The Fed One

 

"Just... not good enough," said Cadance, using her magic to set all the papers back down on the desk.

 

"I don't get it," said Shining Armor. "Crop yields are down for the second straight month. And they're down almost 40% from last year, and even more from the year before that!"

 

"Yeah, I don't get it either," said Cadance. She wandered over to a large, imposing bookshelf. Her horn lit up pink once again, as once again her magic worked. She used it to pull a large, heavy book from the topmost shelf, and levitate it down to her level. She flipped through the pages, passing page after page of bountiful crops of fruits, vegetables, and grains, and fields teeming with livestock. "In the old days, the Crystal Empire was one of the most fertile places on earth. It was the breadbasket of Equestria, and supplied everypony within the boundaries of Equestria with all the food they ever needed, and then some! But our crop yields and livestock retention have gone down every year we've been up here. Celestia is counting on us to restore the Empire's production in order to feed Equestria's growing population, but at this rate, we're going to need to start importing food, not exporting it!"

 

"There's got to be something we're missing," said Shining Armor, walking over to her. "I've read that book as many times as you have. We've followed all the instructions for tilling the soil, for fertilizing, for rotating crops, for paying attention to the seasons. Yet we're not getting anything like the results the ancient residents of the Empire did. Why?" His hoof reached over his wife's shoulder and tapped the page in frustration.

 

As he did so, there was a shuffle, and it seemed that, strangely, there were more pages moving than he had noticed before. "Hey, what did you do?" asked Cadance.

 

"I didn't think I did anything," he said. "Or at least I didn't mean to. Were those pages stuck together?"

 

"I... guess so. Have they been stuck together all this time?" Cadance pulsed her magic through the pages, and sure enough, some three or four pages came apart where before they had been pressed closely together. "How did we miss this?"

 

"Guess we weren't studying this book as closely as we thought," said Shining Armor. "What's it say?"

 

Cadance read swiftly. "It describes a special pony set aside by the Crystal Ponies. It's a pony they referred to as 'The Fed One,' and she was part of an ongoing ritual called 'The Feeding.'" She kept reading. "It seems like this 'Fed One' was essential to the productivity and fertility of the Crystal Empire. She exercised a kind of totemic role, and there was powerful magic at work in her that seeped out into the rest of the Empire."

 

"Does it say how to bring this Fed One back?"

 

"Yes, there's a very detailed ritual, and," she flipped through more pages, "a pretty elaborate description of just what being the Fed One entails." Cadance made a worried face.

 

"What?" asked Shining Armor.

 

"Well..." she passed him the book, "see for yourself."

 

Shining Armor read. He read swiftly, but thoroughly, flipping through the pages quickly. His eyebrows rose higher and higher with each page, until, by the end, he had an expression of pure shock on his face. "Oh."

 

"I'm not doing it," said Cadance.

 

"I'm not sure you'd be able to," he replied. "It says that only unicorns could become Fed Ones, and even then, only certain individuals had the right spirit to accept the magic and the role." Shining Armor arched an eyebrow at her. "Do you want to give it a try?"

 

"It seems... weird," said Cadance. She scrunched up her face. "But on the other hand, if these pages are right, then the presence of a Fed One in the Empire was essential to its fertility and production. It could be the missing ingredient to restore the Crystal Empire to its old bounty." She shifted the book back to herself, and flipped to the appropriate page. "Here's the spell you cast to determine if there are any current residents of the Empire suitable to become a Fed One. Let's see, first of all, if we've got the right sort of unicorn in our midst." Her horn flashed pink as ancient words swirled from her mouth. Flickers and flashes of pink lit up both her horn and the pages on which the spell was printed. Finally, there was a flash, and the tip of Cadance's horn began to pulse bright green. Cadance gasped. "We've got one! There's one unicorn in the Empire who has Fed One potential."

 

"Who?"

 

"I can show her to us... now!" Cadance pulsed the green light off her horn. It sprang into the air and expanded into an image: the image of a blue unicorn with a light blue mane and tail. "Oh! I know her. I've seen her before. Twilight knows her."

 

Shining Armor gazed up at the image. "Hmmm..."

