Zecora’s cauldron bubbled with heat despite the fact that its owner watched the surface with unblinking intensity. Whether this was because it wasn’t a pot or because she hadn’t heard of that particular figure of speech, nopony could say. Her brow furrowed and let out the stale lungful of air that she held in anticipation, turning away to wipe off the sweat on her face. The crackling of the fire below the cauldron held back the silence as she searched for more powdered nightshade to add to her brew.

Minutes ago she had been awoken by a horrible premonition, though what manner of omen it represented she couldn’t say. All she knew was that a nightmare had visited her while she slept, only to steal away all but the vaguest of memories as Zecora returned to the waking world. A dream powerful enough to leave such an impression was nothing to be trifled with. In her travels she’d heard of such dreams prophesying the future, though most were only recognized as such in retrospect. Unicorns from so-called “civilized” societies wrote this off as coincidence, but Zecora paid them little heed at the best of times, aside from personal acquaintances like Ponyville’s librarian.

She balanced a vial of powdered nightshade in her mouth and poured it into the cauldron. “Divulge the secrets that you hold and show me what my dreams foretold!” she said, feeling her eye twitch. The cauldron couldn’t hear her, but she couldn’t deny that shouting out her impatience gave her momentary satisfaction. But her alchemy didn’t work any faster by haranguing or kicking it, so that moment was all she allowed herself.

A soft thump sounded from outside the hut, making Zecora’s ears prick. One of the local pegasi had picked a fine time to visit her. “There’s nothing I can do for you while I must focus on this brew,” she called out, adding a dash of crystal dust to the concoction in the cauldron. A flash of sickly green light caused her to wince and shield her eyes. With the last ingredient in place, the brew would be able to display an omen with which to sketch an outline of things to come. “This urgent work must now be done! Wait for the rising of the sun!”

Instead of placating her new guests, Zecora’s warning resulted in a few heavy slams against the door, a rude knocking that sounded plenty urgent on its own. Zecora gritted her teeth and focused her eyes on the glowing surface of the brew and the shapes forming on it. She needed to concentrate and take note of what they resembled before the light went back out. In the meantime, the rude pony at her door could wait.

By covering her ears with her hooves, she noticed that a number of round, irregular patches of darker green had formed on the surface, with a larger one at the center of the cauldron. Tendrils began emerging from that large shape, snaking their way around the neighboring smaller ones and pulling them closer into the center, which ended with the shapes merging entirely to form a larger collection of flotsam.

The pattern continued until everything clumped together in a big, gritty mess, remaining for a few seconds until it sank back to the bottom. Zecora blinked and pursed her lips as the cauldron’s glow faded away, making the contents inert. None of the common patterns she had studied resembled anything like this. For a moment the possibilities eluded her, until one returned to her, forcing her to take a step back. Some malevolent force lay on the horizon, with the intent to overwhelm and surround the ponies of Equestria, absorbing them into its being.

Whether it be a literal or metaphorical absorption, the thought of such an apocalyptic event, practically written down in stone, brought a shiver to Zecora’s spine. She bumped her rump into a table, making her jump away from it. The only true memory she brought from her nightmare was a feeling of being irrevocably trapped, legs scrabbling in vain against something enveloping her.

Her chilling thoughts broke at the sound of the pegasus’s hoof ramming into the door with less frequency and more force. A strangled scream halfway between fear and fury echoed from Zecora’s throat as she stormed to the door. “You pester in the dead of night,” she shouted as she shoved the door open, “you’d better bring a dire pl-”

For a split second Zecora saw something big, white and round zooming toward her face, slamming it down to the ground before she could finish her rhyme. When she hit the ground, her head swam for a few minutes, leaving her feeling a shortage of breath. Whatever it was that hit her, at the very least it was a warm, soft place to lay her head, even if it left her short of breath and a bit moist.

It brought back memories of her dream.

Celestia felt Zecora start to thrash seconds after she sat on the poor zebra. Glancing back at the zebra with her head stuck up the royal buttocks, Celestia cast a spell, enveloping her in yellow light. It pushed Zecora’s legs closer and closer to her body, despite the admirable resistance she put up. Clearly she led an active life in the midst of dangerous wildlife.

As Celestia’s spell conjured a thick layer of slime around Zecora, making the upcoming transition much easier, she sighed and shook her head. Twilight had made Zecora sound like such an interesting zebra in her reports, and yet Celestia had to get acquainted with her in such a crude manner.

She rubbed her jaw and winced at the uncomfortable stitches that flared up at the slightest muscle movement. The thought of swallowing another pony made her eyes water, so when she realized that she almost missed someone in the Ponyville area she almost felt tempted to leave her behind. But Twilight would be so cross if Zecora got left behind, and so Celestia found an inspired method of taking her along. Not the most dignified way to go down, but she and Zecora would surely be able to laugh about it later.

Zecora violently swayed to the side, straining against her magical cocoon. Celestia could hear a muffled shout coming from inside her colon, cracking a smile when she heard the meter and structure of those unintelligible words. The smile faded when she remembered another of Zecora’s couplets, the one about the rising sun.

Celestia didn’t have enough time to tarry, and she suspected Zecora wouldn’t want to prolong it anyway. So she carefully lowered her haunches down to the ground, pressing on Zecora’s body and forcing it up her anus. The sound and feeling of magically distorting flesh and bone made her remind herself that she had everything under control. She would be able to engulf Zecora as easily and pleasantly as she had those scores of ponies mere hours ago. All she had to do was ride the woozy elation her stretching hips brought her and—

CRACK!

Her heart leapt up to her throat and she fell over on her side. This time, she thought, she’d truly pushed herself too far, breaking her hips just to spare herself some momentary discomfort, and now the sun would rise late and she would have to—

There was no pain. Celestia glanced back at herself, seeing her hips almost their normal size. She could spot Zecora’s tail lying next to her own and the barest hint of her rear hooves peeking out from behind the white of Celestia’s flank. Clenching her anus and wiggling her hips didn’t bring stabbing agony or a throbbing ache or anything else but mild discomfort.

No, the loud cracking noise had come from elsewhere in the forest, and judging by the shouting from behind the trees, Celestia could guess the location of the source.

CRACK!

The Great and Powerful Trixie’s head whipped behind her back to look at the source of the loud, splintering sound that disturbed her from her trot. The caravan she pulled had listed to the side just an inch or so, an almost imperceptible distance to those who wouldn’t know what to look for. Her walking had ceased to smoothly turn the wheels, instead making a scraping and splintering sound come from underneath. Any further attempts to pull it would only make the sounds worse and make her harness straps dig into her doughy body anyway. So she sighed and slowly unfastened herself from the harness, grumbling as her magic undid the straps around her neck.

