Valiant played by his owner.

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Valiant was, by orders of Princess Celestia herself, put on the night shift. This wasn't altogether strange in itself, as he her obvious favourite- and the chubby mare didn't exactly hide it- but he couldn't help but wonder why. The timing was somewhat odd as well, as the stallions birthday was in little more than two weeks. 

He had put it to the back of mind, and simply assumed that Celestia had put him on the sleepy night shift as a reward for keeping to his duties. Night in the castle was quite beautiful, to be sure, and there never tended to be much action. Most of the night guards formed their own little games to spend time, or could be found playing cards in the gardens. 

Valiant himself had donned his brass armour and silver horse shoes and strode around the castle, keeping tabs on this and that. He held a commanding authority thanks to his rank, and always adored the sense of control it afforded him. He was allowed anywhere, at any time, and had strode through the castle library on his way. Picking out an old book to read for the last few hours of the shift, he followed by heading to the top floor where Princess Luna's chambers and the top side state room resided. His plan was to spend the time in said stateroom, but Luna's chambers doors were open, and being a curious sort, he peaked his head in.

Princess Luna was leaning on the side of her bed, slightly green in the face, and staring at the single remaining brownie on a large silver platter as if it was her mortal enemy. The woefully overfed mare seemed to be willing herself to keep her food down, even as her obese body quietly groaned under the load of.... however much she had eaten. Still, she seemed absolutely determined to finish, and Valiant simply stared.

"Princess.... Luna?"

Even though Valiant's voice was soft, the mere effect of breaking the serene silence of the night might as well have made it shattering glass. Predictably, the Princess of the Night just about jumped out of her fur, embarrassed of being caught and possibly watched in such a state.

"WHAT?! Who goeth th-ack!" While Luna's body may have wanted to move quickly, her large, ponderously full gut had other ideas. With her center of gravity shifted so much, she almost immediately tumbled to the floor, her flailing limbs sending the silver platter flying and also managing to drag most all of her bedcovers off the bed and onto herself, furthering the tangled mess her writhing body eagerly fueled.

"Uff...wha...huh? Who turned out the lights...?" Luna mumbled confusedly as the dazed mare attempted to get her bearings. Under the motley pile of blankets and pillows, her overfull gut gave an audible groan of fullness, slightly perturbed by the sudden unwelcome movement. 

Valiant simply levitated the covers off of Luna, and expertly made her bed. His talents with magic were obvious and profound, and his long horn was a classic unicorn symbol of virility. Subconciously, although he didn't even realize it, his nimble use of magic was a form of sexual courtship directed at the heavy mare.

"It's Captain Valiant, the door was open and..." Valiant paused when Luna belched, a long and low and sickly sound, "... and are you feeling well?"

While he tried not to leer, he looked towards her and quickly noted her overweight body was unusually swollen in the middle. Everyone knew Luna was fat- but she looked damned pregnant.

As Luna finally returned to her senses and glanced up at her savior, her face flushed considerably upon realizing what a compromising position he had found her in. "Oh, yes...Captain Valiant, erm...we...thank thee for thine assistance in this...delicate matter. Um...we must admit that we have, in fact, felt better in times prior...ohhhh, gods...our poor innards do ache quite considerably...we fear we may have...over-indulged..."

At this, one of Luna's hooves flew to her mouth as her eyes widened and her cheeks bulged. For a moment Valiant thought she was going to lose some of the contents of her stomach right there in front of him, but she merely gagged a couple times before, with a mighty powerful GULP, forced whatever had worked its way into her throat back down into her grumbling, heaving orb of a stomach. When her mouth was free again she groaned in slight pain, and Valiant could see just the faintest trail of bile dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

"Ohhhh, dear Captain...we apologize that you must witness us...oooooh...in such a shameful state..." She punctuated that statement with another short, sickly belch.

Despite all this, there was a problem. Luna had flung the platters to the floor in her decent from the bed, but unnoticed by Valiant- who had no reason to care- that final brownie remained. 500 grams of pure chocolate delight, of which ten pounds resided in her bloated stomach presently, and it teased her so. Luna had always had a problem with food- a compulsive eating disorder some might say- and modern food had just made it all the worse on her return.

Seeing her in this state was a common affair for the night guards- and the doctor- but for Valiant it was something altogether new.

