Ravenous

by D-APE

Rating: mature
Tags: Bon-Bon, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Human, Lyra, Romance, Rainbow Dash, Comedy
Length: 14336

This is an eating and fat fetish clopfic: Bonbon tries to fatten up her human obsessed lover. Meanwhile Soarin hires a chef to help feed a insatiably hungry and growing love interest, Rainbow Dash. Sequel to Voodoo Pancakes.

This is a clopfic intended for people who have eating and fat fetishes. You've been warned.

Unbeknownst to her human obsessed lover, Bonbon has a fat and belly expansion fetish. So, when the beige mare learns from a curvy Rainbow Dash of a certain whimsical witch doctor's healing potion that causes ravenous hunger, she gets an idea involving the reckless abuse of body altering alchemy, copious amounts of high calorie baked goods, an amorphous vibrating forest sprite, and an unsuspecting Lyra.

Meanwhile, the flightless Rainbow Dash, having already used one of Zecora's healing potion to help regrow damaged motor control nerves is becoming increasingly impatient with the incredibly slow healing progress. So, she drinks an entire barrel of the sweet tasting healing liquid after learning the speed of recovery can be increased by the more she ingests. However, as she was warned, the intensity of the side effects, such as the ravenous hunger, increase along with the size of her stomach, but thankfully, Soarin is the there to help, along with his hired chef.

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Published 2013-03-30 05:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-06 21:34:07 UTC

CH 1: Shut Up and Eat The Cake

To skip to the fetishy stuff, press ctrl+f and type CLOP.

Outside Bonbon’s humble home, glimmers of morning sunlight shined through the green leafy canopy of a tall maple tree under which she happily worked in her garden while humming a catchy tune.

Her neighbors, who all happened to be flower specialists, knew that Bonbon was a horrendous gardener. Every time she planted something, it would either die or run away within a few weeks. Yes, that’s right, they uprooted and ran away screaming she was so bad. Yet, one thing her neighbors couldn’t say was that she wasn’t persistent. Every weekend she’d be out in her garden planting new flowers.

Bonbon lovingly patted the soil around one of her newly planted daisies. “There!” She exclaimed as she stood up to admire her work. The flowers always looked so lively when she first planted them. So colorful and vibrant in perfect harmony with the beautiful day she found herself in. Not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was pleasantly warm with a slight breeze that tickled her coat.

“RAAAAAAAHHHGH!” Bellowed a gigantic two ton walrus as it crashed through Bonbon’s white picket fence, and proceeded to roll around all over her hard work. All she could do was stare on in dumbstruck horror as she could literally hear her daisies crying out in cute high pitched death screams.

Suddenly, a certain spirit of chaos appeared, bursting out in a fit of cruel laughter.
“Oh, How unfortunate, but I bet you never saw that coming.” He said, elbowing Bonbon.

“DISCORD!” Yelled a furious yellow pegasus, running up to meet the mischievous spirit, followed by a surprisingly curvy Rainbow Dash. Bonbon started to get upset, but when she saw Rainbow walk up, a cute plump belly swaying with her movements, all feelings of agitation seemed to drain out of her.

How can this be, I saw her a few weeks ago and I could see her ribs. There’s no way that could've been a natural gain, not that fast. What’s her secret?

“Why hello, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash. How are you two doing this fine day?” Discord said, acting innocent.

“Don’t you fine day me! What do you think you’re doing?! You agreed to stop spreading chaos!” Fluttershy snapped.

“I was just taking Smooshi here for a walk. There’s nothing chaotic about that.”

“You don’t take walruses for walks! They’re sea creatures!”

“You don’t? I didn’t get the memo.” He said, snapping his finger-like appendages, summoning a pile of fish. Smooshi gleefully hobbled over and shoved his fat walrus face into the pile as Fluttershy and Discord engaged in a heated argument. Well, it was heated for Fluttershy. For Discord it was more like him dancing around her anger with words.

“Hey Rainbow Dash.” Bonbon said attracting Rainbow’s attention away from the argument.

“Hmm?”

“Come here.” Bonbon said, beckoning the chubby mare over, she obliged. “I have to ask. How did you grow that cute belly so fast? You were skinnier than me last time I saw you. ” Bonbon asked causing the pegasus to blush.

“Uh, well you see. My wings were paralyzed when I crashed into crystal glass. So I took this healing potion to regrow my damaged nerves. It’s helping, but It has some side effects. Mainly, an uncontrollable appetite. So yeah, I guess I’ve been putting on weight pretty fast.”

“You don’t say. Where did you get this amazing potion?”

“Twilight got it from Zecora.”

“Do you know if she has more?”

“I dunno, but I’m going to her hut today with Soarin to see if she does. You’re welcome to tag along.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Bonbon said as insidious thoughts involving her aquamarine colored girlfriend filled her head.

--

Soarin, Rainbow Dash, and Bonbon’s journey through the Everfree Forest was surprisingly uneventful, until Bonbon stepped in something.

“What the hay?!” Exclaimed the beige mare as she felt a weird tingling sensation surrounding her hind leg. Rainbow and Soarin stopped walking and looked back at her.

“Hey it’s moving.” Soarin said.

Bonbon looked over her shoulder at her hind leg to see some kind of amorphous green creature on it. “Eww, Get off!” She cried, shaking and kicking her hind leg, but the creature would not let go.

“Hey, It’s a forest sprite.” Rainbow Dash said, coming over to inspect the strange amoeba-like creature. ”I read about them in Twilight’s library. They’re practically harmless, but they like to attach themselves to travelers.” She poked the creature with her hoof. It wiggled and squeaked in response. “I think it likes you.”

“Well, I don’t. Get it off.”

“Uh, that’s the problem. If you try to remove it with force you’ll end up ripping your skin off along with it, and they’re immune to all forms of magic. You have to let it create a bond with you. Then you’ll be able to command it to get off.

“What do you mean by bond?”

“You have to let it... umm, pleasure you.”

"Pleasure me?” Bonbon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, like sexually.”

You’re kidding, right? Tell me she’s kidding.” She said, looking at Soarin, who in turn gave her a shrug.

Suddenly, the creature began to crawl up her leg. Bonbon’s eyes widened as her pupils contracted to pin points.

“How about we give you two some privacy. When you’re done we’ll be waiting for you up the trail.” Soarin said, starting to head further into the forest.

“Have fun.” Rainbow said, giggling, and joining Soarin.

The amoeba-like creature, now holding position right outside it’s victim’s marehood suddenly started to vibrate and excrete a warm fluid. The electric sensations it created caused Bonbon to lose control of her legs, drop to the ground, and let out a whimper.