 

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"Ah, the Crystal Empire!" cried Trixie, beaming with delight as she trotted down the crystal streets. She was so incredibly pleased with herself. She'd only been in the Empire a few days, but it had already lived up to its reputation. The scenery was breathtaking, the crystal ponies were delightful, and every aspect of life here was the best.

 

"Including the *urrp* food," said Trixie, licking her lips. She'd just come from a great restaurant; there were great restaurants everywhere up here. A heavy, decadent meal of deep fried kale was sitting in her belly, and she felt delighted by it. *Frrrpppp*, she farted softly as the digestion process was well underway. Trixie was a bit chubby these days; she'd been living comfortably in Ponyville around Starlight, Twilight, and their friends, and had left the hard life of touring on the road long behind. Indeed, it was partly to get away from the pampering of Ponyville that she'd moved up here. "Though if the entire Crystal Empire is anything like my first few days here, Trixie may not be able to live up to her plans."

 

"Excuse me, Trixie Lulamoon?" Trixie turned. Two crystal ponies wearing ornate necklaces were standing nearby. "Are you Miss Trixie Lulamoon?"

 

"Indeed I am. What do you want?"

 

"We were wondering if you would be willing to come with us."

 

"I... I'm not in trouble, am I?"

 

"Oh, no. Quite the contrary. We would like to discuss an opportunity with you."

 

"An opportunity? You mean like a job?"

 

"Something like that. Would you like to come?"

 

Trixie thought for a moment. She'd planned on going around to various shops and stores, maybe checking the newspaper, to see if she could find a place to work. But this was better news than she could have hoped for. So she tossed aside her concerns and smiled. "Trixie would love to come. Lead on!"

 

The two ponies led her deep into the capital city, into the ornate parts of town where the wealthy lived. They passed ornate mansions, gilded gates, and spacious villas. But when they turned a corner to one street, Trixie gasped. There was a huge, opulent crystal villa sprawled across an entire block in front of them, covered in sheets of adamant that glimmered in the radiant sunshine. What was more, the two ponies were leading her right up to its gates! Trixie was liking this 'opportunity' more and more. The gates slowly opened as they approached, and Trixie was led right up to the ornate front doors, which swung open and allowed them all to walk inside.

 

Trixie was led deep into the villa, past rooms with high ceilings and chambers with great doors. Finally, a greater door than any of them swung open, and Trixie was led inside. She grinned. It was a beautiful, gorgeous chamber, with a wide, comfortable-looking bed and a long, wide table taking up most of it. Then she turned--and she gasped again. "Princess Cadance!"

 

"Yes," said Cadance, for she stood at one end of the table, gazing serenely across it at Trixie as she approached. "You are Trixie Lulamoon, yes?"

 

"I-I am!" Trixie bowed low. "Your highness, I'm honored to meet you!"

 

"No, the honor is mine," said Cadance. "Trixie, I assume my attendants spoke to you about why you've been led here?"

 

Trixie's stomach was full of butterflies. And deep fried kale, of course; she actually wished she hadn't eaten such a heavy meal now, because her nervousness was mixing with her digestion in a troublesome way. But she tried to ignore her churning guts and looked Cadance in the eye. "Y-Yes, Trixie was told something about an opportunity?"

 

"Not just any opportunity, Trixie--the opportunity of a lifetime." Cadance trotted around the table towards her. "Trixie, am I correct in saying that you have enjoyed your time in the Crystal Empire so far?"

 

"O-Oh, most definitely!"

 

"And I assume you have enjoyed the food, as well?"

 

"I-I-I" *Frrrrt*, Trixie felt horrified as a fart sputtered out of her despite all her attempts at control. "S-Sorry, your h-h-highness, I, I..."

 

"You're quite excused," said Cadance with a smile. "I'll take that as a yes. But, Trixie, I must share a secret with you: all of the Empire's delicious food is in danger of going away forever." Trixie's horror reached new heights. "You see, we can't make our delicious food without fruits, vegetables, grains, and livestock. But unfortunately, crop yields and livestock retention have fallen considerably over the last few years. Our bountiful Empire is losing its ability to produce food."

 

"How awful!" Trixie cried.

 

"Fortunately, we think we have found a way to reverse the losses, and it involves you."