“Oh, what a wonderful week Trixie’s having,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Three days spent waiting with baited breath for the finest lumber in Hoofington, two spent directing incompetent craftsmares to recreate Trixie’s wagon, another spent discovering that they failed to properly construct the collapsing stage, causing it to literally collapse!” As her volume rose, the glow around her horn brightened and her magic yanked with greater force at the straps around her body, warping the oppressively constrictive belly band almost to the point of snapping it off.

In her haste to exit the harness, she tangled herself in the straps, her legs flailing in a desperate attempt to right her body and keep her from falling on the ground. She spit a strap out of her mouth and struggled to get herself free. “And now Trixie discovers find that in practicing the mockery of carpentry that the Rafter family calls their trade, they have sold Trixie a shoddy, easily-broken axle, leaving Trixie stranded in the middle of the Everfree Forest! I will have words for them!”

Shrieking loudly enough to rustle the leaves on the trees made Trixie’s head feel like a teakettle coming to boil. Her face flushed with enough heat to aid the illusion, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if steam had erupted from her ears at that moment. But she recognized her uncomfortable position, trussed up and suspended from the wagon tongues with her belly brushing against the ground, and took a few deep breaths before taking a more gentle approach. “Still,” she muttered as she gingerly worked a leg free of straps that dug deep into the skin, “Trixie must shoulder some of the blame. Trixie should have known the futility of asking mere journeymares to replicate her homemade home with all of its subtle mechanisms and enchantments! But no, her hectic schedule demanded fast and cheap results, or so she thought when she decided to cut corners.”

Trixie’s legs came free, one by one. She shook the last straps loose from her body and took time to dust herself off after she set her hooves back on the ground. A quick trot around the wagon and a peek underneath it confirmed Trixie’s suspicions. The rear axle had broken in the middle and collapsed through, both ends getting stuck in the ground. Trixie sniffed the air underneath it, her sharp inhaling sounds breaking the silence of the night.

“Pfaugh!” Trixie jerked her head back and flinched, her face scrunched into an exaggerated look of disgust. “Rotten wood! Have they no shame, letting their material slip so low as to invite termites and water damage?” In half a second she raised a hoof in anger and swung it down to give the wheel a vicious kick, only to pull it away into missing entirely. “No, Trixie shouldn’t damage her precious home any further. She needs to do just the opposite. Somehow.” All she needed was the wood to make a new axle, and the time and opportunity to replace the broken one. It was a simple enough task, for a pony in a forest without a dangerous reputation, or one with the power a certain unicorn possessed. Trixie was neither.

For the first time since her axle broke, Trixie took in her surroundings. Up above, the forest canopy smothered light, only letting the barest sliver of starlight through, which only succeeded outlining the rough shape of the trees. So thick was the darkness below the canopy that Trixie’s horn, glowing a bright pink since she first set hoof inside, failed to shine its light far beyond the length of the wagon. Her eyes darted back and forth to see that nothing new, nothing dangerous, had emerged from the unknown void since the milliseconds she looked last. “T-Trixie must remember that a shortcut is not always viable simply because she can fit the caravan through.”

A snapping branch made Trixie jump in the air, turning completely around upon landing. “Stay back! Trixie has an axe! She’ll use it if she has to!” She backed away and put a hoof on the bottom step to the caravan’s back door, and sucked in a lungful of muggy forest air. The instant her inhalation reached a certain volume, something responded in kind, letting out a low, deep rumbling growl.

Trixie zipped into the caravan and slammed the door behind her, bracing herself against it and panting so deeply she could see her belly wobbling from her heaving lungs. She felt her heart pounding against her spine, feeling like it would burst from her chest and sending blood surging through her body fast enough to make her head spin. “Why did you take a shortcut, Trixie?” she mumbled to herself. “You keep on making stupid, stupid mistakes! The ursa, the amulet, the eating contest, the shortcut! Now what, Trixie? Now what?”

Silence reigned, the loudest sound by far being the rush of blood through her ears. Whatever made that noise hadn’t come closer, hadn’t started circling the wagon in anticipation, waiting for the delectable, juicy pony inside to reveal herself as the thing’s dinner. Her heart and breathing settled down. “Trixie must brave the forest and ask the mayor for aid. She forgave Trixie, she invited Trixie back, so surely Ponyville will come to my aid.”

She mumbled to herself, listing the ponies she vaguely remembered from her first two visits to Ponyville as she pushed aside books and props for her magic act, recently polished and maintained; the blueprints and schematics for her wagon, with which she first built it several years ago; and the mounds of snack cakes and other preserved foodstuffs she’d bought as a way of tightening her budget for the cost of a new wagon at the expense of her waistline. Fat lot of good that did her, and she did mean fat. Trixie had somehow gained thick love handles, chubby cheeks, thunder thighs, bulging, blubbery buttocks, and a stomach that made her look like she had stocked up fat to hibernate through a multiple pregnancy. Feeling her blubber bounce during her act was something she had to distract herself from, not helped by the audience members giving each other confused looks and gossiping amongst themselves about her new appearance. It would only be a matter of time until they started leaving, unless she could work off her pudge with good old-fashioned logging for lumber.

A smile graced her face, making her cheeks dimple, as she found her old axe. Since she built the wagon, she hadn’t had much reason to use it, but thankfully she could never bring herself to throw it away. Closer inspection revealed that the edge had seen better days, but she couldn’t be picky in this situation. It would still prove to be a better means of self-defense than her magic alone, even if it couldn’t stop an angry ursa.

With a nervous gulp, she opened the door back outside and slowly edged back out the door, levitating the axe in front of her. “Let Trixie see,” she muttered, glancing around at the trees she could see. “Ponyville is this way. I only have another mile or so to go.” She felt her heart thumping in her chest again as she took her first hesitant step further onto the path ahead. Every few steps, she glanced back at her wagon, which faded from view until she could no longer discern its shape. This fact made her shudder and stop, standing still and hesitating to take another step forward. Shadows surrounded her, concealing Celestia knew how many evil, bloodthirsty monsters waiting to sink their teeth into her.

The sound of her ragged, nervous breathing mingled with the sudden rustling of a bush. Trixie’s head whipped around to see it and before she could stop herself she swung her axe at whatever lurked in the bushes. The axe stopped dead in the middle in the air, the pink aura surrounding it being displaced with a golden yellow. “Who’s there?” Trixie asked with a high-pitched, quavering voice.

Instead of a fearsome beast intent on rending her limb from limb for trespassing, the bush parted to reveal the majestic form of Princess Celestia. She shook herself free of the tangle of scratchy leaves and branches, wincing at one or two which dug across her coat. As she walked, she swayed her rear in a jerky, strangely hypnotic manner, attracting Trixie’s focused stare. The princess shook her flanks in her presence! Trixie felt her face heat again, but this time it felt more like a warm body under a blanket, next to a fire. Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps she just wanted to scratch an itch.

