Marbles Titanic Tummy 1.0


                                            WARNING:

                                            > The idea for this story originated as an impromptu-green-writing-session during a livestream over the course of a weekend.

                                            > The last entry I had written was in a daze but the overall theme stuck with me over the week and felt compelled to write SOMETHING

                                            > I liked concept and the world building that we had established and decided to write an intro chapter

                                            > This story evolved into a concept that was fun to explore and snowballed into a full narrative that I thought shouldn't be abandoned.


                                            > Written on the seat of my pants with the intention of making something erotic I found myself painting a picture that was far from the original goal.

                                            > Taking a much darker turn than planned this is a culmination of my work on the story so far.

                                            > A single chapter of a story that may or not continue but I felt deserved a little TLC.

                                            > While it DOES have some fetish stuff it isn't something I could see anyone enjoying as erotica.

                                            > Maybe if I continue adding onto the story it could blossom into something more...Titillating

                                            > But for now this is where the story begins

                                            > It's edgy

                                            > It's shitposty

                                            >It's...


                                            > Marbles Titanic Tummy:


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                                            > To our right was a forest of twisting black vines.

                                            > To our left a mighty grey hoof sat upright rising above the cloud line.

                                            > The mare's stomach thundered across the land like a roaring dragon.


                                            > Equestria had become hollowed by the unyielding hunger of this giant single mare who had grown a mile wide and five hundred ponies tall.


                                            > Beneath her shadow we trembled as our fate rested on keeping her hunger soothed.

                                            > The fall of the kingdom began with good intentions.


                                            > Our kindness created dependence and when she became large enough it was too late

                                            > Her existence threatened our way of life and destruction hung over our heads when our efforts didn’t meet her needs.


                                            > The milk program was implemented across  Equestria following the destruction of Manehatten and a forced multiboob strategy was enforced

                                            > Our breasts became connected by a series of tubes that lead into the Great Calcium Pipeline, a system of tubes that pulled milk from our teats all hours of the day.


                                            > After the program was implemented we watched the mare balloon into the behemoth she was today.


                                            > She became a fleshy ball of infinite hunger, the modest land beneath her rump contorted, transforming our rolling pastures and lush valleys into a cold lifeless landscape of jagged mountains that rested along the crusts of endless caverns.


                                            > The Elements of Harmony were plunged into these pits and a black magic forest swept across the land.

                                            > Like the elements themselves the ponies who wielded them became divided and their fate unknown.


                                            > I had spent the last five years in a forced milking camp with only a wonky eyed mare to call friend.

                                            > After years of imprisonment we lifted what remained of ourselves and under the cover of darkness escaped into what remained of our Fallen home.


                                            Rainbow Dash:


                                            > According to a crudely drawn map I purchased from a traveling sales pony. Ponyville was dead ahead. But I failed to see anything besides an endless treeline and I was becoming skeptical of the map's accuracy.


                                            > Derpy stood behind me gripping the base of my tail while I looked over the map.

                                            > "Dashie, I'm scared…Where are we?"

                                            "On the edge of town. Don't worry. We'll be home soon."

                                            >  “Are you sure?”

                                            “Yes, Just let me think.”

                                            >...

                                            > "Hey!"


                                            > I turned and saw Derpy standing in a puddle of milk with her hoof the below the nose.

                                            > " I recognize this milk. This is mine...Are we lost again?"

                                            > Curse her and the endless stream of milk that gushed from her unfortunately placed teats.


                                            "Do you want to lead!?" I snapped

                                            > Startled, She jumped in the air and sprayed milk from between her legs and chest. The milk expelled at such a high pressure it sustained her body a couple inches off the ground.

                                            > The milk exploded from her tits like a firehose leaving a puddle of steaming milk beneath her hooves.


                                            >Her face Burned with embarrassment, she covered her face with her wings like a schoolfilly on the edge of tears.

                                            > "Sorry, Dashie.”


                                            > Derpy was the most annoying pony I had ever met because wherever we went trouble seemed follow her like a bad habit.Worst of all I couldn’t stay mad at her because I was too busy pitying her.


                                            “Just stop worrying. I have everything under control."

                                            > She lowered her wing and smiled

                                            > “Okay Dashie, I trust you.”


                                            > I turned back to the path ahead and saw trail of milk.

