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Another pony story, this one isn't a request from the list but instead is something I owe a friend for things he's done for me lately and who would rather remain anonymous, so here ya go dude! :3
Applejack explores Everfree Forest one night and meets a perculier pony with even more perculier tastes.
Sanguine Whisper belongs to moi of course :P
Ponyville was all a murmur with rumors recently, talk about strange things going on in the Everfree forest. Ponies talked about seeing strange lights deep within it, and about a lone pony walking those woods at night, dressed in purple and having piercing red eyes. They said she was evil, dangerous, and ready to whisk away anypony who dared venture in there alone after dark, to a terrible, terrible fate. Applejack however, snorted at such stories as she wandered past the forest edge that night. Such stories were merely for silly young foals in an effort to keep them out of Everfree at night, and the orange coated earth pony was definitely not a foal. Scoffing mentally at such silliness even more, she carried a torch clenched between her teeth and trotted cautiously through the forest, it wasn’t some evil pony monster she feared, but if her nocturnal activities stirred a Manticore or something…
Not wanting to let that nagging fear get to her, Applejack trundled on, her hooves crunching the twigs and fallen leaves below her as her torchlight illuminated the trees and rocks ahead of her. She’d been dared by Rainbow Dash to come into the forest to definitively prove nothing sinister was going on, and so far it seemed she was right; there were no signs of anypony anywhere, just the chirps and cries of nocturnal critters, the babble of a small stream, and her own hoofsteps and breathing. The night air was cool and crisp, bringing with it the scent of night blooming plants. Nothing was out of the ordinary at all, and so she decided to stop and head home.
But then, she saw it.
Her torch shone forwards at a clearing, and to her immense, horrified surprise it was now lighting up a figure looking right at her; a shadow, red eyed pony who seemed to just stare at her, before slowly moving forwards. Applejack wanted to scream and run away but she just, couldn’t! Her hooves were paralyzed, unmoving as the dark pony approached. She recoiled backwards as this mysterious thing got right up to her face and looked her eye to eye, and that’s when a drowsiness overcame Applejack, a sudden sleepiness from looking into the deep red pools of her unknown assailant’s eyes…and then her vision blurred and she faded from consciousness, the last thing behind her attacker that she recalled was the shape of some sort of mansion or chateau looming out of the darkness.
“Ow…mah head…” the blonde maned mare groaned, rubbing her temple with a hoof as she sat up in bed. Wait, bed? She was in the Everfree Forest a few minutes ago!
She looked down at the bed and noticed it was a large, queen sized satin silk affair with purple sheets and incredible soft pillows and fitted sheet. The room she was now in was ornately decorated with portraits of beautiful mares and landscapes dotting its walls, golden inlayed frames, even the drawers and dressers of the room seemed fancy and expensive…but where *was* she? Getting to her feet, she left the bedroom and glanced about: She had a choice of left or right, both hallways having long red and gold carpeting and the same decorative tastes of the bedroom, and Applejack took a few seconds to pick right and began to slowly walk down it.
Questions filled the mare’s mind as she walked; where was she? Was she safe? Who was that figure who somehow knocked her out? She swept these questions from her brain as her sensitive nose detected the aroma of something sweet and baked further down the hallway…pie? The new question on her lips was now where was that smell emanating from?
She quickened her pace and walked down a winding wooden staircase to the lower level of this, mansion, she assumed and came through a pair of massive oak doors into a large hall. The hall had a long, many chaired dining table in the centre of it and was a pretty mahogany hue, as were the dining chairs. Fine Neighsian plates sat upon the silk lined table as did decorated wine glasses. Who owned this place? The smell of pie returned to her nostrils, it was very close now and Applejack felt her stomach give off a low growl in longing for the baked foods. Slowly approaching a door to the left of the room and peering through a tiny gap, she saw something that made her eyes widen.
The room was a kitchen, filled to the brim with supplies and every bit as fancy as the rest of this mysterious dwelling. A pie was cooling atop a cooking stove in the corner, being tended to by a tall chestnut coated mare with ink black mane and ruby red eyes, dressed in a tyrian and indigo dress that seemed regal and beautiful…wait, was this the same mare who…? Before she could answer her own question, the pony snapped her head towards the door, like she knew Applejack was right there.