Celestia cleared her throat, rubbing it with the edge of her hoof, and beheld the dumbstruck showmare who had to desperately pretend that she wasn’t spellbound by her majesty’s appearance, however scuffed she was by her surroundings. “Ahem. Hello, my little pony. Are you in need of assistance?”

With a loose, slow motion, Trixie nodded and looked back where she came. “T-Trixie’s cart was poorly constructed, your majesty. An axel rotted through, forcing Trixie to get help with the issue and in addition regret that she attempted to-”

A delicate chuckle interrupted Trixie’s speech. Celestia held a hoof to her mouth and smiled, turning a statuesque face into a grand semblance of joy. What marvelous cheekbones her majesty had. Trixie had never even noticed them until now. “Oh, I believe I can forgive you just this once,” Celestia said, setting the axe down on the ground. “I was never in any danger, Trixie.”

Trixie’s face gained a pink tinge as a shaky smile crept onto her face. Her ears folded back and her eyes grew wide as saucers. She let out a sigh. “You know Trixie’s name?” she asked with the squeaky excitement of a filly who had just received an early birthday present.

Celestia gave her a bemused smile. “Well, yes. You were a student at my school, after all, and Twilight has told me so much about you. It seems you’ve still been getting in and out of troublesome situations, if her letters are any indication.”

“Oh!” Trixie fell back on her haunches, squishing them against the dirt. A flood of words built up inside her. “Trixie has been meaning to apologize to you for some time now! She had no idea that Twilight Sparkle was your protégé! I take back every nasty thing I ever said about her and Moondancer and Glimmerdust and, and the professors!” Celestia’s eyes flitted between meeting Trixie’s own eyes and examining her body, now slumped over her stomach, head drooping down in shame. “Trixie realizes now that she had disregarded important advice and didn’t pay you heed and she had no idea that the Alicorn Amulet would-”

She felt the cool metal of Celestia’s horseshoe sinking into the pudge on her belly, making the flood of apologies curdle and die in her throat. Her majesty Princess Celestia, the sovereign ruler of Equestria and one of the most beautiful mares that Trixie had ever seen in her life, had touched her fluffiness. The gracious serene face of this wise and gracious leader broke into an amused smile as she moved the offending hoof left and right, forward and back. “I don’t remember you being quite so… thick,” Celestia said, sounding like she had to hold back a giggle.

“Fluffy!” Trixie almost put her hooves to her mouth, but held back and pouted instead. “T-Trixie is fluffy. Her diet has slipped by the wayside and she knows it must change b-”

Now the royal hoof pressed gently against her lips, leaving Trixie in the middle of giving it an impromptu kiss. “I meant no offense, my little pony!” Celestia said, her voice soothing Trixie and allowing her to let out a slow breath. “I would love to hear more from you, but I must be off to Canterlot and I have little time to spare. Would you care to join me?”

“Yes!” Trixie blurted out. She got back to her hooves and dusted herself off. “B-but Trixie must repair her wagon and move it to a safer location than this.”

Celestia moved her hoof to the side of Trixie’s head, running it against her mane. Trixie could almost feel herself melting at the touch. “I’ll have my guards take good care of your wagon while we’re gone. It will be their first priority, I assure you.”

Trixie could feel her heart beating in her chest. She cast a worried glance back at the wagon and bit her lip. There were so many things in there she couldn’t afford to lose… but a look back at the princess made her smile again. She could trust Celestia to deliver her from the Everfree Forest and shoddy construction. “Very well. So, how shall Trixie travel with you? Do you want Trixie to ride on your back?”

Another smirk graced Celestia’s face. “Not quite.”

After hundreds of thousands of times raising the sun, Princess Celestia had long since gained an instinct for when to move it. She could best describe it as a sensation that crept up on her as the night waned, coiling inside of her like a spring that could only be released when the sun rose. For the most part, it didn’t feel like an urgent, crippling need, but a polite reminder to do her duty incorporated into her body, one which she was only too happy to follow.

As she flew into Canterlot, she tried to feel the hundreds of ponies she’d also incorporated into her body. She sighed and smiled as she felt warmth pouring from her belly, rubbing it gently with a hoof. Perhaps it was just a side-effect of having exerted herself so much in quarantining Ponyville, or something she imagined, but she preferred to think that her subjects’ love sustained her. But for a moment her smile wavered. Wasn’t this fairly similar to how changelings functioned? Did she enjoy her subjects’ safety and proximity, or their bodies and flavor? If they loved her so much, why didn’t she trust them to get inside on their own power?

The sight of Canterlot coming up on the horizon distracted her from such counterproductive thoughts. Her spirits fell as she saw a grey speck or two flitting between the spires. More of them appeared, darting back and forth from view until she saw a small colony patrolling the skies in a much tighter pattern than their usual relaxed formation. The Night Guard were on full patrol tonight, no doubt roused by her sister when they discovered she was missing. Celestia supposed that placing her best illusion on a collection of pillows under her blanket was a longshot in retrospect.

She could have tried to fly past their patrol and avoid detection, but she was never skilled at stealth, and they would know she had returned soon enough. The temptation to fly behind one and secretly devour them, discovering the taste of their leathery wings and relishing in it, lingered longer. If she felt daring, she could place herself into their flight path and open their mouth, waiting for them to barrel down her throat as Rainbow Dash had done. The thought of it made her salivate.

No, Celestia reminded herself. That would be too foolish. Besides, these were no ordinary ponies, but trained protectors, the best that Luna could find. They didn’t need her protection from the coming disaster. So she dove to the balcony of her bedroom, crossing one guard’s field of vision. Her grim expression made him disrupt his flight path and come to an awkward stop. As Celestia passed him by, he stared for a moment before correcting his course and following her.

“Your majesty!” he called out as she glanced his way. “Are you hurt? Where have you been? Princess Luna has been looking for you all night. She’s beside herself with worry.”

With a sigh, Celestia landed on the balcony, clicking her hooves on the stone floor. “I’m sorry to have made you and your compatriots worry, my little pony,” she told the patrolpony as he landed on the railing. “A dire emergency has surfaced and I needed to investigate the matter myself. In my haste I forgot to notify Luna of my departure.” She sighed and looked out to the mountains, feeling the urge to raise the sun near its full volume. “I suspect she will be cross with me, and I will gladly bear her scorn as soon as the sun is risen.” Her head bowed in shame, pointing her horn at the point where the sun would appear.

The guard winced and covered his eyes with a hoof to spare himself the bright light that flared from Celestia’s body. Her contours blurred and she glowed a bright orange, with yellow, blank eyes. “Yes, of course, your majesty,” he stammered, taking wing again. She paid him no heed, lost in a centuries-old rite.

Not many ponies could look upon either of Equestria’s rulers for more than a few seconds when they raised the sun and the moon. Celestia could shorten the ritual enough to provide a spectacle during the Summer Sun Celebration, but for the rest of the year she channeled the heat and light of the sun for several minutes, an avatar of its power on Equestrian soil. Having spent their lives in Luna’s absence, the castle staff soon discovered her own ritual to be just as impressive and intense, instead channeling the cold, empty void in which she hung the moon and stars.

