> The Wonderbolt Tour > by Shamrock95 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Part 1: The Setup > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was one thing that Midnight had concluded about stallions in her years, it was that any of them could be lured in by an attractive mare. Deep down, they were all the same—flash them some cute eyes and a sweet voice, and they'd cut off their own tails to make you happy. She had used this observation to her advantage on more than one occasion... as she had done at that moment. "So you probably figured it out yourself by now," she said to the huge mass of fat and flesh behind her, "but I wasn't actually lost. Plot twist, right?" She giggled as she pressed into her victim's fleshy side, listening to his distressed whimpers and moans. "Oh, quit whining. You decided to let me in. You decided to take me up to the bedroom. I'd say this is all on you, buster." Midnight chuckled as she rested her head on his side. "Don't worry, I'll be out of your mane in a few minutes. Right now, I'm just too comfy to get up!" As Midnight made herself comfortable, she allowed her eyes to wander around the room. Her victim kept a tidy house, it seemed. Her eyes eventually settled on a flash of blue and yellow on the bedside table, which had been fortunate enough to be spared the fate of the stallion's bed, crushed beneath his colossal bulk. "Hello, what do we have here?" Midnight asked, her horn lighting up as she picked it up and lifted it over to her in a magical glow. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp of excitement. "Oh my gosh, a ticket to the Wonderbolts show in Manehattan! Were you going to go?" "Hey! D-don't touch that!" her victim said indignantly, his blubber wobbling as he tried in vain to stop her. "Well," Midnight said, pursing her lips, "this is a bit of a conundrum, isn't it? I mean, you're clearly in no shape to go to the show now. Not in this condition..." She made a show of humming and pondering, before her face lit up. "Oh, I know! I'll take it off your hooves for you! I was planning on going myself, and this would save me the trouble of buying a ticket myself. Sound good? Good!" "No!" the stallion cried as Midnight rolled off. "Do you know how much I paid for that?! You can't just steal it!" "Oh please, stealing is such an ugly word," Midnight tutted. "I'm simply requisitioning it for my own personal use. Big difference." She tucked the ticket into one of her saddlebags, before hoisting them over her back. "Well, I'd best be off now." "What?! You can't leave me like this!" "Sure I can," Midnight chuckled. "Don't worry, somepony will be along eventually, I'm sure. Until then, you can spend the time getting used to that new body of yours." With that, Midnight gathered her things and trotted out of the bedroom to the front door. "Take care now!" she cooed, slamming the front door behind her. The crowds packed into the stadium cheered and hollered for all they were worth as the blue spandex-clad Wonderbolts soared overhead, pulling up high into the sky as they performed all kinds of spectacular stunts for their viewing pleasure. Midnight had to admit, they were very impressive. And there were certainly far worse ways to spend an afternoon than sitting under a gorgeous sun in Manehattan watching the best flying team in Equestria give it their all against the backdrop of the city skyline. Of course, Midnight wasn't just there to appreciate the athletic capabilities of the Wonderbolts. As she watched them pull into a steep dive, her eyes were constantly scanning the cheering crowds, on the lookout for any ponies she could have her way with. She was certainly spoiled for choice with the number of stallions crammed into the stands, but as she looked about, she found her eyes resting on one stallion in particular... not in the stands, but up in the sky. One of the veteran Wonderbolts was leading the formation. What was his name again, Midnight pondered? It was... Soarin, that was it! As Midnight set her eyes on him, she felt it. That twinge in the back of her head that said, "Yes. This is the one." And what a prize a stallion like Soarin would be! Sure, Midnight had fattened up fit stallions before, but Soarin? Soarin wasn't just fit... Soarin was an athlete! The idea of luring in not just a celebrity, but an athlete, and reducing him to a bloated pile of flesh and flab... oh Celestia, Midnight could feel her knees going weak just thinking about it. He would truly be the prize to end all prizes. "You okay there?" Midnight started slightly as she turned to look at the pony who'd addressed her—a grey-furred, blonde-maned pegasus mare, clad in what looked like a mailpony's uniform. She would have looked perfectly unremarkable, had it not been for her eyes. While the mare was clearly focused on Midnight, one eye was pointing down at the ground, while the