"Should I uh.. should I..." Valiant stammered, finding it hard to focus. ".. fetch the royal doctor or something?" he asked, and watched as Luna's throat bulged and she hiccuped, just barely swallowing down her sickened stomachs attempt to purge itself.

Even so, that brownie remained, teasing her.

"Nay, Captain...ugggh, we assure you that we have, ohhh, felt worse before...'twould take more than a simple, oooogh, tummyache to hinder us..." Luna huffed and puffed in short breaths as she shuffled her limbs about and tried to rise into a sitting position, her huge, groaning gut rising and falling ever so slightly with each frantic, shallow breath.

"However...we do have one-URRRRP!...excuse us...favor we might ask of thee...pray tell, didst thou happen to see...wherefore that final, delectable brownie...ended up?"

Valiant lit his horn for light, and the room was soon glowing with a brilliant blue. It lit Luna's obese form as well, and for a few moments she sat there, plain as day, looking rather pathetic in the light of his horn while he stepped towards her. The light only faded when the candles were lit, and once his horn faded the room was bathed in a more natural night.

The brownie, it would seem, had landed about a foot infront of Luna. Valiant ignored it for now, and instead looked to the fat mare. 

"You've felt worse, Luna? You sound like you're going to be sick- or tear open," he commented, and gestured towards the brownie, "It's just in front of you, I'll dispose of it for you, they must have been bad or something."

Poor Valiant, he had assumed the brownies had disagreed with her- not that she had eaten enough to kill a smaller mare.

"N-Nay Captain...although your concern is...ugh, most appreciated...I'm afraid thou art mistaken...ooooh...about the reason for our...nnnggh...condition..." As Luna spoke, she continued to try to sit herself upwards but to no avail, the dark blue mare simply unable to rouse herself, pinned as she was beneath the great blue mountain of a gut she was currently burdened with.

"However...we thank thee for...locating what it is we...oof, desire..." At that, Luna's horn lit up weakly, as if just the simplest usage of magic put a great deal of strain on her, and the brownie quivered slightly before slowly rising and making its way towards her.

The stallion squinted at Luna- what could be possibly be mistaken about? The brownies were bad, that was the only possible reason she could be in... such a state. Poor girl, he guts sounded like her stomach was trying to kill itself just so it didn't have to digest whatever was in there. 

Valiant saw what he was obligated to do, and mentally steeled himself. While he was, of course, a stallion- and a dominant one at that- this was Princess Luna, and she had never shown much interest in the opposite sex as near as he can tell [except she did, and was simply ignored, poor girl]. So he tried to put the arousal building from all this at the back of his mind before he stepped behindand slapped his strong hooves under fat chest, and helped raise her back into a sitting position. From this position he had a view looking down that made him look almost imposing, and Luna's chubby green-tinted cheeks framed her face in such a submissive manner- until she was upright, of course.

Her body did not appreciate the movement, and a deep groan came from her middle followed by a low bubbling. Luna was going to spew, any moment now.

He saw her leviating the brownie. No... she wasn't.

Summoning the last of her strength, and acting far quicker than Valiant could've possibly expected, as Luna's cheeks bulged yet again she simply leaned her head back before stuffing the brownie in quick as a flash! Her cheeks now bulging obscenely, Princess Luna began the laborious, unenviable task of chewing up her morsel along with whatever had almost vacated her gullet, twin trails of chocolatey bile running from the corners of her mouth as her overtaxed cheeks failed to contain the full volume of their contents.

Valiant could only watch, jaw agape, as his princess swallowed HARD, easily following the bulge of food and not-food as it made its way back down her esophagus before finally disappearing into the rumbling, churning depths of her gut. Panting and letting her tongue hang out of her mouth, Luna celebrated her small victory as much as she was able. "Th-There...we are...finished...huzzah..."

Valiant stepped around Luna, gazing over her overweight body as he did. While he was trying to stop himself from leering, it was fairly clear that he was doing exactly that- but his eyes snapped to meet Luna's once he was infront of her. The rumbling of her guts, however, kept distracting him from his attempt to be appropriate.

"Princess Luna..." he spoke, pausing only for a deep painful whine from her gut to pass, and then having to pause for longer when a sickly belch forced out of her. "... how much have you eaten tonight?"

