//------------------------------// // The Sweet Tooth // Story: Stuffed Sweets // by Pacificside18 //------------------------------// As the night stretched on, the trio of friends marched from house to house filling their bags up in one innocent way…or one far stretched way.  At one early point, Scootaloo had finally convinced Applebloom to upgrade her candy bucket to a full-on pillow sack to collect even more as Sweetie Belle’s bag filled up much faster than the other two. Meanwhile, Sweetie looked down into her bag and noticed her current supply was already starting to reach the top. “Hmm…we do need enough candy for all of us.  It wouldn’t hurt to eat a few pieces to make room,” she muttered to herself. She grabbed a few more pieces from her bag and quickly ate them behind her friends before the next few doors.  It seemed to help buy some time for her friends but she started to slowly forget her warnings.  Her carelessness began to take its toll as she began to feel heavier, slower, and a bit bloated as well.  She felt a bit of bubbling starting to form as well, but she shrugged it off. A soft kick from inside her belly, however, had woken up Sweetie from her candy craze. “Uh, they’re awake, girls…” she warned them. Applebloom and Scootaloo turned around and spotted their friend holding her stomach.  Visible kicks outside of Sweetie Belle’s womb began to make their presence known.  Luckily for Sweetie Belle, her friends didn’t notice anything different about her yet. “Oh…nasty thought,” Scootaloo wondered,  “I hope whatever sugar rush you might get doesn’t start making your babies run loops inside you, Sweetie.” “Ah, no sweat,” Sweetie Belle assured her, “I’m doing fine on the candy right now.  I’ll let you girls know if anything comes up.” They both nodded in agreement, thanking Sweetie for taking her condition with care.  But pretty soon her bag had finally been filled to the brim with candy, despite her routine candy consumption for the night. “Ugh, already full!  I need this room!” Naturally telling Applebloom and Scootaloo that her candy bag was full would be the easiest solution but her consumption and desire for candy had clouded her mind as she started eating even more from her sack.  The babies that had woken up some time ago became restless inside her and started to kick more often on her continuously bloated uterine walls.  The bubbling noise had also intensified and it started to cause a bit of pain for the pregnant mother-to-be.  There was enough activity conjuring inside Sweetie Belle that she started to move even slower and a bit out of breath. “Girls, slow down!” she called out, “I’m too pregnant to keep up!” “Sweetie?  You feelin’ alright?”  Applebloom said in concern, “You’ve been fallin’ behind for the last few houses.” “Well a rest wouldn’t hurt right now,” Scootaloo said, “That bench over there.  Five minutes.” All three girls took a seat at the bench and let out a good sigh.  They sat in front of the town river under the illuminating moonlight.  Sweetie, sitting right in the middle and taking up a majority of the bench space, let out the loudest sigh, still holding her candy bag tight in her arms. “Butterscotch, lollipop, lollipop, cherry gumdrop, Fun Paste…” Scootaloo muttered to herself as she counted her current loot.  But her counting was being interrupted by something shaking the bench.  “Hey, Sweetie Belle, you’re shaking the bench too much, calm down.” “That’s not…phew…that’s not me, Scootaloo.” Applebloom and Scootaloo looked down at Sweetie Belle’s widened stomach as it kicked and squirmed more than usual.  Her figure bloated again and Applebloom and Scootaloo still haven’t noticed. “Uh…Sweetie?” questioned Applebloom, “How much candy have ya had tonight?” “What?  Me?” Sweetie panicked, “I had an early dinner tonight just to be here.  These kids are probably starving.  Please tell me the castle party has snacks?” “They probably do,” Scootaloo assured her, “In fact, that last stop’s where we’re gonna take the last of their candy and call it a night!  But if you’re wanting to get your fix, might as well pig out on some candy now.  I mean your bag isn’t even full yet.” “Just not too much, ok?” Applebloom added. “Fine by me!” Sweetie accepted as she grabbed two handfuls and placed them on her chest.  One by one she unwrapped each piece and plucked them into her mouth.  She drooled down her mouth unaware of the amount she was eating. Sweetie Belle felt a bit of weight off of her shoulders as she was able to eat in front of her friends this time.  But said weight couldn’t be said about her earlier meals that had made her tummy swell and feel a bit upset.  It was more than noticeable now but Sweetie’s candy addiction had all of her attention as she continued to stuff her belly with sweets.  And in turn, causing her children to act more aggressive.  Her friends, sitting on opposite sides of her, still saw the kicks and squirms inside Sweetie’s belly. “So...how are the babies feeling about their almost-first Nightmare Night?” Scootaloo asked as she leaned to put a hand on the side of Sweetie’s massive womb. “Well, they’re kicking this much either because they wanted out like last week, or they’re really wanting a meal at the castle right now.” Applebloom joined in with Scootaloo and felt Sweetie’s belly kick and squirm.  “Ah’m sure they’ll have something other than candy that’ll suit you and the kids.  Let’s just hope they calm down soon.” “Eh, I’m sure they will after another walk,” Scootaloo announced as she jumped out of her seat, “In fact, let’s finish the other half of this candy trip and take it to Twilight’s castle!” Applebloom unenthusiastically cheered as it meant more manipulation for other people’s candy and hopped off the bench to catch up with Scootaloo again.  Sweetie, on the other hand, felt stuck.  She scooted over to the bench railing and pulled herself up.   Unusual that she’d have so much trouble from sitting up, even on a flat bench.  But being back on her feet made her feel a bit dizzy.  Her stomach bubbled uncomfortably against her womb while her children started feeling like a twister.  