It was like like a warm oil massage, and she could feel a very calming, sensual presence enter her mind. Under normal circumstances she’d be completely freaking out over a strange creature invading her mind and molesting her body, but the sensations and feelings the vibrating sprite was creating in her was blissfully mesmerizing. All her discomfort soon melted away and she stopped fighting it.

Bonbon rolled on her back in submission, letting the sprite just do it’s thing. The living vibrator wasted no time, and moved over her tender pink lips. The creature let out a gleeful squeak as it plunged into her depths, causing Bonbon to involuntarily arch her back and manifest her intense pleasure auditably. Her cries echoed through the forest.

About eight minutes of sexual bliss later, Bonbon lay on the grassy forest floor, panting, with a big satisfied smile on her face. The forest sprite seemed happy as well. It was curled up in a ball on her rising and falling chest.

Figuring it was time she caught up with her awaiting friends, she picked up the forest sprite and placed it in her saddlebag. “Oh, I have plans for you.” She cackled sinisterly.

--

The trio entered Zecora’s clearing, where they found the whimsical witch doctor impressively, doing a headstand on a bamboo pole.

“Ahh visitors! Once again, I’ve been subjected to the unexpected pleasure. My latest batch is quite the catch.” She said.

“Latest batch of what?” Bonbon asked.

“You’re not here for my ghanja?”

“What the hay is ghanja?” Rainbow queried.

“Err, it’s nothin’. Nothin’ at all. No illegal doings here. What can I do for you three?” Zecora asked.

“You made a potion for Rainbow about two weeks ago. We were hoping to get more of it.” Soarin said.

“Did I now? You have to understand, I’m usually so blitzed I can hardly stand. Makes life less bland, but as a result, my memory’s not so grand. What was the potion for?”

“It’s to regrow damaged nerves.” Rainbow said.

“Ahh yes, my temptation regeneration. That remedy has brought me much elation. I keep it well stocked.”

“Great! How much for a couple gallons of the stuff?” Rainbow asked.

Zecora lost her balance and collapsed to the ground. “Couple gallons!? Is your goal to be mistaken for a mare full of many foals?”

“I can work off the weight when I can fly again.” Rainbow said. Zecora laughed in response while rising to her hooves. Somewhere in an alternate universe, a big dirty ape choked on his coco puffs.

“It would be morally wrong to allow such reckless and excessive abuse of my potion, perish the thought, It is a ridiculous notion.”

“We’ll give you two thousand bits.” Soarin offered. Zecora’s eye’s widened at the comment.

“Can you take a barrel?” The witch doctor said with a sudden change of heart.

--

It seemed like just another typical Saturday night for Lyra as she exited her home, a garbage bag surrounded by the golden aura of her magic, followed closely behind. As she made her way to the side of the house, the sound of something rummaging through trash could be heard.

“Those damn raccoons!” She shouted while her horn started to glow brightly, illuminating the area.

What she saw was no racoon.

The culprit turned to face her. It was a tall, baggy clothed, dark skinned, bipedal being with long black dreadlocks, wearing sunglasses, a golden crown, and a golden chain necklace that said ‘Crunk Ain’t Dead’.

“Hu-hu-human!”

The human took a sip from the golden goblet it was holding.

“WHHHHHAAAAAT?!” It suddenly bellowed in a deep musically rhythmic tone, showing off it’s shiny diamond encrusted grill, and pointing at something behind the dumbstruck pony. Then it turned and bolted off into the darkness

“Hey! Come back here!” Lyra called after the creature, as she gave chase, following the human through backyard to backyard, jumping over the occasional picket fence or bush. For only having two legs, the creature was surprisingly spry and fast moving despite having to hold up it’s pants to keep them from falling down.

Running out of backyards, the chase led to one of Ponyville’s main roads where a black Escalade with spinning rims was waiting.

“Quick! Get in, Lil Jon!” The driver yelled.

“OKAAAAY!!” The human bellowed as it jumped through an open window into the backseat while the vehicle peeled out, kicking up a cloud of dust in it’s wake.

All Lyra could do was watch in awe, as the suv disappeared over the horizon, the humans all the while laughing their asses off.

“TELL ME SOMEPONY SAW THAT!!” She yelled.

“SHUT THE BUCK UP OUT THERE!” Some random pony called from a nearby house.

Somehow, the human, and it’s vehicle eluded the sight of all the residents of ponyville except Lyra.

-- CLOP --

“Lyra, sweetheart, do you have any idea how crazy you sound? Even if this human was real, why would it be going through our trash like a common animal? It doesn’t make any sense. I mean, aren’t humans supposed to be intelligent beings?

“I don’t know Bonbon, I’m just telling you what I saw!”

“You know what? I believe you. How about you calm down and have some cake. Tomorrow we can look for the human together.” Bonbon said, beckoning Lyra over to sit on the couch with her.

“That cake does look good.” She said, taking a seat.

“That’s a good girl.”

Before her encounter with the human, Lyra had just finished a big dinner with Bonbon, and her stomach was still pretty full from that, but she loved Bonbon’s cakes, actually she loved all of Bonbon’s cooking, and she just couldn’t turn down the chocolate dessert.

How bad could one slice be...

Lyra opened her mouth wide to let Bonbon feed her as she liked to do. Her girlfriend happily obliged, filling Lyra’s cheeks with a big forkful of cake. She started to let out a muffled protest, but stopped when her taste buds were assaulted with gooey warm chocolate and sugary cake. She chewed, swallowed, then opened her mouth again to be immediately filled with more chocolatey deliciousness, thus finishing off the slice. After swallowing, she licked her lips of excess chocolate. “Can I have something to drink?” She asked.

“Here, have some of this.” Bonbon brought a mug up to Lyra’s lips. Completely unaware that it was actually Zecora’s potion, the thirsty mare gulped down all the sweet liquid without question.

“Mmm, tastes like apple cider.”

“Yeah, apple cider.” The mischievous Bonbon snickered, as she lined up another slice of cake.

“I’m full Bon, I couldn’t eat another bite.” Lyra protested as she saw Bonbon readying another forkful, but her stomach had other plans as it suddenly emitted a loud drawn out groan and sent a very intense message to her brain, demanding food as if it she hadn’t eaten in days. “Uh, I think there might be something seriously wrong with me, maybe I should-”

“Shut up and eat the cake.” Bonbon interrupted, a forkful of cake pressing against her hungry girlfriend’s lips.