Luna glanced up at Valiant with a sheepish grin on her face, noting with no small amount of lust how he so easily towered above her, his horn long and polished, his stomach toned and flat, his strong legs bulging with an attractive amount of muscle, the tiniest glimpse of his sheath hinting at great treasures hidden beyond...mmm...

She opened her mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by a sharp hiccup. Placing a hoof over her mouth, she waited for a moment or two before trying again, this time only to be rebuked by a loud, blasting URRRAAAPP! On her third try, she finally managed to form some words.

"Oooof...I must confess that we...do not recall precisely how much we ordered...however, in all we believe there was...at least ten pouuuuuUUUUURRRP!...excuse us...ten pounds of...brownies...blegh..." Luna slumped against her bed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she cradled her enormous gut, which still rumbled and roiled terribly with malcontent.

Valiant blinked, and his horn sparked slightly alongside his ears pinning upwards. The signs of arousal were absolute for just a moment, "Ten- ten pounds? Princess Luna, you need... you need a doctor!" he exclaimed, his rational mind still speaking for him even as it started to fade. This was both incredibly dangerous- he didn't want to be the one on duty when Luna ate her damn self to death.

Now, Luna, in her nearly exploding state... would notice something. A bloated, small, and wheezing little mouse so gorged on chocolate it was clearly dying. Chocolate wasn't good for an animal, after all, and it was clearly giving it's last breaths. It had consumed at least a pound of chocolate- her chocolate... and she needed it.

Valiant saw it too, and wordlessly looked between it and her. His eyes said what his mouth didn't- eat it.

Slowly, as if continually doubting her sanity every second she followed this trail of utter madness, the mouse glowed a soft blue before gently levitating up and floating its way over. Its muzzle smeared brown, the creature reveled in the glory of its last feast, completely oblivious to the impending danger. "Sleep, little one..." Luna murmured as she hovered it before her face, her eyes wide and unblinking as she considered the small, furry creature before her.

Would she really...? COULD she really...? Time seemed to stand still as both Valiant and Luna stared in silence, unbroken other than by the still-churning stomach grumbling its complaints beneath them. Just as Valiant began to fear she would give up, Luna's maw slowly opened...wider, wider, even wider then he even thought possible for a pony's jaw to open, lines of drool snapping as her mouth yawned open and her tongue rolled out as if to welcome it.

As she inched the poor thing closer, she gagged once, but managed to hold it down. As her tongue made first contact, she dry-heaved once more, than twice...could she really hold it down?...three times, look out she's gonna blow! But before her stomach could get the better of her Luna crammed the fat little mouse into her mouth quick as a flash, and in one enormous GULP! sent it traveling down to her stomach with everything else - and effectively blocking the exit of whatever was about to make a hasty exit.

Her throat widened out to nearly the same circumference as her head as the slightly wriggling bulge slid down her long, slender neck, before becoming a slight bump in her chest and then vanishing into the groaning, heaving depths of hell trapped just beneath that thin blue skin. Luna's tongue dangled limply as she panted shallowly, taking the brief moment or two afforded her to really consider what she had just done.

...And then promptly regret it. Letting out a sudden shriek of agony, Luna doubled over, clutching her swollen, writhing gut as if her very life depended on it. Which, at this point, it very well could. Falling over onto her side Valiant could only stare slack-jawed and helpless as his princess's heavily swollen form jolted and shook on the floor, tears beginning to run down her cheeks.

"Aaaaah! V-Valiant...help us! AIEE! It won't...stop...MOVING!! Aaaah gods above, we are about to...to...BURST! Ohhhhh, perhaps now would - aggggh! - be a good time to fetch - hicURP - that doctor you m-mentioned? Aaaauugh!"

Luna was unable to speak, as her gut, thanks to her slumping, had been pushed past the point of emergency purging. The pain and bubbling noises had been welling up while Valiant had been speaking.... and she finally released. At first she simply hiccuped demurely... but soon the colour faded from her face and she gasped sharply. Her throat bulged... and she released a torrential stream of chocolate that coated Valiant from head to hoof. Then she did it again, and again, leaving him absolutely drenched in... well, it couldn't quite classify as vomit- more like just melted chocolate.

The mouse... was unseen, and Luna looked absolutely pathetic as she sat there and Valiant simply stared silently. An angry frustration welled up inside him thanks to what she had done, it was both intensely arousing.... and absolutely disgusting. That anger soon got the best of him, and he slapped a hoof to Luna's belly.

