Ravenous

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“Miss Dash, I can’t think of a delicate way to put this, so I’ll just say it. You’re fat, and getting fatter at an alarming rate. You’ve more than doubled your weight in one month, gaining nearly a hundred and fifty pounds in thirty days, and it’s not normal.”

Rainbow stared at the doctor with a blank expression for a couple of moments. “So... what are trying to say?” Rainbow asked.

“I’m saying you should probably lose some weight. Not eating everything in sight might help.”

And then Rainbow Dash started to cry. “I can’t! I want to, but I just can’t! I’m hungry all the time, and Soarin just keeps feeding me these insanely tasty foods, and he loves my new curves, and treats me like a goddess, and I feel like if I lose the weight he wouldn’t like me anymore!”

“Ugh, I’m a physician, not a therapist. Lose the weight or don’t, doesn’t matter to me. The extra weight isn’t adversely affecting anything yet. It’s just that statistically, overweight ponies tend to have higher risks for certain health problems than those who aren’t overweight.

Rainbow sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks, which were noticeably rounder than they were a month ago. “Could I still be a wonderbolt?”

“I’ve never heard of a fat wonderbolt, but sure, why not.”

“Really?”

“No, not really. You’d never pass the fitness test at your current weight.”

“One thing at a time I guess. When do you think I’ll be able to fly again? I can move my wings a little bit, but I can’t flap them yet.” She said, demonstrating her ability to move her wings.

“Lets take a look, shall we?” The doctor said, grabbing a probing rod with his magic, he started to examine Dash’s wing. “Hmm...yes, great reflexes.” After a few moments of poking and prodding he finally said, “I believe I have good news. You’ve already regained full motor control.”

“That can’t be, I can barely move them.”

“That’s to be expected. You’ve had muscle atrophy.

“What is that?”

“When muscles aren’t used they gradually lose mass and weaken. Your nerves may of regenerated fully, but you’re muscles have deteriorated from inactivity, that’s why you’re still having trouble moving them.”

“How do you un-deteriorate them?”

“By physical therapy.”

“How long will that take?”

“Depending on how hard you work it, a few months perhaps. Although your weight will make it more difficult for you to take flight.”

“But if I lost the weight, would I be able to fly like before?”

“I’d imagine so, yes.”

Dash attacked the doctor into a hug. Her soft belly pressed up against him as she kissed his cheek. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“I didn’t do anything, but you’re most welcome.” He said, disentangling himself from the fat pegasus’s limbs.

--

Inside the Royal Palace, outside Princess Sparkle’s chambers, her ever so dependable personal guards, Lieutenant Itsy and Sergeant Mumbles stood vigilant watch, not noticing the black hooded griffin hiding behind a planter, strapped with several razor sharp knives.

Mumbles started making slurping sounds. Curious, Itsy looked over to see him slurping through a straw from some kind of large foam cup. “What’s that?” She asked.

“Slurpee.” He mumbled in his usual deep tone, then resumed slurping.

“Where did you get it?”

“Slurpee machine.” More slurping.

“We have a slurpee machine?”

“Ya.”

“Show me?”

And then the two guards left their post, leaving the princess’s chamber completely unguarded.

The assassin slipped from the shadows, and slinked over to the door. As quiet as a roach, he opened the door and entered Twilight’s chambers.

The room was dark, the only sources of light being the moonlight through the windows, and a lamp on a desk where the princess was working with her back to the door, and stacks of books all around her. The assassin spread his wings to help balance himself as he stood up on his hind legs to free a talon for a long sharp dagger. Then, cautiously, he padded over to the princess.

Closer.

And closer.

CRUNCH!

At that, the princess’s horn lit up, and illuminated the entire room as she stood then swung around to the source of the sound.

The assassin looked down to see that he had stumbled into a minefield of potato chips on the floor.

The princess let out an irritated sigh. “Oh, look, another assassin come to kill me. You do realize you’re going after the wrong princess. Celestia is the one who stole your Emperor's money, and keeps filling your streets with heaps of bananas.” She said in an unconcerned tone. “Where are my guards?”

“I dispatched them, and now it’s time for you to join them in the afterlife, like my father who was crushed under so many bananas. ”

“They left their post again, didn’t they?”

“You do not fear me?”

“No.”

“You should. I am the reaper come to grant you death.”

“And yet, I’m still alive.” Twilight said as she engulfed the griffin in purple energy, attempting to lift him into the air. Nothing happened, just as the assassin expected. He was wearing a crystal around his neck that warded off telekinetic energy.

