My Not-So-Little Pony Write-Off

“‘An now it’s dessert time! Ah hope ya saved some room,” Applejack said as she ducked back into the kitchen of Fluttershy’s cottage, leaving the swollen pegasus to cup her distended middle with a foreleg and chin against the table.

Fluttershy let out a small burp, just barely parting her lips to let it out. She glanced at the already empty plates, a tower of glass dishes that served as a reminder of just how much she had already packed away in such a small time. If she didn’t know better, she’d think that she had been eating all day - but in reality, those plates of food had been devoured in just dinnertime.

Fluttershy’s soft flanks spread out across the floor as she sat in front of the table, and the once fashion model had all but lost that figure once she started dating Applejack. The farmpony simply didn’t understand how working on a farm burned more calories than tending to animals in a cottage all day, and the massive meals had taken their toll on her body.

Of course, at the same time, Applejack never ate this much despite her protests that she did, so Fluttershy had her doubts.

Fluttershy had little time to think, however, before a tray of admittedly divine treats made their way out of her cottage kitchen, balanced delicately on Applejack’s back. In fact, Fluttershy couldn’t think of a time she’d seen Applejack do something with such finesse and grace, and she’d been surprised to see how caring Applejack could be when it came to food... or maybe it was just feeding her - she wasn’t sure.

“Applejack, I’m... um... pretty full, actually,” Fluttershy protested, but it didn’t stop Applejack from carefully slipping the tray off of her back and onto the table. Her eyes brushed over all the food that had just been placed in front of her, and she knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to be able to resist.

The harder question, though, was where to start. A true masterpiece of different desserts were laid out in front of her, and each one tempted her despite the protests from her packed stomach brushing against her thighs as she sat. Apple fritters, each one carefully deep fried and loaded with cinnamon and glaze, a brown, fresh baked and delightfully buttery and flaky apple pie right alongside, followed up with a generous helping of a bowl of candy apples, each one a dazzlingly bright red and slick to the eyes, sticky with delicious sugar that she could just about see running off each apple.

Her mouth watered, despite already being full of apple foods, and she lost all resistance right there. Compounding her weakened defenses was the nuzzling to her neck, suddenly finding Applejack quite contently pressed up against her marefriend’s side, their flanks firmly held together by how close she was seated. “C’mon, sugarcube,” Applejack said, and Fluttershy gave a little blush. She adored the little nickname - as of late, she’d noticed that Applejack reserved that name for her and her alone. “Jus’ a little dessert. Ah know ya’ll like it.”

Fluttershy tried to muster up a verbal defense, but found herself unable to put words together to argue. There wasn’t any way she could deny that, and she closed her mouth that was hanging open to protest, no words forming on her lips.

She leaned in, first, for the fritters - they were served up nearly nightly once Applejack had gotten her to admit that, above all, they were her favorite. Her chest bumped against the table, and Applejack reacted immediately by dragging the plate closer for easier access, and Fluttershy bit into the first one.

Despite how often she’d had them in the past month, they never lost their allure. The first bite was a wonderful flavor, one that was unmatched by any other food she’d ever had. She knew she shouldn’t - they were, after all, deep fried and oh-so bad for her - but as that sweet glaze rolled over her tounge, followed by the delicious, gooey apple center, she knew that whole plate was going to disappear.

Fluttershy, dainty as ever, ate the first and tackled a second in no time at all, those deviously sweet treats no match for the pegasus’ newfound hunger. Each one passed her lips and settled into her already full belly, causing that distended reminder to how much she’d already eaten to sag a little closer to the ground with each bite.

But she didn’t mind. Applejack, in all her wonderful farm-pony glory, egged her on with increased eagerness with each bite. The nuzzles were firm into her neck, some trailing a little higher to brush against her jaw as she chewed the desserts one by one, and from the loving distractions she totally missed the entire plate going by. Fluttershy reached out for another of the fritter’s she’d grown (in more than one way) to love, only to find the plate empty.