"You fat fucking pig, you disgusting slob. You just.... what the fuck kind of a Princess are you!?" he exclaimed, and slapped his other hoof into her fat midsection. "Well? Answer me you fucking pig, what's wrong with you?!"

Tears quickly welled up in Luna's eyes as she beheld what horrors she had just unwittingly unleashed upon her faithful protector. Her mouth worked soundlessly, her brain desperate to say something, ANYTHING, to improve the situation but ultimately coming up completely blank. 

"We...you...but..." she managed to weakly stammer before her lip quivered and the floodgates burst. "You...THOU ARE RIGHT ABOUT US!" Luna suddenly shouted, covering her face with her forehooves as she sobbed openly, her cheeks quickly becoming soaked with tears.

"We are indeed a disgusting pig! We are indeed a helpless glutton! We are indeed a fat cow! We are unworthy of the crown, we are unfit for royalty, we are a disgrace to our good sister, and we are utterly WORTHLESS but for scary stories and lusty dreams! We are NOTHING! Uuuuuhuaaahaaahuuuaahaaa..."

"L-Leave us, Captain! Leave us to our filth, our disgrace! Thou shalt not suffer another moment in our disgusting presence! Go now, we beseech thee, go now and cleanse yourself of the unholy blight we hath so ruinously imparted onto you! Go now and tell all of what you hath witnessed here, and how we must be sent away for good, for we are unfit to rule alongside our sister! Uuuuhuaahaahaahaaa..."

Valiant pushed Luna on her back, and then swept up the bedsheet in his magic. With vigorous power he cleaned himself using it, soiling Luna's bed with her own chocolately vomit to clean himself. When he was clean, he balled it up and tossed it on her bed before slapping a hoof to her belly again and stepping forward, looming over the mare as she laid on her back.

"Worthless pig, you're lucky I don't put you on the street and see how long you fucking last without servants. You'd starve in a day without the helping you gorge yourself like this."

His breaths were hot and heavy, and his chest pulsed in and out as he took strong intakes of air. His face was red, and an angry fire filled his eyes as he leaned his weight on Luna.

Luna stopped wailing for a moment as her brain struggled to keep up with what it just heard. Slowly her sobs calmed down to simple heavy breathing as she stared at Valiant wide-eyed, her cheeks still soaked with salty tears. 

"W-what...? V-Valiant...why art thou still here? You should...you should leave us...l-leave us to our shame..." Taking a deep breath and swallowing she continued. "Verily...go and tell our sister what you hath witnessed here...she will punish us as she sees fit..." As she trailed off her glance fell away and she simply laid back looking off to her side, just about ready to close her eyes and wish she could die of shame.

Valiant's breaths slowed, and now that he was cleaned of chocolate his anger began to subside. He looked down at the weak, useless, gluttonous Princess.... and then realized that... holy sweet jesus he had just pushed around Princess Luna and called her a disgusting fat pig.

She was almost as much of a pushover as Celestia was, come to mind, but regardless he stepped back and considered the situation. Soon he spoke, "Princess Luna, I have duties to the crown- and clearly you need to be escorted to a guest room before this is cleaned up."

Cleaned up indeed, she had certainly made a mess- of both the bed and herself. Speaking of which... Valiant spotted an opportunity to work on this.

"Escorted...? N-Nay, good Captain, we assure you that is not necessary...we shall take care of this mess...once we have adequately soaked in our shame..."

Luna's breathing remained heavy as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Why hadn't Valiant left yet like she had asked? Implored, even? A slight glimmer of hope allowed itself to flare to life in her chest. Maybe...maybe he didn't hate her after all? For surely if he did he would have left her worthless presence long ago?

Valiant stood his ground. "Princess Celestia assigned me to the night shift for a reason, and I won't abandon my duty just because you... uh, vomitted at least two gallons of chocolate on me like an overfilled water ballon somebody stepped on."

Valiant coughed, and inside Luna she could feel a slight... something. That something was the rat she had eaten bursting open and flooding her sick stomach with chocolate, which caused a slight feeling of sickness. However her gut was strong enough that it could handle this-  Luna had a strong stomach, but it did have limits.

