idly biting into the wad again. -Cnntch- Her teeth spiked with a cold surge as they met the dense texture of a coin-bit.
“Yyeeaouch,” she squealed and flailed her hoof.
“Ahhah, everypony, we got our volunteer. Step on up.”
The crowd parted around the pudgy unicorn, looking like she'd already sampled the better part of the entire carnival. Stomping their hooves and cheering.
“Hmea, mea? Oh-ohay,” she mumbled and shuffled along up through the crowd. There surely was a mulberry scent in the air, along with the reeking salt of swindling. There certainly was something going on with this particular attraction. Or… the air, was actually, really salty, a breeze of brine wafting around her. Was she that nervous? Well, she'd hardly notice her own musk, so definitively.
The gathering ponies realised they had to spread even further when the mare's bulk rubbed up against their chests as her doughy frame shimmied up towards the stage.
“My good mare, what is your name?”
“Oh, hello, everypony. I am G-gusto. Gusto…”
“Gusto, what a grand time to have you here tod-.”
“And today I am going to be… Ehm. What, did I volunteer for, now again?”
“Oh trust me it is as simple as pie. Just get up here and plant your mighty flank down on this chair,” the minotaur instructed.
Gusto shuffled up the stairs and sat on the shelf above a double wide barrel. “So, what do I do next?”
“And next, everypony who wishes to test their luck, come one, come all and hit the target, strike the ark, and you'll make as big a splash as our volunteer. Well, almost as big,” the minotaur joked and gave the mare a cheeky prod.
“Ooo-… oh, it is one of these,” Gusto mumbled as she peered down. The barrel was full to the brim with a deep mauve. Grape juice, or mullberry cider perhaps. It was a bit hard to make out as folds of her tummy wobbled in the way as she leaned.
The first pony stepped up. First throw, a miss, second, a miss.
“Come on, give it all ya got,” the minotaur goaded.
Gusto blinked, squinting down to the barrel. The surface rippled… She took an inquisitive nibble on her cotton candy.
The next pony tried their luck. Then the third, the fourth. But the target was a challenge, more and more came to pay the admission as Gusto kept shuffling and peeking down at the surface of the barrel below.
“Oh, better luck next time. Come now, I can smell success in the air, who wants to try their luck?” The showman called out after the seventh attempt. After seven admissions they had made their money back and then some. So, first now did the minotaur tap a tile on the little stage, this unleashed the wedge behind the target board button, allowing a direct hit to actually depress it and trigger the mechanism. “Come on, come on, I can taste fortune in the air.”
A gryphon stepped up, slammed down the admission fee, and took aim. “Alright, you tubby, time to take a bath.”
“Whaua?” Gusto said peeking up from her cotton candy stuffed muzzle.
The ball soared through the air, with a crack of a whip breaking through their resistance, and clanked square onto the button.
-Bdnnnnngn- A bell rung out. The latch under the seat gave in, Gusto felt gravity take her. With the obstructions clear, she saw motion in the barrel. Rising to the surface, parting the cider, it came. Bright alabaster fangs in some scaly maw, an unhinged gape of a deep sea pony. Though at this point. It was too late…
-Shhtdddwwplllsshth-. -Ptfllsshts- A Squeal of a jelly cork fitting through a bottleneck pealed out before a somewhat dampened splash. Gusto felt a warm moisture slap and spread over her cheeks…
Gasps rung out through the spectators.
Gusto cautiously opened her eyes. Then looked down. -Cfflpshtch- A light squidgy of her cheeks, her haunches plastered and dipping over the edge of the barrel.
“Mmfgm gmwgpaghh,” A mumbling groan wiggled in the depths of her hind. For the deep sea mare, the bulwark of blubber had slammed into their face. At first the sheer delight of fresh pony lard soaking into their saliva brought them a deep satisfaction. -Cttlpgh- Their lips smacked together, for a moment kissing the portly pucker, -Klslpsth- before this too proved too slippery of a slope -Clslpghtht-. -Schhrlrpth- When they tried to part their maw, the cheeks collapsed them down in a solid clamp. -Cllptth- Gusto's pucker splayed and throbbed over the sea pony's head and down to smack into their shoulders. The depth of plush meat enveloped the nautical equine, who squirmed frantically with both their hooves heaving into the mare's broad buttocks to keep herself stable.
-Cwllpsth- Gusto felt herself sinking another few cents. -Cththwpglghsh- Then as her pucker spread into a gape it slotted over the attempted predator's form. The pliant walls of her plot chute weighing in to pone, their hooves to their body, as Gusto's weight hefted her down the barrel.