“HA! You won’t be snapping this griffin’s neck so easily!” He shouted, as he lunged at the princess and thrust his dagger towards her heart. Yet it did not pierce flesh as he intended, instead it went through a Twilight specter, it’s insides nothing but empty space. Unable to stop his momentum, he went through the image and slammed into the desk, knocking it over and scattering books and scrolls across the floor. The mirror image dissipated behind him.

“Telekinesis isn’t my only trick.”

The assassin swung around to find the princess on the other side of the room. “You can’t run forever. My blade will find you.”

“Not if your blade finds you first.” She said casting a spell that turned his dagger into a snake. It sunk icey fangs into the griffin’s talon. The assassin shrieked as he pried the creature off his claw and tossed it across the room. It shattered to pieces against the wall. “VILE WITCH!”

“That was a frost viper. It’s venom, that’s now coursing through your veins, has begun freezing your nervous system. I give you three minutes before you’re fully paralyzed.”

“I’ll kill you in one!” He spat, pulling another of his many daggers from his vest, then threw it at the princess. She in turn threw up an energy shield that shattered when the blade struck it, but stopped the momentum of the knife causing it to fall to the ground at Twilight’s hooves.

“I grow weary of this foolishness.” She said, casting a spell that replaced the rest of the griffin’s daggers with frost vipers. They slithered through his clothes and across his skin, biting him again and again, as he collapsed to the ground screaming and thrashing.

Suddenly the door burst open. “We’ll save you princess!” Itsy announced, as the two personal guards closed the distance to the griffin, then proceeded to stomp on and kick him, as they slurped their slurpees.

“My heroes.” Twilight said sarcastically as she nonchalantly walked by them, turned her desk upright, and began picking up scrolls and books.

“Oh my.” Said a familiar, regal voice.

Twilight turned to behold the princess of the night.

“Who’s that?” She asked, pointing at the twitching mess of griffin on the floor.

“Another assassin. Seems he’s here to avenge the death of his father or something. I really don’t care. Enough about that. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Princess Luna?”

“Your friend, the plump rainbow haired one.”

“Rainbow Dash. What about her?”

“Yes, this Rainbow Dash. How confident are you in her eating abilities?”

“That’s an odd question. May I ask why that’s of interest to you?”

“Well, I was wondering if I should bet on her or against her.”

“What bet?”

“She’s entering that eating competition at Ponyville in a few days. Now, usually I wouldn’t bother myself with such common folkery, but the Wonderbolts, Soarin and Spitfire, have put down a significant amount of money on the competition. Soarin for Rainbow Dash, and Spitfire for some unicorn named Lyra.”

“How much are we talking?”

“The pot is up to several million bits.”

Twilight’s eyes went wide. “A-a million bits. I could pay off my debt with that kind of money.” she said, pausing to think about it for a moment. “Yeah, I’d imagine there’s not many who could best her when it comes to food consumption. She has a magically altered stomach. I’ve seen it in action. Plus she hates to lose, and is fiercely competitive.

“So, she’s a safe bet?”

“I’d bet on her.”

--

The front door of Lyra’s and Bonbon’s shared cottage opened, and a pudgy Lyra walked out into the night with a bag of garbage. Overly paranoid, she searchingly scanned the street. There were no ponies wandering about. They were all likely in their homes, spending time with their families after a long day, or getting ready for bed. But ponies were not the reason for her paranoia. Ponies weren’t the ones who had continually harassed her and only her for the past three weeks. No, that would be those pesky humans that tormented her well being and molested her sanity. It was the humans who kept toilet papering her tree, did drive by pie tossings, left burning bags of dog poo on her doorstep, graffitied her fence, and worst of all, always managed to avoid the detection of every other resident of ponyville.

Satisfied the coast was clear, Lyra cautiously made her way to the side of the house, tossed the bag into the can, then turned to walk back to front of the house. That’s when she saw the black Escalade holding position in the street. Three human’s including the one called Lil Jon, hung out the windows with paintball guns in hand, all aimed at her. She dropped to the ground, covering her head with her hooves, as she was bombarded with projectile paint over and over again. After they were done, they pulled out their cell phones and snapped pictures of the mare covered with splatters of sticky paint while they laughed and verbally mocked her.

Lyra rose to her hooves with an anger that would impress the incredible hulk, not that she knew who that was. “That is it! You will rue the day you messed with Lyra Heartstrings!”

“That’s if you could catch us with those chubby legs of yours!” One of the humans yelled back, then snickered.