                                            > Unfortunately she was right. I had gotten lost hours ago and we were going in circles.


                                            > At one time I knew this area was like the tip of my nose but so much had changed that I couldn’t make manes or tails where we were.

                                            > I didn’t want Derpy to know I had gotten us lost again. She had to have faith in me.

                                            > The blind were leading the blind.


                                            > Many ponies had told me that bringing Derpy across Equestria was a suicide mission.


                                            > My milk-mate told me:

                                            > “A mare in her condition was in no shape to be traveling through the fractures of Old Equestria.”

                                            > Her remarks only motivated me to push myself further.


                                            > Despite not being herself anymore she was still my friend. I wasn’t going to leave her alone in that heinous place.


                                            “Buck it, let's just cut through these trees.”

                                            > “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Derpy peeped

                                            “We’ll be fine. I’m sure it’s better than following this crappy map.”

                                            > I pushed through the trees and trotted into the forest with Derpy tailing close behind.


                                            > This runaround was such a taxing exercise.

                                            > I hadn’t seen another pony in miles. All I wanted was a sign that we were going the right way.


                                            > We staggered down a hill through the thick woods.

                                            > Derpy attached herself to my rump like a barnacle as I pushed through the uncharted forest.

                                            > After a couple minutes, I was met with a wall of vines and bushes.


                                            > I sighed

                                            “Great.”

                                            > “What is it Dashie?”

                                            “I need your knife.”

                                            > Derpy nodded and swung the machete from her holster using mouth, nearly decapitating me in the process

                                            > It always made me nervous when she did that.

                                            > I grabbed it and started hacking away


                                            > "I had another dream."

                                            > Derpy and her dreams. It’s all she ever talked about

                                            "What happened in your dream?”

                                            > I asked between slashes


                                            > “I was lost in a dark cave, I ran my hoof along the walls trying to find my way but I was utterly lost!”

                                            “Sounds like a nightmare.”


                                            > “It was! But out of nowhere I was met with a blinding light….A shadowy pony helped me out of the cave…and when I stepped into the light I could see again.”

                                            “That sounds like a very nice dream.”

                                            > “Maybe it’s a sign! What do you think it means?”


                                            > I just sighed

                                            “I wish we had more to talk about.”

                                            > "Well…I can still see in my dreams…I thought after so long I'd forget what everything looked like…Remember I told you about the other dream I had? You were carrying a filly on your back and you saved her.”


                                            “And what do you think that one means?”

                                            > “I think I’m the filly and you’re carrying me through the darkness.”

                                            “It feels like that sometimes.”


                                            > “I still remember how you look….You have a very pretty mane. And your wings were just as colourful as I remember.”

                                            > I paused and glanced at my feathers fraying along the ridge of my broken wingspan.


                                            > Damn Royal Guards.

                                            > After the princesses left they really started to let their true colours show.


                                            > With one final cut I ripped through the vines revealing a rotten wooden sign that was encased in moss.


                                            > It read:

                                            > “Welcome to Ponyville County: Come for the apples, Stay for the friendship.”

                                            > I never thought I’d be home again

                                            > It was bittersweet.


                                            > Beyond the sign was a clearing where the souvenir shop laid in shambles.

                                            > It sat along the old road into town and was the first shop into the county along the merchants trail.

                                            > Back when Equestria had a Bit based economy.


                                            > I Remember the store was always busy near the end of winter wrap up.


                                            > Rumor was the owner would buy all the best items before the merchants continued into Ponyville.


                                            > I never shopped here, but Rarity always talked about how she “Simply Adored” the place.

                                            > Now it's a dilapidated old dump enamoured in the vines of a cursed forest.


                                            > Seeing the old souvenir shop in such disrepair was crushing my hopes of returning to a civilized Ponyville.

                                            > I shoved the machete back into Derpy’s sheath.

                                            “I see an old house up ahead. We can rest There for a while."

                                            > “Okay.”


                                            > The door was painted over with a big circle and a dot in the middle. I assumed it was supposed to resemble a breast.


                                            > I shoved the door open and was greeted by darkness and haunting silence.

                                            > The room was empty except for empty shelves and a counter across the room.


                                            > “You can rest here, I’ll start a fire.”

                                            > She shook her head in agreement and began walking in circles, shooing away any detritus before laying down.


