[RP] Midnight Tryst

 

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It was another calm and peaceful night in the Equestrian capital of Canterlot. The moon was bright and full overhead, a full complement of stars twinkling merrily along with it. Though the majority of the city was asleep, there were several brightly lit patches scattered throughout, the nearby air filled with music and laughter as ponies partied the night away. At the palace itself, all was quiet and still, the watchful eyes of the night guard casting every which way as the members in question glided about on silent, leathery wings.

 

The Princess of the Night sighed wistfully as she slowly moved down one of the palace's numerous empty hallways. Like most nights, she had seen very few ponies for the Night Court and had adjourned early, leaving her to her own devices as far as entertainment went, and with the court ended and the dreamscape peaceful and serene, there was not much that could be done. Except that which the princess had taken to with a rather enthusiastic gusto recently: eat. The still, silent air was disrupted by the irritated gurgling of the dark blue mare's overtaxed stomach, stretched as it was with admittedly far too many sweets and treats. A low, rumbling belch sounded out followed by a mildly discomfited groan as her quivering orb of a belly sloshed back and forth with her movements.

 

She knew she had overdone it...again...but she just didn't know what else to do with herself. As a result, her previously lithe and graceful frame was nothing more than a distant memory, replaced by luxurious curves and delightfully squeezable rolls of excess fat. Her increased bust, while not yet anywhere close to comparing to that of her sister's, strained slightly against the lacy bra which constrained them, already needing to be enlarged slightly despite a fairly recent fitting. The rest of her outfit was not faring much better. Her silky, transulcent skirt revealed more of her legs than was originally intended, and the waistband strained to contain all that blue flab pushing against it, both at the waist and from the bloated overhang above.

 

Luna wasn't entirely sure what had possessed her to wear such a ridiculous outfit, but at least it was light and comfortable and breezy. When she had returned to the castle she'd been delighted to find most of her previous belongings waiting for her, even if they were a bit...antiquated. This one in particular had been an incredibly popular style a thousand years ago, but now? Not so much. Nonetheless, she had felt drawn to it, perhaps because she longed to feel like a sexy mare again instead of the ever-growing pig she really was. As she strode sluggishly through the hallways, she thought about how on the one hand, she hoped nopony saw her in such an embarrassing state...but on the other hand, she kinda hoped she'd run into somepony and totally throw them for a loop...

 

Valiant had recently, to the chagrin of his sleeping habits, been assigned to the night guard. This was a... strange turn of events for him, as he was the sole unicorn amongst a company of batponies and two griffons. Still, he was loyal to the Princesses and apparently one of their patrol captains had taken leave for a few months. A temporary change in pace, although if he was reading into things right that wasn't the actual reason he had been re-assigned and was only what the justification was.

 

Perhaps Celestia was attempting to throw him at her sister, perhaps Luna herself had subconsciously assigned him out of a desire to seek out a virile stallion. Perhaps it was simply the fate of paperwork. Regardless of the reasoning, that stallion was striding down the same halls Luna was. Dismissing his brass armour due to noise, he wore only a simple shirt that clung tightly to his muscled frame and a pair of shorts to give his legs breathing room as he stepped down the halls. It was warm this evening after all, and he enjoyed the feeling of the cool breeze on him.

 

The meeting of Luna and Valiant happened by happenstance, as these things often tended to, when Valiant turned a corner and was faced with the well-rounded ass of Princess Luna in the hallway ahead of him. Staring, as a stallion as thirsty as him was known to do, he watched as that booty wobbled and moved... and then watched as Luna pivoted towards the window, threw it open, and stuck her head out.

 

Valiant tilted his head as he heard her hack and cough and vomit out god only know how much food, and it was when she pulled herself back in that their eyes met. Valiant found himself stunned into silence, but Luna wasn't the only one making a fool out of herself- a firm tent poked out of his shorts and the lighting of the hallway torches cast a profoundly obvious shadow off of it as he gawked at her.

 

Luna clenched her eyes shut as she retched violently, just barely managing to get her head out the window in time before her stomach rebelled against her latest binge...for the third time that night. Once it seemed things had settled down for the time being, she withdrew back into the hallway with a soft groan of discomfort, wiping her mouth clean as she did so.

 

It was at that point that she cast her eyes about her to see if anypony had seen that rather embarrassing incident, and unfortunately for her dignity somepony had. Standing at the far end of the hallway was her temporary captain of the night guard, one Captain Valiant, a unicorn officer of lower Canterlot nobility who was well-decorated and respected among the ranks of Tia's solar soldiers. The Princess of the Night stood rooted to her spot for the time being as her mind struggled to function through the gluttonous haze that had settled over it. Her eyes wandered of their own accord over his toned, muscular form and well-groomed horn, as well as something else concealed just below his wasitband.