other was gazing up and off into the distance. Fortunately, Midnight managed to avoid offence by not appearing startled at the sight. But still, she could tell... this mare was different. Different like Midnight was... "You looked a little flushed," the mare continued, snapping Midnight out of it. "You need a sip of water or something? I've got some here." "Oh, um... no, I'm fine, thanks," Midnight replied, giving the mare a smile. "Just excited by the show, I guess." "I know, right?" the mare grinned. "I decided to check the show out after I dropped off a package in town, and boy, am I glad I did! These guys are something else!" "Uh-huh," Midnight said, already losing interest as both mares returned their attention to the show, Midnight's brain going back to Soarin. Midnight was no fool. She knew full well that getting any sort of alone time with a Wonderbolt would be much easier said than done. Once the show was over, Soarin would more than likely head off in the company of his fellow team members, and for the rest of the time, he would be square in the public eye. No, luring in Soarin wouldn't be easy, nor would it- The stadium's PA system let out a high-pitched squeal. "Attention, fillies and gentlecolts! Don't forget to grab your tickets for the raffle at the end of the show! One lucky pony will win the grand prize of a guided tour of the Wonderbolts Academy in Cloudsdale, guided by one of the Wonderbolts themselves! Get your tickets now!" "A tour of the Wonderbolts Academy?" the crosseyed mare repeated with a squeal of excitement. Well now, Midnight thought to herself with a grin, is that a stroke of luck or what? She made a note to head to the raffle once the show had concluded—there was no way she was going to let an opportunity like this slip past her. She settled back in her seat, a smirk on her face as her eyes once again rested on Soarin leading the team in a coordinated double aileron roll. Enjoy the flying while you can, my dear, she thought. I daresay it'll be the last show you'll do for a long, long time. The excitement in the air was palpable as a large crowd of chattering ponies gathered in the stadium's interior. The room they stood in was normally reserved for giving press talks after athletic events, but today, it was proving to be more than adequate for announcing which lucky fan was going to Cloudsdale and the Wonderbolt Academy. As the overly mane-gelled stallion at the podium wittered on about what an exciting prize this was, Midnight stood in the back, having found herself a nice, discreet little spot. Unlike many of the other ponies in the room, Midnight didn't actually have a raffle ticket... but then again, she didn't need one. Once the winner was announced, it would be a trifle for Midnight to... persuade them to hand over their prize to her. Especially once she found a nice, quiet spot to corner them in. If it got her the chance to have some fun with another cute stallion, so much the better. "Alright, fillies and gentlecolts!" the stallion said in a dramatic tone, causing a hush to fall over the crowd as he held up a slip of paper. "The winner of our grand prize is ticket number... 46!" "Yes!" Midnight heard amid the disappointed groans of the other competitors, as the ecstatic winner took to the stands. To her surprise, it was none other than the cross-eyed mare who had sat next to her at the show. "So, we meet again, my dear," she murmured as the mare was handed a ticket... her ticket. Midnight knew that a good hunter was a patient one, and this situation would be no different. As the crowd dispersed, Midnight left alongside them, keeping a close eye on the mare all the while. The crowds, fortunately, provided the ideal cover and concealment for her as she followed the mare through the stadium. She knew that sooner or later, they would pass by a relatively secluded spot where Midnight could pounce on her. As she followed her, Midnight was close enough that was she able to spot the mare’s cutie mark. An image of a swarm of floating bubbles. Midnight had to cover her lips to stop herself from giggling at the sight. "Oh, my dear, you’re practically begging me to make a bubble butt joke." A smile full of malice soon formed across Midnight’s features. When she was done with this mare, her cutie mark wouldn’t be the only thing round. The mare passed through the crowds, Midnight keeping close behind as she followed her out of the stadium and into the open air. Now that they were away from the crowds, Midnight would have to be extra careful to keep her distance. She hung back about twenty feet as she followed the mare back towards the city itself. Just before they could reach the busy street outside the stadium, however, the mare took a left turn, heading towards what looked like... Midnight grinned. A public toilet. Perfect. The mare must not have wanted to bother with the queues in the