Of course, each sister found the other’s ritual easy to endure, and so Princess Luna stood still as a statue behind her sister, glaring a hole in the back of her head.

She would not have to consult the royal carpenter to repair the hinges to the door, nor would she need to ask him to repair any holes she made in the palace walls. Those days were behind her, especially in light of her reputation as Nightmare Moon. Only foals and despots threw such destructive temper tantrums. Princesses expressed their anger and disappointment in what ought to have been equals in more subtle and ephemeral ways. Pillows under the bed sheets indeed! Had they regressed back to foalhood?

From the corner of her awareness Luna caught on to something odd about her sister’s aura. It made her blink for the first time in minutes. Before she could give it another look, the sun finished rising over the distant mountains, traveling with enough momentum to carry it over to the opposite horizon at the end of the day. Luna blinked again as she watched her sister’s body dim back to its normal white. She worked over the ritual calculations in her mind, trying to remember its normal duration, but stopped when she saw Celestia turn around. Luna’s glare returned. She was supposed to be angry at her.

Celestia winced when she saw Luna’s stony face, but quickly regained her composure and walked to her. She raised her hoof to rest it on Luna’s shoulder. “Lulu—”

“Do not ‘Lulu’ me, sister!” Luna replied, brushing the hoof away and narrowing her eyes further. “I have kept the Night Guard on high alert for hours because the country’s ruler had gone missing, and somepony or something had taken the time to conceal her absence. I roused from slumber a dozen of Canterlot’s best mages to comb over the enchantments in thine bedroom, scattered the swiftest and most keen-eyed pegasi to the four winds to locate thee, and had nearly resigned myself to drafting a speech to address and inform the public, and in doing so declaring an official state of emergency.”

Luna took a step forward and pushed her head up to Celestia’s. Their muzzles were scarcely an inch apart. “And now I discover thee alive and well, with the mages having come to the conclusion that the illusion was of thine own making. I eagerly await thine excuse for having deceived me and many of thy most loyal, hardworking subjects. Please enlighten me.”

She sighed and shook her head, glancing at Celestia again, but another glance at her confirmed one other incidental detail that her anger had blinded her to: there was much less of Celestia than she’d seen the day before. “And perhaps thou couldst also enlighten me as to how thou hast regained thy figure in the meantime?”

“Your majesty, are you even listening to me?” asked Captain Tower Shield. A hulking draft horse with a chestnut-colored mane and soot-grey coat, he looked nothing like his predecessor as Captain of the Guard. Where Shining Armor had a slighter build and a more handsome, boyish charm that made several mares envious of his eventual bride, Tower Shield appeared to be a block of stone carved vaguely in the shape of a pony, with a boxy muzzle and thick bones. Celestia and Luna had both agreed that though he would never be as personable as Shining Armor, he would help redouble Canterlot’s defense in the wake of the debacle at the royal wedding. Luna had been surprised to see that a pony like him still existed, having thought that such stallions belonged exclusively to a more medieval era, predating her banishment. Now he stared down a princess who had become even thicker, but in the opposite way.

Celestia unpuffed her cheeks and swallowed the mouthful of cake she was chewing. “Of course I’m listening to you, Captain. You’ve presented your case for a new recruitment drive to make up for a deficiency in newcomers to the royal guard, which I agree is a pressing issue that needs to be *URP* remedied.” She pressed a hoof to her mouth and wiped it with a napkin. “Pardon me.”

Moving her leg in such a manner made the squishy volume of her body all the more apparent. Her constant snacking on cake had inflated her to wobbling, almost spherical proportions. Fat had crept in and staked its claim on most of her body, especially her rear and belly. Her four legs compressed and squeezed it when she stood and walked, making her rub flesh against flesh almost constantly, occasionally brushing the hanging swell of her gut against the tile floor as well. What was once a toned, firm pair of buttocks now hung like huge sacks of pudding over her hind legs, the cutie marks on them nearly as big as the average mare. She had also developed folds of fat and skin on her back, along with mounds of padding on her shoulders. Her peytral was gone, far too small to fit on a neck nearly wide enough to blend formlessly into her chest, and her face carried a doughy second chin and a pair of thick, fleshy cheeks.

Tower Shield winced as she belched, turning away from his princess, and gave Luna a glance that she had learned to recognize as pleading, at least as much as a weathered old soldier like Tower Shield could spare. She sighed and turned back to Celestia. “What concerns Captain Shield is that thou hast not ceased devouring cake since the meeting began. I hath seen various royal bakers running back and forth from the royal kitchen to supply thee with new cakes to eat throughout the last three functions thou hast attended. Miss Black Forest looks as though she hath run a marathon on thy behalf.”

“How does that concern Captain Shield?” Celestia asked, turning her head to look at Luna. Her hoof clinked against an empty plate, causing her to briefly glance down at it. Just then, the plate zipped away, pulled off the table by a pudgy, dark brown earth pony wearing a chef’s hat. Without saying a word, she replaced it with a thick, tall, sumptuous cake made in her namesake style, one that she had to carry on her back. After giving the princesses a curt bow and taking a moment to catch her breath and wipe her brow, she put the empty plate on her back and trotted off to the kitchens. “I’m giving him the attention his proposal is due. My attention has rarely drifted away from him, hasn’t it?”

Luna sighed. “Technically this is true, but thou still hath a mouth full of cake for much of the meeting. Thou givest him the same attention that a pony gives to a moving picture, rapturously filling their mouths and stomachs with popped corn. Art thou aware of how inconsiderate this seems to the captain?”

The first chunk of black forest cake stopped inches from Celestia’s open mouth, wrapped in the golden glow of her magic. “Ah. Well. You bring up an excellent point, Luna.” She put it back to fit unevenly into the rest of the cake. “My apologies, Captain.”

Tower Shield coughed and fidgeted in place. “There is another matter that I wish to bring up to you. That being…” He bit his lip and glanced at an imaginary spot on the side wall.

Celestia leaned her head in close, compressing the fat at the front of her body. “Yes, Captain?”

He sighed. “You are by far the fattest pony I have ever seen in my life, your majesty, and that wasn’t even remotely true two weeks ago. I worry about what this will do to your reputation and the example you’ll set for the guard.”

Luna almost had to laugh at how stunned Celestia seemed to be at this revelation. Celestia looked down at her body, seeing how obese she’d become for the first time. She kneaded her front hooves into her belly, squishing the thick fat that got there while she hadn’t noticed. With each fondling of her body, Tower Shield’s face twitched until he winced and looked away, covering his face with a hoof. “Yes, yes, you aren’t imagining that, your majesty, not unless we all are too!”

“I apologize,” Celestia said, pulling her gaze away from her body and back to Tower Shield. “I hadn’t realized that my eating habits were causing you so much distress. I’ll have to figure out a way to get back into shape.”