 

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a few more moments before Luna finally cleared her throat and spoke: "Ah, Captain Valiant...we did not see you there..." she trailed off lamely, trying desperately to salvage the situation the best she could and coming up completely blank. "...Is there something we can do for you, Captain?" she continued, not entirely sure what she wanted his answer to be...

 

Valiant would argue the point about 'lower' nobility, but since that comment was part of the narrative he simply got a slight feeling like his honour had been threatened before he shook it out of his head and kept his attention on the here and now.

 

Princess Luna had thrown up, and the funny thing about that was she was still seemingly bloated. He knew enough about a mares anatomy to tell the difference between fat and flab, and Luna's middle was a bit too rounded and smooth to be entirely from her adipose.

 

Entirely unaware of the fact he was presenting a firm eight inches, he approached Luna confidently. "Yes, actually- I'm surprised to see you out here unescorted. I wouldn't... insinuate you can't protect yourself..."

 

Judging by her figure he absolutely was, "but wouldn't you rather keep an escort? I'd be honoured, if you allowed me- the night is young, and I'd cherish the company of yourself."

 

The die was cast by Valiant, gently inviting himself into Luna's presense while, as a proper Canterlot stallion, leaving Luna room to deny him.

 

"Your dress is beautiful, I might add- it suits you well."

 

Luna felt her cheeks flushing against her will as the stud of a stallion complimented what she thought was a rather silly outfit. Whether it was from genuine appreciation or standard politeness she wasn't entirely sure, but either way it made her feel good, like she was wanted and desirable, something she hadn't truly felt in quite some time.

 

Truth be told, she quite liked Captain Valiant, and not just because of his good looks. He was a charming and witty individual, and an excellent guard and escort, one that she most certainly would not mind joining her on her roaming of the palace. "Oh, this old thing?" she remarked, feigning dismissal and nonchalance. "Tis but a relic of a time long past...much like myself," she added with a soft chuckle before turning her sparkling blue eyes to meet his. "We would be most pleased to have your company, Captain."

 

Without waiting for an affirmation, she turned and resumed her slow pace, her belly still feeling rather sickly but also like a fair amount of room had been freed up. "Our last meal did not sit so well with us, so we went on a short walk to help us settle," she continued, feeling the need to explain her actions despite no questions being asked by the captain. "We are sorry you had to see us in such a state, it would seem we had overindulged once again..."

 

As she said this, her belly gurgled softly, drawing the gazes of both ponies immediately. While yes, she was still quite full, she was no longer completely full, a sensation she had started to grow most accustomed to, and in fact at times felt like she needed just to feel satisfied. She glanced sheepishly at the stallion beside her as she turned a corner to head back towards the kitchens. "Ahaha...it would seem our insatiable stomach is wanting for more..."

 

"Princess Luna," Valiant spoke, and stepped up to Luna's side, taking her hand in a firm enough hold as he in turn started to lead her. As a Canterlot stallion, Princess or not, that boldness was in his blood, "Beauty is eternal, and both your and your sister radiate it like the sun and the moon," he continued, and listned to Luna continue to speak.

 

He knew the truth. Luna's meal sat fine... her problem was that Luna tended to stack meals upon meals until she overflowed. Celestia had the problem to some degree as well, but instead she normally just passed out.

That Luna was out here walking like it was normal said something about how deeply internalized her problem was.

 

"Now, a Princess cannot "over" indulge, Luna. If you wish to eat- eat. Frankly I find a mare with an appetite attractive- perhaps I simply like the classics," Valiant spoke in return, matching Luna's reference to her being lost to time with a compliment. "So how about we see that we give your stomach what it wants..."

Luna's stomach bubbled, and the mare was forced to release a long rumbling belch that threatened to leave her puking- but not quite.

 

"... or, perhaps, what it doesn't. So long as you're... satisfied."

 

The walk to the kitchens didn't take too long. Valiant was eager, that much was certain, and while he was hiding his near desperation with flowery words and movements his body languade said it all. His heartbeat was rapid, his steps quick enough to leave Luna almost breathless, and that ever-present tent of his pants remained. When they finally stepped into the kitchen, Valiant made his boldest move of the night once he flicked the lights on. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter, he tore the cork off with his teeth and pushed Luna against the wall to force-feed it to her.

 

"Drink, this will help settle your stomach..." he lied.