stadium—that suited her just fine. After double and triple-checking to make sure nopony else was coming, Midnight entered the grimy bathroom, where she could see that one of the stalls was already closed. Midnight had her all to herself. The only trivial part now was deciding how to approach her. Should she come off as shy and timid? Or perhaps friendly and cheerful? Either didn’t matter. Whether it was mares or stallions, Midnight always knew how to greet a new face, just before it turned to flab in her hooves. In the end, it amounted to timing, and keeping a cool head. Soon, Midnight heard the click of the door unlocking, and got ready to pounce... but as the door opened, again she saw those eyes. And she hesitated. There it was again—that unshakable feeling that this mare was different to the rest. "Oh!" the mare said, looking slightly startled. "Um, hi again." "Uh... hi," Midnight said simply. Even though part of her brain was screaming at her to do her thing, she just... couldn't. She was paralysed. "Um... are you following me?" the mare asked, raising an eyebrow. "What? Uh, no! No, no!" Midnight said quickly, laughing a bit too loudly. "I was just, uh, looking for a place to beat the queues back there! Definitely not following you." Dear Celestia, what was happening? Why was this so hard? Why was she panicking? "Really?" the mare asked, chuckling. "Me, too. I still can't get over how busy this city is." Midnight breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, so the mare didn't think she was a stalker and she hadn't screamed for any cops. That was a good start. "Heh, me neither. So, you're not from around here?" she asked. She had to keep the mare talking. If she was talking, she wouldn't have time to think. Midnight was beginning to feel in control again. "Oh no," the mare replied with no small amount of pride. "I'm from a town called Ponyville. Have you heard of it?" Ah... Ponyville. Though it had been a while since Midnight’s last visit, the memories were as fresh as if it were yesterday. "Oh, I may have heard the name from time to time." "Cool! My name's Derpy, by the way," the mare said as she offered a hoof. "Derpy Hooves." "A pleasure, Miss Hooves," Midnight smiled as she took her hoof. Alright, enough beating around the bush. Time to move in for- "Hey!" an angry voice bellowed, before Midnight found herself being roughly shoved out of the way by somepony. In front of her, a very angry-looking green pegasus mare was staring down this Derpy mare. "You!" she continued, getting right up in the mare's face. "Ah! Wh-what do you want!" Derpy asked, looking frankly terrified. "The ticket," the mare growled. "Hand it over." "What? N-no!" Derpy stammered. "It's mine!" "Listen to me, you wall-eyed little cow," the mare spat. "The only pony going to that academy is me, you hear me? Me, Lightning Dust! I'm going to make that Spitfire bitch pay for kicking me out all that time ago! And I'm not about to let some cross-eyed freak get in my way!" "I'm not a freak!" Derpy protested, sounding on the verge of tears. "And you're not getting-" She screamed as Lightning grabbed hold of her, roughly pushing her back into the wall. "Hand it over, you Celestia-damned retard!" she roared. As Midnight watched from the ground, she could see Derpy's terrified, tear-stained face. Only... it wasn't Derpy's face anymore. It was Midnight's. A much younger, more timid... rounder Midnight. She was alone. She was big. She was crying. The bullies were doing it again. Singing their schoolyard taunt like it was some kind of chant. "Midnight, the Great Big Blight! She's so fat it's quite a sight! Watch out or she’ll crush you will all her might!" And what did the children all do? They just laughed along with them. Joining in on the taunt like it was a chorus. And there was nothing little Midnight could do, except cry. It was pathetic, nauseating, and infuriating to watch. The children were mocking her. The bullies were mocking her... A wave of anger, white-hot and all-consuming, crashed over Midnight as she forced herself to her hooves, gritting her teeth as her horn lit up. Faust damn it, get off of her. Lightning slammed Derpy's head hard against the wall with a sickening thud, causing the poor mare to slump to the ground in a semi-conscious daze. At the same time, a pair of hooves grabbed Lightning from behind and flung her painfully to the floor. "Agh! What do you-" Lightning cut herself off as she saw an utterly furious-looking unicorn mare staring down at her. Midnight looked at Lightning with hate... no, not hate. Loathing. What was this mare... just another pathetic bully. Another thick-headed, cowardly... Midnight growled as she pressed down into Lightning's stomach, rubbing up and down and causing her svelte form to balloon outward with blubber. This time, there was no playfulness, there was just a deep, angry urge. She wanted