                                            > Her eyelids hung low but her ears were on full alert, jumping at every creaky floorboard and gust of wind that shook the house back and forth.


                                            “I’m going to check upstairs. Keep that machete close.”

                                            > She nodded and tapped her barrel where the knife sat in its sleeve.


                                            > I walked past the counter and up the stairway.

                                            > The upstairs had a kitchen and living room, > This must have been where the store owner lived.


                                            > Predictably, The place was picked dry.

                                            > All I could find was a box of matches in one of the kitchen drawers.

                                            > I returned downstairs and saw Derpy with her nose to the floor sniffing the ground.


                                            > The floor cracked under me and her eyes shot towards me out of habit.


                                            > "Dash?"

                                            > “Yeah its me. I'm coming.”

                                            > I stood over her and she raised hoof and began parti g the air in fro t of me.

                                            > I grabbed her hoof

                                            "What would you like?"


                                            > She guided her hoof up to my chest and rubbed my fluffy patch of chest fur in small circles."Yes?"


                                            >I looked down at her pale eyes and a tattered mane. She had a number of scratches covering her face and her neck was still black and blue.

                                            > "Am I still a pretty pony?"

                                            “Yes, you’re a very pretty pony.”


                                            > She covered her mouth and giggled

                                            “How do you feel?” I asked rubbing her breast

                                            > “So good.” She moaned


                                            “Happy to hear it. Just don’t feel too good and flood our camp…Again.”

                                            > Then then began tapping my chest

                                            >"Do we have any food left?"

                                            "Yeah, let me just start a fire and I'll cook some."

                                            > “Okay, Dashie.”


                                            > I collected some wood from outside and made a small fire in the center of the room.

                                            > Derpy's ears twitched at every sound

                                            > When the fire was done I fetched Derpy from the other side of the room.


                                            “I’m coming over to you.” I warned

                                            > I grabbed her hoof and pulled her off the floor.

                                            > “Where are we going?”

                                            > “Just by the fire, we should be safe here for the night.”


                                            > I placed her a few feet across from the fire, the crackling of the flame made her ears twitch.

                                            > “Are you sure we’ll be safe?”

                                            “I promise.”

                                            > She fell to her rump and leaned close to the flames.


                                            > I went into my saddlebag to find some oats to cook.

                                            “How about fried oats and milk?”

                                            > “Sounds goooood….”

                                            > Her voice was Fluttershy and unusually soft


                                            > I looked back and saw she had her face inches from the fire. The flames reflected in her wide eyes.

                                            > “I can see…The colour orange.”

                                            > I walked back with oats in hoof and pushed her head away from the flame as gently as I could

                                            “Not so close.”

                                            > She stretched her leg into the air and blindly waved her hoof around until her hoof touched my neck, then crawled up to my cheek and rubbed it.

                                            > “I’m cold.”


                                            > “Okay, I’ll grab us a blanket.”

                                            > I went into her saddlebag and untied the blanket then placed it over her back. Feeling a little chilly myself I laid beneath the blanket with her.

                                            >  Her neck was erect, her ears snapped at every noise.

                                            > She was anxious

                                            > I slowly lifted my leg and rubbed below her ear

                                            > She jumped but quickly sunk her head into my hoof.

                                            > “Oh…That feels nice.”


                                            > She closed her eyes and smiled as she scooted herself closer

                                            “Don’t be nervous, I’m right here.”

                                            > She attempted to rest her head on my shoulder but clumsily fell to the floor  under my chest

                                            > She fluttered her eyes and smiled, I assume trying to look cute.

                                            > Her eyes were pale and lifeless, like a white screen had been fitted over them

                                            > I could still see her pupils moving around beneath the curtain of bleach that stole her sight

                                            > “Are you still mad at me?”

                                            > Not this again


                                            > “No…I just get…”

                                            > frustrated

                                            > annoyed

                                            > angry

                                            > uncomfortable


                                            “Tired.”

                                            > “I understand. I'm tired too.”

                                            > She lifted her head and kissed the tip of my nose

                                            > She pulled away and laughed

                                            > “I missed."

                                            > I gave her a quick peck on the cheek

                                            > It was hard seeing her like this. Derpy was too pure of heart for this life.

