Birds of a Feather
There was only one word to describe the stretch of flat, cracked dirt road in front of Midnight Star, and that was the word "barren." Or desolate, deserted, bleak, or any other synonyms that may have sprung to her mind. She really was in the middle of nowhere. Bar the occasional lonely trading post, there was nothing out here in the flatlands save for a few scraggly trees and bushes which looked like they would disintegrate if they were so much as sneezed on.
The solitude was beginning to get to Midnight as she walked down the long, lonely road. The last real town she had come across had been the previous evening, where she had picked up some basic supplies for the empty stretch ahead from a friendly young stallion at the local general store. Of course, she'd used her charm to offer him a nice reward for helping her out. She giggled, wondering if anypony had found him yet... if anypony had opened the basement door in the shop, only to be greeted by a massive wall of flesh completely filling the door frame. Oh, what she wouldn't have given to see the looks on their faces! But of course, it would have been too dangerous to stick around for too long, lest somepony begin to suspect her.
And so she'd continued her trek across the flatlands, camping under the stars by night and walking the roads by day. She had more than enough supplies, so she was not worried about those, but she was beginning to wonder how long it would be until she reached civilisation once more. She was beginning to get lonely, not to mention quite bored. She began to fantasise about what she would do once she finally did reach a town. Find a cute-looking stallion, entice him into spending some time with her... and changing him in some very, very big ways.
She was snapped out of her thoughts, however, by the sound of a stallion's voice coming from behind a rock formation ahead and to the right. Who else would be out here, though? Pausing, she strained to hear what was being said... or, as it turned out, sung.
"Oh Sugar Belle, you should have been mine..." the voice crooned, as she approached the rocks. "But Big Mac stole you away, and now for you I... pine? Ugh, this is so much harder without an auto tuner."
Her curiosity piqued, Midnight decided to step around the rock and see the pony for herself. "Excuse me?" she asked, moving around the rock.
Sitting on a blanket laid out on the earthen ground was a light brown earth pony stallion with a long, wavy mane which flopped over his eyes. From the way he was sitting, Midnight could see his cutie mark of a single pink feather with a love heart on either side of it. He started at hearing her voice, looking up with wide eyes at the strange jet-black mare who'd wandered into his camp.
Upon being given a moment to collect himself, however, his demeanour quickly changed. With a flick of his head, he tossed his mane up out of his emerald-green eyes, giving her a winning smile with ice-white teeth as he regarded her with a cool, half-lidded expression. He was the very definition of a dreamboat. He was handsome. He was confident.
Midnight despised him on sight.
"Sorry," she said, smiling awkwardly. "I just wasn't expecting to see anypony else out here in the middle of nowhere."
"Hey, hey, it's cool, girl," the stallion said airily, stretching out on the blanket. "I was just thinking about how I'd love some company myself. Say, do you have a map?"
"Um, sure," Midnight replied. "Why, are you lost?"
"Oh yeah," the stallion grinned, those freakishly white teeth flashing once more. "I just got lost in your eyes."
There was a pause.
Okay, Midnight thought. I actively hate you now.
As she looked at the stallion, she thought about how she liked him less and less the longer she looked at him. Well, she'd wondered when she'd get another stallion to have some fun with, and it certainly seemed like she'd gotten a stallion.
And if he's as much of a douche as he looks, then I've no qualms about not holding back, she thought to herself. Oh yes... it had been a long time since she'd really gone wild on a pony, showing the full extent of what she could do with anypony left at her mercy.
Midnight took another look at the stallion's expression, at that cocky smile and those I'm-a-stud-and-I-know-it bedroom eyes. Oh yes, she decided. This one would do very nicely indeed.
"Oh, my!" she giggled, holding a hoof to her face in a show of bashfulness. "Such a charmer. You must get a lot of mares with that line."
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," the stallion grinned, flicking his mane once more. "Name's Feather Bangs. And you are...?"
"Ah... Nebula," Midnight lied quickly. "Nebula Blast."