to see this mare suffer. "Wh- what in Tartarus?!" Lightning shrieked, frantically trying to wriggle her way out from under Midnight's grasp. "What are you doing? Stop it!" "Oh no, you don't," Midnight growled as she grabbed hold of Lightning's cheeks. "You're not going anywhere." With a rub of her hooves, Lightning's cheeks swelled to chipmunk proportions, accompanied by a thick roll of adipose around her neck. Lightning whimpered, wiggling her unchanged legs, now comically out of proportion to the rest of her. Midnight roughly flipped Lightning onto her heavier stomach, straddling her as she took hold of her rump. Under her touch, Lightning's flanks began to swell up into two big bags of adipose, sagging slightly under their own weight, along with a pair of holiday-ham thighs. And Midnight was nowhere near done with this mare yet. Oh no... by the time she was done, there would be no space left in the bathroom at all. They would have to knock the whole thing down just to free her. But as Midnight prepared to do that, the red mist cleared. She looked down at Lightning and saw her for what she really was. Just a sad, pathetic thug. She wasn't worth it. Midnight got to her hooves and took a deep breath, before looking down at Lightning. "Stay down," she told her. "Follow us, and I will make you pay for it." With that, she went over to the semi-conscious Derpy and helped her to her hooves, leading her out of the bathroom. Just to be on the safe side, she shut the door leading into the bathroom itself and sealed it shut with a magical seal, trapping Lightning inside. "Ugh, my head..." Derpy moaned as they left, looking up at Midnight with bleary eyes. "What happened...?" "I... I scared that mare off," Midnight said. "She won't bother you again." "Oh yeah... she was scary," Derpy said with a shudder. Then, to Midnight's surprise, she found Derpy throwing her forelegs around her and pulling her into a hug. "Thank you," Derpy said, sniffing. "I dunno what would have happened if you hadn't..." "Hey, think nothing of it," Midnight assured her as she gently pulled Derpy off... only to find a piece of paper being handed to her. "What's this?" "It's my ticket," Derpy explained. "I can't offer you much, but I want you to have it. As a token of my gratitude." "Wha..." Midnight said, looking quite surprised. Derpy had been so excited to win this, and now... "Derpy... are you sure?" "Sure I'm sure!" Derpy said with a smile. "Honestly, I'd probably be too busy with work to go to the academy, anyway." Midnight, genuinely touched, gave Derpy a smile of her own. "Well, thank you kindly, Miss Hooves." "No problem," Derpy giggled. "Hey, I don't think I caught your name." "Didn't throw it," Midnight replied. "It's Sooty." "Well, maybe I'll see you around, Sooty," Derpy said. "As for me, I've got a train home to catch." "Do you want me to walk you there?" Midnight asked. "That was quite a knock on the head you took..." Derpy shook her head. "I've had worse, believe me. I'll be fine. Oh! Before I go..." She reached into her mailbag, sifting through the various letters before pulling out a muffin of all things. "Take this, too." Midnight almost wanted to scoff. The last thing she needed was something to add weight to her. Working through a smile, Midnight declined her offer. "Thank you, but I try to avoid eating stadium confectionaries." Derpy just smiled as she shook her head. "Don’t worry, this isn’t from here. I made it." Midnight’s smile fell. Once more, the pegasus had rendered her stunned. "You made it?" "Yeah, with my own two hooves. And you look like you could use a real meal." Unsure what to do, Midnight’s magic took hold of the baked good as she studied it for a moment. "Well... thank you again, I guess." "No problem," Derpy grinned. "See ya!" "Later," Midnight said, giving her a quick pat on the flank with her hoof as a way of saying farewell... as well as giving Derpy a "gift" of her own. She smiled as she watched Derpy go, this time with a noticeable bounce to her butt as her rump grew thicker and fatter. "Every mare wants some bigger assets there, right?" she said to herself with a chuckle. "Rock on, Miss Hooves." As Midnight went on her own way, she paused as she caught sight of her reflection in a puddle. She gave her replica a wink as she tossed her mane. Sure, she had looks, confidence, and a voice that would drive any stallion wild the moment she turned on her husky setting, but it wasn’t always like that. It wasn’t always so easy. The puddle began to ripple, the reflection of Midnight rippling along with it. There she was again—younger, fatter, tear stains on her fat cheeks. She had hidden in an old barn near her home in an attempt to escape the bullies chasing her, taunting her. That had been where she found it, she recalled. A thick, leather-bound spell tome. For want of something better to do while she hid, she had