Spike was in an unspeakable amount of torment. His gut continues to painfully remind him of just how mind-blowingly starving he is. Nausea -inducing stomach pains after hallucinogenic stomach pains, Spike felt like he was going to die of starvation.
These hunger pangs started happening after the young drake hit puberty, meaning that his body was changing, and extreme hunger was one of those changes. And try as he might, his hunger only got worse with every meal he ate, like after eating a 7-layer cake, he would still be craving a meal.
And today, he was incredibly hungry, no words could describe just how starving he was. He had eaten everything in Twilight’s house, forcing her to go buy some food. But his gut was relentless and let him know that this wouldn’t be enough.
Spike decided to go to SugarCube Corner to gorge himself on some sweets. During his walk to the confectionary shop, Spike couldn’t help but stare at the ponies. They all looked so appetizing, so delicious it made his mouth water and his head go in circles so much that it felt like he was on drugs. But he pressed on, he wouldn’t let his immoral desires take ahold of him, he just couldn’t. What would Twilight say to him? Would he be sentenced to life in prison or death? The possibilities of punishment was too much for his teenage brain to think about.
When Spike pushed to SugarCube Corner, Pinkie Pie and the Cakes already knew what was going to happen. All that needed to happen as for Spike to go on a binge twice before they figured out the drake’s pattern. And so did the patrons as they all fled the scene, saving themselves the disappointment.
Once Spike sat down, the Cakes wasted no time in serving him anything he wanted, which he downed all in a matter of seconds. And in no less an hour, everything the Cakes had was resting in Spike’s belly.
Spike got up and waved goodbye to the workers, “Thanks guys.” He thanked.
Mrs. Cake waved bake, “No problem dear, come again tomorrow.” She faked hospitality.
Once Spike was out of the bakery, Mrs. Cake turned straight to Pinkie with a serious expression plastered on her face, “Pinkie, this can’t keep going on.” She states firmly, “He needs to go, taking away your salary isn’t cutting it anymore, we spend more money each day than we earn.” She explains, “If this continues, we’ll go bankrupt.” She adds.
Pinkie nodded gloomily, not even trying to defend her friend anymore for she knew that he was destroying their establishment. With a deep sigh, she nods again, “I’ll see what I can do.” She promised.
Mrs. Cake nods before closing the bakery’s door.
Meanwhile, Spike was making his way towards the largest food supply he knew: Sweet Apple Acres. It was a war to even get to the gate, and it was a bigger war to not snatch up one of the ponies he walked by and stuff them down his throat. But the struggle was rewarding as he made it to the apple orchard, and once his foot stepped into the entrance, nothing was safe from his ravenous appetite.
Spike had eaten so much that by the time he was done, his belly was much bigger than a pregnant mare, almost looking like it was a mare tugged in his belly.
Not wanting to be caught by the Apple Family or seen with this behemoth of a stomach by the public, Spike made his way for a barn that he knew the Apple Clan only used on special occasions like Nightmare Night and HearthsWarming, both of which were nowhere close to happening, so he thought he was safe and took a nap to sleep off his enormous meal.
Hours later, Spike had woken up to the sound of female whispering, which he thought was hallucinating them or something, but when he fully came to his senses, he saw the source of the girly whispering, it was coming from the three most obnoxious little mares in Ponyville: The CMC’s.
Over the course of a few years, the CMC’s had grown a lot more mature than what they were, but still struggled with the grips that they still hadn’t obtained their Cutie Marks.
Spike had to take a moment before he realized that AppleBloom was in his presence, and it didn’t take much time before he was on his knees, apologizing for his raid on her apples.
“I’m sorry AppleBloom for raiding your orchard, I was just hungry and helped myself!” He apologizes sincerely.
AppleBloom giggles to herself, “It’s alright Spike I know what you’re going through, you don’t need to apologize.” She assures.
*GROAN*
And as if just on cue, Spike’s stomach had attacked him with another hunger pang. He clenched his gut, which was back to its original size, surprisingly, and gritted his teeth.
The three fillies jumped to their friend’s support, “You okay Spike?!” Scootaloo questions in worry for her friend.