“Indeed,” Luna said, pulling away the black forest cake. Celestia nearly reached for it to take it back, but instead stopped her hoof and looked pained to see it go. “We will have to hire a personal trainer and dietician to restore your weight as quickly as possible before your next public appearance.

“Y-yes.” Celestia bit her lip and folder her ears back. “Thank the both of you for bringing this to my attention.” She gave Tower Shield a sheepish smile, dimpling her cheeks and folding her ears. He responded with a shaky smile of his own. Luna had rarely ever seen him smile, and it looked like an uncomfortable act under normal circumstances.

Luna thought about how she would best solve the problem of having her sister lose hundreds of pounds in time for her to resume a public appearance and cover up her overindulging. Little did she know that, come next morning, Celestia would apparently solve it herself.

Celestia winced and glanced at a space to the right of Luna’s head for a split-second. The gesture almost certainly implied a measure of guilt from her, recognition of an error. Now Luna needed to know of Celestia’s sincerity and reasons.

“You’re right,” her sister said, head bowed. “I should have told you. But when I discovered what happened to Ponyville, I couldn’t…” Celestia hesitated. “I couldn’t involve you. I didn’t want to burden you with my responsibility.”

Even Princess Luna could get chills, and anypony who thought otherwise need only have watched her shiver at the implication. Fond memories of Ponyville, the town where she discovered what it meant to have fun and the true meaning of Nightmare Night, home of a close friend and onetime savior, surfaced, crowding out her anger. Did she want Celestia’s words to be true or didn’t she? “What responsibility is this? What happenstance do you speak of?”

Instead of giving an immediate reply, Celestia stepped into her bedroom, waiting for Luna to follow. Luna saw that the trio of experts she had called in had lingered to double-check their work. Three middle-aged unicorns, all skilled in the realm of magical analysis, saw Celestia’s approach and exhaled in relief. Luna could see that they at least could push aside thoughts of curiosity and confusion. “As I prepared to sleep and leave castle matters in your hooves,” Celestia said, “a foreboding sensation passed over me. I felt it deep within my soul, and I needed to confirm that the worst hadn’t happened yet.”

“Another one of your hunches, sister?” Luna asked. Time and again she’d seen Celestia entrust other ponies, Luna most definitely included, with tasks that they failed to understand until serendipity ensured that a crisis had passed as a direct result. Truly it was a shame that Celestia had no such premonition about Nightmare Moon, or else she might not have taken Luna’s aid for granted so often. But it was, as the modern mare said, water under the bridge.

Celestia frowned, as if she could see the thoughts behind Luna’s words. “Of a sort, yes. In this case, I will spare you my ‘needless obfuscation’ and tell you that the Smooze will return to Equestria.”

The faces of the experts in the room, which had lost their initial elation by the second, dropped their jaws and turned to look at each other, confirming that they did not mishear Celestia. Luna herself felt a vague sense of unease and folded her ears back.

“I take it you’ve been briefed on the Smooze since your return?” Celestia asked.

“‘twas not an official briefing,” Luna admitted, not quite able to meet Celestia’s eyes, “but I hath spent many nights learning of the millennium I spent banished. There are few surviving texts regarding the Smooze, but even with such meager information…” From the scraps she could find, multiple scenarios came to mind, all of which presented a case for why historians had allowed further information to fall by the wayside. “Please leave us,” she muttered to the unicorns in the room.

They nodded, still stunned, and filed out the door. Celestia raised a hoof and opened her mouth, halfway between calling them back and letting them leave. “Thou wished to speak to them?” Luna asked.

Celestia pursed her lips and thought. “I had meant to spread knowledge of the spell that was used to defeat the Smooze when it first appeared, though it is quite an unorthodox enchantment and it may take some convincing for them to cast it.”

Luna blinked. Surely Celestia had not resorted to the dark arts to seal the Smooze away? “And why is this?”

Instead of a direct answer, Celestia extracted from her mane a worn old tome, showing clear signs of age but cared for well enough that its condition was still better than expected. She opened the book to a specific page and passed it to Luna. “See for yourself,” she told her.

On the page, Luna saw an illustration depicting the flow of magical energy through an equine body, paying special attention to their digestive system and barrel. Her eyes scanned every line detailing the process of casting Lambent Barrel’s Ravening Dweomer, a process which nestled into her memory with barely a conscious effort.

Flipping the page, she came upon a laymare’s explanation of the spell’s effects. Every new line made her eyes widen until it felt like they would pop right out of their sockets. Her mouth dried up and she clenched her entire face. Though the spell was not corrupt by nature, Luna almost wished it was. Dark magic was at least something she could understand, but the bodily alterations present here utterly baffled her.

With a shudder, she passed the book back to Celestia. “What perversion of sorcery is this, and how did it come into your possession?” she asked in a shaky voice. She hadn’t realized her breath had caught in her throat until then.

“I found it in Twilight’s library,” Celestia told her, setting the book on her bed. “Not a soul remained in Ponyville when I visited in the dead of night, so when I confirmed my fears, I immediately s-sought the spell and brought it back!” She struggled to tell Luna, stammering out the sentence with unnecessary force and twisting her face. It was an odd way to show grief and worry for hundreds of ponies lost, but the news itself overshadowed it in Luna’s mind.

“What? Every single pony had left the town?” Luna asked.

Celestia winced again, as if she’d just been dealt a blow on the head. “No, not left! They’d been abducted by cultists as sacrifices to recreate the Smooze!”

Anger flared in Luna’s breast. “WHAT?” she shouted with the force of a lion’s roar, blowing Celestia’s mane back like a wind tunnel. “We shall smite these black-hearted fiends and banish them to the darkest depths of the royal dungeons for even considering such an atrocity! Hast thou found the slightest clue to their location, Tia?”

“None, I’m afraid.” Celestia sniffed the air a few times, appearing as though she had to make herself look Luna in the face. “They covered their tracks too well.” Her eye twitched a few times, the sign of a mare who had stayed awake too long and strung herself out during those extra hours.

Luna sighed. She felt a twinge of remorse for having doubted her sister minutes before. “We will find them, Tia,” she said, putting a hoof on Celestia’s shoulder. I shall send every detective and investigator in Canterlot to investigate this and find the townsponies before disaster befalls them. This I swear.”

Celestia sighed and nodded. “I know, Luna. But I can’t help worrying anyway, especially about Twilight Sparkle. I also spotted the abandoned wagon of the showmare Trixie on the edge of the Everfree forest, so I hope that you will send somepony to look after it in her absence.”

“Verily.” Luna could see that Celestia hesitated in revealing something else. “Sister?”

“I may have panicked and disturbed evidence in Ponyville. Forensic investigations aren’t my forte, so I couldn’t tell you what I may or may not have destroyed, but it is a possibility. I’m sorry, Luna.”

