Full Moon

>she did not at all understand what you meant by "after-Halloween candy sale," asking now and again all month how it was special
>but you promised her it would be another special night for her, a second Nightmare Night
>all day around town you could hear nothing other than how great a show she put on last night
>a few of the colts and fillies even mentioned just how much candy they had given her as an offering
>you smile to yourself as you systematically clean out every candy store, knowing full well that she'd eaten every single "offering" she received last night
>some say it's a sense of pride or tradition, but you bite your lip as the cashier rings you up for another cart-load of sweets knowing that deep down she enjoys it on a level that most would be embarrassed to find out
>the day passes in a haze as you bring back load after load of sweets to your house
>the mountain slowly builds; cakes, pies, cookies, candies, lollipops, brownies and more, all for her
>your anticipation is palpable as the night nears and you eye up the bounty you created at half-price or even less
>your imagination fills with what is to come, heart fluttering at the thought of the piles of food disappearing over the course of the night
>as if far away, you can hear a fluttering of wings and a loud thump, the echoing knock of your door soon reaches your ears like the most beautiful music
>you open the door, greeted face-to-face by a pair of nonplussed bat pony stallions
>you could not care less and open your mouth to speak before one rolls his eyes and tilts his head back to the carriage
>she's still trying to get out, feebly, muttering something softly under her breath as she finally looses herself from her carriage
>some sort of mix between whimper and a grunt escapes your lips as she turns to face you and waddle, very slowly, towards your stoop
>you can tell she's embarrassed by her momentary battle of getting herself out of the cart, her eyes not fully meeting yours as she sways from side to side in an attempt to move forward
>to be frank, you aren't sure how she's moving at all, her belly pressing against the ground and widening out a foot past her shoulders on each side
>you grin stupidly as she nears, and one of the guards looks over your shoulder into your house, his eyes widening
>"We'll bring the bigger carriage in the morning."  He looks down, unamused, as if he's dealt with this before.  "You know the drill."
>you nod enthusiastically as they leave, and stand before her
>you smile as she shines in the moonlight, Princess of the Night itself
>you spend a moment simply observing her, and she drinks in the silent praise, knowing what you think of her current form
>"Hall-dough Een?"  She asks, tilting her head inquisitively.  "Is that the celebration thou mentioned?"
>you smile and explain as you walk around her, fingers brushing gently against the soft expanse of her bloated, candy-filled gut
>"So it is to thy homeland as Nightmare Night is to ours?"  You nod, but her brow furrows slightly.  "We saw thee attend our celebration the night prior.  Thy offering was... insubstantial.  Why might this night be more important than the last?"
>you shush her as best as you can a Princess, and explain the human tradition of discount candy as push open the door and display your real offering
>"O-oh... oh my..."  A smile appears on her face as her eyes light up, your explanation finally making sense
>after a bit of struggling and magic, you manage to get her through your doorway
>you try your best to hide your erection, but you're sure that she felt it digging into her plush body as you both pushed and shoved her through the door
>the both of you are panting now, a combination of exhaustion and arousal, as her increasingly-wobbly legs lead her to the den
>as if out of a cheesy romance flick, you have candles and flower petals strewn around the room amidst the piles and piles of treats
>she wobbles to the center of the room, looking around at each pile with a heavy, lusty stare
>you swear you can hear a faintly wet smack as her wobbly legs ease her haunches down to the floor with a deep thud that shakes the room
>you knew it looked nice on all fours, but the sight of her immensely stuffed belly spreading out in front of her to greet you causes you to drop everything you're holding
>the treats are magicked back into your hands, Luna's eyes wide and nostrils flaring
>"Feed us."  Her voice is booming, commanding, and needy.  "Make thine offering.  Come closer."
>you feel your ass grabbed by magic as you're pulled into a straddling position atop her belly
>"Feed us..."  Quieter now, much quieter, nearly a whisper.  "We... we wish to be large.  Huge... Enormous!  Fee-mff!"