She charged at the SUV, and it drove off down the road, toward the marketplace. Running after it, her pudgy belly and thighs jiggled about with the movement. After a few exhausting moments of that, Lyra gave up her chase once realizing she couldn’t catch up to the much faster automobile. Yet, it wasn’t over. She knew they would have to come back down her street. There were no other roads out of the marketplace that were wide enough for the huge human vehicle, the buildings were too close together. That was when she’d have her chance, and she knew just the spell to use.

Lyra watched and waited in the middle of the road, as the Escalade crashed through the marketplace's stands and carts while doing donuts, kicking up clouds of dust in it’s rampage. After a few minutes, they seemed to discover there was only one way out, and drove back towards Lyra. Seeing her, they stopped in the road about two hundred feet away. The driver revved the engine in threat. Lyra snorted and stomped her front hooves on the ground once. The engine revved louder and louder, then the back wheels began turning in place, digging up the road. Any sane pony would have been completely terrified at the sight and would've run away, but Lyra stood her ground, eyes narrowed, head lowered, staring at the humans and their accursed vehicle with intense fury and a little crazy in her golden eyes.

Suddenly, the car peeled off down the road at Lyra, picking up speed at an alarming rate, it’s engine roaring, but Lyra didn’t so much as flinch, as she continued to stand in it’s way. In seconds the car was nearly on top of her. She cast her spell, surrounding her body with a supposedly unbreakable crystal shield, but at the last second, the driver chickened out and pulled abruptly to the left, causing the suv to roll over and slide upside down into Bonbon’s and Lyra’s maple tree with a loud crash.

Casting off her crystal shield, Lyra realized that her spell took a lot more out of her then she thought it would. Exhausted, sweating, and out of breath, she approached the smoking wreck.

One of the backseat doors opened, and Lil Jon crawled out of wreckage. He had a bloody nose, and a black eye behind broken sunglasses, but was for the most part intact. “Hah! Bitch! You ain’t never gonna catch me!” He shouted as got to his feet and bolted down the street, almost tripping over himself in the process.

He didn’t get far when an enormous, heavily muscled stallion in golden armor came out of nowhere, and barreled into him, knocking the crunk ‘musician’ to the ground as a significantly smaller mare in similar armor followed behind.

And then the Royal Guards proceeded to stomp on and kick Lil Jon into submission. “We saw the whole thing, you bastard!” The mare guard yelled at him.

“Are you okay?” Said a familiar concerned female voice.

Lyra turned to behold Twilight Sparkle, and she immediately dropped to her knees.

“Princess! I am unworthy.”

“Get up, Lyra. I used to be your neighbor for Celestia’s sake.”

“Do you see them?! Someone other than me can actually see those bucking humans for once!”

“Huh, how about that. You’re not crazy after all. Enough about them, I’m here to ask you something, and considering from the extra padding you’ve developed over the past three weeks, I think I already know the answer, but did you drink Zecora’s healing potion?”

“Bonbon tricked me into drinking it.” Lyra said, noticing Twilight looked a little disappointed with her answer. “Is this about the eating competition this weekend? Spitfire is putting down a lot of money in my name, and Bonbon and I could really use it.”

“Princess?” Said the mare guard, garring Twilight’s attention.

“What is it, Lieutenant Itsy?” Twilight asked, turning to face her.

“These clothed apes, what would you like done with them?”

“See to their wounds at the hospital. Then take them to the sheriff's office. Let him and Mayor Mare decide what to do with them.”

“And the wreck? It’s too heavy for us to move.”

“Leave it there. It’s another matter for the mayor to figure out.”

“As you wish, your grace.”

“Where were we?” Twilight asked, turning back to Lyra.

“The eating competition.”

“Right, any chance you’d throw the competition? If Rainbow wins, we’ll give you twenty thousand of the winnings. ”

“And if Lyra wins, we get over a million bits. So no, she won’t lose on purpose.” Said Bonbon, who had seemingly come out of nowhere.

“Bonbon! Do you see them!? The humans, they’re real!” Lyra exclaimed, excitedly.

“Yes, yes. That’s nice, Lyra. Please be quiet, the big girls are talking now.”

“Twenty thousand bits. That’s guaranteed money, compared to when Lyra loses anyway to Rainbow, like we all know she will, and you get nothing.” Twilight said to Bonbon.

“Oh please, My Lyra will mop the floor with your Rainbow. I know how this works, your twenty thousand is chump change compared to what you’ll all be getting. I know at least a half-a-dozen ridiculously wealthy ponies like Soarin and Spitfire put in a million each. If you’re so confident in your friend, then why are you trying to buy her victory?”

“Buck you, that’s why!”

“That’s not a very princessy thing to say.”

“Whatever, I look forward to your face when Rainbow out eats your girlfriend tomorrow.”