Her stomach let out a gurgle, signaling that she was really full, and as she opened her mouth to say something, she felt those surprisingly delicate teeth brushing against the flightbone of her wing.

All of the worries in the world melted away from the pegasus when those teeth brushed over her wing, and against her will those feathered appendages stretched off to the sides. It was a slight change in position, but it was enough for Applejack to exploit, snuffling her snout right into that plumage and ruffling the feathers up with her snout.

Fluttershy let out a delighted giggle as the sensation rolled through her entire body, one of her most sensitive body parts being toyed with a little roughly being a truly fantastic feeling. The offended wing fluttered a little, batting against Applejack’s nose which prompted the attacker to open her mouth and nibble, lightly, on the group of feathers closest to her mouth.

It was a reward system that Fluttershy had found familliar after countless nights spent in her marefriend’s farm home, and Applejack had learned exactly when to deploy it. “Ah think ya’ll could finish at least the apples, don’t you?” and Fluttershy had to admit that yes, she could, if it meant those gentle, lovely teeth didn’t stop their work.

Brushing her mane aside with a quick toss of her head to not cover a strand of it in red glaze, Fluttershy leaned in. She didn’t even notice Applejack having scooted that bowl closer to her, but it wasn’t important when it happened. Her teeth sunk into that delicious, juicy and cool apple, her mouth being filled with a similar but entirely unique sweetness. One that was more sugar than apple, though the juice dribbling down her chin and onto a well-placed napkin reminded her that this wasn’t the same treat. And it was good. The apple, with a slight nudge of her nose, rolled over and allowed her to chomp down on the rest of it, the fruit disappearing to be packed away with the rest of her dinner feast.

Applejack slipped a hoof around that wing she’d targeted for attentions and pulled herself closer. A slight bit of tension and that wing opened up entirely, spread fully off to the sides, though with Fluttershy’s new size it seemed to be a bit small on the pegasus. Even still, it offered up just as many feathers as they always did, and Applejack leaned herself back to stroke along each and every member of that beautiful plumage.

Fluttershy reeled with delight - she’d been embarrassed the first time Applejack had found that weakness, ashamed by how easy she was to manipulate to get her wings played with by her lover, but after many sessions that feeling evaporated along with all her other worries. There was no shame, no guilt anymore, and Applejack’s unconditional love, kind words and delicious foods made sure those feelings never came back.

Her stomach was taut to the touch, a round, yellow belly a testament to how full she was, but those apples didn’t stand a chance. A long, hard shudder ran down her spine as she felt teeth nibble and tug at the displaced feathers as a result of her snuffles, slowly placing them back to where they belonged as another tug at the joint caused each feather to spread out even farther, fully extended as if she were gliding through a summer breeze.

It would take some time for each feather to be brought back in line, Applejack doing her best despite lacking the natural instincts that a pegasus had when it came to wings, but those apples kept her occupied. Each one was a delicious, sweet adventure, every new apple rewarding Fluttershy with a gush of cool apple juices rushing down her throat and calming that churning stomach of hers.

That bowl of apples found themselves completely empty once again, and Fluttershy dipped her nose into the bowl to lap up the remaining sugar that dripped off of the delicious treats, and just after she dipped her snout to the table, resting her chin with a delighted sigh.

Just as quickly, Applejack backed off. She unhooked her hoof and set it instead around Fluttershy’s back, giving her a light squeeze that intentionally dodged her belly - after all, they could both tell just how full she was. A light gurgle reminded them both, anyway, as that overfed stomach tried it’s best to start in on digesting that huge meal.

A light peck at her cheek caused a slight blush to rush across her snout. The nuzzle returned, this time right against the side of her snout, and a light puff of warm breath washed over her snout. “So, that pie...”

Fluttershy let out a tiny, delicate burp, and Applejack couldn’t help but let out a hearty guffaw. “Didn’ think so. Tomorrow night, maybe.”