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Based on a little idea 
Kubel and I had of his horse Smokey being voracious in space! Also involves some weight-gain :3
Marcus and Eli are elated when Smokey offers them passage to a nearby space station, though their quarters may be rather cramped...
A Friendly Lift
By: IndigoRho
“I can't believe we missed the last transport!”
Eli groaned as he looked up at the station's departures board, only spotting row after row of cancellations, unacceptable delays, and under way trips. The slim arctic fox couldn't believe his terrible luck.
Beside him was a fairly hefty zebra, his friend Marcus. “Maybe the fuel shipments will arrive early and we'll be able to snag a different flight?”
“No way. The reports are saying it could be days before the fuel's been delivered and distributed, and we'll have to compete with all the other stranded travelers, too.” Eli frowned. “By then there won't be much of the Minos Station Food Festival left to enjoy.”
Marcus was trying to stay positive, but Eli had a point. They'd need a miracle for their trip to get back on track, and the odds certainly weren't in their favor.
“You folks heading to Minos Station?”
The unknown voice caused both Eli and Marcus to turn. A light brown horse approached, his mane blonde and the tip of his muzzle white. He wore a yellow turtleneck beneath a beige flight suit that seemed to highlight his plump belly.
“Trying to at least,” Eli replied. “Not that there are any ships available.”
The horse smiled. “Well, I'm a pilot and I just happen to be transporting rations to Minos Station. You're free to join me.”
Marcus lit up with hope. “R-really? That'd be incredible!”
“How much would we owe you?” Eli asked. The fox tended to be rather pessimistic, and immediately assumed there was a catch of some sort.
“Honestly just having some company on the trip will be enough, but providing me a meal or two would be much appreciated. I do admit the accommodations would be rather...cramped, though.” The horse grinned a little wider than before.
“Being cramped is better than being stuck here,” Eli said, relieved.
“Then follow me, it'll be wonderful having both of you aboard. Name's Smokey by the way.”
* * *
As Eli and Marcus walked onto Smokey's ship they were pleasantly surprised. The corridors were well-maintained, not a single rusted panel or shoddy repair job in sight. Had Smokey not mentioned how long he'd owned it they would've guessed it were brand new. The horse obviously cared a good deal about the ship.
“It's not much, but I can't think of any ship I'd rather fly,” Smokey said, beaming with pride. “It's my cozy home amongst the stars.”
“Your ship's very beautiful, Smokey!” Marcus said as they followed the horse. “And thank you so much again for taking us along with you, we owe you a ton.”
For a moment Smokey's mind seemed to drift elsewhere, prompting a hearty chuckle. “Oh no worries, it's my pleasure to help.”
“Uh, though you wouldn't mind pointing me to the bathroom real quick, would ya?” Marcus asked.
Smokey pointed to a door conveniently nearby. “Right in there. In the meanwhile I'll take Eli to your room—it's just a bit further down the corridor, first door.”
With Marcus preoccupied, Smokey and Eli continued on. The generous horse ushered Eli into the first room they came across, the door sealing shut behind them. There were no beds inside, though, just a table and a small kitchen. It appeared to be the ship's mess hall. Eli looked around in confusion, wondering if Smokey had somehow made a mistake. Or maybe it was the only place they'd fit.
Smokey remained silent at first, letting the arctic fox ponder the situation on his own. “No better place for that owed meal, right? I gotta admit, I was on my way to lunch when I met you and your friend. I feel this meal will be far more filling, though.”
Eli's confusion was rapidly turning into concern. He swore he could hear Smokey's stomach rumbling, and there was a hint of hunger in the horse's gaze. The desire to leave was building, but Smokey stood right in between him and the only exit.
“Oh, w-well, I'm not that great when it comes to food, I might just leave you hungry,” Eli said, eyes darting about in search of a way out.
Smokey smiled as he slowly closed in. “I'll think of it as a nice appetizer for the main course to come.”
Eli was seconds from bolting when a pair of hooves grabbed his arms, securely holding him in place. A curse was cut short as he plunged into sudden darkness, Smokey having swallowed most of his head in a single gulp. Eli tried his hardest to wiggle free of the hungry hoss, but he was simply being swallowed too swiftly to put up an effective fight. Every swallow pulled him deeper into Smokey's throat, jaws stretching over his shoulders and chest.