                                            > The guards blinded her on our first escape attempt. I promised her one day we'd be free and we would find Fluttershy and it would be just like old times.


                                            > We escaped Canterlot on our second attempt and I've been watching over her ever since.

                                            > We were free

                                            > But this was far from the victory I had hoped for.


                                            > “Looks like you missed too.”

                                            She laughed

                                            > I scorned her, which meant nothing since she couldn’t see me.

                                            > She folded her legs under her chin and blushed, waiting for a proper kiss.

                                            > I put my lips around hers and we kissed, I nibbled on her bottom lip a little and she wiggled her hips fitfully.


                                            > “Take me…” she moaned

                                            > I pulled myself back and stared at her

                                            > She wanted to make love, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it

                                            > It felt wrong


                                            > She wasn’t the same mare I grew up with

                                            > She used to have bright golden eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.

                                            > Now they were vacant. Her pupils were buried beneath layers of permanent damage.

                                            > And it was all my fault.


                                            > “Dashie, why are you so quiet?”

                                            “It’s nothing.”

                                            > I brushed her mane and watched the fire dance across the walls of the dusty old house.

                                            > "Why are you so distant?"

                                            “Derpy…I…I don’t think we can…”

                                            > The sound of a rumbling stomach shook the house and Derpy grabbed my neck tightly.

                                            > The sound petered off and the ground stopped shaking.


                                            > “She’s getting hungrier. I can feel her breath shaking the ground.”

                                            > “Me too. But she won’t hurt us. Just close your eyes and sleep, I’ll stay up and guard.”

                                            > She positioned her head over my legs and yawned.

                                            > I brushed her mane and whispered

                                            "Sweet dreams."


                                            > A few hours later


                                            > I awoke to the sound of the door creaking open

                                            > I grabbed Derpy and pulled her behind the counter

                                            > Two royal from Canterlot guards

                                            > “Keep your eyes peeled. They're here.”

                                            > “Ok, you know what to do.” I whispered in Derpy ear

                                            > “Dash, You know I hate doing this.”


                                            > I peaked around the corner and saw one of them dip his finger into the puddle of milk Derpy had left.


                                            > “Yeah, She’s here alright.”


                                            > I shoved her out into the center of the room and she began to speak to the guards

                                            > Though she was facing the wrong way

                                            > "Hello kind…ponies. How can I help you?"

                                            > I crept behind the counter waiting for my chance to pounce


                                            > "Hello Derpy, Where's Rainbow Dash?”

                                            > She turned the correct direction to face them

                                            > “Oh!...Ummmm…I…I don’t know.”

                                            > “Come on Derpy. We know you didn’t make it out here by yourself. If you tell us we won't punish you. We promise."

                                            > The two guards glared at each other and smiled

                                            > "You always say that."

                                            > The guard paced towards her

                                            > "It’s because you two keep running away. If you just behaved we wouldn’t have to discipline you.”


                                            > The stallion stood

                                            > I can still see the fear in your eyes

                                            > He dragged a knife across her throat. She began to panic.

                                            > Her hooves frantically tapped against the floor until her backside stumbled into the counter behind her.


                                            > “Still bruised I see. If you come back to the castle we can fix you right up. Come with us.”

                                            > The stallion pushed his hoof over her breast and squeezed. A fountain of milk shot from her teat.

                                            > “I see you're still producing. That's what we like to see.”

                                            > I crawled along the wall hidden in the shadows, creeping my way behind his buddy.


                                            > Derpy and the guard stood inches apart. The stallion chuckled as he placed his hooves around her neck, Derpy began to thrash and attempted to reach for her blade but was stopped by the guard who leaned into her, pressing her between himself and the counter

                                            > He brought his muzzle to her ear and whispered

                                            > "I really missed you.”


                                            > I positioned myself behind his friend and pounced. Pinching my blade into his jugular.

                                            > He jerked and flailed in my grip but quickly subsided as I pressed the steel into his neck.

                                            > "Hey! Let her go!


                                            > The stallion near  Derpy released his grip and spun himself towards me

                                            > “And There she is! Come on Dash. Let's go back home, this has gone on long enough.”


                                            > “Never.”

                                            > He clutched his teeth and snarled


                                            > “Fine.”

                                            > Hr grabbed Derpy and stuck a knife to her throat.