"Nebula Blast," Feather repeated in a breathy sort of whisper. "Well, what a blast it is to see you, dear Blast." He patted the empty space on the blanket next to him. "C'mere, take a load off your hooves for a while."
What a blast it is to...? Dear Zacherle, if this stallion tried any harder, he'd probably just pass out.
"That's really kind of you, Feather," Midnight smiled, settling down next to him and sighing with relief as she stretched her hooves out. She was glad to be able to take a load off her hooves, at least—she hadn't realised just how long she'd been walking for.
"It's the least I can do for a fine thing like you, Nebula," Feather grinned, stretching out himself. "It gets cold at night in the desert, you know. But I think I'll get more than enough warmth from just being near you."
Urge to kill rising...
"You've such a way with words," Midnight said, sighing dreamily as she looked him in the eyes. "And what a voice, too! I heard you singing from back there."
"Oh, that?" Feather's face fell, his expression quickly going from cocky and self-assured to crestfallen. "Yeah... truth be told, I was pining, Nebula. Pining after a lost love."
Oh, this was too perfect! Stallions were never more vulnerable than when they needed a bruised ego to be massaged.
"A lost love?" Midnight repeated, putting on a suitably dismayed expression. "Oh, but that's terrible! What mare in her right mind would turn down a cutie like you?"
Feather smiled. "You're sweet to say that, girl. As sweet as sugar. And almost as sweet as..." He sighed. "As sweet as Sugar Belle."
"Sugar Belle?" Midnight repeated. "Was that her name?"
"It was." Feather closed his eyes and bowed his head. "The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she and I were meant to be. But there was another stallion, Big Mac, competing with me for her."
Midnight watched, trying not to roll her eyes as he bit his lip in a show of emotion. "That stallion went and swept her away from me before I knew it. And now I sit here, singing songs in her name."
Gee, I can't imagine why she didn't choose you, Mr. Vapid Pretty Colt...
"Oh, Feather," she said softly, placing a hoof to her chest as she looked at him with big, shimmering eyes. "That is so sad..."
Feather nodded, letting out a little sniff as he looked at his hooves. "She was the one for me, Nebula. And now she's gone."
"But why would she turn you down?" Midnight asked. "You're handsome, you're well-spoken, you're smooth... you're such a hunk!"
Feather chuckled. "Well, it's nice to know that at least one mare thinks that. You aren't so bad yourself, babe."
Okay, she'd coddled him long enough. Time to move in for the kill.
"You know," Midnight said, dropping her voice to a lower, huskier tone as she gazed upon him with some bedroom eyes of her own, "it's been a while since I've been with a stallion myself. I can't give you a long-term relationship or anything, but I can give you a night of fun." She smiled, batting her eyelids as she sidled up close to him. "It's the least you deserve after what you've been through, you poor thing."
Feather's face turned a deep red as Midnight sidled up close to him. "I... uh, r-really? I mean, I don't, you, uh..."
"Aw, don't tell me you're getting cold hooves now," Midnight pouted. "What's wrong with somepony wanting to make you feel good for a bit? It must beat pining over this Sugar Belle mare, at any rate." She placed a hoof on his leg, pressing gently down into it. "Besides, I'm told I'm quite the little dynamo..."
Feather swallowed, biting his lip. "W-well, since you put it like that..."
"Hmmmm?" Midnight cooed, moving so they were almost muzzle to muzzle. She fixed her own eyes onto his, placing a hoof on his back and gently rubbing it while giving him a soft smile.
"I..." Feather gave her a smile of his own. "Y-yeah, sure. I think I could do with some fun."
"That's the spirit," Midnight giggled, moving in and locking lips with him. Feather's eyes widened, before closing as he melted into the kiss. Midnight used the opportunity to send a stream of magic into her front hooves, feeling the energy pulsing and coursing through them.
"Okay, cutie," she whispered into his ear once she'd pulled her lips away from his. "Lay back, close your eyes, and I'll give you an experience you'll never, ever forget."