As soon as Smokey began eating his flight suit started to steadily unzip. The bulge traveling down his throat pushed the zipper downward, Smokey's swelling belly eager to be free. His turtleneck stretched to an extent, but wasn't nearly large enough to cover his middle as it filled with fox. Soon a bulging dome of brown was peeking out.
Eli's waist and rear slipped past Smokey's lips, his legs lifted off the floor for the final gulps. The aid of gravity only sped up the process. Less than a minute later Smokey was stifling a small burp, his belly fully exposed and bouncing from the protests of his meal. Grinning, he rubbed his middle with both hooves, delighted at how much bigger it looked even after a snack as “small” as Eli. The horse was greatly fond of getting larger, and he'd learned nothing quite packed on the pounds like a whole person. Sure most of his meals weren't so happy about being eaten, but they'd re-form good as new afterward.
“Well I said your quarters would be cramped, but hopefully you're comfy in there,” Smokey teased as he waddled around to the other side of the kitchen counter. His second course would undoubtedly be arriving shortly, and he'd need his suspicious gut hidden until he was ready.
Sure enough Marcus entered the mess hall only moments after Smokey had moved into place. The zebra gave the room the same confused look Eli had, though the sight of Smokey reassured him some.
“Oh, did I get the wrong room?” Marcus asked.
“No, no. I accidentally gave you bad directions,” Smokey said. “The next door is your room.”
Marcus seemed slightly less embarrassed. “Ah. Where'd Eli go?”
“He's settling into your quarters.” Smokey gave his wobbling belly a pat just out of sight. “I'll gladly take you to him now”
“Awesome!”
Marcus turned to leave, and Smokey closed in, already imagining the zebra filling his belly. The door didn't automatically open when Marcus approached, no when he physically poked at it. The feeling of something large and wiggly pressing against his back caused the zebra to freeze up. With great reluctance Marcus turned around, backing into the locked door and staring at the bulging gut Smokey now sported. He had no doubts as to the source of the horse's wider waistline.
“You just look so irresistibly delicious, Marcus,” Smokey said. “And packed full of calories.”
“I...uh, get that a lot.” Marcus let out a nervous laugh. As much as he didn't want to end up crammed into a stomach he wasn't seeing an easy way out of his predicament.
Smokey opened his mouth wide and lunged, his new meal only wincing in response. The overweight zebra understandably took longer to eat than his slim friend, Smokey taking his time in order to enjoy his middle slowly expanding further. He grinned around his doughy meal the whole while. As his belly grew heavier Smokey was forced to hold it up with his hooves, feeling the full weight even clearer than before—along with the frustrated squirms of the fox and zebra within.
The horse practically moaned as he sealed Marcus away completely, accompanied by a solid bounce of his belly. He was almost too stuffed to stand, and slightly exhausted from consuming two whole people consecutively. The sensation of being huge was well worth it, though. Smokey wondered how it'd feel to be that massive all the time, and not just after an overindulgent feast. Almost too wide to fit through corridors let alone doorways, belly spilling out over his lap as he sat, reinforced chairs creaking under his bulk. The thoughts were almost enough to make him crave a third course. Almost.
“Now I know this isn't exactly how you folks planned on traveling, but I guarantee you'll make it to that festival eventually,” Smokey said as he jiggled his bulging gut.
The complaints of his two passengers were fairly muffled, and Smokey barely understood them.
“Take off will be a bit delayed while I finish settling you two in, though.
Smokey unlocked the mess hall door and carefully waddled out into the corridor, heading towards his own sleeping quarters on the ship. He could already feel the deep food coma creeping up on him, and couldn't wait to sink into his bed.
* * *
When the airlock on Minos Station opened a couple days later the dock crew couldn't help but stare. They'd seen Smokey less than a week prior, yet they swore the horse seemed noticeably fatter. His face and middle were rounder, arms a little thicker, a more pronounced waddle in his step. He nearly stumbled at one point, as if he was still adjusting to moving in gravity, though his smile never faded. Smokey's flight suit was mostly unzipped, likely unable to thanks to his belly.
“Off to replace another flight suit, eh?” one of the dock crew joked.
“Flight rations have just been getting bigger and bigger!” Smokey laughed and gave his doughy gut a slap.
Smokey always wondered if dock crew suspected the true extent of his gluttony, but for the time being he enjoyed treating his voraciousness as a secret—one as big as he was. As the horse waddled off towards the nearest tailor his thoughts turned to the food festival going on...and all the filling treats visiting it...