For a few moments Luna narrowed her eyes at Celestia. Disturbed evidence? She tried to remember a time when Celestia was that clumsy, but after the long night she had she was willing to put that question aside. “Well, I have faith that our detectives will not find it an insurmountable obstacle.”

As she turned to leave, she spotted the book lying on the bed again. “Celestia, thou truly wish for me to spread knowledge of this spell thou showed me?” When Celestia nodded, she frowned. “Then thou must inform me as to how such an elaborate exercise in mutation and… confinement could possibly have preserved Equestria, or accomplished anything aside from... aiding in the abduction of innocents!”

“Yes,” Celestia said, looking thoughtful. “That may well be the means by which Ponyville was depopulated, but…” She sighed. “Perhaps I should tell you how the Smooze came and went so you can understand.” As Luna opened her mouth, Celestia held up her hoof. “Don’t worry, sister, don’t worry. I will be brief.”

“The Smooze came without warning, interrupting our daily life and taking us all by surprise. When an ocean of purple ooze crested over the horizon, engulfing other towns and defying gravity by flowing uphill and adhering to our highest peaks, we knew we only had so much time to evacuate the city. But it wasn’t nearly enough time to get everypony out, especially considering that the Cloudsdale was the only place the Smooze couldn’t reach. In the end, barely any earth ponies escaped the flooding of Canterlot, and some of the less magically apt unicorns succumbed as well. Even some pegasi were snatched from midair by tentacles that the Smooze formed to catch them.

“In the initial engulfing of Canterlot, I could do little to stop the Smooze. Without you and the Elements of Harmony, I had no trump card that could stop it, and all of my other magic proved useless against the massive, all-encompassing tide. All I could do was aid in the evacuation like any other Pegasus or high wizard, snatching them away before they could be submerged. For every pony we took, there were at least two whose gasping hooves and panicked faces sank down below before we could reach them.

“We couldn’t swim below and reach them, not just because it put us at risk of being engulfed as well, but even just the Smooze’s touch had an adverse effect on ponies. Whatever the Smooze was made of, it soaked into the skin on contact and caused negative emotions to overwhelm the afflicted pony, making them irritable, apathetic and uncooperative. I know this because it splashed me, and soon afterwards I abandoned rescue attempts completely.

“It shames me to admit it, but I abandoned the ponies of Canterlot that day. I thought of them not as innocent souls in need of rescue, but as parasites and sychophants who used the two of us to make their lives easier, showering me with compliments to swell my ego and abuse your trust. I blamed all of them for your downfall and ran away, resisting their attempts to get me well again. Only when I started turning my anger inward did the pegasi have the opportunity to douse me with rainwater and tell me what had happened.

“By the time I flew back to Cloudsdale, tail between my legs, the leaders of the city and the magical community were well into debating a solution to the problem, but had no ideas and no forthcoming solutions. All seemed lost until Lambent Barrel waddled into the room and gave Equestria a way out.

“Lambent Barrel was not a popular stallion with the unicorn intelligentsia, and as such there are less records of him than notable luminaries like Starswirl the Bearded, Sine Wave, or Synchronus the Spirited. While most wizards of historical note took the path of academia to satisfy their curiosity about the mysteries of the universe, bolster their own ego and confidence in their intellectual superiority, or further the collective understanding of the arcane sciences for the benefit of ponykind as a whole, Lambent Barrel’s own studies centered on hedonism.

“As you implied, he was a pervert, a shameless glutton who never met an erotic fantasy he didn’t like. He did have standards, enough to keep himself from falling to the wrath of the law and being shut out of normal social circles entirely. But rumors circulated regardless, rumors of depraved orgies in secret chambers of his estate where excessive carnal acts took place, especially that of Lambent Barrel himself devouring large quantities of food and multiple living ponies using the very spell you just read. When he appeared in public with a swollen stomach, the souls of his partners stored in stasis as glowing lights shining through his barrel skin, it wasn’t difficult for most ponies to combine this with the long leaves of absence and vacations certain ponies took and come to a conclusion, though thankfully they always returned sooner or later.

“I’d imagine that when he burst into the meeting chamber, nearly immobile with fat and with so many pinpoints of light on his belly that they blurred together and created a light big and strong enough to illuminate the darkest cave, he only made the atmosphere tenser. He tried to explain through crosstalk just how many ponies he had rescued by swallowing them, fighting against protests that he was no better than the Smooze. But only when he explained how much of the Smooze itself he swallowed, without being overcome by the effects of exposure, that the ponies fell silent and listened to him.”

“You ATE the Smooze?” Luna blurted out. It was at this point that she could no longer contain herself, after minutes of listening patiently to Celestia’s tale. Her expression had shifted from sympathy at the second-hand depiction of helplessness and dark thoughts enveloping her soul, to increasing discomfort breaking through a veneer of politeness, to open-mouthed shock. She got up from her spot on the floor and looked at Celestia like she had just grown a second head.

Celestia had to admit that she felt mirthful at the prospect of revealing to Luna the preposterous truth of the incident. She had to resist the urge to crack a smile and imply that she had spoken in jest. “Not alone, Luna. I had the aid of hundreds of ponies, since I doubt even Lambent Barrel’s spell could help me eat it all myself.”

Luna was clearly tongue-tied, which made Celestia lose her reserve and giggle at her cute, flustered little sister. It was a better reaction than drooling at Luna, since Celestia had just determined that Luna was the origin of the most delicious scent she could detect in the castle. Of all the culinary delights she could suddenly sniff out, one that was smoky, sweet and bitter, like an exotic spiced dessert she had never tried before. But that was Luna’s scent, and now she had to restrain herself from leaning forward and suckling on her horn, giving her a taste and letting saliva run down her horn, before she cast the spell to make the horn floppy and easier to swallow, so that she could stuff Luna’s head down her throat and-

“TIA!”

The Royal Canterlot voice snapped Celestia out of her trance, allowing her to notice that her sister looked peeved that Celestia had zoned out. “I swear to all that is holy that I am not lying or even exaggerating, Luna. The spell allowed us to safely devour the Smooze in concert, though recovering from the process took quite a bit of time.”

Another hesitation from Luna. Celestia was certain she was asking herself whether or not she wanted to ask further questions. “Why?”

“Digestion and weight loss, for the most part.” Celestia’s face turned red as she remembered the size she and her fellow saviors grew to when all was said and done. If Luna thought she was embarrassingly massive yesterday, she would turn as white as Celestia herself when she saw the sight of massive, hill-sized, tautly-stretched stomachs with ponies attached on top, the divided Smooze trying in vain to get out and only succeeding in making them wobble.

Luna’s face, by contrast, had started turning green. “And the ponies who were enveloped? Did you at least manage to rescue the Equestrian population?”

Celestia bit her lip. She recalled the spots of light floating across the surface of her stomach and those of all the other wizards, waiting for the opportunity to be regenerated and released. “Eventually, yes.”