 

"Me? What can Trixie do?"

 

"There is an ancient figure in the lore of the Empire known as 'the Fed One.' The Fed One was essential to the Crystal Empire's fertility; without her, none of the Empire's bounty was possible. The Crystal Empire has lacked a Fed One since its return... until now." Cadance smiled kindly and warmly at her. "Trixie, YOU have the right disposition to be a Fed One. YOU can help us restore the Empire's bounty, and ensure that delicious food is produced in the Crystal Empire for endless years to come. So, what do you say? Will you help us?"

 

Trixie responded instantly: "Yes! Oh, yes, yes, of course! Trixie loves the delicious food she's had here, and she'll do anything to make sure it doesn't go away."

 

"Anything?"

 

"Anything!"

 

"Excellent," said Cadance. She looked at her two attendants and nodded at them; they nodded at her in turn, then left the room. "Now," said Cadance, "first things first: I must perform the ritual of the Fed One on you. I'm going to assume, based on your little gas problem, that you've eaten in the last twelve hours."

 

"As a matter of *uuurp*, oh, excuse me, as a matter of fact, I just ate lunch a little while ago."

 

"Perfect. Just what I wanted to hear. Now, Trixie, are you ready to receive the rights and responsibilities of the Fed One?"

 

Trixie proudly puffed out her chest and saluted. "I am ready, willing, and able!"

 

"Excellent." Cadance's horn flickered, and a large, thick book floated onto the table. Cadance flipped through the pages with her magic, until she got to two pages covered in a strange language that Trixie couldn't read. "Now, I need you to stand right in front of me." Trixie trotted over until she was in the right place. "Now, hold still."

 

Trixie did so. Cadance began to read from the book; as she did so, her horn flashed and flickered, first in its usual pink color, but then, gradually, turning to a bright, vivid green. Trixie began to feel herself tingling all over. It was especially vivid right around her midsection. Cadance's voice grew louder and louder, brighter and brighter, all in that language Trixie didn't understand.

 

Finally, Cadance shouted a single word louder than all, and the blast of green erupted from her horn right at Trixie. Trixie was briefly frightened; but the magic washed over her without any pain or even any feeling. The glow died down, and all was still. Trixie grinned at Cadance. "Did it work, your highness?"

 

Cadance smiled. "Turn your head and see for yourself."

 

Trixie craned her head around, and gasped. Waves of light, ripples of light, were pulsing out of her midsection, out of the space where her chubby tummy sat in between her front and rear legs. The waves were the same bright, vivid green as the spell that had been cast on her; they went out a few feet from her, and then vanished into nothingness. Trixie turned to Cadance and smiled. "It worked!"

 

"It did!" said Cadance brightly. "Trixie, you are now the Fed One. And that was the absolute hardest part of your responsibilities. From here on out, your life is about to become the easiest thing you can possibly imagine."

 

"Really?"

 

"Really. We'll take care of your arrangements. From now on, this villa is your home." Trixie gasped. "Yep, it belongs entirely to you. You will live here, and have the full run of the place. You won't need to manage it, though. You'll have servants to tend to your every whim. You won't have to work, either; we'll take care of everything to do with your living." Trixie gasped again, pure delight on her face. "As of this moment, you are a formal guest of the crown, and you'll never want or need anything ever again."

 

"I-I-I thank you!" cried Trixie brightly. But she paused. "Hold on, what's the catch?"

 

"Catch?" Cadance smiled mysteriously. "Well, there is a bit of a catch. Not a BAD catch, though. The only catch is that we will also be taking care of all your dining arrangements. Don't worry, you'll be catered to and attended on by all the restaurants you love so much. But the catch is, that you must eat whenever we ask you to eat, and you must eat everything you're served."

 

Trixie barked a laugh. "That's IT? And you call that a catch? Trixie loves to clean her plate!"

 

"I didn't think you'd mind," said Cadance. She trotted over to Trixie and gently massaged her chubby sides. "Now, Trixie, speaking of that: are you hungry?"

 

"Well, as I said, I did just..." Trixie stopped. She thought about if she was hungry. She really, really thought. Her eyebrow rose. "Actually, Trixie supposes she could eat. Maybe not too much, though."