“Mfmng aoogsh amooo oo-oh my-myy…” Gusto groaned as her pucker wedged around the intruder -Cllwpththht-. Her hind legs hoisted up at the barrel’s sides. This compression allowed her rear to slide further into the tube of reinforced wood -Vrrrrllghht- and the cider moistened squeal and her brim as it girdled the sub-sea intruder.
The canyon of the mare cheeks flexed and bolstered as it was compressed in the barrel. The added force wedging the buns together and sandwiching the sea pony on a one way trip straight to the donut of a pucker nestled in the depths of Gusto's flank.
As the rear sunk ever deeper one could hear a flittering and splash whipping of the fluids, mashing the droning clenches of the pucker clapping and constricting around the silhouette of the sea food being robbed of all the more space to escape to, aside form the oncoming mountain of mare blubber. -Cllpgfrs- -Frrfllpssthch- Streaks of cider whistling out through straining slits in the barrel.
Within, the sea pony struggled, cleaving their elbows into the incarnadine catacombs, hoisting herself in place, putting all their strength to keep themselves from slipping... -Chrllrsspllk- She put up resistance against the humid, brawny musculature that -Chhrrllphgg- rippled like jellied leather and warped around her physique like a candy wrapper. But, her feat of strength was measured against the constant bulwark of gravity. All they could do was slow their ascent into the convulsing canal. -Shhrlrlth- The walls milled against her as she slipped, slipped, slipped... the weight ramping up to rival her force. Then – inevitably – overtook it. The walls caved in to swallow the sea mare's pride, their desires, and crucially, their lower abdomen.
-Bbwnng- Gusto distended with the bulk of the sea pony, grinding up against the walls of the barrel as she was swallowed into its clutches. -Thgugnsk- -Crhtugnngs- The throbbing squeal of Gusto's hind drooped deeper and deeper into the barrel, until the unicorn was a bouquet of limbs wriggling out form atop the congested keg.
Silence… -Crrk- Tension through the planks… -Crrhnnnk- mounting… Then the girth became too much for the barrel to contain.
-Ptnnhhg- The metal hoops swung undone, the seal of the keg opening under the internal pressure. Gusto's hind welling out from the blooming wood plank petals of the blossoming barrel, sloughing out as rising dough as a wave of cider flooded out. -Shhrrllpgtughhgh- A crinkling clutching of blubber grinding down a hunk of butter rippled out from her rear end as it devoured the length of the would-be predator. -Dbbdtwwnwnpg- Gusto's rump smacked into the ruins of the barrel on the ground, a shudder quaking through the ground as she came to a rest. Though a surge of jostles flushed up along her blubber.
The initial concerned shrieks from the crowd hushed to a mumble. -Crltplpth- -Cltph- A finned tail flapped and swirled in the crack of Gusto's plump hams.
-Glrbbgghhg- A grumble rippled through her abdomen, and a contoured bloat of a face lump pried and brushed up from inside her gut. From the first row, one could see the vague outline of a face on the bulge.
The mumbles faded into the background. The minotaur's gaze shifted from the demolished barrel, and the astonished crowd.
“Ehrhgm heerhm,” the gryphon clearly hawked, “so, does that mean I win, or…?”
~ 3 ~
“Phew, that was more of an adventure than I had imagined,” Ivory mumbled a touch under his breath.
“I know, it was all the more exciting than I could have hoped for, they said they would be open for a few days in the weekend, I think we have tomorrow scheduled,” Riddle mused as she rubbed up against Ivory's side.
“Ammaghm,” Gusto bit down, teeth sinking through a wedge of sticky, glistening carnival fudge, clamming her cheeks while she turned to the ponies walking beside her. “Shorry habout that chottun candy shtuff,” she mumbled.
“Oh, don't be,” Riddle ensured, “Why don't you come sleep over?”
“Riddle…” Ivory grumbled, but then sighed. “Sure, we do have a bed big enough.”
“Really?” Gusto beamed, I'd be delighted t-thog mmf,” she grumbled.
“Hmm? Is something the matter?” Ivory asked.
-Sllgpthh- Gusto's cheeks clamped together over the slippery tail, the waned end flapping -Chrllpth -Srtlspth- rippling into her buns. -Cssspllstch- the cheeks bulldozing closed over them with a squeal of polished jelly -Schhfffllrrptht- -Ghhrblllrglsh- as the fin sunk past the pucker.
“Ooh, it was nothing, so, does this stay includes dinner?” Gusto inquired, as the orange twilight of summer descended upon the fields of the Tauring Carnival.