Buck it.

Lyra opened her maw, and Bonbon turned the forkful into a mouthful. As Lyra chewed, excess chocolate all the while dripping out of her mouth, Bonbon massaged her taut, distended, aquamarine belly. The combination of the bombardment on her taste buds, and the circular loving movements of her girlfriend’s hoof on her tight belly created a blissful euphoria in Lyra. She fell into a kind of eating trance guided by Bonbon. Bite after bite she devoured slice after slice of the delectable cake as her belly slowly grew under Bonbon’s massaging hoof.

Much to Lyra’s dismay, the forkfuls of heavenly cake suddenly stopped coming. Her belly groaned, announcing that it wasn’t finished. “Hey, err-” She paused to let out a very unladylike chocolate flavored burp before continuing. ”Why did you stop?”

“Oh, you’re so cute. The cake’s all gone.” Bonbon said.

“But, I’m still hungry.” Lyra said, ears drooping.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I baked cookies! You wait there, I’ll be right back.” Bonbon said, heading into the kitchen while Lyra looked down at her swollen midsection with a mixture of amazement, hunger, and curiosity. It had to be more than a coincidence that Bonbon just so happened to be prepared for her unexpected and insatiable appetite.

Did she-

Lyra’s thought process suddenly derailed as the appetizing aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filled her nostrils. Bonbon entered the room walking on her hind legs like a biped, holding a big bottle of cold milk and a large platter of cookies in her front hooves. Clearly, Lyra’s human-like antics were starting to rub off on her girlfriend. She placed the platter on the coffee table.

“I thought you might like some milk to wash down that cake.” Bonbon said. Lyra nodded, and her girlfriend brought the bottle to her lips. She leaned her head back and started to guzzle down the white liquid. She drank half the bottle before pulling away, milk dripping out her mouth. Bonbon put the bottle down on the coffee table, then leaned her muzzle in to lick up the milk around Lyra’s lips, finishing off with a short kiss. “Are you my hungry piggy?” She asked, playing with Lyra’s bulging belly, causing the milk inside it to audibly slosh around.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m your hungry piggy!”

“That you are.” Bonbon said shoving a warm and gooey cookie in Lyra’s mouth. She happily chewed and let the gooeyness slide down her gullet into her packed stomach. Then she opened her maw for another, Bonbon obliged, feeding her greedy girlfriend several more cookies before a ding came from the kitchen. “Ahh, my pies!” She exclaimed, setting the platter on Lyra’s growing belly. “You keep eating, I’ll be right back.” Bonbon said, going back into the kitchen.

By the time Bonbon came back into the room, holding five plump apple pies stacked on top of each other in her front hooves and a big can of whip cream in her maw, Lyra had finished off the entire platter of cookies and another quarter of the milk. “Those smell wonderful.” She said, tongue lolling out of her mouth, and stomach groaning.

“Oh my, maybe these pies won’t be enough. I might just run out of food for you.” Bonbon said as she placed a few slices of pie on a plate, and sat next to her insatiate girlfriend.

The two fell into a rhythm. Bonbon would fill Lyra’s cheeks with gooey sweet apple goodness covered in whipped cream. Lyra would manducate, swallow, then open her mouth for Bonbon to fill it again while rubbing her slowly expanding abdomen. The sensation of everything caused her to fall back into that euphoric eating trance again, and in that moment, there was no place she would've rather been, nothing she would've rather been doing, even tracking down and catching those damn elusive humans couldn’t beat her feeling.

Before long, all five of the pies, the entire can of whip cream, and the rest of the milk were in Lyra’s stomach, digesting with the rest of the ridiculous amounts of food she had consumed that night. Finally satisfied, she let out an impressive long drawn out belch, tasting a little bit of everything in her overstretched digestive organ.

“Oh, I love you so much, and that big cute belly of yours!” Bonbon exclaimed, pressing her face against and hugging Lyra’s now three-times-normal-sized midsection.

“Uh, I love you too.” Lyra said, a little confused by the comment about her belly.

For several moments the two just stayed in that position, Lyra would lovingly brush her girlfriend’s mane with her hoof as Bonbon caressed Lyra’s sensitive belly while listening to it’s contents churn inside. “I’ve been wondering. Did you slip me something?” Lyra asked.

“That apple cider you drank wasn’t just cider.”

“I knew it! You tricked me!” Lyra snapped shoving Bonbon away. “It all makes sense now, the big high calorie meals, all the sweets, you’ve been trying to fatten me up!” Lyra yelled, glaring at Bonbon with glowing golden orbs as the contents of the room started to shake. “But because of my fast metabolism, it wasn’t working, was it?! I wasn’t gaining any weight, so you made me drink some crazy hunger potion!” She shouted as her magic enveloped the deceitful and helpless Bonbon, lifting her in the air and splaying her limbs.

“Lyra, calm down, you’re overreacting!

“Do you know how easy it would be for me to snap your neck right now?!”

“Don’t do something you’re going to regret! Just put me down, lets talk about this!”

“Oh, I’ll put you down.”

In a flash of light, the two mares were suddenly teleported to the bedroom, where Lyra telekinetically tossed her girlfriend on the bed, then levitated herself on top of her, violently melding her mouth with Bonbon's in a passionate kiss. All the while trying not to move her tender stuffed belly too much. Bonbon, a little shaken up, soon got over her surprise, and returned the favor. They rolled on their sides, allowing Lyra to be comfortable while their hooves explored each other’s bodies and their tongues danced a fierce tango. The two interlocked mares continued on like that for several minutes, with Bonbon's rubbing of her lover's bulging sloshing belly causing her to occasionally burp into Bonbon's mouth as they made out, pleasurable tension all the while building between Lyra’s hips.

Lyra pulled her muzzle away from her lover’s, a line a saliva followed. “How do you want to do this? You cunnilingus me, then I you? Or the other way around.” Lyra asked feeling ready for action.

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to ask me that. I’ve got a special treat for you.” Bonbon said with a devious twinkle in her eye. “COME TO ME, MR WIGGLESWORTH!”

The amorphous forest sprite crawled onto the bed at the call of it’s recently acquired master. With a squeak it burrowed part of it’s amoeba-like body into Bonbon’s marehood, causing her to let out a whimper. Then the creature morphed the part of it’s body not inside her vagina into the shape of a stallion's member, a long, throbbing, hard, vibrating member.

“That can’t be hygienic. Do you have any idea where that thing has been?” Lyra asked, a little taken back by the sight.

“But it feels so good! It’s like a warm oil massage for your cooch.” She said in a voice dripping with barely contained ecstasy.