picked it up and read it. And the spells inside... they just called to her. As she read them, she saw a chance for payback, a chance for- Midnight shot back to reality with a gasp as she realised a taxi had almost collided with her. She span around to see the driver giving her an angry look. "Hey! Wake up, ya rube!" he yelled. "S-sorry, sorry..." Midnight rambled, flushing lightly as she realised she was drawing quite a few stares from passers-by. With as much dignity as she could muster, she headed back to the stadium. She needed to look the part for her big day, after all. > Part 2: The Setback > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Midnight could feel the weight of the spell book in her saddlebag as it bounced against her plump, wobbling flank. She bit her lip as she looked around her, observing the trees and bushes on either side of the path she was walking. She always used this path to get home from school—she enjoyed the seclusion it provided, away from prying eyes. And away from the bullying and teasing... "There she is!" Oh no. They'd found her. Midnight squeezed her eyes shut as they approached her. Four of them, all her age, all with malevolent sneers on their muzzles. "You trying to avoid us, Midnight?" one of them said, poking her roughly in her fleshy side. "You really think you can hide that massive flank from anypony?" "Ponies can probably see you from the other side of town," another added, leading to peals of laughter from the group. Midnight simply stared down at the ground, feeling tears prick her eyes once more. "Leave me alone..." she mumbled. "Leave me alone..." "What was that, tubs?" the first bully said as he poked her again. "You wanna start something, Midnight? Midnight, the Great Big Bl-" "Leave me alone!" The power behind Midnight's scream was enough to cause the bully to take a startled step back. He had never heard Midnight yell so loudly before... in fact, he had never heard her yell at all before now. Midnight looked up, and the look in her eyes was enough to give her tormentors pause. Fury, raw and hot, burned behind her eyes as she clenched her jaw. And as she did so, she brought to mind the spells she had read in that book, and her horn began to glow... "Ma'am?" Midnight was startled back to reality, looking around her. She was no longer a filly, but a grown mare. She was no longer surrounded by bullies, but alone in a hot air balloon high amongst the clouds. "Um, sorry," she said to the balloon pilot. "I was miles away." "We'll be arriving in Cloudsdale shortly," the pilot informed her. "Ah... good, good," Midnight nodded. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Midnight wasn't normally the type of mare to dwell on the past, but ever since that incident with Derpy and that thug of a pegasus who'd attacked her, her mind had kept flashing back to those bad old days. The bullying, the taunting... and how she'd finally gotten her own back... She shook her head. Enough of that. Right now, she was on her way to Cloudsdale, with a clear game plan. Go in for the tour of the Academy, find Soarin, get him alone... and have her fun with him. She certainly looked the part, with the gear and accessories she had bought at the stadium. A Wonderbolts cap adorned her head, along with a matching T-shirt and a pennant sticking out of her saddlebag for good measure. A camera was slung around her neck to complete the look, making her look every bit the excited Wonderbolts fan. Just call me Shutterspeed, she thought as she adjusted the cap on her head with a smile. "And here it is," the pilot announced as they broke the last bit of cloud cover. "Welcome to the Wonderbolts Academy." Midnight looked up as the balloon drew closer to the Academy, flying low over the landing strip. Ahead of her lay a grand-looking cloud structure, with several blue-clad pegasi flying around it—the Academy's latest students, all looking for a spot on the team themselves. Midnight lifted her camera using her magic and took a photo, figuring she might as well grab at least one while she was here. A Wonderbolt officer on the ground guided the balloon in to land, and Midnight soon found her hooves on the tarmac. Before she had departed, she'd had a cloud-walking spell cast on her by a cheerful old mare at the balloon terminal, so there was no fear of her falling to her doom. "Ticket, please," the officer said brusquely as Midnight disembarked. "Here you are, sir," Midnight said as she handed her ticket over, the officer giving it a cursory glance. "This way," he said, turning and following without even looking back. Stallion of few words, huh? Midnight thought as she followed him. As they made their way towards the Academy itself, Midnight found herself silently hoping that Soarin himself would be the one to guide her. Oh, that would be just perfect! She could follow him along, lure him in somewhere