She yelped and stumbled back, falling onto her plot as the kitchen door was opened with a red telekinetic aura, seems she’d not noticed this mare was a unicorn. Applejack looked up at this female as she walked out towards her slowly, red eyes flickering in curiosity and amusement as she peered down at the frightened earth mare. She seemed to have fangs too, and her neck creaked a little as it cocked to the side in appraisal of the orange pony.
“Well, are you not going to stand up?” she asked Applejack, a voice as smooth and velvety as the silk she wore.
“O-oh, uh, right…” Applejack mumbled as she got to her feet slowly.
“Are you hurt?” the mare inquired, a tone of concern in her voice as she walked around the earth pony and seemed to check for injuries.
“Nah, Ah’m fit as a fiddle…uh, what’s yer name?” she replied and also questioned back.
“I have gone by many names over time,” the chestnut mare purred, “but you may call me Sanguine Whisper.”
“Well howdy Sanguine, Ah’m Applejack from Ponyville and uh…not tah sound rude an’ all but, did y’all, attack me last night? Ah remember seeing somepony like you and then, well…”
“Oh!” Sanguine gasped, seemingly shocked “Oh yes it was me, but I did not hurt you Applejack, you merely fainted from fright!”
A blush took over the cow-pony’s cheeks as she realized how childish that sounded, and she just chuckled nervously and shifted in place. Another whiff of that pie in the kitchen sent her stomach off on a gurgling tangent that made her cheeks flush and even brighter pink as she tried to clench her legs to stifle the gnawing hunger pang inside her. Sanguine noticed and gave a good natured giggle, patted a hoof against the orange pony’s belly side.
“Hungry, hm? I was baking, a hobby of mine and a habit I indulge even at Luna’s hour, but if the smell of it is making you…peckish~” with that, Sanguine’s horn glowed red as the pie floated from the other room and before Applejack, who took it in her hooves gently.
“Ah can have it?” she wondered, on the brink of just stuffing her face into it to shut her tummy up.
“Da~ Eat my little pony, enjoy it~!” her host purred, smiling.
Applejack wasted no time shoving her snout into the pie and greedily slurping and chomping her way through its gooey innards. It tasted *delicious*, and from the second the first bites caressed her tongue to when the pulverized morsels sploshed into her stomach, she wanted more. She *needed* more. She gobbled the entire pie in minutes and scraped her tongue along the bottom of its pan to get the remaining chunks and juices into her hungry gut. A loud belch signaling she was done eating…but she wasn’t satisfied. She gave Sanguine a hungry stare, silently demanding more.
“Oh, are you still hungry?” she asked in mock surprise, she knew full well her food’s effects. “Have some more~”
More pies were floated and set onto the table behind them, Applejack grunted a thanks and sat herself on one of the chairs and stuffed her face. Pie after pie went down that maw, her stomach beginning to stretch out and gurgle as it was packed with baked heaven. Sanguine smirked as the orange pony fell victim to her meal, the subtle magics working their way on her. She was a Vampony, albeit one who’s lust for the lifeblood of ponykind was minimum. Instead, she spent her long life trying to feed up others with magically altered food and with her own hypnotic powers for her own amusement. Harmless fun, with no lasting damage…well, to everything but her prey’s waistline that was.
“That’s right Applejack, feed yourself~” she giggled, the mare just belched and leaned herself back in the chair, covered in apple pie crumbs and goo and with a protuberant belly that looked almost pregnant.
“Mmm, that was some good eats…” the rural pony grunted, licking her hooves clean of excess pie.
“Indeed it was my friend…but tell me,” Sanguine looked her in the eyes, those deep red orbs were hypnotic; “Do you want more?”
Applejack wanted to say no but something in her mind made a “yes” emerge, her gut growling for more as well.
More pies and now also cakes were brought before the increasingly greedy mare, who drooled and giggled as the table filled up. She stuffed her face even more as the chocolate, strawberry, you name it cakes were as good as the pie. A sort of giddiness was overtaking the usually sensible, serious mare, a lust for food. All she could think of right now was quelling the black hole in her belly, which was also swelling out considerably now, filling with food and pressing against the table. Sanguine helped her from, it and fitted a satin cushion beneath her rump to allow her more comfort while eating. And eat, and eat, and eat, she did, blowing up larger, wider, and rounder all the while.