Kubel and I had of his horse Smokey being voracious in space! Also involves some weight-gain :3Marcus and Eli are elated when Smokey offers them passage to a nearby space station, though their quarters may be rather cramped...
A Friendly Lift
By: IndigoRho
“I can't believe we missed the last transport!”
Eli groaned as he looked up at the station's departures board, only spotting row after row of cancellations, unacceptable delays, and under way trips. The slim arctic fox couldn't believe his terrible luck.
Beside him was a fairly hefty zebra, his friend Marcus. “Maybe the fuel shipments will arrive early and we'll be able to snag a different flight?”
“No way. The reports are saying it could be days before the fuel's been delivered and distributed, and we'll have to compete with all the other stranded travelers, too.” Eli frowned. “By then there won't be much of the Minos Station Food Festival left to enjoy.”
Marcus was trying to stay positive, but Eli had a point. They'd need a miracle for their trip to get back on track, and the odds certainly weren't in their favor.
“You folks heading to Minos Station?”
The unknown voice caused both Eli and Marcus to turn. A light brown horse approached, his mane blonde and the tip of his muzzle white. He wore a yellow turtleneck beneath a beige flight suit that seemed to highlight his plump belly.
“Trying to at least,” Eli replied. “Not that there are any ships available.”
The horse smiled. “Well, I'm a pilot and I just happen to be transporting rations to Minos Station. You're free to join me.”
Marcus lit up with hope. “R-really? That'd be incredible!”
“How much would we owe you?” Eli asked. The fox tended to be rather pessimistic, and immediately assumed there was a catch of some sort.
“Honestly just having some company on the trip will be enough, but providing me a meal or two would be much appreciated. I do admit the accommodations would be rather...cramped, though.” The horse grinned a little wider than before.
“Being cramped is better than being stuck here,” Eli said, relieved.
“Then follow me, it'll be wonderful having both of you aboard. Name's Smokey by the way.”
* * *
As Eli and Marcus walked onto Smokey's ship they were pleasantly surprised. The corridors were well-maintained, not a single rusted panel or shoddy repair job in sight. Had Smokey not mentioned how long he'd owned it they would've guessed it were brand new. The horse obviously cared a good deal about the ship.
“It's not much, but I can't think of any ship I'd rather fly,” Smokey said, beaming with pride. “It's my cozy home amongst the stars.”
“Your ship's very beautiful, Smokey!” Marcus said as they followed the horse. “And thank you so much again for taking us along with you, we owe you a ton.”
For a moment Smokey's mind seemed to drift elsewhere, prompting a hearty chuckle. “Oh no worries, it's my pleasure to help.”
“Uh, though you wouldn't mind pointing me to the bathroom real quick, would ya?” Marcus asked.
Smokey pointed to a door conveniently nearby. “Right in there. In the meanwhile I'll take Eli to your room—it's just a bit further down the corridor, first door.”
With Marcus preoccupied, Smokey and Eli continued on. The generous horse ushered Eli into the first room they came across, the door sealing shut behind them. There were no beds inside, though, just a table and a small kitchen. It appeared to be the ship's mess hall. Eli looked around in confusion, wondering if Smokey had somehow made a mistake. Or maybe it was the only place they'd fit.
Smokey remained silent at first, letting the arctic fox ponder the situation on his own. “No better place for that owed meal, right? I gotta admit, I was on my way to lunch when I met you and your friend. I feel this meal will be far more filling, though.”
Eli's confusion was rapidly turning into concern. He swore he could hear Smokey's stomach rumbling, and there was a hint of hunger in the horse's gaze. The desire to leave was building, but Smokey stood right in between him and the only exit.
“Oh, w-well, I'm not that great when it comes to food, I might just leave you hungry,” Eli said, eyes darting about in search of a way out.
Smokey smiled as he slowly closed in. “I'll think of it as a nice appetizer for the main course to come.”
Eli was seconds from bolting when a pair of hooves grabbed his arms, securely holding him in place. A curse was cut short as he plunged into sudden darkness, Smokey having swallowed most of his head in a single gulp. Eli tried his hardest to wiggle free of the hungry hoss, but he was simply being swallowed too swiftly to put up an effective fight. Every swallow pulled him deeper into Smokey's throat, jaws stretching over his shoulders and chest.