It was clear she developed a stomach ache from all the sweets she devoured tonight but she still couldn’t resist the urge to hold herself back from her Fun Paste.  Clenching her bloated stomach, she grabbed her bag of candy and waddled on over to her friends as fast as her body could let her, consuming yet another handful of sweets. “TRICK-OR-TREAT!” The girls had knocked on the Town Hall door where a witch Mayor Mare accepted the call from the door. “Good evening, girls!” she greeted them, “I have to say, this year’s Nightmare Night has been the busiest it’s ever been in Ponyville.” “You can say that again,” Scootaloo agreed, “Check out my stash!” “My, that is a lot of candy!  I hope this door is the last house for you two, because I’m running low on candy supplies myself!” “Two?” Applebloom turned with now Sweetie Belle in sight. “Anyway, happy Nightmare Night, you two!  I’m going to close the town hall early so ta-ta!” The Mayor closed her doors and turned off the lights.  Her Nightmare Night was written and done. “YES!” Scootaloo cheered with fulfilment, “A full bag of Nightmare Night candy!  Mission accomplished!” “Ya’d better hold onto that thought for one moment, we’ve got a problem,” Applebloom pointed out. The entire town square was already starting to run low on guests, but Sweetie Belle was nowhere in sight. “I told you to slow down like a dozen times, Scootaloo!” “I can’t help it!  We got every house and a full bag of candy!” “Well, quit yer cheerin’ and help me find her before—“ “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh…..” “…somethin’…happens?” Applebloom and Scootaloo looked around for the source of the ghostly voice. “Ha, ha, very funny, Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo accusing her friend, “We’ve been down this road before, I was the one doing the “Ooohing” When we were in class one Nightmare Night!” “Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh…..” Eyes turned towards a darkened tree whose shadow was being lit by a pulsing green light. “O-ok, Sweetie…we get it.  S-spooky…” “Scootaloo—“ “W-we’re just gonna go to the castle a-and meet you there…ok?” “Scootaloo??” “WHAT?!” Applebloom pushed Scootaloo aside and walked to the lit tree.  She pulled the shrubbery aside and found the source of their “ghost”. “Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh—URRRRRRRP!!” With her candy bag completely empty and two dozen Fun Paste cups littered around the swollen womb, Sweetie finally figured out that she couldn’t keep promises, even ones as sweet as these.  She had rested her swollen body upon a tree trunk feeding herself candy piece after candy piece.  But her tired posture hadn’t caused her to stop eating as she lit her environment green with her magic, lifting one last piece of grape candy and letting it plop into her mouth.  She chewed slowly while groping her belly in pain.  Upon closer inspection, her belly squirmed and kicked rapidly with accommodating growls, groans and sloshes while her costume chafed against her thighs and rear. “Uuuuugh…can’t…move…babies…running...laps…” “SWEETIE!” Applebloom cried out as she dropped her bag and knelt next to her friend’s bloated body. “Whoa…did you get bigger?” Scootaloo questioned. Sweetie Belle’s belly was not only squirming like an extra-terrestrial was wanting to break out, but her candy consumption had bloated her stomach up enough to need Sweetie to go up a dress size. “Forget that!  Help me get her on her feet this instant!” demanded Applebloom as she got on Sweetie’s right side. Scootaloo positioned herself onto Sweetie’s left and they both knelt down to pick their friend up. “Ok, on three,” instructed Applebloom, “One...two...THREE!” Both Applebloom and Scootaloo heaved as hard as they could, trying to bring their widened friend back up on her hooves.  But their pregnant friend had made it nearly impossible to pick her up as their stamina drained after twenty seconds of heaving. “She...she’s gotten too big!” Scootaloo cried, “I can hardly pick her up anymore!” “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gotten greedy with the candy!” argued Applebloom, “Now look where we are!” “Hey!  Don’t pin this all on me!  We both knew this could have been avoided but Sweetie didn’t telegraph anything!  We both weren’t paying attention!” “E-excuse me?” The bloated marshmallow interrupted, “How about we admit we’re all at fault and--URP--just help me up already? The two stopped arguing long enough for Applebloom to notice a perfectly placed tree branch, giving her an idea.  She went into her costume’s saddlebag and pulled out her rope.  She walked back and threw one end over the branch and down towards Sweetie. “Can ya grip that rope, Sweetie?” “HIC--I’ll-I’ll try…” Sweetie lifted her arms as high as she could and grabbed the rope with both hands. “C’mon, Scootaloo, give me a hand here.” Scootaloo got behind Applebloom and grabbed a part of the rope. “Alright.  One...two...three!” Applebloom’s leverage idea did the trick as Sweetie Belle started ascending from the ground and up the tree trunk.  Her dirty rump off the ground was all Sweetie needed to position her legs and push down on them hard enough to finally get back on her two hooves.  She backed up to the tree again and let go of the rope, causing Applebloom and Scootaloo to fall back from the loss of balance. Sweetie felt like the tree would fall over as her angled wait kept her standing while crushing her into the tree.  Her unborn kids’ rapid movement speeds still throbbed inside her along with the sloshing of her devoured candy each time she would take a small step.  Applebloom and Scootaloo got to her sides and helped lift her off the tree, causing them to strain from Sweetie’s weight.  A perhaps literal example of the weight of their consequences for not keeping an eye on their friend. “Aw, horse apples,“ a saddened Applebloom muttered, trying to keep her friend afloat, “We’re gonna be in so much trouble for this.” “Trouble?  The responsibility was on Sweetie Belle, why would we get in trouble?