The final cake plate clattered against the pile on the table as Applejack sighed long and loud, before escalating into a thunderous crockery rattling burp. The once somewhat burly mare was now a roughly spherical orange ball before the table, with icing, pie chunks and crumbs splattered down her snout, chest and stomach. Her limbs no longer touched the ground, meaning she was propped up atop her stomach, which domed out below her enough to make her seem taller. A drowsy, sleepy giggle escaped her as she lazily wiggled her hooves and smacked her lips together. Her belly gurgled, sloshed, squelched and groaned as it digested her hearty meal. Sanguine slid her hooves over and across the circumference of bloated semi-ovoid semi-spherical pony, gliding along her taunt flesh with the softest of rubs as Applejack merely breathed in and out, her face a mask of giddy, sleepy contentment.
The vampiress pony looked her in the eyes again and started to hum, cupping her chin with her hooves so the lethargic mare could keep eye contact. Something about the humming and eyes caused her to start losing consciousness once more, a food coma approaching as her new friend continued to sooth her, rocking her on her belly from side to side to ease pressure in her stomach.
“Sleep, little one,” she sang quietly, “sleep and let your tummy rest, you’ll need your strength~”
Applejack drifted off into a deep slumber at those words, snoring softly.
The next morning, the tangerine mare yawned to herself as she awoke, her yawn quickly rising into a loud burp as she rolled out of bed and landed hooves down with a loud thud. Wait, something wasn’t right…she looked herself over and spluttered at what she saw: She was *huge!* Applejack had ballooned in size, her body was now thoroughly encased in fat, being roughly barrel shaped, with legs swollen out and padded with extra rolls to support her increased girth. Her stomach squished against the carpet and pressed into her legs, making her gait a slow, deliberate and extremely jiggling waddle. Her plot had blimped into a pair of enormous prize winning pumpkins that bounced and wobbled with each small step she took, and her flanks had equally grown out, sporting stretched cutie marks that needed to grow to retain their shape on such thunderous flanks. A trio of extra chins adorned her face, and her cheeks were neatly rounded out and puffy. All in all, Applejack was more akin to an orange jelly than she was an orange earth pony now.
“O-oh mah…” she mumbled in shock, before guessing this was Sanguine’s doing.
Wanting answers, Applejack slowly waddled and sloshed herself around looking for the brown coated pony, eventually finding her in her bedroom, an even more lavish and ornate sleeping quarters than the one Applejack had slept twice in now. There on the silken bed lay Sanguine Whisper, reading a book and glancing up at the mountain of mare with a scowl upon its face.
“Oh my, hello Applejack, you’ve grown!” she giggled playfully.
“Sanguine what did y’all *do* tah me!?” she barked, stomping beside the bed.
“Well…” she sighed, snapping the book shut. “I guess I must explain. You see, I am a vampire pony, and no I haven’t ‘zuked your blud’ or anything in your sleep, but I get so terribly lonely out here…I’d taken to making other ponies big and cuddly and used my powers over them to make them want to stay with me, but it never lasts, they always…leave.” She seemed genuinely sad about this.
Applejack bit her lip. While Sanguine was wrong for controlling her actions and fattening her up, she wasn’t malicious and the desire for revenge wasn’t there…she also couldn’t deny the chestnut coated, raven maned mare was attractive and elegant…maybe staying for a little while longer wouldn’t hurt. Just for a few hours.
“Listen sugarcube,” Applejack began, “If you promise not tah try and manipulate me again…Ah guess Ah can stay a few more hours and keep ya company, alright? And Ah’ll come and visit ya every week, nopony deserves tah be alone, not even ones with…odd tastes.”
“Really?” Sanguine perked up, excited.
“Really.” Applejack replied, smiling.
Sanguine grabbed the bloated mare in a deep embrace and nuzzles against one of her cheeks softly, whispering “Thank you”. Applejack returned the hug and gave her a reciprocating kiss to the cheek and a coy wink.
“Now then, if’n Ah’m gonna stay here till after lunch…Ah’ll need food~” her enlarged belly growled loudly, quivering visibly from hunger.
“Oh that can be arranged~” her friend giggled, as the two mares wandered back to the dining room, Sanguine eying up Applejack’s wobbling, bouncing flank and pendulous belly with more than a faint sliver of lust.