 

Luna tilted her head back and allowed the wine to pour liberally down her throat, gulping as frantically as she could to keep up with the veritable deluge. Truthfully, she had stopped knowing what exactly was going on some time ago, and with her mental faculties addled as they were she could only guess at Valiant's motives.

 

While the results of his actions may yet lead to some less-than-desirable consequences for her, the most obvious visual cue she had remained in plain sight from the moment their paths intersected. And even if it hurt, even if her stomach was stuffed once again to the point of bursting, she could not deny the thrill of pleasure she received just by being the object of a stallion's attention and lust.

 

Truthfully, she had lost control of the situation quite some time ago, but now she fully relinquished it, accepting that what happen from this point forward was not of her own control. In what felt like entirely too short of a time, the bottle of wine ran dry, only to be pulled away abruptly.

 

"I was right," Valiant spoke, an odd statement before he threw away the bottle and stepped back from Luna. "You, Princess- just want to have some fun don't you? I could tell it in the way you dressed- a mare doesn't wear a dress like that unless she wants to grab the attention of a stallion, and Luna- you have my full..."

 

He pivoted, and stepped up to her before slapping his hands to her breasts, "and undivided attention."

 

He squeezed her back against the wall, bulging his muscular arms, and squishing her breasts in his hands. The contrast in strength and weakness, submission and dominance, couldn't possibly be more clear- and soon she felt his shaft gently press against her middle.

 

"Now tell me, Princess, without being coy- without playing any games. What do you want from me? I don't take you for a mare that's into simple tawdry sex in a closet- although I wouldn't be opposed if that's what you feel like. Do you want me to dominant you? I think you do, I think you want me to leash you up and lead you."

 

He leaned closer to her, nose and nose, "And for that matter, I think you want to eat."

 

Luna felt her breath hitch in her throat as her body was manhandled by the stallion before her. For a moment she could only lean back against the wall and stare open-mouthed at his incredible boldness, her mind struggling to process everything that seemed to be happening so fast...

 

Her eyes found his and she saw the unbridled desire there, the raw lust, the eagerness to please and serve...it was all there, rolled up into one. And it was meant for her. Deep down, she knew this was what she wanted, even if the consequences might be unpalatable things had progressed too far just to simply turn back now. It was time to take the plunge.

 

"Ohhh, Captain," she murmured airily between breaths, "yes...yes that is what I want. I want it all, and I want it now, and I never want it to stop...oh please Valiant please..." her eyes pleaded with his to abandon all sense and just give in to the moment, and what the both desired. "Feed me until I can hold no more...I need it Valiant...I need you..."

 

Valiant grinned widely and crossed his arms. "Do you know how much of a stallion it makes me feel to hear that from a princess? Your magic could rend me in two- with more difficulty than most- and here you are, begging me to use you. That's what it all boils down to, isn't it? you've never been in the company of a stallion like me."

 

He felt to his side, reaching for something, anythign to feed her with, and they ended up grasping a pie tin left out to, assumedly, cool. What flavour it was he had no idea, but he gestured Luna forward with a finger.

 

As soon as she was close enough he darted around behind her and bent her arm around her back painfully, as if he was taking down an armed intruder, and put his free hand behind her head to ram her face down into the soon revealed to be blueberry pie.

 

"Eat it, don't stop until it's all down."

 

Luna moaned, not even sure herself if it was one of pain, pleasure, or something else entirely. But what she was sure of was that this pie was exquisite, and she wanted it in her belly pronto. Doing her best to ignore the painful hold he had her arm in, she focused on the thrill of the feast and the explosion of flavor on her tongue. She chomped and chewed and devoured loudly, quickly, and messily, eager to move on to whatever was next. Once she finally came up for air, her cheeks and chin were stained deep purple and the pie was nothing more than a few crumbs and smears to prove it ever existed.

 

She gasped for breath as she tried to get hers back, thick, gooey pie filling dripping off of her face and into her expansive cleavage. If she even noticed, she made no indication of it. Craning her neck as much as she could to look back at the stallion behind her, she belched softly before speaking: "M-More...please...so much more..." she virtually begged, her mind almost delirious with pleasure and greed.

 

Valiant gave Luna a brief reprieve, stepping back from her and barking two orders, "Stand straight, Mare, belly out!" he directed, and once she was posed for him he leered overher bloated body and took in her curves. Almost like a predator gazing at his prey, her objectification before him was absolute.

 

"You want to make me happy, which means you will do everything I say exactly as I say. I want you sick, I want you bloated- which is something we share. Now..."

 

He poked her belly, pushing his finger in roughly. "Vomit."