-- CLOP --

The door to Rainbow Dash’s cloud house bedroom burst open, and Soarin chased a fat and horny Rainbow Dash onto the bed. It creaked loudly in response to all the weight pressing down on it, and for a second, Soarin thought the bed might collapse. She rolled on her back, displaying her heavy paunch filled with digesting food and a very thick layer of warm softness to him.

Sultry magenta eyes focused on his own green ones, and for a moment Soarin just stood over her, savoring the sight. Rainbow’s features had grown quite a bit over the past month, Every morning he would wake up beside Dash, and her belly would be bigger and softer, her flanks wider, and her thighs thicker. Even her teats below her bulging gut, seemed to get bigger.

Barely able to contain himself, he started, as he usually did with her big rounded paunch, rubbing the sides in loving circular motions. He watched and felt her fat jiggle, and the movement stirred her pizza, cookie, pie, and milk filled stomach underneath, causing her to let out a very loud unladylike belch. In truth, Dash was likely the least ladylike girl Soarin had ever dated. She belched like that constantly, never bothering to excuse herself, she was an outright slob, ate fast and ungraceful, was incredibly lazy, slept most of the day, and when she slept, her mouth would hang open, and she’d snore loudly. However, where most guys would see these traits as faults, for some odd reason, Soarin liked her all the more for it. Perhaps because she reminded him of himself, and there was nothing Soarin loved more than Soarin.

He leaned his muzzle up against and around her navel, then he nibbled on the edge, causing her to whimper, before thrusting his nimble tongue inside it. He licked with a spiral motion while his hooves explored and kneaded her thick belly, flanks, and teats. Losing himself to passion, his aroused member, slipped free of it’s sheath and expanded to it’s full length, brushing against her drenched marehood. She cooed softly in response.

For a moment, he was at a loss as to which direction he wanted to go. He could go north, towards her wet warm mouth, or south to her equally wet and warm lower lips. Knowing good foreplay was the best way to get a mare to her climax, he decided to go up, slowly, planting the occasional kiss, nibble, and lick as he worked his way up the top of her belly, to her chest, neck, chin, then finally her lips. As he leaned forward, the head of his throbbing stallionhood pressed into the bottom of her plump belly, and he let out a low coo in response to the mentally enticing and physically electric feeling it created.

Where usually, Soarin was the dominant one, Rainbow decided to change things up. Her tongue thrusted into his mouth, and attacked his own with such ferocity, that he wondered if it would plant a tiny flag, claiming it as hers when it was done with him. Cyan hooves explored his athletically toned chest, as the two shared that warm wet kiss for several moments before breaking it off, a line of saliva followed, linking their mouths together.

After another brief kiss, Soarin decided it was time to turn his attention south. Despite the tension between his legs demanding he insert himself inside her, and plow her like a savage beast immediately, he thought it be best to continue the foreplay a little bit longer. The wonderbolt prided himself in knowing he hadn’t had a mare fake an orgasm sense he was a much younger stallion. And how did he know they weren’t faking, Mr. DirtyApe? You may ask. And I would tell you to shut your filthy noise tube, taco human.

Soarin mounted his maw on her moist lips, tasting her passion, which was sweet, likely from all the sugar in the ridiculous amounts of food she constantly ate. Playfully, he bit down on the flesh, then teased the inside of her slit with his tongue. Rainbow bit her lip, stifling a moan, as she dug her front hooves into the bed sheets. Over the past month he had perfected his technique of a rhythmic combination of tongue thrusts, sucks, licks, and nibbles that best got Dash’s motor going. He used that technique now, and got her motor going it did. She manifested her enjoyment in cries, each one louder than the last. Soarin continued to work his magic, until her voice couldn’t get any louder without being unpleasant screaming. Her bliss filled voice was music to his ears, and served to get the gears between his legs to turn even faster. After several minutes of that, he could tell she was finally ready.

Soarin pulled his mouth away, his muzzle drenched with her fluids. He licked up Rainbows sweetness around his lips as best he could while he turned the curvy mare over on her plump belly, which spread out to the sides into rounded mounds. Her stomach wasn’t so full that it was uncomfortable to lie on it. He then helped position her so her forelegs, chest and most of her belly were on the bed, but her hind legs hung over with her hooves touching the floor, leaving her magnificent fat rear open to him. She playfully whipped her tail at him. He patted her ass and watched it move with hypnotic motion.