“Really?”

“Here.” Bonbon said as she positioned herself so she was spooning lyra. Then she touched Lyra’s tender moist lips with the head of her assumed penis. Lyra squirmed and dug her hooves into the bed as Bonbon pulled away, teasingly.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing!” She exclaimed.

“I know, right?!”

“Do it again!”

With care, Bonbon inserted the erect sprite just inside Lyra’s tight passage, vibrating, and excreting warm goo. “OH BONBON!” She cried out, leg twitching as an electric tingling sensation emanated from her marehood and pulsed down her inner thighs. “Don’t stop!” She begged. Bonbon slowly pushed further into Lyra’s clasping, burning, depths, all the while rubbing her taut tummy, the sensation rapturing.

Bonbon bottomed out with the sprite and held it there for a moment before pulling back till she was barely inside, then she thrust to the bottom again. Lyra’s sloshing belly bounced with the movement as Bonbon repeated the process over and over. At the apex of each thrust, the sprite squeaked as Lyra blissfully cried out in unison with Bonbon, their breathing becoming increasingly erratic.

Lyra never stood a chance. As Bonbon picked up the pace, Lyra could barely contain the immense tension building between her hips, each trust bringing her closer and closer to a climax until the the sensation of everything pushed her over the edge with an explosive discharge of neuromuscular tension. Waves of incredibly intense electric pleasure emanating from her marehood, crawled up her her spine, and trickled down the back of her head as she let out a long drawn out howl like a wild animal.

From the sound of it, Bonbon was experiencing her own orgasm as she gleefully cried out while holding onto Lyra’s sides as if to prevent herself from being literally blown away from her sexual ecstasy.

Seemingly satisfied, the forest sprite wriggled out of the two mare’s vagina's, and morphed back into it’s usual amoeba-like shape as it slithered to the edge of the bed, where it curled up into a ball as the two lovers rode out their highs for several moments.

“I think that was the best sex I've ever had. I love you so much, Lyra!” Bonbon exclaimed, breathing heavily.

Lyra didn’t respond.

“Lyra?”

Bonbon looked over to see that Lyra was dead to the world in a food/sex coma.

CH 2: Companions, Not Whores

To skip to the fetishy stuff, press ctrl+f then type CLOP.

Rainbow Dash stood with Soarin at the forefront of his mansion, her mouth open, drool pouring out.

“Hey Rainbow, you’re doing that thing again.”

Rainbow didn’t respond.

Soarin shook her.

“Huh, what? Where am I?”

“You’re in Canterlot, I was about to show you my place before you spaced out and starting drooling all over your self.”

“Oh right! Sorry. Brain damage and all.” She said, wiping her mouth with her hoof.

“It’s fine.” Soarin said, opening the massive solid gold double doors. “After you.”

She walked inside, Soarin followed.

The inside was just as magnificent as the outside with architecture not unlike the Royal Palace; marble floors, polished stone walls, and tall stained glass windows depicting Soarin’s exploits as a wonderbolt.

In the center of the room, as if the stained glass wasn’t enough, there was a life sized golden statue of Soarin with his wings spread. Behind that embodiment of his ego, was a waterfall flowing into an indoor pond, filled with koi fish, and surrounded by various exotic plants, which were provided sunlight through the ceiling made almost entirely of glass.

Rainbow noticed that the koi fish weren’t the only other occupants of the room. Three mares in sexy lingerie walked up to greet Soarin.

“Welcome back, Master Soarin!” They said in unison, each giving him a kiss.

“Whoah, whoah, whoah! Who the buck are these bitches?!” Rainbow demanded.

“This is Candi, Jasmine, and Cherry. I pay them to lounge about my mansion and keep me company, sometimes in my bed.” Soarin said.

“So they’re whores.”

“No sweetheart, they’re companions, not whores. Companions are far more expensive. ”

“So what am I to you?! Another one of your bucking ‘companions’?!”

“I don’t pay you. So technically I guess you’re my girlfriend.”

Rainbow glared at Soarin while thoughts of bad things she wanted to do to him filled her head. Fortunately for Soarin, he was a very respected wonderbolt, and Rainbow adored him because of it. Any other guy would be on the receiving end of a pain train for doing half the shit Soarin did, this particular situation and exchange of words, a prime example of said shit.

She decided against cutting off his balls and feeding them to the koi fish. “If you want to keep me as your girlfriend, GET RID OF THEM.” She said with a deadpan face, and in a harsh tone.

“Ugh, fine. You heard the lady. Out.” Soarin said, pointing towards the door. Although they looked displeased, the mares complied without protest. He then turned to Rainbow and asked. “Happy?”

“Happy?! I don’t feel like ripping your head off any more, if that’s what you mean.”

“Good, now that that’s over with, let me show you the kitchen so I can set this barrel down.” He said, mentioning the full five gallon barrel of Zecora’s healing agent on his back, that he had, seemingly effortlessly, been hauling around since their visit with the witch doctor earlier that day.

“You know there’s like sixty rooms in this house.” Soarin said, as he led Rainbow through the mansion, passing at least five framed portraits of himself, various exotic potted plants, and an impressive display case of trophies on the way.

“Do you even use all those rooms?” She asked.

“No, most of them are empty, I just like having them so I can say I have a sixty room mansion.”

“Well, I’m impressed.”

“I’m glad to hear that, makes it seem like my irresponsibly lavish spending wasn’t for nothing.” He said as they entered a very big kitchen where a very large, very fat male griffin in a chef’s hat and a stained covered apron was cooking up a storm. The aroma, as it entered Rainbow’s nostrils, was intoxicating. She basked in it, imagining all the delicious delectables she would later no doubt be eating.

After a moment, the griffin finally noticed the newcomers, particularly Rainbow.

“Ahhh, Soarin! Who have you brought me today?! She looks like like a food connoisseur if I ever saw one!” The griffin said in a loud, borderline aggressive voice while staring at Rainbow’s plump midsection making the pegasus blush and feel a little subconscious.

“Basil, this is the girl I was telling you about.” Soarin said, as he placed the barrel on the counter.

“The one who can crack a coconut with her thighs?”

“Err, no. The one with the bottomless stomach and really big appetite.”

“This is her? The way you were talking about her, I thought she’d be much bigger.”

“If she keeps eating like she has been, she will be.” Soarin said, groping Rainbow’s pudgy tummy and giving her a kiss on her burning cheeks.

“Especially if she eats my cooking.” Basil said, letting out a hearty chuckle.