As soon as Smokey began eating his flight suit started to steadily unzip. The bulge traveling down his throat pushed the zipper downward, Smokey's swelling belly eager to be free. His turtleneck stretched to an extent, but wasn't nearly large enough to cover his middle as it filled with fox. Soon a bulging dome of brown was peeking out.
Eli's waist and rear slipped past Smokey's lips, his legs lifted off the floor for the final gulps. The aid of gravity only sped up the process. Less than a minute later Smokey was stifling a small burp, his belly fully exposed and bouncing from the protests of his meal. Grinning, he rubbed his middle with both hooves, delighted at how much bigger it looked even after a snack as “small” as Eli. The horse was greatly fond of getting larger, and he'd learned nothing quite packed on the pounds like a whole person. Sure most of his meals weren't so happy about being eaten, but they'd re-form good as new afterward.
“Well I said your quarters would be cramped, but hopefully you're comfy in there,” Smokey teased as he waddled around to the other side of the kitchen counter. His second course would undoubtedly be arriving shortly, and he'd need his suspicious gut hidden until he was ready.
Sure enough Marcus entered the mess hall only moments after Smokey had moved into place. The zebra gave the room the same confused look Eli had, though the sight of Smokey reassured him some.
“Oh, did I get the wrong room?” Marcus asked.
“No, no. I accidentally gave you bad directions,” Smokey said. “The next door is your room.”
Marcus seemed slightly less embarrassed. “Ah. Where'd Eli go?”
“He's settling into your quarters.” Smokey gave his wobbling belly a pat just out of sight. “I'll gladly take you to him now”
“Awesome!”
Marcus turned to leave, and Smokey closed in, already imagining the zebra filling his belly. The door didn't automatically open when Marcus approached, no when he physically poked at it. The feeling of something large and wiggly pressing against his back caused the zebra to freeze up. With great reluctance Marcus turned around, backing into the locked door and staring at the bulging gut Smokey now sported. He had no doubts as to the source of the horse's wider waistline.
“You just look so irresistibly delicious, Marcus,” Smokey said. “And packed full of calories.”
“I...uh, get that a lot.” Marcus let out a nervous laugh. As much as he didn't want to end up crammed into a stomach he wasn't seeing an easy way out of his predicament.
Smokey opened his mouth wide and lunged, his new meal only wincing in response. The overweight zebra understandably took longer to eat than his slim friend, Smokey taking his time in order to enjoy his middle slowly expanding further. He grinned around his doughy meal the whole while. As his belly grew heavier Smokey was forced to hold it up with his hooves, feeling the full weight even clearer than before—along with the frustrated squirms of the fox and zebra within.
The horse practically moaned as he sealed Marcus away completely, accompanied by a solid bounce of his belly. He was almost too stuffed to stand, and slightly exhausted from consuming two whole people consecutively. The sensation of being huge was well worth it, though. Smokey wondered how it'd feel to be that massive all the time, and not just after an overindulgent feast. Almost too wide to fit through corridors let alone doorways, belly spilling out over his lap as he sat, reinforced chairs creaking under his bulk. The thoughts were almost enough to make him crave a third course. Almost.
“Now I know this isn't exactly how you folks planned on traveling, but I guarantee you'll make it to that festival eventually,” Smokey said as he jiggled his bulging gut.
The complaints of his two passengers were fairly muffled, and Smokey barely understood them.
“Take off will be a bit delayed while I finish settling you two in, though.
Smokey unlocked the mess hall door and carefully waddled out into the corridor, heading towards his own sleeping quarters on the ship. He could already feel the deep food coma creeping up on him, and couldn't wait to sink into his bed.
* * *
When the airlock on Minos Station opened a couple days later the dock crew couldn't help but stare. They'd seen Smokey less than a week prior, yet they swore the horse seemed noticeably fatter. His face and middle were rounder, arms a little thicker, a more pronounced waddle in his step. He nearly stumbled at one point, as if he was still adjusting to moving in gravity, though his smile never faded. Smokey's flight suit was mostly unzipped, likely unable to thanks to his belly.
“Off to replace another flight suit, eh?” one of the dock crew joked.
“Flight rations have just been getting bigger and bigger!” Smokey laughed and gave his doughy gut a slap.
Smokey always wondered if dock crew suspected the true extent of his gluttony, but for the time being he enjoyed treating his voraciousness as a secret—one as big as he was. As the horse waddled off towards the nearest tailor his thoughts turned to the food festival going on...and all the filling treats visiting it...
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