A chill was coming over the air as the sun set behind Ponyville Town Hall. Still clad in Cloudchaser's dress, Midnight took a look at the clock in the town square.
Eight-thirty p.m. She smiled—perfect. If Thunderlane was still at the Cafe des Chevals, he'd certainly be wondering what in Equestria was keeping his date. He may even feel that he had been stood up. That would be sure to make him sad... and a sad stallion was a fragile stallion. And a fragile stallion was a vulnerable one.
Cafe des Chevals was located on Puddinghead Street, just behind Sugarcube Corner, if she recalled correctly. Trotting over there, she saw a cosy, expensive-looking bistro, with tables set out on the street so diners could enjoy the fine night air as they ate.
And one of those diners, she noted, was none other than Thunderlane.
She smirked when she saw the state of him. The poor stallion looked completely despondent; ears down, eyes half-lidded, mouth turned into a deep frown. Clearly, he really did feel that he'd been stood up.
Now it was time for phase two—walk over there, act surprised, and offer him a shoulder to cry on. Oh, Midnight impressed even herself with her ingenuity sometimes!
She struck up a casual demeanour as she walked past the cafe, acting like just another pony out for an evening stroll. Counting out three paces past Thunderlane, she stopped, turned, and looked surprised.
"Thunderlane?" she asked.
Thunderlane's head rose at the sound of his name, hope flashing across his face. It immediately dissipated when he realised that it wasn't his marefriend.
"Oh... hey," he said gloomily, lowering his head again.
"Is everything alright?" Midnight asked concernedly, walking closer to him. "I thought you were going on a date tonight."
"No," Thunderlane said through gritted teeth, "everything is not alright. I went to so much trouble to get a reservation here for Cloudchaser, and I've been sitting here like a Celestia-damned lemon for half an hour waiting for her. I can't believe this... she's never done this before."
"Oh dear," Midnight said sympathetically.
"I've never felt so humiliated..." Thunderlane sounded on the verge of tears. "And now I'm out of pocket for a wasted evening."
"Hmm..." Midnight bit her lip. Time to go for the kill. "Well, if Cloudchaser won't be joining you tonight... perhaps I could? At least the evening won't be wasted... and besides, you look like you could use some company."
Thunderlane looked at her again, wiping a hoof against his eye, before giving her a small smile. "You know what? That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Midnight Star, right?"
"That's right," Midnight smiled, wasting no time in taking a seat next to him.
"That dress is beautiful, by the way," Thunderlane commented, by way of small talk.
"Isn't it?" Midnight giggled. "I saw it in the window of the boutique, and I just had to have it."
From there, the two made pleasant small talk, pausing in the middle as their food (cream of mushroom soup for Thunderlane, Waldorf salad for Midnight). Midnight was about to say something else, but found herself distracted by a certain morbidly obese pony waddling slowly past them, his rotund belly and flanks jiggling as he breathed with labour.
"Who's that?" Midnight asked, raising her eyebrows. Of course, she knew perfectly well who it was...
"That was Caramel," Thunderlane replied, shaking his head. "You'd never believe it from looking at him, but that dude was one of the thinnest stallions around Ponyville. He was no Big Mac, but I never knew the guy to ever overindulge or miss a workout. Then one day he just appeared in town like... that."
"I see," Midnight noted, as she watched her previous victim struggle to just make it across the street. He was already sweating a bucket's worth of fluids from the simple venture. "The poor thing. Did he ever explain how it happened?"
"Nah. Says he can't remember. But if you ask me, I think it was that weirdo hanging with Fluttershy all the time. This fella called Discord." He noted Midnight's look of surprise. "Yeah, that Discord. He's always doing weird things around town. Like this one time, he took this flock of ducks and..."
Thunderlane's demeanour fell as his expression grew sad. "I'm sorry, Midnight. This... isn't exactly how I expected this night to go."
"Well, if this were a date, what were you planning to do?" Midnight asked, siding up slightly closer to him.
“Well, after dinner I was going to take Cloudchaser on a nice stroll through the park. Then we'd take a nice flight across the clouds to watch the stars. Then I’d invite her over to my place, maybe talk for a bit, watch a movie then..."
"...take her to bed?" Midnight guessed.
Thunderlane's whole face lit up as bright as a festive ornament. This wasn’t the type of conversation he expected to have, especially with a mare he just met that same day. "Well, I..."
Midnight giggled at his reaction. It was fun playing with him. All needy stallions like him were. "There’s no shame in tiptoeing around it with me, Thunderlane. If you ask me, I think you're putting in too much effort for this mare."
Thunderlane's blush faded as he tried to decipher her statement. "Too much effort?" he echoed. "What do you mean?"
Midnight giggled as she continued to lead Thunderlane on with her playful banter, siding closer to him again. "Oh, don't try to dance around it, sweetie. I know what all stallions want. Except, unlike certain mares who think that such intimate pleasures are best saved for after the eighth for tenth date, I think it's best taken on the first date. Immediately." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Thunderlane felt like he nearly swallowed his tongue. "I-immediately?" he rasped.