Rainbow felt more than a little uncomfortable about her weight being discussed “I’m going to lose the weight when I can fly again.” She reminded them.

“Sure you will, sweetheart.” Soarin said, he and Basil snickering. “So! What’s for dinner?” Soarin asked.

“Ahh, yes! As you know, I’m mainly a pastry chef, and I’ve been baking delicious treats all day long, as was your request. However, for the main course, I made my eight layer lasagna, and don’t worry, I excluded the meat and put spinach in it for you tree hugging vegetarians.” The chef said, and then turned his attention to a pot on the stove, stirring the contents.

“Is that it?” Soarin asked.

“No, of course not. For a side, I have steamed asparagus cooked with lots of butter and covered in lemon pepper hollandaise sauce.”

“That might not be enough, what else do you got?” Soarin asked, eliciting a raised eyebrow from the griffin.

“Not enough?! That lasagna is meant to feed a large group, even I couldn’t eat it all in one sitting.”

“Well you don’t have Rainbow’s amazing, magically altered stomach.” Soarin said, as the griffin gave Rainbow another look over, as if he could unlock her secrets with his eyes.

“You intrigue me, Miss. What’s your name?”

“Rainbow Dash.”

“Is it really?” Basil laughed. “You might have to change your name after you finish my Lasagna. You won’t be dashing anywhere, I can promise you that much. In fact, I’d imagine you won’t want to move much at all.”

As Rainbow wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into with Soarin, suddenly and quite surprisingly, Twilight Sparkle wearing eye pleasing lingerie appeared in the kitchen, headed to the fridge, opened it, and grabbed a soda with her magic.

“Twilight?”

“Oh hey, Rainbow.” She said nonchalantly, while closing the fridge door.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were overseas in the griffin lands.”

“I was, up until a few hours ago.” She said, popping the cap off the soda and taking a swig of the cold carbonated beverage before continuing. “You see, Celestia neglected to mention that Equestria is billions of bits in debt with the griffin nation.”

“I didn’t know we were in debt. Where did those billions of bits go?” Rainbow asked.

“I know at least a billion went to the development of a kind of super banana tree that produces fruit on a daily basis. As for the rest, I haven’t a clue. I’ve been finding there’s a lot of things Celestia has been keeping from me, and continues to keep from me.”

“Wow.” Rainbow said.

“Yeah I know, and apparently the griffins don’t accept payment in the form of bananas, which Celestia has been sending to them in bulk deliveries every day since she borrowed the bits. So as you can imagine, they were a little ticked when I arrived, and tried to take me prisoner to use as leverage against Equestria.”

“So, how did you escape and travel thousands of miles in a few hours?” Rainbow asked.

“I’m actually a little curious about that as well.” Soarin chimed in.

“I teleported, took all of a second.”

“Really? Teleported? I’ve never heard of unicorns being able to teleport such a great distance.” Soarin said.

“Well, I’m not a unicorn. When I became an alicorn, I discovered I had far greater magical abilities than I ever had as an unicorn.”

“So, if you could teleport thousands of miles, why did you travel for two weeks on the griffin airship?” Rainbow asked

“Meh, formalities.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, but that doesn’t explain what you're doing in Soarin’s place, and why you’re wearing lingerie.” Rainbow said.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I’m one of Soarin’s companions. I’ve been having some financial complications lately, and he pays extremely well.”

“You’re not going to make me kick her out too are you?” Soarin asked.

“Hmm...” Rainbow considered it for a whole second before making a decision. “Nah, she can stay, as long as her services extend to me as well.”

“You okay with that, princess?” Soarin asked.

“My rate just went up, but sure, what the hay.”

“Awesome! Could this day get any better?” Soarin said, a devious grin upon his face.

Basil chimed in. “Oh, I almost forgot. While I was playing on your gameboy during my break, you’re magikarp evolved into a Gyarados.”

And then Soarin began to cry, kind of like a parent watching their child graduate college, except in a more perverted, selfish way.

While Rainbow watched a full grown stallion cry, something cold, wet, and sandpaper-like touched the back of her leg. What the hay? She looked back, and curiosity turned into sheer horror when she saw a black panther the size of a pony licking her hind leg like a ponysicle. Her body instinctively went stiff, as her pupils contracted to pin points.

There were few things that scared Rainbow Dash, but one those things were cats. She wasn’t sure why, but she had been terrified of the pointy eared demon spawn ever since she was a filly with their freaky snake-like eyes and razor sharp claws and fangs. Which was strange, because she wasn’t scared of dragons or other beasts with similar attributes, but there was just something about cats that kept her up at night. Thanks to Fluttershy, Rainbow had since learned to tolerate small house cats, but she never fully got over her fears of the larger beasts, and Soarin was grossly unaware of this.

“S-ssoarin...” She muttered in a shaky voice.

“Huh, what’s wrong?” He asked, turning to look at her. He too saw the panther, yet his response was very different from hers. “Ooooh, there’s Daddy’s good girl!”

The panther growled at him.

“Someone’s grumpy! Hey Basil, did you feed Fluffy like I asked?”

“Yeah, and she almost took my talon off.”

At this point, Rainbow was visibly shaking, legs frozen in place. “Oh Rainbow, you look terrified. There’s nothing to be scared of, Fluffy doesn’t eat ponies. At least not in like six months, and to be fair, that model she did eat looked delicious covered in chocolate.” Soarin said.

Rainbow’s eyes grew even wider.

“I’m kidding. She wasn’t a model.”

The panther seemed to lose interest in Rainbow’s leg, and went over to it’s water bowl.

“You’re not funny, Soarin.” Twilight said, coming over to Rainbow and pulling the shaking pegasus’s head into her chest in a comforting embrace. She smelt like lavender. “It’s okay, Rainbow. That panther has never attacked a pony. Contrary to popular belief, panther’s eat exclusively fish and small rodents.“ She said, stroking the back of Rainbow’s head with her hoof.

“And puppies, they do eat puppies, lots and lots of puppies.” Soarin said.

Twilight’s horn glowed, and without breaking the hug, her magic enveloped Soarin, lifting him into the air and spreading his limbs.

“Just so know, I could dislocate all your limbs with a thought.”

“I’m done joking! You won’t hear another joke out of me the rest of the night, I swear!” He pleaded.