and just... "Well, hey there!" a distinctly female voice said. Midnight looked up to see a familiar face smiling at her—not familiar from personal relationships, but rather familiar from being plastered all over posters and promos. Granted, she wasn't wearing her iconic blue uniform, but it was still unmistakably her. "You must be the lucky contest winner, huh?" Spitfire continued. "Welcome to the Wonderbolts Academy. I'll be your guide for the day." Damn it. This complicated things a little. Now Midnight would not only have to track down Soarin herself, but she would also have to find some way to give Spitfire the slip. Still, all in good time. "The Spitfire?" she gasped, every bit the adoring fan. "Ohmigosh, that's amazing!" Spitfire chuckled. "Glad to see you're so enthusiastic!" she said. "And judging from the attire, I'm guessing you're quite the Wonderbolts fan, am I right?" "Huge fan, ma'am! Huge fan!" Midnight said as she nodded rapidly, her camera bouncing up and down around her neck. "Uh, my name is Shutterspeed, by the way." "Well, it's a real pleasure to meet you, Shutterspeed," Spitfire assured her, giving her a pat on the back. "Now then, while we're on the tour, I'm gonna have to ask that you don't wander off and stick with me. We wouldn't want you getting into any bother—not that I think that's going to happen, of course. Just a precaution, you know?" "Oh, of course, ma'am," Midnight assured her. "I understand." "Great! In that case, let's get started, shall we?" As Midnight followed behind Spitfire, she had come to a conclusion. If she wanted to get to Soarin, she would have to get rid of this mare somehow. "And to your left," Spitfire said as she gestured to a display case, "is where you'll see a display of the campaign medals won by Commander Easy Glider during the Battle of Mount Moesring. It's said that during the battle, Easy Glider took on three wyverns single-hoofed..." Midnight was bored to a point slightly beyond being bored out of her mind. She had been following Spitfire for about an hour now as they moved through the academy, and despite her best efforts to put on an eager face and act all happy and excited like a fan would, it was seriously beginning to take its toll. The truth was, she had no interest in this sort of thing. All the words Spitfire was speaking—about the history of the academy, the names of famous Wonderbolts, the battles they had taken part in—may as well have been in Neighponese as far as she was concerned. To make matters worse, Spitfire hadn't been kidding when she said she wasn't going to let Midnight wander off alone. Even when Midnight had requested a bathroom break, Spitfire had stood right outside and waited for her. Midnight swore that if Spitfire could have gotten away with it, she'd have stood right outside the bathroom stall. What was more, they hadn't seen hide nor hair of Soarin during the entire tour. Midnight had asked about him, to which Spitfire had simply replied that he was occupied for the day, refusing to divulge any more details beyond that. It was becoming increasingly clear to Midnight that if she wanted to get to Soarin, then she would have to find some way to remove Spitfire from the equation. But how? That was when Midnight saw it. A door with a frosted glass window, with a name embossed on it—Commander Spitfire. Was that...? "Um, excuse me?" Midnight asked politely. "Would that happen to be your office, ma'am?" "Hm?" Spitfire turned her head to look at the door in question. "Yep, that's it right there." Her office! Perfect! If Midnight could lure her in there, she could definitely put her out of the way... in the best way she knew how, of course. "Holy cow!" Midnight exclaimed, Shutterspeed's excitable personality coming to the fore once again. "That's your office? Like, that's really it? Oh, could you show me around it? Pleeeeease?" She topped it off by giving Spitfire some big ol' doe eyes. "Uh..." Spitfire blinked, looking slightly weirded out. "You want to see my office? There's not a whole lot to see in there..." "Please?" Midnight asked again. "You'd be doing a fan a huge favour!" "Well... if you insist," Spitfire said. "Just don't expect to be blown away or anything." Too easy, Midnight thought to herself. She followed Spitfire into the office as she opened the door and led her through. "Well, here it is," Spitfire remarked. "Whoa," Midnight said with wide eyes as she looked around. "So this is your office, huh?" "Heh, yep," Spitfire replied with a smile. "This is where the magic happens." Oh, you have no idea how right you are, my dear. It was then that Midnight noticed the ponnequin at the far end of the room—a ponnequin with a familiar electric blue flight suit stretched across it. As she looked at it, the gears in her head began to turn. "Oh. My. Celestia," she said, her eyes wide and shimmering with faux excitement. "Is... is