Spike was tempted to nod, but the pain in his stomach made him shake his head no, “So… hungry…” He groans in pain.
All AppleBloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle all looked at their friend in worry, thinking of different ways to help their friend, hitting many dead ends.
That was until Sweetie belle made a mind-boggling breakthrough; “Why don’t you eat us?!” She suggested.
Every other being in the room jumped out of their body hearing Sweetie’s suggestion.
“Are you fucking insane Sweetie Belle?!” Spike shouted, his stomach not growling, seemingly agreeing with him on the mind-blowing solution.
The other fillies nodded, “Yeah Sweetie, I don’t think Spike can do that.” Scootaloo doubted.
AppleBloom nods, “Yeah, and what would we get out of it?” She questions.
Sweetie Belle nodded, “We won’t know unless we try, and we can get our Cutie Marks in dragon biology.” She offered.
The others were a bit concerned about the idea, but the prospect of getting their Cutie Mark at long last was captivating, and after some careful consideration, decided to join in on the idea.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” AppleBloom reluctantly agrees.
Scootaloo raises her hoof, “I’m going first.” She volunteers.
Sweetie Belle was about to say something when Spike interjected.
“What are you girls on?!” Spike questions, “Do you know what will happen if anybody finds out I ate you guys?! I’d be gutted before I can say “huh”!” He shouts.
Sweetie Belle shakes her head, “Nopony will find out if you digest us fast enough~” She says in a sultry tone.
Spike shakes his head, “Hell no! I’d rather have my stomach eat itself!” He rejects, crossing his arms in disapproval.
Sweetie Belle chuckles, “Alright girls, looks like he needs some motivation.” She says.
The other two girls nodded and in a glow of Sweetie’s horn, Scootaloo floated off the ground in a pale green glow.
“I’m not following with your plan, Sweetie Belle.” Spike declares defiantly.
Sweetie smiles, “C’mon Spike, open wide.” She says mockingly.
Spike shakes his head, “N-URGH!” Before Spike could even finish, Sweetie uses this opportunity to shove Scootaloo into his mouth. While it was admittedly hard to accomplish, with enough force and Spike’s surprise stupor, Sweetie Belle was able to push Scootaloo’s entire head into the starving drake’s mouth.
Using Spike’s initial surprise, Sweetie Belle pushes Scootaloo further down Spike’s gullet. Not wanting to suffocate and realizing that he wasn’t going to get out of this, he started to swallow Scootaloo down, while also trying his best to at least get a taste of the adolescent Pegasus, and she was delicious, one the most delicious things he’s ever tasted.
Seeing as Spike was cooperating with the plan, Sweetie Belle stopped pushing as hard, but didn’t let go of her magical grasp on Scootaloo, for fear of Spike backing out at the last second, but to her surprise, Spike only quickened his swallowing of the adolescent Pegasus.
And in a very short amount of time, Scootaloo was resting in Spike’s stomach which looked like he was pregnant with a mare.
The young drake patted his swollen gut which felt full “This feels good.” Spike moaned.
AppleBloom nodded, “Ready for round two?” She questions.
Spike was a little hesitant, but he knew he was already past the point of no return and the fact that his stomach wasn't exactly as hungry as it was told him that this may or may not be the solution to his problem, and he nodded.
He grabbed AppleBloom’s head and brings it close to him, and in a mighty effort, popped his jaw open much farther than he thought possible and shoved AppleBloom’s head inside.
Unlike with Scootaloo, since AppleBloom wasn't shoved in him forcefully, he couldn't taste her that much, he had the opportunity to take his time with AppleBloom, and in turn, savor the cinnamon and apples-esque taste she provided, unsurprisingly when he thought about it.
But knowing that he needed to pick the pace unless he wanted to get caught, he took one herculean gulp, bringing AppleBloom’s head into his throat and shoulders into his mouth.
Spike continued his journey down AppleBloom’s lithe body, slathering every small millimeter of skin and succulent meat that he could, and was mesmerized by every bit of flavor that AppleBloom offered.
It only took 2 and half minutes before AppleBloom’s hind-hooves were the only things that existed outside of Spike’s mouth. And in one last swallow, AppleBloom’s fate was sealed.