Twilight released him, and he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

“You going to be okay, Rainbow?” She asked, breaking the hug, much to Rainbow’s dismay. Although, she was over the worst of her fear for now, she just wanted to stay in Twilight’s embrace a little bit longer. It was odd too her, but since Twilight transcended into princesshood, she seemed to take on a very comforting and loving mother-like persona. That is to say, when she wasn’t trying to suppress the extreme stress of her new job with excessive amounts of alcohol and Zecora’s ganja. All things considered, she seemed in complete control of her faculties at the moment, and although Twilight was a hilarious drunk, Rainbow wanted her to stay the wise, calm, comforting Twilight for tonight.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine now.” Rainbow said, as Soarin got to his hooves, went over to Basil’s side, and engaged in a hushed conversation with the griffin who was chopping up herbs.

-- CLOP --

“Good. How about you drink some of that healing agent? Then you can lie down over in the next room, and we can get this food in your belly. I’m curious to see a magically altered stomach in action.”

Blushing, Rainbow nodded, and they walked over to the barrel on the counter. Zecora was kind enough to install a tap into the barrel, which Twilight used to fill a big mug with the sweet liquid. Then she hovered the mug over to Rainbow’s lips, who tilted her head back, and with the help of Twilight’s telekinesis, began guzzling down the contents of the mug, only taking a breather once before swallowing the rest.

“More, please.”

“You really should pace yourself with this stuff. Zecora told me that when you drink the remedy, the intensity of your hunger, and the amount of sustenance needed to satisfy said hunger, is determined by the amount you ingest. In other words, the more you drink, the more food you’ll need to eat.

“So what? We have plenty of food here.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Twilight said, pouring more of the barrels contents into the mug, and then bringing it to Rainbow’s lips for her to guzzle it down, which she did, letting out a burp after finishing, starting to feel that familiar pressure in her gut.

“Another.” At this point, Soarin had joined the two mares near the barrel and was watching intently while chanting ‘chug’ over and over again, as another mug full of healing agent mixed with apple cider went down Rainbow’s gullet.

“I think that’s enough.” Twilight suggested.

“One more.”

“Yeah! One more, Twilight.” Soarin said.

Twilight was hesitant, but she complied.

Rainbow let out another very unladylike belch after finishing her fourth mug. Her pudgy belly had begun to visibly distend with over a gallon of liquid in it, and she was really starting to feel the pressure in her stomach.

“How about we head over to the lounge so you can lie down comfortably while you eat?” Soarin suggested.

Rainbow nodded, her stomach groaning like an angry volcano god demanding virgins to be tossed into it’s fiery depths.

“You two get comfortable, I’m going to help Basil carry out the food.” Twilight said as Soarin and Rainbow entered the lounge.

It was a decent sized room. To the right was a wall sized window, which caught Rainbow’s eye first, because It gave a beautiful view of the lands below Canterlot, and she could just barely make out Ponyville in the distance. The sun was just setting, and the beautiful red and purple skies reflected across the land and in the room.

Her stomach groaned again, not allowing her to enjoy the scenery for very long, so she turned her attention to the rest of the room. On the side furthest from the window, there was fireplace, which had a fire burning in it. Over the fireplace was a collection of beautifully crafted griffin swords. In front of the fireplace, on the floor was a very plush and padded carpet with expensive looking pillows scattered about.

Many scented candles were strategically placed around the carpet. In the center of the carpet, there was a short, exquisite mahogany table, which had a couple of expensive looking plates, silverware, and wine glasses, as well as a bucket of ice with an aged four hundred bit bottle of wine in it. To top all this off, violin and piano music was being played on a record player.

The room was, for lack of a better word, romantic. Which was odd, because Soarin usually had a very savage approach to sex. Every night in the past two weeks went like this; Soarin would just stuff Rainbow with as much food as she could eat, wherever they happened to be, not even bothering to set the scene, then they’d find somewhere private, makeout for a bit, then he would move onto giving her oral, which he was a master at, and finally, he’d just fuck her silly, and all that with very little exchange of words. This approach got her to an amazing orgasm every time. So she didn’t understand why he was changing it up. Then she thought, maybe it wasn’t even his intention to be romantic, maybe the fire, candles, wine, and music, weren’t even his doing, maybe it was all Twilight.

Rainbow moved some pillows into a comfortable position and lied on her side, but sitting up, like quadrupeds can do, making sure to give her belly plenty of room to expand over the carpet like it no doubt would be doing quite a bit that night.

Soarin took a seat next to her, giving her a brief kiss and belly rub, causing the contents of her tummy to audibly slosh around. “Wow, looks baller up in here.” He said, always knowing just what to say.

After a few moments, Twilight and Basil entered the room. Basil, despite his abundance of extra weight, was hovering in air with the help of his wings, allowing him to carry a very big bowl of asparagus. Twilight carried a large hotel pan of the lasagna and the bowl of the hollandaise sauce with her magic.

They set everything down on the short table. Then Twilight took a seat on the other side of Rainbow, and as Basil filled three plates with food, she poured the wine into the three glasses with her magic.

“Basil, aren’t you going to eat too?” Rainbow asked, noticing the griffin didn’t have a plate.

“Pfft, there’s no meat here. I have a real meal waiting for me in the kitchen.” He said, and gave a bow. “Bon appetit.” Then he turned and walked back into the kitchen, as the trio of ponies began to eat.

Rainbow, with one hoof and fork, was able to reach her plate on the table while remaining in her sprawled position. She started with the lasagna, bringing a steamy forkful up to her lips, and inhaled through her nostrils the tantalizing scent of the tomato sauce, smelling the garlic, basil, oregano, and a few other ingredients. Parting her lips, the lasagna met her tongue causing her to experience what was so great about expensive gourmet cuisine. She then closed her lips around the silver fork, then pulled it out, leaving the lasagna behind to stimulate her tongue. Letting out a muffled moan, she savored the pleasing flavor as she chewed, then swallowed, basking in the sensation of the lasagna brushing the back of tongue and going down her gullet into the pool of healing agent in her stomach. She could practically hear the splash it made.

Eager to keep her taste buds stimulated, Rainbow moved onto the asparagus covered in the lemon pepper hollandaise sauce, which the chef was kind enough to cut into bite sized pieces so she could continue to eat with one hoof, one utensil. The flavor was new to her, as she had never had hollandaise sauce before. Rainbow decided she liked it, not quite as much as the lasagna, but it was still really good.

With the wine, Rainbow experienced a whole nother rich pony perk as she took a sip, sloshing it around her mouth, before swallowing. Not that Rainbow knew who he was, but when jesus turned water into wine, this is what it tasted like.

I could get used to this.