 

"Perfect. Well, here's some food." Cadance nodded to the door. Trixie looked, and her tongue lolled out. The attendants had returned. They carried a tray that had an enormous baked potato on it. It was prepared to perfection, swimming in butter, cheese, sour cream, and chives.

 

"Ohhh," moaned Trixie. She suddenly felt an eagerness to eat that she'd never known before. Sure, she'd said she could eat before, but it was more than that. Now, all of a sudden, she was worried that the enormous baked potato would be too small. It was set in front of her, and Trixie didn't hesitate. Plopping herself in the chair at the table, she dug in, using her magic in lieu of utensils. Bites of the potato floated into her mouth, and she eagerly chomped them down. She moaned; the taste was heavenly! Drool began to ooze out of the corners of her mouth as she ate and ate. "Ohh, thank *uuuuurp* thank you, Princess Cadance!" Trixie said with her mouth full. "Oh, *uuurrrp*, sorry, so sorry I keep *uuurrp* burping..."

 

"No big deal," said Cadance. She tilted her head to the side. The ripples of bright green light were beginning to emanate from Trixie's midsection again. "Here's to the first day of the rest of your life."

 

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"Mfmfmfm," mumbled Trixie, her huge cheeks loaded with food. Drool and grease and oil oozed down her jowls, her chins, her folds. Her eyes gleamed. More. More. More.

 

How many meals was this, again? She wasn't entirely sure. This was because she wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been here, by now. How long since she had started her role as the Fed One? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? It seemed like it had been a very long time, but she couldn't be sure. This was because she was no longer very concerned about the passage of time. Time didn't matter to her. All that mattered was the food.

 

"And here's the last of it, Fed One!" cried a prim unicorn, levitating three huge trays onto the table. They were groaning with food, food of every kind imaginable: potatoes, pasta, fried vegetables, fried fruits, pasties, pot pies, curries, salads, breads, on and on and on and on. The table was loaded with dozens of these trays already, but they were all empty. Trixie had eaten every last thing on them.

 

"*BUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOORRRRRPPPPPP*," belched Trixie lowly, rattling the glass in the room. Her tongue lolled out. Fresh drool began to seep and leak from her cavernous mouth. She churned her legs uselessly, oozing and wading through swaths and folds and rolls of immense bulk. Somewhere far, far behind her, her tail twitched uselessly. "Mooooooooooorrree," she rumbled, smacking her lips and spraying a shower of saliva on the unicorn as she approached. "Mmooooooorrrrrree..."

 

"Here you are, O Fed One," said the unicorn, setting the trays down. Trixie immediately began to work her magic, shrunken-looking horn blazing brightly as she picked up dish after dish, morsel after morsel, gulp after gulp, all to stuff it down her drooling, oozing mouth.

 

Trixie was fantastically fat. No, to call her 'fat' didn't do her justice. 'Obese' didn't work either. What were some better words? Immense. Colossal. Enormous. She was a behemoth of flab, an ocean of blubber, a hugeness of blobby blue. Her face was immense, so much that she looked like an entirely different pony than she had when she was thinner: her vast, wide, heavy cheeks made her face the size of an entire normal-sized pony, and they puddled and sagged down onto one, two, three, FOUR chins. She was so fat that even her forehead bloated with flab, making her horn appear smaller than it really was. Her neck was nonexistent. Instead, her head settled into the heavy fat of her gigantic shoulders, which oozed over her front legs, which were themselves so hugely fat that she could barely move them.

 

Not that it did her much good to move her legs these days, because she was so huge that she was immobile. Her legs didn't even touch the ground. That was reserved for her incredibly huge belly. It propped her legs several inches off the ground; when she moaned in the bliss of gorging herself, her fat-buried hooves kicked uselessly in the air. But more than tall, her belly made her WIDE, because it swelled massively to either side of her like a giant blue lake. It puddled, it jostled, it rippled at the touch, swollen out so far to either side of her that her body minus her belly was equaled in width by either SIDE of her belly. Resting on its mountainlike slopes of flab, her huge back legs were like giant orbs of bloated flab, folding over themselves like the armored skin of a rhinoceros; it meant that her cutie marks, now bigger than her whole entire body used to be, were a bit folded over onto themselves as well.