Nodding eagerly, Feather did as instructed. Grinning malevolently, Midnight pressed down into his stomach, rubbing in small circles.
"Heh, a tummy rub?" Feather smirked. "No offence, sugar, but I was expecting something more-"
He cut himself off as he realised how much more... heavy he was beginning to feel. Opening his eyes, the colour completely drained from his face as he saw a great, jiggling beer gut in place of his once slim, svelte stomach.
"Wh-wh-what the?!" he screamed, trying to scramble away from Midnight, but just as quickly finding himself magically ensnared. With a burst of magic, his legs were restrained. "Help! Somepony, help me!"
"Not so fast," Midnight grinned, rolling him onto his newly-grown belly. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet. You've still got a thousand pounds or so to go."
"A th... a thou..."
As Midnight let loose a long stream of magic from her horn, enveloping Feather's body, he began to realise that he had made the worst mistake of his life by inviting this mare to stay with him.
Midnight felt herself growing giddy with excitement as she knelt down, looking the terrified stallion in the eyes. Placing both front hooves on his cheeks, she squeezed them, instantly morphing them into a pair of round, cherubic dimples.
"Why... why are you doing this?" Feather begged. "Please, just let me go!"
"What, now?" Midnight chuckled. "My dear Feather Bangs, I haven't even started yet. Didn't I promise you a time you would never forget?"
Feather moaned as she gave him a peck on the lips. "Unfortunately, I can't use my hooves for all of the growth," she explained, as she moved to rub his back. Rolls of flab began to grow wherever her hooves roamed. "You'll just be way too big for that to be practical. Hence why I cast a very special spell on you back there."
Smiling, she moved around to his rear end, giving his plot and flanks a good groping. "But still," she trilled, as they inflated to the size of beach balls, "it'll be very entertaining to watch!" Her physical work done, Midnight stepped back and got comfy.
About a second or two of silence passed, before Feather absolutely exploded in weight. He screamed in panic as his belly ballooned and spread across the ground, lifting his frantically flailing hooves up into the air. Midnight whooped with joy as fat began to swallow up Feather's front and hind legs, enveloping his hooves completely. What remained looked like four huge, flabby truck tyres.
Behind him, his rump swelled to ludicrous proportions, reaching the size of a large boulder in less than ten seconds. His tail was almost completely swallowed up, only the barest end strands showing through. Feather's screams for mercy became more laboured as nine new chins were added to his huge chest, two mountains of fat replacing his pectoral muscles as his head sank almost entirely into his own neck.
It was this final bit which Midnight sought to do herself. Using his chins as a ladder, she clambered up to his face. Giving him an evil smirk, she began to rub the ring of fat surrounding his face. With the sound of rubber being pulled over a tight gap, Feather's face began to be swallowed up by his own neck fat.
"No!" he howled, as the world began to blacken from the outsides of his vision inward like an iris-out at the end of a television show. "No! No! Please...!"
With a final schlurp, his head disappeared entirely. All that remained was a belly button-like opening, through which a tuft of mane was still visible, and through which muffled moans and pleas could still be heard.
"Now, don't you worry," Midnight assured him. "You won't die in there—I'm not a complete monster. Your body's in a state of magical stasis. For as long as you're like this, you'll be able to make do without air or water. And I doubt any predator's going to want a meal that's all fat and no meat."
"Mmmph!" Feather screamed from inside. "Hllph mhh!"
"What's that? Help you? Don't worry, I'm sure anypony who passes will be happy to help." Midnight giggled. "If anypony passes. It's a lonely old road, and you're right off the beaten trail. It could be days before you're found. Weeks, even."
Midnight hopped off of the formless, wobbling mass of flesh. "Well, I'd best be on my way. Thanks for that, Feather Bangs. I had a wonderful time. Ciao!"
With that, Midnight set off on her way, leaving Feather to his own fate. Ah, what luck—there was a town about five miles away. A perfect place to rest up before continuing on... on to her next escapade.
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