For a moment Luna was truly speechless, her jaw agape as she regarded the guardspony standing above her with confusion, trepidation, gratitude, and...a tiny bit of hope? Oh, and a feeling of deathly illness in her still absurdly bloated stomach thanks to the remains of the poor creature she had ingested in her bout of madness earlier. Working her mouth soundlessly a few times, nothing could be heard for a moment besides the pair's breathing and some deep, unsettling moans emanating from Luna's depths.

Finally, she regained her ability to speak. "We...er, that is, I...thank thee for thine loyalty, Valiant...I shall send my highest regards to my sister."

Valiant, in his ego, wondered if such a thing were even neccessary. Celestia's opinions of him were... rather clear. While she hadn't made any overt moves, that's probably because she seemingly melted into a puddle whenever he was around. It was bizzare, considering she was an alicorn Princess, but then perhaps the fact he had accidently thought she was a servant once and ordered him to clean his armour said something.

He never had figured out that was Princess Celestia that day, and had been too drunk to realize how tall the 'servant' that he called 'the bitch with the fat ass' had been.

In any case, we return to our present time. "You don't need to thank me, Luna- just... well, can you stand? Get up." He spoke those last words with a lower voice, accidently entering the tone of commanding authority with other guards when he did.

"Stand...?" Luna repeated, before looking down at herself and, most notably, the blue boulder placed squarely in her lap. "Er...yes, we suppose that...yes, standing is good, let us just ummm...try this way...no, no mayhaps this way...? No...oh dear," Luna muttered as she twisted this way and that, trying to get her center of gravity to move from where it was centered squarely over her pelvis, and failing that realized that she was stuck fast.

She had literally beached herself by overeating. Luna grinned sheepishly up at Valiant as she spoke, "ehehe...um, Captain, it would appear that we, ah...are unable to stand by our own powers...and would very much like some assistance." Luna's cheeks flushed as she said that last part, embarrassed to be needing to ask her guard to help her stand up simply because she could not control her own appetite. Shameful, indeed.

Valiant rolled his eyes and Luna soon came to know the same powerful magic that a few others mare had, as her body was gripped in a blue light and she was abruptly yanked into a standing position. He made it appear absolutely effortless, even as Luna's weight was commenable.

"Princess, you're clearly not too /fat/ to stand, you need to stop being so lazy," Valiant spoke, before catching himself- don't insult her again you idiot. "... I mean, you should be more willing to exercise yourself."

Luna was not able to immediately respond to Valiant, cramming a forehoof in her mouth as the urge to vomit rose *yet again*, the sudden upheaval in her stomach protesting the extremely abrupt movement of just about being flipped over and dropped on her hooves. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes crossed slightly, her face looking slightly green for a moment as she struggled to hold back the tide, before finally with a firm GULP! swallowed the contents of her mouth back down, once again displaying an uncanny determination to keep every last bit possible trapped in her digestive tract.

Once the nausea passed she could get her thoughts in order enough to respond. "You are perhaps correct Valiant...however, we are afraid our frame does not take very well to exercise no matter what we do...it seems the food is just too different these days than what it was a thousand years ago..."

Valiant was unfazed, and spoke like he was the royal doctor soon enough. "If you gorge yourself on ten pounds of chocolate every night, Princess Luna, than I'm certainly not surprised," he spoke. "You need a diet and exercise, but I've told your sister the same...she tends to just giggle and blush at me for some reason.

Probably because she wanted him to call her a pig and slap her.

"In any case, follow me and I'll see if any of the guest rooms are available. I don't think anyone is presently staying on this level."

"Very well, Valiant...we shall follow. We appreciate thine willingness to help us in this...difficult hour." As she said so, Luna allowed herself to be led out of her chambers, her head held low and her ears splayed as she tried not to focus on the splatters of chocolate vomit covering her cheeks, neck, chest, and belly.

The fact did not escape her notice that while Valiant was certainly willing to clean himself up, with HER sheet nonetheless, he did not see fit to clean her up as well. However, Luna reasoned, he had by far the lion's share of the nasty chocolate on himself, and it would've certainly been worse had he tried to clean her with the already soiled sheet, which also happened to be the only readily available cloth in her room.

Besides that, Luna was just so darned happy that he hadn't run off in a rage by now. This charmingly handsome stallion was showing her an unprecedented level of kindness and patience while she was at her absolute worst, and she couldn't surprise the rising tide of adoration she felt for such a fine, loyal guard.