Applejack explores Everfree Forest one night and meets a perculier pony with even more perculier tastes.
Sanguine Whisper belongs to moi of course :P
Ponyville was all a murmur with rumors recently, talk about strange things going on in the Everfree forest. Ponies talked about seeing strange lights deep within it, and about a lone pony walking those woods at night, dressed in purple and having piercing red eyes. They said she was evil, dangerous, and ready to whisk away anypony who dared venture in there alone after dark, to a terrible, terrible fate. Applejack however, snorted at such stories as she wandered past the forest edge that night. Such stories were merely for silly young foals in an effort to keep them out of Everfree at night, and the orange coated earth pony was definitely not a foal. Scoffing mentally at such silliness even more, she carried a torch clenched between her teeth and trotted cautiously through the forest, it wasn’t some evil pony monster she feared, but if her nocturnal activities stirred a Manticore or something…
Not wanting to let that nagging fear get to her, Applejack trundled on, her hooves crunching the twigs and fallen leaves below her as her torchlight illuminated the trees and rocks ahead of her. She’d been dared by Rainbow Dash to come into the forest to definitively prove nothing sinister was going on, and so far it seemed she was right; there were no signs of anypony anywhere, just the chirps and cries of nocturnal critters, the babble of a small stream, and her own hoofsteps and breathing. The night air was cool and crisp, bringing with it the scent of night blooming plants. Nothing was out of the ordinary at all, and so she decided to stop and head home.
But then, she saw it.
Her torch shone forwards at a clearing, and to her immense, horrified surprise it was now lighting up a figure looking right at her; a shadow, red eyed pony who seemed to just stare at her, before slowly moving forwards. Applejack wanted to scream and run away but she just, couldn’t! Her hooves were paralyzed, unmoving as the dark pony approached. She recoiled backwards as this mysterious thing got right up to her face and looked her eye to eye, and that’s when a drowsiness overcame Applejack, a sudden sleepiness from looking into the deep red pools of her unknown assailant’s eyes…and then her vision blurred and she faded from consciousness, the last thing behind her attacker that she recalled was the shape of some sort of mansion or chateau looming out of the darkness.
“Ow…mah head…” the blonde maned mare groaned, rubbing her temple with a hoof as she sat up in bed. Wait, bed? She was in the Everfree Forest a few minutes ago!
She looked down at the bed and noticed it was a large, queen sized satin silk affair with purple sheets and incredible soft pillows and fitted sheet. The room she was now in was ornately decorated with portraits of beautiful mares and landscapes dotting its walls, golden inlayed frames, even the drawers and dressers of the room seemed fancy and expensive…but where *was* she? Getting to her feet, she left the bedroom and glanced about: She had a choice of left or right, both hallways having long red and gold carpeting and the same decorative tastes of the bedroom, and Applejack took a few seconds to pick right and began to slowly walk down it.
Questions filled the mare’s mind as she walked; where was she? Was she safe? Who was that figure who somehow knocked her out? She swept these questions from her brain as her sensitive nose detected the aroma of something sweet and baked further down the hallway…pie? The new question on her lips was now where was that smell emanating from?
She quickened her pace and walked down a winding wooden staircase to the lower level of this, mansion, she assumed and came through a pair of massive oak doors into a large hall. The hall had a long, many chaired dining table in the centre of it and was a pretty mahogany hue, as were the dining chairs. Fine Neighsian plates sat upon the silk lined table as did decorated wine glasses. Who owned this place? The smell of pie returned to her nostrils, it was very close now and Applejack felt her stomach give off a low growl in longing for the baked foods. Slowly approaching a door to the left of the room and peering through a tiny gap, she saw something that made her eyes widen.
The room was a kitchen, filled to the brim with supplies and every bit as fancy as the rest of this mysterious dwelling. A pie was cooling atop a cooking stove in the corner, being tended to by a tall chestnut coated mare with ink black mane and ruby red eyes, dressed in a tyrian and indigo dress that seemed regal and beautiful…wait, was this the same mare who…? Before she could answer her own question, the pony snapped her head towards the door, like she knew Applejack was right there.