                                            > “Let my partner go and I'll let Derpy go."

                                            > "Fat chance. I know you aren't going to kill her. You need her."

                                            > His eyes drifted upwards and wore a thoughtful expression

                                            > "Smart mare.”

                                            > The stallion brought the knife to her ear

                                            > "I'll cut it off."

                                            > Derpy flinched when the steel touched her ear.


                                            > "Dash…Don't let him!"

                                            > The stallion in my grip was struggling

                                            "I'm not letting go."

                                            > "DASHIE!"


                                            > The groaning from the giant mare's gut grew louder.

                                            > I clutched my hostage fearfully as Everypony in the room paused expectantly.

                                            > “She’s been getting hungry…You know what happens when she isn’t fed.”

                                            > “How can you not see that she’ll kill us all either way.”

                                            > “Only she can judge us.”


                                            > “And the princesses?”

                                            > “They were false prophets, if they were as powerful as they claimed this wouldn’t have happened. I pledge my allegiance to the giant mare in the sky. Not cowardly alicorns who abandon their subjects.”

                                            > “The elements are still out there, I can feel it! If you just give me time I can unite them!”


                                            > Like the flick of a match the groaning exploded into a defining boom that shook the house like an earthquake.

                                            >We all tumbled as the ground beneath us started to crack.

                                            > The stallion in my clutches broke free collapsed on the wall


                                            > I ripped the sword from his belt and spun myself around. Using all my strength I planted the steel into his face.

                                            > I crouched low to the ground and scanned the room

                                            > Derpy had fallen to the ground and was covering herself under her wings.


                                            > The other guard was fumbling to find his sword.

                                            > I pounced on the stallion and repeatedly smashed my hoof into his face

                                            > I slammed my opposite leg over his right leg as my hoof crashed into his skull

                                            > Over

                                            > And

                                            > Over


                                            > What was once a face became a bloody pulp beneath my hooves

                                            > Blood spilled across the floor as I shattered his skull

                                            > I closed my eyes at the horror I had created out of the ponies face as I continued beating into the mess until his death throws subsided.


                                            > I fell onto my back exhausted

                                            > My stomach twisted

                                            > It doesn’t get easier.


                                            > I looked up and saw Derpy was whimpering on the ground, shaking aggressively.

                                            > “Derpy.”


                                            > Her ears perked up and she turned her head slightly

                                            " It’s okay, We won.”


                                            > I picked her up and brought her back towards the fire.

                                            > “That was scary.”

                                            > I laid her next to the fire where she continued to tremble.

                                            > Her breath was like the waves of a violent ocean. Quick inhales cut short by sharp exhales.

                                            "I thought we lost the guards a long time ago. Shining Armour must really want us back."


                                            > I stroked her mane trying to calm her

                                            “They need you more than they need me.”

                                            > I noticed a small trail of blood running down her neck and I put my hoof over the cut.

                                            > She flinched and pulled herself away.

                                            > "I was just checking. Relax."

                                            > She shivered as I ran my hoof down her bruises


                                            > “I don’t like being touched there.”

                                            > “You have a little cut, Let me patch it up for you.”

                                            > I went into her saddle bag pulling out a cotton swabs and a band aid.

                                            > She sat motionless as I wiped her injury.

                                            > I opened the band aid and noticed my hoof had been badly bruised from the fight.


                                            > "Dashie."

                                            "Yes Derpy?”

                                            > "I had another dream.”

                                            “What was it about?”

                                            > “You find Fluttershy….And she’s safe.”

                                            > Her eyes darted anxiously as I tried my hardest to place the band aid over her cut as gently as I could.

                                            > “That sounds like a great dream.” I replied trying to sound as positive as I could

                                            > “It was a very nice dream…but…”

                                            “But what, silly?”

                                            > She looked up at me with her broken stare

                                            > “But I wasn’t with you…What do you think that means?”


                                            > I stopped and stared into her eyes

                                            > She was looking right at me, as if she could still see me

                                            > I felt my lips quiver and my eyes well up with tears and found myself getting choked up

                                            > It was as if she knew that she wouldn’t make it much further


                                            > I rubbed the side of her cheek and stared into her lifeless eyes.

                                            > “It doesn’t mean anything…It doesn’t mean anything at all.”


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