She repeated the process all over again, falling into a pattern; lasagna, asparagus, then a sip of wine, until her plate had nothing but bits of sauce left on it. Yet, as Rainbow rubbed her still groaning, slightly distended tummy, she knew there was still a long way to go before she’d be satisfied.

She looked at her company; Twilight was still working away at her plate, taking small sophisticated bites of her food, but Soarin, who ate almost as fast as Rainbow did, was just finishing off his plate. Seemingly, full, he set the dish aside, then crawled behind Rainbow, and got into a spooning position with her. He then wrapped one of his forelegs around her side, and began massaging Rainbow’s belly as he nibbled and sucked on her neck, causing a pleasant tingling sensation to stir in her loins.

Twilight, very nonchalantly, as she continued to slowly work away at her own meal, breaking occasionally to take a very ladylike sip of wine, used her magic to fill Rainbow’s plate with seconds. Then with an almost subconscious effort, her telekinetic tendrils began bringing forkfuls of delectables to Rainbow’s mouth, of which, the hungry mare appreciably accepted.

Before long, Rainbow had devoured the seconds, and was working on her thirds. By that time, Twilight had finally finished her meal, and was able to focus her complete attention on her friend. She got right up next to Rainbow, while continuing to feed her forkful after forkful with her magic.

“Fascinating.” She said, placing a hoof on Rainbow’s, growing belly, then gently pressing into it. Twilight’s hoof went in about an inch into the layer of fat that had developed over the past two weeks of gluttony before it met the taut resistance of the pegasus’s churning stomach.

“Normally, when a stomach reaches it’s maximum capacity, it will expel any additional food and send it back up the esophagus. Yet, yours is not doing that. Which suggests the potion has mutated the walls of your stomach, giving it an elasticity that wasn’t there before. I wonder if that was planned in the development of the concoction in knowing that it’s ability to regenerate is fueled by the exorbitant amounts of nutrients the remedy forces you to intake. So in truth, the side effect of extreme hunger, is not a side effect, but an actual effect required for the potion to work.

“Yeah, and it feels good when you rub my belly!” Rainbow said between mouthfuls, not following any of Twilight’s lecture.

“Yes, I’d imagine it would” She said, filling Rainbow’s mouth with lasagna.

“I like it when it when it grows and makes noises.” Soarin said.

Twilight let out a sigh, likely realizing that Rainbow and Soarin weren’t exactly intellectuals while Rainbow finished her third plate, letting out a burp, and tasting a little bit of everything in her packed stomach. Twilight wasted no time filling her plate with fourths, and continued to feed Rainbow forkfuls over and over again, until she was onto her fifth plate, then sixth plate, and so on. All the while, Soarin was having a grand time caressing Rainbow’s expanding tummy, as Twilight, never stopping her telekinetic feeding, leaned her muzzle up against the bulging mound, and began planting kisses on it, alternating between sucking, nibbling, and licking. Twilight’s and Soarin’s attention on Rainbow’s tender taut skin, elicited all kinds of electric sensations in the increasingly wet area between her hind legs, causing her to express her pleasure in muffled coos as she ate.

About two hours into the dinner, the large hotel pan, and bowl that contained the asparagus were empty. They’re prior contents now inside Rainbow impressive bulging gut. Yet, despite the mass amounts of food, that the griffin chef had thought impossible for her to consume all in one sitting, her groaning stomach still required more nourishment, and it showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Fortunately, Soarin had prepared for this, well in truth, he had Basil prepare for this.

“Twilight, would you be kind enough to help Basil bring out the deserts?” Soarin asked, politely.

“Certainly.” She said, getting up, taking the dirty dishes with her into the kitchen, while Soarin planted kisses up Rainbow’s side, on her shoulder, then her neck, and finally meeting her quivering lips. His tongue pushed inside her and enthusiastically explored the inside of Dash’s mouth, and for a few moments, they shared a passionate kiss, as his hoof reached and felt in between her inner thighs, fondling her moist sex, and causing her to let out a muffled moan.

Twilight and Basil soon came back into the room, carrying with talon and telekinesis, another bottle of wine, and at least five different kinds of delicious looking desserts, some of which were no doubt culinary masterpieces from the griffin chef’s homeland.

They set the deserts on the table. Then Basil pointed to and named each dish. “White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake, Baklava, Zuccoto Cupcakes, Mini Fudge Cakes, and Chocolate Ganache Mousse.” He then looked at Rainbow, particularly her greatly distended belly. “Damn it, Soarin. Where did you find this girl?.” He said, dropping a pouch of bits by the wonderbolt. “I thought for sure I’d win that bet.”

Soarin let out a smug laugh, victoriously patting Rainbow’s belly. “What a shame, you worked so hard today, and you don’t even get to keep the money you earned.”

“Whatever, you’re still a terrible poker player. I’ll win it back this weekend.” The griffin said as he walked back into the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat first?” Twilight asked.

“The cheesecake.”

“Good choice, my not so little goddess.” Soaren said, not able to keep his hoof off of Rainbow’s belly, rubbing it in loving circular motions.

“Goddess, I like the sound of that.” Rainbow said, in as a sexy a voice she could produce, which ended up sounding more cute than sexy.

Soarin worked away on Rainbow’s neck hickey, as Twilight brought a forkful of the cheesecake to the pegasus’s lips, which she happily took into her mouth. The combination of the rich creamy cheesecake, white chocolate curls, and raspberry syrup, created a divine explosion of flavor in her mouth, eliciting a gleeful muffled moan as she worked it over with her teeth and tongue, before sending it down her gullet, and then opening her mouth to be immediately filled again, and again, until the entire cheesecake was inside her expanding gut.

Watching and feeling her stomach expand with the cheesecake proved too much for Soarin’s restraint, for Rainbow suddenly felt his member slip free of it’s sheath, and it’s length expanded between her inner thighs, pressing and throbbing up against her dripping sensitive sex. However, for the moment, her need for food won over her need for sex. “Cupcakes!” She exclaimed, her voice dripping with her conflicting desires of hunger, both sexual, and traditional.

Twilight obliged, bringing one of the Zuccotto Cupcakes to Rainbow’s lips, who took as big of a bite as she possibly could, taking half the cupcake into her mouth. She didn’t know what Zuccotto meant, but she suspected it had something to do with heaven. The cupcake had two separate frostings, a dark chocolate ganache, and a white chocolate cream cheese icing, and finally, to complete the delicious awesomeness that was the Zuccotto Cupcake, the inside was filled with sweet raspberries. She quickly worked it over in her mouth, sent it down her esophagus, and then took the rest of the cupcake hovering before her into her mouth.