that your flight suit? Is that Spitfire’s flight suit?" "That it is," Spitfire nodded. As she said that, Midnight finally came up with a rather devilish idea. She had never been a mare to buy into the notion of "business before pleasure." Sure, she needed to get Spitfire out of the way... but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun at the same time. "Uh, ma’am?" she asked. "If I could make one last request..." "Shoot," Spitfire replied. "Could I... could I possibly get a couple of photos of you in your flight suit?" Midnight asked. "This has been such a wonderful tour already, and this would truly be the icing on the cake!" Much to her surprise, however, Spitfire pulled a face. "Eh... I dunno, kid. I’m not exactly one for getting my photo taken." "What?" Midnight asked, confused. "But... you’re the captain of the Wonderbolts. You’re not seriously telling me that you’re camera shy, are you?" "That’s different," Spitfire clarified. "Getting your picture taken by legions of fans in an open stadium? No problem. Having your photo taken with a bunch of whiny fillies while their parents watch? A pain in the flank, but doable. Having your photo taken by a complete stranger in your office, in private? Sorry, not so much." A stubborn one, eh? Midnight knew that type all too well. Still, mare or stallion, she could turn them around. She let out a little whimper as she gave Spitfire the same big eyes that had gotten her into the office in the first place, her lip quivering slightly. "Please? You’d be making my day. For a fan?" Spitfire rolled her eyes before hanging her head. "Fine..." she moaned. "I suppose a few shots wouldn’t hurt." "Thank you! I promise this will be a photo shoot you’ll never forget." "Yeah, yeah, I’m sure." Spitfire moved towards the ponnequin, before pausing and turning to face Midnight. "You’re not planning on selling these or anything, are you?" Midnight placed a hoof over her chest as she proclaimed, as if giving a solemn vow, "I give you my word that the only ponies who will ever see these photos will be me, myself, and I." Satisfied with that answer, Spitfire turned and continued towards her costume. Midnight took the opportunity to surreptitiously cast a soundproofing spell on the walls around them, just in case things went south. From her position, she could make out the tight, powerful muscle beneath Spitfire’s fur—a real athlete’s build. Not for long, it wouldn’t be. At the other end of the room, Spitfire set about squeezing into her uniform, feeling the material snap into place over her body. "Alright... how do I look?" she asked. "Oh, fantastic!" Midnight assured her. "Really, fantastic! I should be able to get some great photos out of these!" "Good, good," Spitfire replied. "So... what, do you want me to strike some poses or something?" "You know what?" Midnight said. "That’d be just perfect. Let’s see... can you give me a really dynamic pose? Like you’re poised for takeoff?" "Eh, I guess," Spitfire said. She tensed herself as she lowered her front half to the ground, sticking her rump up in the air and tensing her muscles. "Oh, that’s amazing!" Midnight squealed, clopping her hooves together with delight as she took a photo. "Okay, what next, what next... alright, give me a confident shot next! Give me a look that says, ‘I’m a top athlete and I know it!’" Spitfire chuckled. She hadn’t been sure of this at first, but she had to admit that this mare’s enthusiasm was contagious. "Alright, hold on," she said, before tossing her mane back and giving Midnight a half-lidded smile. "Perfect, perfect!" Midnight gushed. "Alright, demure pose. Give me a nice, cheeky shot." This time, Spitfire had no hesitation, feeling much more at ease in Midnight’s presence. She stretched out on her side on the ground and rested her head on her front hoof, giving the camera a wink while sticking her tongue out. And so the process continued, with Spitfire posing for several different shots at Midnight’s command. Unbeknownst to Spitfire, Midnight was moving closer and closer to her with each shot, moving within touching distance. As she approached her, she cast her spell into her hooves, feeling the magic flow through them. "You know what?" Spitfire said. "I never was into those cutesy modeling things, but this is pretty fun." "I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Captain," Midnight smiled. "Maybe you could answer me a question I’ve been pondering for a while now." "Go ahead, shoot." "Just how strong is the elastic in those uniforms?" Spitfire paused just as she posed in a mid-takeoff position. "Uh... I don’t know, that’s not my department. They have to stand up to some strong G-forces, as well as the usual crashes and accidents you can expect, so I’d say it’s pretty resilient." "Hmm... I see. Maybe we should do a test?" Midnight asked, her eyes glinting as she circled around her. "A... a