Silence filled the air as they looked at each other. Celestia could swear she heard a clock ticking. “You saw how the spell allowed for—”

Luna shuddered. “Yes. Yes I did.”

“Lambent Barrel wrote an autobiography if you want to verify—”

“No no, I believe thee, sister.” Luna held up her hooves to block Celestia’s view of her face. “I need not learn more about the particulars of his sordid life to aid our nation. I thank thee for thine hunch and I will endeavor to do aid thee in putting these villains in their place!”

Celestia made herself yawn and smiled at Luna. “Thanks, Lulu. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it well enough, but just in case, you should help as many unicorns learn Lambent Barrel’s spell as possible, especially our court mages and members of the Royal and Night Guard.”

“I shall spread the word, Tia,” Luna said, somewhat uncertain. “Shall we go to breakfast now?”

“No,” Celestia said. Her eyelids drooped down as she squinted ahead. She didn’t feel tired at all, since she still felt the ponies channeling energy inside of her, but Luna couldn’t know, not yet. “I wore myself out looking for Twilight and her friends, and I’ve stayed up far past my bedtime.” She blinked and yawned again, then took off her horseshoes and tiara, setting them aside on the floor. “Could you please let me take a nap for an hour or two? If it’s not too much trouble?”

Luna raised an eyebrow at this request, but nodded and gave her a soft smile. “Sleep well, Tia. I’ll ensure that nopony disturbs your rest.” She left Celestia’s bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.

Seconds passed. Celestia rested her head upon her pillow and closed her eyes, swiveling her ears to detect any hint of another equine presence. Her horn glowed as she cast a spell on the walls, blocking sound from outside the room. “You can come out now, Trixie,” she whispered.

The rotund showmare spilled forth from the wispy, iridescent strands of Celestia’s mane, belly-flopping onto the mattress and gasping for air. Her hoof pressed against her soft chest, feeling her heart thudding inside. “Trixie could barely breathe! Though your mane does smell heavenly, your majesty. Really, Trixie has no other complaEEEP!”

Celestia’s hooves continued pressing into Trixie’s squishy belly, giving her a deep massage and feeling up every ounce of blubber she’d put on. She lowered her head down and gently nuzzled against the swell of Trixie’s gut, then looked up into her eyes, seeing Trixie’s eyes wide, her jaw dropped, and a blushing red hue crowding out her natural blue.

“Oh, do pardon me,” Celestia said with a laugh. “I seem to have mistaken you for one of my pillows.”

Trixie snickered and burst into a barely repressed fit of giggles. “Well, if your majesty decrees The Round and Comfortable Trixie to be the new royal headrest…” She rolled onto her back and smiled, hesitantly raising a hoof to give her stomach a pat.

It squished underneath Celestia’s head as she gently lowered it onto Trixie, making the both of them continue giggling. Trixie’s body felt warm and soft beneath her, and if Celestia felt like she could fall asleep at all, she knew she’d be out like a light in a matter of seconds.

“So, where were we?” she asked Trixie. “I seem to recall you being very eager to impress and make a good impression on me.” Trixie had stumbled over her words and thrown composure to the wind, but was endearing in a rather childlike way. Celestia had to give her an A for effort.

The observation made Trixie scrunch her nose and puff out her cheeks, looking away from Celestia. “Well, Trixie could hardly afford to make an enemy of our glorious leader, could she?” she said in a huff. “Trixie can hardly thing of a better opportunity to spread buzz for her act!”

Celestia’s bare hoof, pearlescent and framed by neatly-trimmed fetlocks, stroked the strands of Trixie’s mane. It seemed to her that the warmth from Trixie’s body had started spreading through her own, and it felt odd. “Trixie, you know how many times I’ve been around the block, so to speak. I think I’m detecting another reason behind your feelings.” She shifted her head, adjusting her ‘pillow’ for further comfort. “I’d be curious to know more. Your secret’s safe with me.”

From the way Trixie’s lip quivered and her hooves fidgeted, the picture came together almost without Trixie having to say anything. “W-well. Ever since Trixie began enrollment at your school and saw you in the flesh, well, surely you’ve received endless sonnets and adulations on your peerless beauty and how you stir the hearts of millions and bring out the best in ponykind, and even a mare like Trixie wouldn’t merit much notice—”

“You have a crush on me?”

Celestia could hear Trixie’s pulse racing. “Y-yes. Trixie’s crush,” she whispered, performing a remarkable impression of Fluttershy.

It also seemed clear to Celestia that the sudden influx of warmth in her body was not a result of proximity to Trixie, at least not in the way she thought. “Now that I think about it,” she said, “you’ve already merited some notice from me, Trixie, beyond me just seeing an opportunity to do a good deed for a subject.”

“I have?” Trixie squeaked.

“Oh yes,” Celestia nodded, her own face getting a blush to it. “Such a boisterous and confident entertainer, with an excellent sense of style and panache. You remind me of the last mare to steal my heart.” She took her head off of Trixie’s belly and gathered her up in her forelegs, grunting as she hefted her up into bear hug, squeezing Trixie hard enough to knock the breath out of her lungs.

Trixie gasped and blinked, an astonished smile creeping onto her face. Celestia could almost see her optimism soar high into the sky. “You are too kind to Trixie, your majesty. Too kind by far.”

“And such beautiful curves, too.” Celestia sighed and traced a circle around one of Trixie’s cutie marks. “Everything wonderful about you in quite a remarkable package.”

The look on Trixie’s face got brighter with each new word, and Celestia couldn’t help but share in her feelings. It truly was like High Wire had returned to her from the great beyond. The last time that mare had graced her bedchamber and pleasured her loins predated the birth of any of Trixie’s grandparents, by her estimation, and since then the need had just fallen by the wayside. It wasn’t until she had met Trixie and held her up close that she realized just how much she was missing. “Trixie, would you like to taste me?” she asked, stroking her new friend between the legs.

“I… I… Trixie…” Trixie looked like she might be on the verge of fainting or panicking, but she smelled like he was on the verge of something else entirely. “If that is what you wish, your majesty. T-Trixie has never performed that particular trick before, but she is a fast learner.”

“Don’t worry, Trixie,” Celestia said as she turned Trixie around, balancing that round body atop her slender one. She sat up and pointed Trixie straight down, shoving her face-down between the royal legs and pointing Trixie’s rear straight up, giving Celestia an excellent view. “I haven’t tasted a mare like this in a long time. We can discover the finer points of the act together.”

She gently pushed her muzzle between Trixie’s cheeks and started to nuzzle her moist vagina, slowly licking it with long, loving strokes. The sumptuous taste of mixed berries hit Celestia, making her pick up the pace as she heard Trixie’s soft whimpers. Her magic gently pushed Trixie’s head down into her own pussy, causing Trixie’s tongue to press hard between her folds. Trixie’s licks were a bit hard and clumsy, but they brushed up against Celestia’s more sensitive areas. Hopefully the volume of Celestia’s moaning would be able to guide her to touching them more reliably.