She yelped and stumbled back, falling onto her plot as the kitchen door was opened with a red telekinetic aura, seems she’d not noticed this mare was a unicorn. Applejack looked up at this female as she walked out towards her slowly, red eyes flickering in curiosity and amusement as she peered down at the frightened earth mare. She seemed to have fangs too, and her neck creaked a little as it cocked to the side in appraisal of the orange pony.
“Well, are you not going to stand up?” she asked Applejack, a voice as smooth and velvety as the silk she wore.
“O-oh, uh, right…” Applejack mumbled as she got to her feet slowly.
“Are you hurt?” the mare inquired, a tone of concern in her voice as she walked around the earth pony and seemed to check for injuries.
“Nah, Ah’m fit as a fiddle…uh, what’s yer name?” she replied and also questioned back.
“I have gone by many names over time,” the chestnut mare purred, “but you may call me Sanguine Whisper.”
“Well howdy Sanguine, Ah’m Applejack from Ponyville and uh…not tah sound rude an’ all but, did y’all, attack me last night? Ah remember seeing somepony like you and then, well…”
“Oh!” Sanguine gasped, seemingly shocked “Oh yes it was me, but I did not hurt you Applejack, you merely fainted from fright!”
A blush took over the cow-pony’s cheeks as she realized how childish that sounded, and she just chuckled nervously and shifted in place. Another whiff of that pie in the kitchen sent her stomach off on a gurgling tangent that made her cheeks flush and even brighter pink as she tried to clench her legs to stifle the gnawing hunger pang inside her. Sanguine noticed and gave a good natured giggle, patted a hoof against the orange pony’s belly side.
“Hungry, hm? I was baking, a hobby of mine and a habit I indulge even at Luna’s hour, but if the smell of it is making you…peckish~” with that, Sanguine’s horn glowed red as the pie floated from the other room and before Applejack, who took it in her hooves gently.
“Ah can have it?” she wondered, on the brink of just stuffing her face into it to shut her tummy up.
“Da~ Eat my little pony, enjoy it~!” her host purred, smiling.
Applejack wasted no time shoving her snout into the pie and greedily slurping and chomping her way through its gooey innards. It tasted *delicious*, and from the second the first bites caressed her tongue to when the pulverized morsels sploshed into her stomach, she wanted more. She *needed* more. She gobbled the entire pie in minutes and scraped her tongue along the bottom of its pan to get the remaining chunks and juices into her hungry gut. A loud belch signaling she was done eating…but she wasn’t satisfied. She gave Sanguine a hungry stare, silently demanding more.
“Oh, are you still hungry?” she asked in mock surprise, she knew full well her food’s effects. “Have some more~”
More pies were floated and set onto the table behind them, Applejack grunted a thanks and sat herself on one of the chairs and stuffed her face. Pie after pie went down that maw, her stomach beginning to stretch out and gurgle as it was packed with baked heaven. Sanguine smirked as the orange pony fell victim to her meal, the subtle magics working their way on her. She was a Vampony, albeit one who’s lust for the lifeblood of ponykind was minimum. Instead, she spent her long life trying to feed up others with magically altered food and with her own hypnotic powers for her own amusement. Harmless fun, with no lasting damage…well, to everything but her prey’s waistline that was.
“That’s right Applejack, feed yourself~” she giggled, the mare just belched and leaned herself back in the chair, covered in apple pie crumbs and goo and with a protuberant belly that looked almost pregnant.
“Mmm, that was some good eats…” the rural pony grunted, licking her hooves clean of excess pie.
“Indeed it was my friend…but tell me,” Sanguine looked her in the eyes, those deep red orbs were hypnotic; “Do you want more?”
Applejack wanted to say no but something in her mind made a “yes” emerge, her gut growling for more as well.
More pies and now also cakes were brought before the increasingly greedy mare, who drooled and giggled as the table filled up. She stuffed her face even more as the chocolate, strawberry, you name it cakes were as good as the pie. A sort of giddiness was overtaking the usually sensible, serious mare, a lust for food. All she could think of right now was quelling the black hole in her belly, which was also swelling out considerably now, filling with food and pressing against the table. Sanguine helped her from, it and fitted a satin cushion beneath her rump to allow her more comfort while eating. And eat, and eat, and eat, she did, blowing up larger, wider, and rounder all the while.