 

Luna's eyes and cheeks bulged as he pressed roughly into her sore, stressed stomach, its contents roiling and frothing angrily as they were forced into an even tighter space. Immediately Luna felt something brewing in the pit of her stomach, her cheeks turning rather green as the noxious concoction bubbled up her throat and filled her mouth, its taste disgusting and its smell overpowering...

 

She couldn't hold it. She wouldn't hold it. This was what he wanted wasn't it? So who was she to deny him? Accepting the inevitable, she parted her mouth as wide as she could to let what needed to come out make its roaring escape...

 

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The Princess sighed in relief at her massive eructation, the pressure that had been tormenting her poor belly lessened significantly. But as her senses returned to her, her ears folded down timidly as she realized that she had failed to comply with her Captain's orders... She made gagging sounds and retching motions, doing everything she could to expel something of substance from her stomach, but it stubbornly held onto its contents, much to her frustration and disappointment. "Uhm..." was all she managed to say before she was interrupted.

 

"Call me Sir, mare."

 

Valiant leaned forward, a smie on his face, and put an arm around her back, "That's okay..." he started, and then forced his palm into her gut- hard. Physically Luna was unable to not vomit, and he sidestepped it slightly while the mare projectile-horked a waterfall of sick onto the wall.

 

"I can just make you, now don't disobey again or I'll have to punish you," Valiant spoke, and slapped the mare on the ass before forcibly straightening her back out. Before she could even take a breath another bottle of wine was being poured down her throat, and while she chugged it desperately Valiant pondered their next move.

 

"You know what? Why am I wasting prepared food on you. Pantry, march."

 

Luna's thighs clenched and her whole body felt heated and flushed at the treatment she was receiving. Never before in her life had she been treated like this...yet she didn't stop him. The abuse continued as he forcefully compressed her gut once again, this time getting the desired response as she painted a section of the wall a new color.

 

Her mind a jumbled mess of half-formed thoughts and lusty greed, she started staggering in the general direction she knew the pantry to be, even as her neck still craned back fully, the neck of the bottle slightly wedged in her throat as its contents poured swiftly down her gullet. Her hands both found their way to her still-bloating gut, unable to stop themselves from rubbing and clutching at it as it continued to swell and spasm painfully.

 

The pantry of the castle was, as one might image, quite large and well stocked. Bags of flour were stacked to the ceiling, racks of wine were ready to be hauled out near the far end, and sugar chocolate and other components were available in spades. There was even cider, and warm containers of soda available in the small-warehouse sized room.

 

Valiant slapped Luna's ass when she was in, and gave her a solid enough shove to send her to the floor. The next thing she heard was a sharp unzipping, and Valiant reached inside his pants and firmly strokes his masculinity. The virile stallion worked quickly, and with his lip bit and his eyes staring at her before she could even get up he had driven himself to produce a hot and stickly mess in his hands.

 

He hauled Luna up, and then slapped his hand to her face. "Mine," he taunted, quite literally marking her and claiming her before shoving her back. His virility was marked enough that even after that, with Luna being as bloated as she was- he was still hard. His hands soon reached out for something, and he pulled down a bag of sugar before siezing Luna by the neck and walking her against the wall. His magic started to pour the sugar into her while one hand forcibly kept her mouth open, and the other held her in place by the neck.

 

Once it was empty, he forced his palm into her gut to force her to vomit- but kept his hand on her mouth. Her throat bulged and Valiant eyed her, "You're going to eat until you feel like this."

 

"Now show me what you can do, mare. Eat. Eat everything. Maybe you can convince me you're worth breeding instead of just being a sex toy."

 

Luna screamed in her own mind as she was utterly overwhelmed by a whole host of foreign sensations. Everything was so unexpected and happening so fast she had trouble convincing herself that she wasn't dreaming as well. When his hands finally left her body she did the first thing she could think to do, something that had become almost second nature for her by this point: swallow. With a sharp and pained gulp! she sent the contents of her cheeks and throat back to the churning depths from whence it came, her stomach perceptibly swelling and groaning ominously as it stretched even further.

 

Despite the sheer and utter chaos in her mind, one thought rang out exceedingly clear: MORE. EAT MORE. It was all that mattered. It was all that she could do. No matter what, she would eat. She would eat until she was physically unable, or die trying. She briefly wondered if, as an alicorn, she was even capable of eating herself to death, but it was quickly drowned out by a cask of wine upending itself over her fully-extended maw. Caught up in the feeding frenzy, Luna spread her legs and clutched her belly as she threw her head back and begin to drink like her life depended on it. Her horn flared to life with magic and the rest of the pantry began to jump to life.