Trixie’s orgasm came when Celestia moved to the clitoris, moving the tip of her tongue in circles around the little button ever so slowly. It made Trixie gasp and whimper at the same time, sending a little spurt of her juices into Celestia’s mouth. As Celestia paused to lap up the syrup on her face, Trixie began to mimic her movements. “A-am I doing it right, princess?” she asked.

Celestia didn’t need to think hard about the answer to the question. Trixie’s tongue movements lacked much in the way of finesse, but she was pressing so hard into her out of earnestness that it was hard to complain. “Ngh! I… I’m enjoying myself so far. You taste a bit… like blueberries, or perhaps strawberries. It’s a wonderful flavor.”

“Hmm? You don’t taste like anything else, princess. You’re just… sweet and rich.” Trixie smiled and lapped up a bit more of Celestia’s juices. She couldn’t see it, but Celestia could imagine her licking her lips and savoring that flavor, much like Celestia had with her.

“You want to know how to really make me happy?” Celestia asked. She felt Trixie’s head nodding up and down while her tongue was between the royal labia. “Press your muzzle deep inside of me, as deep as you can, and wiggle it around. Go wild. I can take it.” She leaned forward and gave Trixie’s vulva a kiss. “Please?”

With another soft, adorable little whimper, Trixie obliged, gently easing her muzzle inside of Celestia’s pussy, as far as it could go. The princess groaned and flexed around that muzzle, rubbing her hooves on Trixie’s stretched cutie marks to goad her further. She slathered Trixie’s face with her juices and rubbed her body, giving her another lick between the legs so she could go the extra mile. After minutes of Trixie rubbing inside of her, nuzzling her and lapping at her depths, Celestia moaned and rolled her eyes back, squirting Trixie’s neck.

She relaxed, lying back on her bed, but Trixie began uttering muffled protests when she realized that her head had become deeply lodged in her folds. With her orgasm, Celestia had started sucking Trixie inside of her, and if her horn hadn’t gotten stuck, her entire head would have been engulfed. Even though Trixie had moved on to flailing her legs, pushing against Celestia’s stretching hips in a vain attempt to free herself, Celestia felt nothing but serenity, contentment, and a bit of mischief.

But while she put a huge grin on her face and cast the spell to soften that horn of Trixie’s, she spotted the door to her room, ajar. She also spotted a glint of light reflecting off the eye of another pony. Celestia chuckled and finished casting her spell as the door shut itself, and immediately cast another one, causing a stunned earth pony mare in a maid’s outfit to appear next to Celestia mid-gallop, falling and bouncing off the bed and into Trixie’s soft body.

Celestia’s leg wrapped around the mare’s barrel when she saw her new guest try to reorient herself and crawl away. “And what made you decide to drop on in, my little pervert?” she cooed, being as coy and smooth as she could while she still felt Trixie plugging her up.

The mare blinked and stammered to herself, the bald-faced accusation and close-up of Trixie being slowly sucked inside of Celestia’s body weighing down on her. As Celestia grunted and pushed on Trixie’s body, panting and struggling to pin down her legs, the maid continued to stumble over her words. “I didn’t, I mean, that is I thought you could, and then she, with that, and then this, and I can’t-”

“Let’s, UNGH, let’s just start with your name,” Celestia said as she stretched her hips around Trixie’s shoulders like she had a rubber pelvis.

“Clean Sweep,” the maid mumbled, her eyes glued to the scene before her, as Celestia knew she would, and suspected she couldn’t help telling all of her friends about. That wouldn’t do at all.

The leg keeping Clean Sweep pinned squeezed around her a bit harder. “Did Luna tell you that I was not to be disturbed?” she asked, getting closer to this naughty maid’s ear. She looked young and awkward, too green to know the proper protocol… and her place.

“Well, yes, I did, but I didn’t think that just checking up on you like that would be…” Clean Sweep bit her lip and folded her ears back, looking distraught, though whether it be from fear or guilt, Celestia couldn’t tell. “But then I saw… I saw THAT, and I just couldn’t… Oh, mom kept saying I was too curious. Why didn’t I listen?”

Celestia smirked and grunted, using her magic to shove Trixie inside, trying to stretch her vagina thin around that plump body. “There there, Clean Sweep, it’s perfectly understandable. I’m sure I can let you off with a simple chore for a first offense.”

Hearing the news made Clean Sweep loosen up and sigh, though seeing Trixie’s belly being squeezed by a grossly distorted set of hips made her smile shake. “Oh, thank you, princess, thank you so much!”

“Just hop inside and all will be forgiven!” Celestia chirped, lifting her tail and exposing the tight ring of her anus.

Clean Sweep’s pupils shrank and her eye twitched. “What.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper.

Another spell from Celestia’s horn caused thick, gooey slime to gather on the maid from thin air, which may have allowed her to slip out of Celestia’s grip if Clean Sweep had been alert instead of dumbfounded. “I thought this would be less unpleasant than cleaning the Royal Guard’s latrines with a toothbrush, plus you’ve stumbled onto a confidential secret that I can’t risk being spread. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when you come out.”

“But but but princess, you can’t do this! It’s nummmph!” Celestia slammed Clean Sweep’s head inside, cutting off all protest, and let out a sensual groan as she crammed her shoulders in too. After one last check to see that her doors were locked this time, she focused on pushing slippery and thick mares inside of her, feeling them stretch and distort her hips with each passing inch. Why had she worried about breaking bones before? It felt absolutely wonderful to fit herself around them like a boot, an activity she should have tried a long time ago.

Clean Sweep slipped inside much more slowly than she needed to, because Celestia enjoyed the feeling of her wriggling in the royal buns far too much to let her in just yet, but in Trixie’s case sheer bulk kept her on the outside. In order to generate suction powerful enough to pull Trixie inside of her with a pop, Celestia had to trigger another orgasm, doing so by wiggling Trixie’s body around, trying to move her hind legs while they remained attached to her endlessly stretchy place, and giving her own clitoris the feathery touch that drove it wild. Minutes later, she cried out softly in bliss and felt Trixie and Clean Sweep vanish into her belly with a sound like a large suction cup being forced off a wall.

Her mane somehow frizzy and chaotic from the wild moment, Celestia stared up at the ceiling, chuckling in exhilaration. She wiggled her hips again, feeling the tenderness inherent in them becoming solid again, and sighed. That had almost spent her enough to make her legitimately take a nap, but that didn’t feel quite right to her.

She had to figure out what to do with her dampened sheets, for starters.

Author's Note

I'd like to thank Cliff Robotnik and supersoldat for giving me the encouragement, inspiration, and help I needed to get this project back off the ground. You two are awesome.

I'll try to finish the next one in less than seven months!