 

*PFFFOOOOOOOOOOSHHH,*, came the immense gust of wind from her backside. The serving unicorn and her fellows smiled affectionately, and shook their heads. They knew what was coming next, and sure enough, an extremely foul miasma of stench drifted over them, the product of Trixie's voluminous ass. Each buttock was as big as a small guest bathroom, vastly wide and vastly tall and made of pure, putty-like fat. Her tail twitched uselessly above her prominent, deep blue anus, which even now twitched and flexed. *PPFFFFFFFOOOOOOSSSSHHHH.* Trixie's farts weren't toots, spurts, or sputters; they were breezes, gusts of flatulence that sometimes got so intense that the manes and tails of the normal-sized ponies around her billowed. Trixie produced whole windstorms of gas, always extraordinarily stinky.

 

"MFmfmf, mmfmfmfm, *BUUUUOOOOORRRRRRP*, mmfmfmf, ngmfmfm," gurgled and belched and sputtered Trixie as she ate. All the platters on her table were incredibly clean-spotless. These newest platters had already been almost completely emptied of food, despite arriving only fifteen minutes ago. With a rainstorm of drool spraying from her mouth, she gapped her lips wide and shoved an entire helping of pasta into her mouth. The noodles hung from her bloated lips as she guzzled them down, but she got them all; the few that fell were caught by magic. That was the last of the proper food, but Trixie still wasn't done. Her horn gleamed as she sopped up all the sauces, all the grease, all the juices, every last edible thing on any of the platters. With a disgusting slurping noise, she sucked it all into her puckered, porky lips, leaving the newest trays every bit as clean as the ones that had come before them.

 

All the while, as she ate, the ripples of bright green light emanated from her belly. Of course, her belly was much, much bigger than it had been at the start of her time as the Fed One, and as a result, the ripples of light were bigger, as well. They were now huge bright rings of green that swelled out from the vast lake of fat, so big and bright that when the lights were off and Trixie was eating the ripples lit the room entirely by themselves.

 

"*BUUUUOOOOOOOORRRRRPPPPPP*," belched Trixie, drool and grease spraying from her mouth as she did. She smacked her colossal lips. "Foooooooooooodddd," she rumbled. Her voice had grown much deeper, much breathier, and much more resonant with all the fat around her vocal chords and lungs. Now, when Trixie spoke, she spoke slowly, moaningly, and deeply, like some ancient statue come to life. Her heavy eyelids, which had also accumulated some flab, blinked slowly. Trixie had finished her third meal of the day; she would have one meal left, later that night. Each meal was gigantic, no longer measured in dishes or courses but in pounds, hundreds and hundreds of pounds of food with each meal, not counting her frequent snacks and treats. All told, Trixie now ate more than a ton of food every single day; this was fitting, because she now weighed multiple tons herself.

 

And, of course, all that food had to pass through her immense digestive system. Much of it was turned into fat, but quite a bit was not. *PFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOSH,* came the gust of the fart, billowing the manes and tails of the ponies in the room. The smell of this one was still unpleasant, but it had a distinctly deep, earthy tang to it that made all the unicorn servants look at each other knowingly.

 

"You remembered to replace the vat, right?" said the head servant.

 

"Yep!" said her prim subordinate. "Emptied, cleaned out, and replaced hours ago. It's all ready for another load."

 

Trixie's huge, fat face slowly worked through a series of heavy, pondering expressions. "Nnnnnngghhhh," she deeply, slowly grunted. Her legs began to churn the air on either side of her vast body, while her tail, uselessly perched atop her gigantic ass, twitched gently from side to side, cocking up into the air as it did. "Nnnggggghhhh," she grunted again. *PFFFFOOOOOOOOOOSSSH*, came the windstorm of a fart, even earthier and funkier in scent. Her bloated anus began to flex, puckering and unpuckering. "Nnnnnnnnggghhhh," gurgled Trixie. "Goooooottttttaaaaa...." she slowly spoke, oozing drool from her mouth with every word, "Goooooottttttaa gooooooooooo...."