test?" Spitfire repeated, puzzled. "What kind of-" She cut herself off as Midnight pressed her hooves into her flanks, rubbing her rear end vigorously. "Gah! What in Tartarus?!" she yelled, lashing out with her hind legs and getting Midnight to stagger backwards. "Get off me, you perv!" "Oooh, a feisty one, eh?" Midnight said as she recovered herself. "Well, it won’t do you any good. I imagine you must be feeling a bit... bottom-heavy right about now." Indeed, Spitfire could feel a definite weight tugging at her rear end. Twisting her head around, she was shocked and horrified to see that her rump had swollen up as surely as if her butt cheeks had been a pair of balloons attached to a helium tank. They were round, flabby and quivering, straining the fabric of her suit that bit tighter. "What did you do to me?" she shrieked. "Help! Somepony get in here-" "That won’t do any good," Midnight said airily as she grabbed hold of her forelegs. "Looks like the suit is still holding... for now." As Midnight said that, she quickly rubbed at Spitfire’s forelegs. Spitfire felt her breath catch in her throat as they too turned thick and fleshy, the muscles being buried under layers of pillow-like fat. She tried to wriggle free and send a punch Midnight’s way, but the new weight added to her legs rendered it little more than a clumsy swipe. "Aw, feeling a little lethargic?" Midnight giggled. There was that glint again. To Spitfire, it was merely a confirmation that she was dealing with a madmare. Midnight took Spitfire by surprise by shoving her backwards. With her new weight around her rear compromising her balance, Spitfire found herself falling onto her side with a cry of shock and pain. Midnight bore a toothy grin as she stood over her. Spitfire tried to edge away from her, eyes wide with horror as she raised a hoof. "Please don’t..." "My dear Spitfire..." Midnight said, her grin now positively predatory. "I’m just getting started." Spitfire screamed out as Midnight flung herself at her, rubbing her hooves over every inch of her body. Immediately, she could feel herself swelling grotesquely with blubber as Midnight ran her hooves over her belly, quickly transforming her sleek, toned abdomen into a massive gelatinous gut. Rolls of fat began to appear through her suit as it was stretched tighter and tighter, the material creaking and groaning from the new exertion being forced upon it. "My, this is a tough suit, isn’t it?" Midnight said with a high-pitched giggle as she rubbed Spitfire’s back with one hoof, feeling thick, juicy back rolls spread out beneath her touch. She used her other hoof to knead the mare’s buttocks, causing her rump to lose all definition as they went from balloons to deflated airbags. "You must be feeling rather uncomfortable right about now, am I right?" Indeed, Spitfire could feel her suit constricting her like never before. No matter how much she grew, the suit would not yield. It was beginning to ride up crevices she didn’t even know she had, her new rolls of fat being outlined more clearly as the material grew taut over them. She let out several intermittent high-pitched whimpers, her eyes watering as more and more of the rubbery material found its way up her rear end. She wiggled her front legs in a comically useless display of defiance as Midnight moved to her face and neck. As she felt the mare’s evil touch roam over her cheeks, they too began to fill the confines of her suit, being compressed uncomfortably as they swelled to cherubic proportions. Likewise, her new treble chin was being constricted far more than she would have liked. She let out a strangled croak as Midnight looked her in the eyes. "Well, what do you know?" she said. "You were right—that suit really can withstand some serious strain." It was true. Spitfire’s suit had miraculously survived the entire ordeal. It was now stretched so tight over Spitfire that it may as well have not been there at all. Every roll, fold and crease was visible, with the suit riding up any crack and hole it could find. Spitfire rolled onto her side as Midnight pushed her, revealing her perfectly-outlined belly button. "Well," Midnight said as she made for the door, "it was fun, but I have places to go. Ponies to see. Or rather... a pony to see." As she opened the door, she turned to face her once more. "Oh, and by the way? I honestly couldn’t care less about your silly flying team." With that, Midnight closed the door and placed a seal on it, trapping Spitfire inside. "That takes care of that," she told herself as she set off. There were a number of thoughts running through Spitfire’s mind. How could she have been duped by such a deranged pony? How would she run the Wonderbolts now? How would she explain this to the Wonderbolts? Yet none even compared to the large problem that was currently riding up her rear. "I have the mother of all wedgies right now."