In no time at all, she had finished off the other eleven cupcakes. Yet, she couldn’t get enough as her groaning and swollen digestive organ demanded more still, and Soarin’s long throbbing cock rubbing against her soaked pussy wasn’t helping. “Fudge Cake!” She demanded, and Fudge Cake she got, tasting gooey fudge, fresh berries, and decadent frosting.

Before long, she had consumed all five of the Mini Fudge Cakes, leaving just two more deserts. Thankfully, her hunger, was finally starting to die down.

“Mousse!”

Twilight, obliged, and Rainbow basked in the flavor of chopped nuts on top of chocolate ganache sauce, on top of rich chocolate mousse, on top of rich chocolate cake. She made quick work of the desert.

“Whatever that thing is!” She said pointing at the last desert.

“It’s baklava.” Twilight said.

“I don’t care what it is, I just want it inside me!”

The baklava did the trick, she was finally satisfied, but very thirsty.

“Wine!” She exclaimed, barely able to contain the intense passion building in her dripping marehood, and of course there was that constant feeling of the blood pumping through Soarin’s throbbing cock as it pressed against her tender vaginal lips.

Twilight started to pour the wine into a glass.

“Buck the glass, give me the whole bottle!” She demanded, and the whole bottle she got. She greedily guzzled down the entire four-hundred-bit bottle of wine without even taking a breather. Letting out a impressive and loud belch, she then turned her head to look at Soarin. Her cheeks glowing with heat, her eyes showing the intense fire burning within her, she shouted “For god’s sake, Soarin! What the hay are you waiting for?! START FUCKING ME ALREADY!”

Soarin’s lips formed a sly smile, and he granted her wish, sliding his thick head into her tight, hot, fluid soaked passage as far as he could go, which compared to the size of his endowment, wasn’t very far. She yelped as he bottomed out, her muscles contracting and squeezing his throbbing cock. She bit her bottom lip as he pulled back till his head was almost out of her sex, then he immediately plunged back to the bottom, eliciting another yelp. He repeated that motion over and over again, causing her bulging belly to bounce back and forth, it’s contents sloshing about and freeing trapped air, causing her to belch loudly.

Twilight yawned as she watched the scene before her. Casting a spell, she summoned a newspaper and began reading the classified.

“Is that all you got?! *pant* I thought a Wonderbolt would be faster!” Rainbow challenged him, and he accepted, picking up speed, but still not nearly as fast as she wanted.

“Come on, sunshine! I’m falling asleep over here!” She exclaimed, causing him to pick up speed yet again.

“OH MY GOSH! YES! That’s the way you do it!” Rainbow exclaimed, Soarin finally fucking her at a speed that was stimulating enough to her, his thrusts being about a half a second apart. Soarin closed his eyes, likely so not to watch her belly bouncing about with the fast movements, which would no doubt cause him to ejaculate before she climaxed. Through practiced conditioning, he managed to continue on like that for a solid five minutes without cumming.

“Twilight!” Soarin exclaimed, breathing heavily.

The princess looked up from her newspaper. “Hmm?”

“Take over!” He said, pulling his cock out and rolling to the side, Rainbow’s juices clinging to it and glistening in the glow of the candles.

With a raised eyebrow, she set her newspaper down, got up, then walked over to Rainbow, looking down at her with an emotionless expression. “On your back.” She ordered.

Rainbow obliged without question, rolling on her back, and spreading her hindlegs, exposing her glowing, wet sex to the princess who then proceeded to just stare at it, and continued to stare at it for a couple of very long moments. By that point, the need for attention between Rainbow’s legs was almost unbearable, the wait actually making her even more aroused, as Twilight continued to tease her by just standing there

“Do I have to beg? Cause I will.” Rainbow said, breaking the silence, and trying to sound sexy, but still coming across as cute.

“Be quiet.” Twilight ordered, spreading her regal wings in an imposing manner.

Rainbow did as ordered, despite the intense desires eating away at her.

After another long moment, Twilight’s horn began to glow, then from her horn, a tendril of purple energy sprung forth, and plunged into Rainbow’s drenched depths. In response, the pegasus’s back arched as she screamed out in pure ecstasy, completely unprepared for the furious bombardment of sensations.

The tendril massaged every part of her sex, inside and outside all at once, stimulating her in ways she had never experienced before. At the same time, Soarin, having taken the past moments to recover, crawled over to her. Focusing his attention on her huge mound of a belly, which rose and fell with her rapid, irregular breathing, he stuck his tongue in her tender tight navel and began licking the inside with a spiral motion while rubbing the top and bottom of her tummy, eliciting a squeal of delight from the pegasus.

In response to the immense pleasure building within her, Rainbow was digging her front hooves into the carpet, and her hindlegs fidgeted and twitched as she moaned and cooed almost continuously, breaking occasionally for breath. After an amazing four minutes of this, Rainbow could feel herself reaching her limit, the tension inside of her, practically unbearable. “I’m gonna cum!” She yelled.

“Soarin, get in there. My magic won’t hurt you.” Twilight commanded.

The stallion pulled his muzzle away from Dash’s navel which glistened with his saliva, then, gently, pushed the exceedingly aroused mare on her side and got into a spooning position with her, so that he could fuck her while still keeping her over stuffed stomach comfortable.

Once again he slipped his thick throbbing stallionhood into her pulsating fluid filled sex, while Twilight’s magic continued to massage every part of Dash’s marehood, and as well as Soarin’s cock. He began frenziedly fucking her with thrusts every half second. She could feel her walls hugging his cock, every beat of his heart pulsing through her.

“OH MY GOSH!” She exclaimed at the apex of each thrust, a phrase she liked to chant over and over again at rapid speed whenever she was really excited.

BAM! Tard happy. With the combined efforts of Soarin and Twilight, Dash never stood a chance. Her whole body convulsed and shook as intense waves of electric pleasure pulsed from her marehood, traveled up her spine, then trickled up and down the back of her head over and over again. Soarin, all the while, continued to thrust into her for another moment, her muscles milking his cock for all it was worth before he too came, filling her with his seed.

Twilight let out a sigh, as she watched the two pegasi ride out their orgasms then both simultaneously fall asleep whilst cuddling with each other.

After a couple minutes of watching them sleep in a very adorable manner, she suddenly heard a peculiar scratching sound. Looking over to the source of the noise she saw the panther in a giant litter box doing it’s business.

“I think it's time for me to leave.” Twilight said to no one in particular. Then in a flash of light she disappeared.

CH 3: Crunk Juice

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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?