"Why, of course. You don't think there are mares out there who need a little fun every now and again? Besides, how do you know if you truly connect with someone unless you get to know them on a more... intimate level?" Midnight threw back her mane as she shot the stallion a wink.
Midnight used her magic to push her chair closer to Thunderlane. The closer she got, the more nervous he looked... and Midnight loved every moment of it.
Thunderlane could feel he was beginning to sweat. "Waiter, can I have a glass of water?"
Midnight's eyes were only focused on Thunderlane. She was looking at him with a dreamy look, like he was the stallion she'd been searching for her whole life.
"When I go on dates, I have my own methods of getting intimate with my stallions. Do you want to hear?"
As wrong as Thunderlane thought this was, his body was going against him as he nodded.
Midnight began to speak slowly, her voice hanging over every detail. "First, I make sure we're in a nice spot where we're all alone. Nopony for miles to hear or see us. Then, I cuddle close to their nice warm coats as I run my hooves over their body, and let them feel my magic touch."
Thunderlane gulped. "Magic touch?" he squeaked.
"Oh yes. And after they feel it, they're never the same again. They're a completely different stallion after that."
Now Thunderlane was shooting out sweat like it was bullets. He couldn't have felt hotter if he were on the sun itself. It was taking every ounce of strength he had to keep his wings from shooting out.
"Waiter, make that two glasses," he stuttered. His mind was screaming at her to stop, but his body was urging her to go on. "What... happens next?"
"Well, I don't kiss and tell," Midnight said slowly, "but if you're interested, I do I remember this one intimate event I shared with a fine stallion once. Hazelnut, he's called."
She was so close Thunderlane could feel her heated breath splashing across his face. Her voice got husky as she uttered her next sentence.
"By the time we were finished, I was using his flanks like they were bongo drums."
All colour left Thunderlane's face at that point. His face was as white as snow, and his wings finally sprung out.
“Waiter," he managed to squeak through his dry lips, "make it a jug.”
The waiter obliged, carrying over a full jug of iced water. "Here we are, sir."
"Thank you."
"Shall I pour you a glass, sir?"
"No thanks, I'll just take it now." Thunderlane took the jug as he splashed the entire container over his face. He began to relax as he released a sigh of content.
The waiter didn't so much as bat an eyelid as he returned the now empty jug to his tray. "Very good, sir."
Midnight hated to admit it, but for the first time today, she was actually surprised by the waiter's reaction. "You're okay with that?"
"Madam, this is Ponyville. Frankly, I am just thankful your dining companion's action did not lead to any further comedic antics. Especially after Discord with that horrid Duck Incident."
Once the waiter left, Midnight leaned in to Thunderlane once more.
"Come on... what do you say we skip the walk and flight and just head straight home? I promise you, I'll give you the time of your life..."
Finally, Thunderlane could take it no more, and practically leapt to his hooves.
"Check, please!" he squawked, before giving Midnight a look of pure lust. Midnight chuckled. Her mother was right—all stallions really were the same.
The door to Thunderlane's abode practically fell off its hinges as Thunderlane charged in, Midnight close behind. Thunderlane, so calm and cool when they had first met, was now a lust-ridden, tongue-tied mess.
"So, uh, c-can I get you anything?" he asked, still sweating. "A drink, or..."
"Oh, no no no," Midnight smiled, making herself comfortable on the couch. "We already broke the ice, Thunderlane. Now... I'm in the mood for fun." She gave him a sultry look, beckoning with a hoof in a come-hither manner.
Grinning widely, Thunderlane approached her on slightly shaky legs. Raising her hooves and holding him around his neck, she moved in for a kiss...
...at the same time that a flow of magic went into her hooves.
"Mmm..." she sighed, as she nuzzled his mane. "You smell nice."
"So do you," Thunderlane mumbled, almost delirious from lust. He couldn't wait to get properly down and dirty with...
Then, as Midnight caressed his cheeks, he felt them swelling up and growing heavier, his jowls beginning to droop under their own weight. He paused, not entirely processing just what was happening to him.
"Ah," Midnight smiled, giving him a peck on his flabby cheek. "I see you've noticed my magic touch."
"What...?" Thunderlane replied, as Midnight brushed her hooves against his pecs. They, too, began to plump up and grow thick and quilted with juicy adipose tissue. Finally, Thunderlane realised what was happening, and his eyes widened to the size of hubcaps.
"What in Celestia's hairy...?!" he choked, as he tried to push Midnight off. "Stop it! Get off me, you crazy cow!"
Midnight frowned, and tutted. "Now, Thunderlane, is that any way to talk to the mare who picked you up when that hussy of a marefriend of yours stood you up? Surely a little gratitude isn't much to ask for... I'm sure I'm a darned sight better than that floozy Cloudchaser."
"Don't you call her that!" Thunderlane snarled defiantly, his limbs growing heavy and useless, almost immobilised by fat as Midnight rubbed them. "What did you do to her? If you hurt her, I'll..."