Spike rubbed his stomach which was swollen like he was pregnant with twin ponies. He was in complete bliss, but felt like he could go for round three.
Sweetie Belle smiles and walks over to the purple drake, “Ready for dessert big boy?” She questions, batting her eyebrows in Spike’s direction.
Spike was uncertain about eating Sweetie Belle, for she was the younger sister of his crush. Surely turning her into body pudge wouldn’t be the best way to get Rarity to marry him.
“I-I-I-I’m not sure Sweetie Belle. I kinda’ve have the hots for Rarity, I’m not sure if she’ll, or all of Equestria for that matter, would approve of me eating you.” He tries to decline.
Sweetie Belle shakes her head, “But I want this Spike, maybe me and the others can get our Cutie Mark this way.” She reasons, “Plus you may come one step closer to figuring out how to satisfy your hunger. Doesn’t that sound appealing, being able to sate the hunger that’s been eating away at you for the past month.” She offers.
Spike thought hard about this one, on one hand, he can figure out what he needs to do to stop his hunger from getting as bad as it was today. But on the other hand, he may or may not have all of Equestria on his tail depending whether or not somepony catches him. While his better judgement would have chosen the latter, the thought of figuring out how to cater to this hunger just seemed so much more appealing to him. So biting the bullet and willing to swallow the risk, he went with the former.
Spike nods, “Alright, let’s get this done with quickly before somepony comes here.” He agrees.
Sweetie Belle smiles, “Let’s.” She agrees.
Spike sighs one time before lifting Sweetie Belle off the floor and popped open his jaw, and stuffed Sweetie’s head inside.
Spike sent his tongue across Sweetie’s face, and was instantly in love. Out of all of the CMC’s, Sweetie Belle tasted the best, she had this taste of elegant sweetness and fruit taste, just like her.
Spike took his sweet time by swallowing small inches of Sweetie Belle, lathering every single fiber of Sweetie’s being in saliva, bringing forth the beautiful taste tat Sweetie offered.
In a matter of 5 minutes, Spike swallowed all that was Sweetie Belle as she rested in his belly that was stretched beyond belief.
Spike, feeling very relieved, decided to take a nap in the barn as he digested his meal. The thought of somebody coming over here and figuring out what he had done crossed his mind, but he shrugged it off as he figured nopony would come here before he was done with the CMC’s.
“Thanks girls, I really needed that.” He thanked them.
A muffled sound emitted from his belly, sounding like a ‘you’re welcome’ in unison by the CMC’s.
Finding a comfortable position to lay down, Spike fell asleep in bliss.
But in his blissful sleep, he failed to realize that somepony was standing in the doorway of the barn...
(The next day)
Spike woke up with a start, his gut had made quick work of the CMC, only leaving 3 inches of pudge upon him.
The instant Spike’s mind had left the dream world, he had realized a major difference from the previous days: he was no longer hungry.
“WOOHOO!!!” Spike shouts in triumph, with the assistance of the CMC, he could finally wake up without his gut burning a hole in himself.
After stretching, Spike made an exodus for the exit of the Apple orchard, but during the way there, a familiar voice ring through the farm.
“Hey Spike!”
Spike turned to the voice and saw AppleJack happily waving to him and in response, waved back, “Yo AppleJack!” He greets.
AppleJack then motions for him to come inside, “I got some tea brewing, you want some!” She offered.
While the offer was inviting, Spike wanted to go home, so he shook his head, “No thanks AJ, maybe another time.” He declines.
AppleJack nods before retreating back into her home, allowing Spike to return to his journey back home.
But on his way to the exit of the orchard, an epiphany made itself clear in Spike’s subconscious in the form of a question: How did AJ know he was at the orchard?
Sure she could’ve just saw him walking past, and he was willing to believe that, but a quick solitary look at the farmhouse had told him that she knew as she was staring out the window, smiling and nodding, but before he could do anything else, she closed the blinds and disappeared.
Spike’s animalistic instinct told him that he should have gone in there and tried to stop AppleJack from telling everyone about his little secret, but he didn’t want to risk coming up against Bic Mac who would no doubt crush him in an instant.
So, choosing again to bite the bullet again and accept his fate… or he could try to test fate again a later time.