After playing with her ass for a few more moments, Soarin finally mounted Rainbow Dash like the stallion he was, placing his front hooves into the plump sides of her tummy. With a bit of feeling around and hip movements, his endowment found it’s mark, and his fat head parted her lips, eliciting a whimper from her, and a grunt of satisfaction from him. The familiar sensation was almost unbearable, as his thickness spread into her tight sultry passage, until Soarin couldn’t fit any more of himself in there, causing her to yelp as he bottomed out.

Soarin pulled his length back, till he was almost out, her warm moist walls all the while squeezing in around it. Then he quickly trusted to the bottom again. The movement caused her whole body to jerk forward then back, her ass wobbled about for a second, and her stomach stirred, causing her to release another loud burp.

“Don’t stop!” She begged.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” Soarin said as he granted her wish, falling into a rhythmic series of hip movements, pulling back, and thrusting forward. The wet sounds of sex filled the room. Every thrust would cause her gelatinous curves to bounce about with the movement. It was too much, and he was forced to look at the ceiling to avoid cumming early.

Quick mind! Think of something other than the incredibly hot mare I’m fucking. Thoughts desperately fought for the stage in his mind. First it was the usual jizz stopper, old folks fucking. Then it was hot alicorn sisters making out. Then foals being birthed. Then the sound of Rainbow’s bliss filled moaning, brought forth the thought of how it felt and tasted to kiss her after she ate an entire chocolate cake, while he rubbed her taut stomach. Then that creepy curly red haired filly with the gigantic glasses that he saw earlier that day in ponyville. He imagined her freaky eyes watching him as he fucked. Oh no! I’m losing my boner! He quickly turned his sight on Rainbow, and seeing her belly jiggle stiffened his cock right up again.

“Faster!” Rainbow cried between moans.

And that’s when Soarin became a living jackhammer. Rainbow didn’t last long at that speed. Her back suddenly arched, and she let out a long drawn out ecstasy filled moan. If that wasn’t an indication that she had cummed, he didn’t know what was.

“Release the Kraken!” He cried as he filled her with his warm gooey seed, and kept filling her for several seconds. He pulled his shrinking length out of her, it glistening with love juices. Then he fell onto the bed next to his mate.

Rainbow nestled up against him. The two were breathing heavily, and grinning like fools.
He closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the presence of the mare cuddling with him. After a few moments their breathing became normal again, and they remained like that for several silent but comfortable moments.

“You still awake.?” Rainbow suddenly asked, in an almost lazy tone.

“Oddly, Yes.”

“Would you still like me if I was thin and in shape?”

Soarin had to think about it for a moment. “If you had asked me that before I got to know you then I would've said no, but I’ve found myself growing quite fond of you over this past month. So yes, I’d still like you. It’s just, I prefer you the way you are now.” He said, then giving her a kiss on her forehead. “What’s this about, all of a sudden?”

“I want to return to the Wonderbolt Academy.”

“I see. You know, you can be pudgy and still meet the requirements for the physical fitness test. What was your weight before your accident?”

“Ninety, give or take.”

“That’s almost the minimum for the weight requirement. What is your weight now?

“Two hundred thirty eight.”

“And you’re about four feet tall?

“Yeah, four and an inch.”

Soarin worked out the math in his head. “You need to lose about a hundred to meet the maximum. That means, I’ll still have about fifty pounds of pudge to play with. Plus, the extra weight will actually help you. Some wonderbolts purposely stay at the maximum weight to build up muscle strength, regulate body temperature at high altitudes, and fall faster in dives.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“However, If you’re going to lose weight and still be with me, you have to start giving me blowjobs. I can’t be doing everything all the time.”

“Ugh, do I have to? That thing is huge, I’ll gag.”

“Too bad, I want a blowjob four times a week, or you’re going to have to start paying me, and I’m not cheap.”

She gave him a look.

Soarin gave in. “Oh okay, two blowjobs a week, and you don’t start dieting until after you win the eating competition.

“Fine.”

--

Summoning Demons for Dummies the book inside the locked glass case was titled.

“Huh...” muttered Trixie, intrigued. “Hey, how much for this book?”

“Oh no! Book not for sale. Very dangerous.” The store owner said.

Trixie smiled, and tossed a big bag of gold bits on the counter. The proprietor’s eyes went wide as he inspected the coins.

“Ok, It’s yours, but if you summon a demon, and it wants to enslave the pony race or something, don’t tell anyone you got the book from me.” He said with a sudden change of heart.

Ahh, money. The great persuader. Little did the store owner know, the gold was fake. Sure, the coins looked and felt real, but in a few days they would turn back into valueless rocks, and Trixie would be far away by then. She had an eating competition to win with the help of a little black magic. After that, Trixie would have enough gold to pay the store owner back a thousand times over. It was a brilliant plan. What could possibly go wrong?