 

With a deep, gurgling sound, her anus flexed open. A gigantic, dark brown turd oozed out from the deep blue opening, so big and heavy that it must have weighed dozens of pounds. It was vastly long and hugely thick, like some python of poop. It drooped and drooped until gravity got the better of it, and it broke off and plopped with a *WUMF* into the enormous white vat placed just beneath Trixie's vast butt cheeks. This enormous log was followed by another, just as big, and then another, and another, all of them breaking off when their weight became too much to bear.

 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," sighed Trixie deeply as she pooped. She pooped and pooped and pooped. Minutes ticked by as Trixie continued to defecate, and the big white vat filled with the enormous mound of her feces. One of the maids was new, and she gaped in awe. The smell was terrible, but she was just amazed by the sheer AMOUNT of poop coming out of Trixie. It was the biggest dump she'd ever seen, and she'd worked on a farm around cattle. Trixie pooped like an elephant, an impossible amount of shit flowing out of her. And this wasn't even Trixie's first dump of the day. She produced hundreds of pounds of feces each day. They didn't go to waste, either. In fact, Trixie's turds were unusually productive fertilizer; her poop worked magic wherever it was used as manure. It sold for hundreds of bits a pound to the most high-quality farms in Equestria, and Trixie's upkeep, as expensive as it was, was now entirely paid for by the sale of her poop.

 

*SPLLLLLRRT!!*, came the cannon-like belch of her anus as a final explosion of runny shit erupted from it. With that, she was done. At least for this round.

 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...." sighed Trixie again, drool slopping out of her mouth onto her four chins.

 

The unicorn maids sprang into action. Two of them put on gas masks and used their magic to levitate the full vat of poop out of the room for processing. Two of them grabbed soapy liquid and washcloths and went to clean Trixie's buttocks and anus, trotting pertly around her gigantic body. And the head maid walked up to the head of the table, staring Trixie politely in the eye. "How are you feeling, Fed One?"

 

"Hrrrrrrkkkkk," snorted Trixie, spittle spraying from her mouth. Her front hooves, surrounded by all the flab of her legs, pawed at the front oozings of her belly, which she did sometimes when she was thinking. She blinked slowly. She worked her mouth, like a cow chewing cud. A long dollop of drool oozed out of the front of her lips. "Deeessssseerrrrtttttttt," she slowly rumbled. "Brrrrrrinnnnnggg mmeeeeeee dessseerrrttttttt."

 

"Dessert! No problem! I'll have that brought to you as soon as it's ready!" The maid smiled and trotted out of the room.

 

"MmmMMMMMMmmmMMMMMmmmmm," rumbled Trixie, humming pleasantly. Her belly was packed with food. She was pleasantly lazy, but not ready to take one of her many naps yet. She'd emptied her enormous bowels. Dessert was on the way. Trixie was never really content these days, because she always felt a greed in the back of her mind, a greed for something to eat, something to taste on her tongue and stuff in her stomach. But right now, she was as close to 'satisfied' as she ever got.

 

"Hey, Trixie!"

 

Trixie knew that voice very well, and she flexed her huge lips and cheeks into the closest she could get to a smile these days. "Prrrinnnncesssss Caaaaddddaaaaaance," she rumbled, leaking drool from the corners of her mouth. Indeed, Cadance stood by her side, leaning into her immense fat front. Shining Armor stood nearby, smiling bemusedly as he took in the gigantic pony.

 

"Just wanted to check up on how our Fed One's doing. Is everypony treating you right here?"

 

"Yeeeeeessssssss," rumbled Trixie, spraying Cadance with spittle as she did; Cadance didn't mind. "Eeeeevveryyyoonnneee's soooooooo niiiiiiiice. IIIIIII geettttt taaaaaaaaken caaaaaaaaree oooffffff soooooooo welllllllll. Eeevvvverryyyyytthhhinnnngggg's soooo gooooooood."

 

"Well, is there anything more you might need here? You know I'm always happy to help out."

 

"Mmooooooooooorreeee," thundered Trixie, her gigantic fat body vibrating as she spoke. She began to kick her legs uselessly into the endless blue flab around them. "Moooooooooooorreee fooooooooooooooood. Moooooooooooorreee fooooooooooood. Allllllllll thhhhheeee foooooooooooooood IIIIIIIIIIII caaaaaaannnn eeeeeaaaattttttttttt."