The final cake plate clattered against the pile on the table as Applejack sighed long and loud, before escalating into a thunderous crockery rattling burp. The once somewhat burly mare was now a roughly spherical orange ball before the table, with icing, pie chunks and crumbs splattered down her snout, chest and stomach. Her limbs no longer touched the ground, meaning she was propped up atop her stomach, which domed out below her enough to make her seem taller. A drowsy, sleepy giggle escaped her as she lazily wiggled her hooves and smacked her lips together. Her belly gurgled, sloshed, squelched and groaned as it digested her hearty meal. Sanguine slid her hooves over and across the circumference of bloated semi-ovoid semi-spherical pony, gliding along her taunt flesh with the softest of rubs as Applejack merely breathed in and out, her face a mask of giddy, sleepy contentment.
The vampiress pony looked her in the eyes again and started to hum, cupping her chin with her hooves so the lethargic mare could keep eye contact. Something about the humming and eyes caused her to start losing consciousness once more, a food coma approaching as her new friend continued to sooth her, rocking her on her belly from side to side to ease pressure in her stomach.
“Sleep, little one,” she sang quietly, “sleep and let your tummy rest, you’ll need your strength~”
Applejack drifted off into a deep slumber at those words, snoring softly.
The next morning, the tangerine mare yawned to herself as she awoke, her yawn quickly rising into a loud burp as she rolled out of bed and landed hooves down with a loud thud. Wait, something wasn’t right…she looked herself over and spluttered at what she saw: She was *huge!* Applejack had ballooned in size, her body was now thoroughly encased in fat, being roughly barrel shaped, with legs swollen out and padded with extra rolls to support her increased girth. Her stomach squished against the carpet and pressed into her legs, making her gait a slow, deliberate and extremely jiggling waddle. Her plot had blimped into a pair of enormous prize winning pumpkins that bounced and wobbled with each small step she took, and her flanks had equally grown out, sporting stretched cutie marks that needed to grow to retain their shape on such thunderous flanks. A trio of extra chins adorned her face, and her cheeks were neatly rounded out and puffy. All in all, Applejack was more akin to an orange jelly than she was an orange earth pony now.
“O-oh mah…” she mumbled in shock, before guessing this was Sanguine’s doing.
Wanting answers, Applejack slowly waddled and sloshed herself around looking for the brown coated pony, eventually finding her in her bedroom, an even more lavish and ornate sleeping quarters than the one Applejack had slept twice in now. There on the silken bed lay Sanguine Whisper, reading a book and glancing up at the mountain of mare with a scowl upon its face.
“Oh my, hello Applejack, you’ve grown!” she giggled playfully.
“Sanguine what did y’all *do* tah me!?” she barked, stomping beside the bed.
“Well…” she sighed, snapping the book shut. “I guess I must explain. You see, I am a vampire pony, and no I haven’t ‘zuked your blud’ or anything in your sleep, but I get so terribly lonely out here…I’d taken to making other ponies big and cuddly and used my powers over them to make them want to stay with me, but it never lasts, they always…leave.” She seemed genuinely sad about this.
Applejack bit her lip. While Sanguine was wrong for controlling her actions and fattening her up, she wasn’t malicious and the desire for revenge wasn’t there…she also couldn’t deny the chestnut coated, raven maned mare was attractive and elegant…maybe staying for a little while longer wouldn’t hurt. Just for a few hours.
“Listen sugarcube,” Applejack began, “If you promise not tah try and manipulate me again…Ah guess Ah can stay a few more hours and keep ya company, alright? And Ah’ll come and visit ya every week, nopony deserves tah be alone, not even ones with…odd tastes.”
“Really?” Sanguine perked up, excited.
“Really.” Applejack replied, smiling.
Sanguine grabbed the bloated mare in a deep embrace and nuzzles against one of her cheeks softly, whispering “Thank you”. Applejack returned the hug and gave her a reciprocating kiss to the cheek and a coy wink.
“Now then, if’n Ah’m gonna stay here till after lunch…Ah’ll need food~” her enlarged belly growled loudly, quivering visibly from hunger.
“Oh that can be arranged~” her friend giggled, as the two mares wandered back to the dining room, Sanguine eying up Applejack’s wobbling, bouncing flank and pendulous belly with more than a faint sliver of lust.
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