 

Discarding the cask sooner than even she thought possible, she paused for a quick breath or two before a magical hose connected her mouth and the now empty container. All at once, everything her magic grabbed started pouring, dumping, and dropping itself in, forming a most unappetizing-looking mixture that swiftly traveled up the sparkling hose and into her mouth, her magic beginning to pump the morass swiftly and violently into her groaning, churning stomach. Wine mixed with cider mixed with soda, the liquids bubbling and frothing as they were forced to combine. Flour and sugar poured into the mixture, dissolving and thickening the solution until its consistency was more reminiscent of a milkshake. Chocolate and other edibles dropped in and melted, further adding to the ridiculousness of her consumption.

 

Valiant could only watch with wide eyes as her belly began to expand and swell at a visibly consistent rate, gurgling and groaning violently as it swelled and swelled. Luna's eyes lost focus as she immersed herself fully in her gluttony, pumping the mixture even faster as her body began to tremble with strain and lust. Her belly quickly surpassed even the most pregnant state imaginable, reaching down to her knees and extending well past her breasts. The heaving, sloshing bag of mush that was her stomach slowly bent her forward, her back unable to keep such an immense weight off the ground. With a soft plop, she fell fully onto her waterbed of a belly, her wings twitching as all of her limbs wrapped around as much of her immensity as physically possible. She groaned, long and low, as she felt her hooves leave the ground.

 

Bigger and bigger she grew, her skin creaking and groaning with the strain, the fur thinning out considerably as the overstretched skin beneath it slowly turned pink, then a dark angry red, and then finally a deep, ominous purple around her navel. Yet still she grew. She had consumed almost three-fourths of what was held in that storeroom, but she looked and sounded close to the breaking point already. Every pained swallow was followed by a soft, desperate moan, her ever-tightening skin sending pained tingles of excitement up and down her spine. Her eyes clenched shut, tears of agony starting to leak from the corners and run down her comically bloated cheeks. Yet throughout this all, despite the immense pain she was surely in, her rate of consumption never slowed, her magic continuing to pump herself fuller and fuller and fuller...

 

Her strained grunts were becoming louder and more urgent as she continued to swallow. They continued to grow in pitch and volume as she edged ever closer to the breaking point. By now her belly just about filled the entire doorway, her body limply suspended above it as she flailed and twitched in agony. Soon she was practically screaming after every swallow, her stomach finally running out of room, the thick slurry starting to build up in her throat with absolutely nowhere else to go. This was it, surely. She could not hold it all, she would fail her stallion. She was going to explode, any second now, any moment...each swallow could very well be her last...

 

And then her lips met air. Even with this new development it took her a moment or two to actually receive and process that input in her totally muddied brain. Releasing her hold on her magic, she sighed in relief as she flopped against her enormously overpacked belly, its surface so drum-tight she could barely even quiver, her limbs practically bouncing off of it from how tremendously over-stretched it was. Taking as deep of breaths as she dared, Luna slowly cracked on eye open to look at Valiant and his reaction. She had done it. Somehow, against all odds, she had done it. And now she felt absolutely ready to just die, so overwhelming was the sheer agonizing tearing pain...

 

Smiling weakly, she addressed him. "Haah...we...we have...done it...so full...so big...bigger sister...for once...ooooohhh...gonna burst..." she mumbled incoherently, dead to the world around her as her stomach let out a final ominous groan.

 

Her eyes flew open and her hands flew to her mouth as she felt her insides begin to rebel. What good would consuming all of this be if she couldn't even hold it in? But her stomach was rumbling and quaking, rattling the empty containers that lay strewn about her prostrate form as the revolution forced its way up and out. Her eyes wide, Luna didn't even have time to properly express her opinion on the matter before the inevitable happened.

 

"Oh sh-bbblLLLLOOOOUUUURRRRRUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!" The very air resonated as she let loose with a wave of vomit and sound, her expulsion sounding like the deepest, wettest belch imaginable but her mouth spewing like an absolute firehose. She belched and retched, retched and belched, and belched and retched some more. Five seconds became ten became fifteen became a minute became two minutes became five minutes...and still she showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Eventually, after almost ten minutes of nonstop belching and retching, she finally began to draw to a close. Her entire form was absolutely soaked with greenish-brown bile, and the kitchen now was submerged in a small lake of it. The wet, acidic solution soaked and wore away at her clothing, until every last bit of it just snapped or disintegrated off.

 

Finally regaining her breath, Princess Luna turned to stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Valiant, completely unable to process what had just happened, before her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed onto her boulder of a belly, passed out for the foreseeable future...