 

"If it's more food you want, it's more you'll get. There's plenty, all thanks to you!" Cadance gently cupped Trixie's third chin. "Trixie, you're the most important pony in the entire Crystal Empire. It works! For years and years now, it's worked! The magic of the Fed One has come to pass! Every single year, we have more and more bountiful harvests. Every single year, we produce more fruit, vegetables, grain, and livestock than we did the year before. The Crystal Empire is once again the most fertile place in all of Equestria. And this year looks like it's going to be even better than that! Soon we'll be the most fertile place in the entire world! And it's all because of you, Trixie. You've become everything I could have hoped for and more."

 

"Hmmmmmmmmmm," hummed Trixie, once again smiling as best she could. "Gooooooooooooooooddd. Sooooooooo haaappppppyyyyy toooooo heeelllllppppp." She glanced down at Cadance, and Cadance looked up at her. Trixie's eyes, surrounded by fat, had grown squinted and beady. The purple irises weren't as bright and lively as they'd been when Cadance had seen her at the start of all this. There was a dull, hazy look to them now. Trixie's eyes had taken on an animal, livestock quality; there was a slowness to her gaze, and a dimness to her conversation, that seemed to come from more than just how long it took her to say anything. She seemed to have become stupider as she'd grown fatter. But she also seemed to be extremely happy. And she HAD agreed to become the Fed One willingly... even if Cadance hadn't ever been entirely honest with her about what it would wind up doing to her.

 

"Dessert is here, O Fed One!" cried the head maid, as all her helpers hurried in. They levitated the vast trays over their heads, and this time they were filled with heaping helpings of sweets and treats: puddings, pies, cakes, muffins, cupcakes, ice creams, every delectable dessert one could think of.

 

"Mofffmfmlfmf," gurgled Trixie. She flecked her mouth open and sprayed a waterfall of drool across the table, while goopy leaks of saliva oozed out of both corners of her enormous mouth. "Deessssseeeerrrrrrttttttttt."

 

"It's all for you, Trixie," said Cadance. "Are you sure there's nothing more I can do for you today?"

 

"Llllleeeettttt meeeeeeee eeeeaaaaaatttt," rumbled Trixie, dull livestock eyes fixed on the platters of treats. "IIIII'mmmmm thhheeeee Feddddddddd Ooooonnnnneeee, soooooooooo feeeeeeeeeeeeed meeeeeeeeee....."

 

"Great! I'll leave you to your dessert." Cadance trotted back to Shining Armor, careful to move away from Trixie as the icing and cream began to fly around her mouth. She walked up to her husband and grinned at him. "Impressive, isn't she?"

 

"I'm always in awe of just how big she's gotten," he replied. "But it's really worked to our advantage. You were right: the fatter she gets, and the more food she eats each day, the more powerful her magic as the Fed One becomes. That's why all the illustrations in the book are of hugely obese ponies. The bigger she gets, the more bountiful the Crystal Empire will be."

 

Cadance watched Trixie practically inhale an entire red velvet cake. She put a hoof to her chin. "I wonder how long she can keep it up? Eating and growing, I mean. Eventually she's going to just... break down, right?"

 

"Probably," said Shining Armor. "Ponies her size don't live forever, and she just keeps getting bigger. But I bet she'll stick around for years to come. And we'll support her no matter what happens. She's so important and special to the entire Empire."

 

"I suppose so," said Cadance. She smiled paternally at the impossibly fat pony. "And no matter what, she's happy." She waved a hoof at Trixie as she and Shining Armor turned to leave. "I love you, Trixie!"

 

"*BUUUUUUUUOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP*," belched Trixie, spraying cream and icing and spittle onto the table. Her cheeks were filled with her favorite treats. Cream, icing, pudding, and melted ice cream dribbled down her jowls and chins. She waved a fat-swathed front hoof at the departing Cadance. "IIIIIIIII llooooooooovveeee yooouuuuuuuuu toooooooooo," she rumbled, cake and crumbs spraying from her mouth.

 

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