"Shh..." Midnight placed a hoof on his mouth. "Enough talking." She moved on to his belly, kneading it as if it were bread dough, cultivating rich deposits of fat under her hooves. Thunderlane, realising that she was serious, began to feel afraid.
"Look," he said, his voice trembling. "I... we can work something out, right? I'll give you whatever you want... just stop, please!" he begged. "I won't tell anypony, I swear! What do you want from me?"
"This," Midnight said simply, rubbing her hooves vigorously across his enlarged cutie mark. Hopping lightly to her hooves, she stood back to give her latest victim a good look.
The couch creaked and groaned under Thunderlane's massive added bulk as he rested on his huge belly, his gut forming a small mattress of fat. His girth propped him up enough for his flabby front hooves to dangle uselessly about six inches above the couch's armrest. His rump had grown ginormous and shapeless, his thighs and flanks both ballooned to ridiculous proportions. His face, with its chipmunk cheeks and two new chins, bore a look of utter terror as he stares at his tormentor.
"Please..." he begged weakly. "Please, no more..."
"Well, Thunderlane," Midnight said, sighing, "normally, I would stop about now. But you were really rather rude to me, and besides... we still have a whole night together to enjoy."
She grinned devilishly, her horn lighting up once more as she pounced on Thunderlane.
"Nooooooooo...!"
"You're lying!" the long-maned stallion on the TV screen cried, gesticulating wildly as he glared at a completely disinterested-looking mare. "I never hit you! You are tearing me apart, Sugar Lump!"
"How this got to number one at the box office on its opening week, I will never know," Midnight commented, shaking her head as she popped a bit of popcorn into her mouth. "What do you think, Thunderlane?"
A low groan came from behind her. She giggled. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Thunderlane had not been spared an ounce of Midnight's sadistic antics, and now lay taking up almost half the floor space in the living room, a colossal, heaving blob of fat. The couch was compressed under his massive girth, meaning that Midnight was forced to use his warm, soft belly fat to relax on as she watched the movie. She shifted about, grinning as she felt the squishy fat shift along with her.
"I'm afraid you're just a bit too big for me to have some intimate times with, Thunderlane," she said apologetically. "But hey, no biggie, right? This is perfectly lovely—just cuddling up and watching a movie together."
Thunderlane couldn't even see Midnight, given how his head was half-sunken in the middle of at least ten chins, but he could hear the smirk in her voice. This mare was mad... there could be no other explanation for what she had done to him.
"You should just be thankful you didn't really offend me," Midnight stated, smiling. "You know what I do to ponies who really upset me, Thunderlane? By the time I'm through with them, their heads and limbs vanish perfectly into their own fat. They're just huge, immobile globs of lard." She chuckled at the memories. "But don't worry, I won't be doing that to you. You're way too comfy as it is."
The rest of the movie passed in silence. During a particularly boring exchange between Sugar Lump and her mother, Midnight idly levitated over a brown leather book. Opening it up revealed it to be a photo album, showing Thunderlane with various nice-looking stallions, and even a small dragon. Midnight smiled as she read the names underneath the photos.
"Big Mac," she murmured. "Spike. Meadow Song. Goldengrape." She made mental notes of all of them and their appearances, should she ever choose to come back for a third visit.
Finally, the end credits rolled. Yawning, Midnight switched the TV off. "Well, that was fun, but I'm plum tuckered."
She curled up on Thunderlane's belly, sighing happily as she lay with her muzzle to her flank. "You don't mind, do you?"
Before Thunderlane could answer, she cast a sleeping spell on him. Almost immediately, little snores began to emanate from the blob. Giggling, Midnight closed her own eyes, feeling very satisfied indeed after the day she'd had. Within moments, she was asleep herself.
The next morning, whistling a merry tune to herself, Midnight stepped out of the house. As she headed down the path, she bumped into a familiar grey colt.
"I'm sorry, Cloudchase..." Rumble looked up as he realised the mare was not who he thought. She wasn't even a pegasus. However, she did look familiar.
"Wait, you're that lady from yesterday. Why were you in our house?"
Though Midnight was not expecting this, she covered up her shock with a smile. "Oh, your brother was just being a gentlecolt and let me spend the night."
"Wow, I never knew my brother was such a big softy."
"Oh, he's a big one all right. Of that I'm sure."
With those words, Midnight took her leave, heading to the train station. Climbing onto a waiting train, she stretched out and relaxed in her seat as the train chugged out of the station, Ponyville fast retreating into the distance behind her.
Poor Thunderlane would definitely have trouble finding a date from now on. Unlike Midnight, there were few mares out there who appreciated a full-fat stallion. Well, at least the ones that she made fat. Yet maybe with some luck, Thunderlane and Cloudchaser could make things work. Who knew, maybe they could go on a Couples Diet Plan?
As for Midnight, she considered coming back to this quaint little town. After her last visit, there was definitely an influx of fit colts she missed.
She reached into her pocket as she pulled out the photo she swiped from Thunderlane's album. She took a moment to look at it, studying the various males posing in the photograph.
A smile crossed her face as she thought of them, and all the fun she would have once she tracked them down.
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