>you obey your princess, pushing a brownie into her mouth as her lips close around your fingers
>you can feel her shudder radiate and ripple through every inch of her fat, her moan nearly as loud as her commanding voice
>"As b-mmnf!  As big as th-nnf!"  She's barely able to talk between each bite, crumbs tumbling down her chin
>"Th-the moon-nggh- itself!  Bigger!"  Cakes, candies, and whole cookies disappear as fast as you can grab them.  "Even b-mmmnnf... Even bigger!"
>the both of you enter a rhythm, the feeding and your rocking atop her growing belly perfectly in sync
>you can barely contain yourself as you can feel her gurgling stomach make you rise to eye level and more
>things abruptly and shockingly come to a halt as you're lifted from her belly and placed in front of it
>words cannot describe the sight
>her belly is still sloshing like a waterbed, but you can barely see any more than her forehooves and head past its expanse
>and sitting right in front of you is her bellybutton, the swelling of her gut combined with the darkness of the room making it seem bottomless
>you finally break away to see several piles of treats still remaining before you look back to her, confused
>she's hot, sweating, panting heavily as her ethereal mane sticks to her plump cheeks and face
>the magic of her horn flares and you can feel your pants being stripped away in an instant, thrown across the room
>two of the nearest piles of treats floating in the air, poised beside her head, ready to be funneled in
>"We... we... hahh..."  She almost looks frenzied, and you can tell the wobbling motion of her belly is due to her grinding her hips out of sight
>"We require thy true offering."  You can feel yourself swept up, pulled forwards, and every inch of your body mushed up against her massive stomach, chin resting atop it with just enough of a view to see her lusty stare
>your grin is almost as wide as hers as you hug her with your full arm-span
>you pull your hips back and plunge into her bellybutton as hard as you can manage
>you're sure her scream would have brought down your house had it not been muffled by mounds of food
>it feels too good, better than anything in your entire life, your stamina and thrusting aided by her magic
>it's deep, tight, hot, and the constant influx of food only increases those feelings
>your knees go weak as you release, her cavernous navel not spilling a single drop
>you bury your face into her stomach, overcome by the enormity of her and of the pleasure, your vision growing foggy as you feel yourself strengthen for another round, fueled by her magic
>nirvana, bliss, heaven; all are applicable as your mind becomes pink and fuzzy, hazy, slipping
>the sudden feeling of cold air almost sends you into shock
>the shock, however, is nonetheless brought on as you hear someone clear their throat somewhere in your room
>your eyes try to adjust to the moonlight, squinting, blinking, trying to find out who is there as you call out
>you bunch up the covers over yourself in a panic before reaching a hand out, groping the darkness
>your fingers are met with a cool, wispy sensation and your hand recoils
>"Do not fear."  Softly, gently, in a familiar voice.  Your own voice catches in your throat
>"We find thy dreams fascinating."  Her muzzle finds the palm of your hand as you stammer
>you calm down a bit, soothed by her soft voice and the cool wisps of her mane
>you can hear her chuckle softly as she climbs up on to your bed
>"Truly, utterly curious." She straddles you and leans forward to give you a small kiss on your forehead, her horn beginning to glow
>"So vivid!"  She smiles and laughs again, the glow brightening as you begin to feel more at ease
>a wry smile crosses her lips.  "And so... so..."  You can hear the bed creak.  "Vigorous!"
>you can feel her hooves sink into the mattress as the glow of her horn intensifies with every word, your bed creaking even louder
>your eyes go wide as you can feel something brushing against your thighs
>your head darts down, and you're greeted by a deep blue mound swelling against your groin
>your eyes trail back up as you feel the pressure mount, your bed groaning under the strain
>her forelegs and neck are thickening, as well as her now chubby cheeks and double... triple chin
>the glow only grows brighter as she drops down on her haunches, your bed threatening to collapse
>she leans forward once more for another kiss on your forehead, the weight of her fattening body swallowing you like a slow, soft wave
>"We wish to know such a... a unique experience, ourselves."