Valiant realized that Luna was.... disgusting. It was something he had simply accepted as a fact when he had cleaned himself, and while he made a note to clean her as well it had slipped his mind. Perhaps he had simply internalized that Luna was a pig.

Regardless, he kept this note in his head as he opened one of the unlocked guest rooms.

.... to find Fleur Dis Lee being spitroasted by two night guards. That was something, and she didn't even pause- hell if anything she seemed to get off even harder from the attention, and the door was soon closed- and locked. 

"The uh.... the guest room is occupied," Valiant spoke, and turned to Luna. "Perhaps... Celestia's personal chambers? We can make use of the royal baths as well."

At that suggestion, Luna's cheeks flushed darker than ever as she came to a jiggling stop, her belly growling and sloshing angrily as it jostled slightly. "W-wha...? Tia's room? Wha-but-we...surely that isn't necessary! May we remind thee that we too have a perfectly functioning royal bath? And...and..." 

Seeing the look on Valiant's face Luna deflated, all the fight in her leaving in a hurry. "I...you are right. We should inform Tia of what hath transpired this night as soon as possible. She...she deserves to know what an embarrassment her sister has been..." Luna trailed off in a dejected tone, her eyes refusing to meet his.

Valiant shook his head, rolling his eyes in addition. "Princess Luna, you merely soaked the Captain of the Royal Guard with more chocolate vomit than I thought it was possible for a mare to consume without bursting open, ate a rat infront of me, and then needed my help to so much as stand. Surely, there's nothing embarassing about any of this."

Humiliating her sure was fun. "Come, follow me, I'm sure Celestia will be all the more accomodating once she hears about this."

And so Valiant, as he tended to do- led. Thankfully Celestia's own quarters were actually on a lower floor, closer to the throne room. A bit of a power play on her own part.

Luna stared, slack-jawed, for a moment at the retreating form of the stallion whom she was pretty sure just made fun of her evening predicament. Normally this would've infuriated the less socially-inclined diarch, but after all she had already put him through she seemed pretty well deserving of whatever he deemed necessary.

Slowly she started waddling after him, the sickly knot in her stomach tightening as all the movement seemed to make her guts more and more upset. A soft rumbling groan could be heard as she determinedly plodded on, her tongue hanging out slightly as she hung her head, feeling sick, dirty, embarrassed, and utterly worthless.

Celestia's quarters were down two flights of stairs and two hallways, and they were met with grand golden (and magically sealed) doors. The two night guards that had been standing watch- Celestia was the monarch of Equestria after all- came to attention, and then... well, Luna did look rather pathetic, so they simply stared at her.

"Hooooly shit, Valiant- what the fuck happened to her?"

Valiant, with his horn glowing as he applied tonight's passcode to the magically sealed door, shrugged. "There was uh, this pig see- in the kitchen. It ate so much chocolate it exploded. All over Luna."

Frankly, it was less pathetic than the truth.

Though both guards wore a firm expression of disbelief, neither of them were stupid enough to question the Captain of the Guard, especially since it seemed rather likely that he be in a fouler mood than usual. Neither said anything as the golden doors slowly creaked open, revealing the soft darkness within, and simply stared as they walked by, bowing as Luna waddled past as fast as she could without further upsetting her over-burdened belly.

"Thank you," she murmured quietly as she crossed the precipice, and then the doors softly closed behind them, leaving nothing but the gentle moonlight streaming in through the window to see by. Luna, of course, could see just fine in the dark, but yet she stood still for a moment, paralyzed by fear. What would her sister say to her? What would her sister THINK of her? What kind of banishment would she inevitably hand out, seeing as she could no longer afford or bear to be such an embarrassment to the throne and the crown? How long would it be until she could return? These questions and more floated to the forefront of her mind, all of them pressing yet none of them having answers.

It took Valiant a moment to re-lock the doors, and once he he had he turned to Princess Luna, "Follow, to the baths- hopefully Celestia hasn't noticed us, I would hate to disturb her sleep," Valiant spoke, his words soft and quiet as he led Princess Luna through the foyer of the grand chambers. One could call this a house and be fairly correct, it made sense for the monarch herself to have all she needed in her.

However, to Princess Luna's deteriment- Celestia always had refreshments in the foyer. At present that was a tray of... brownies. Whatever servant had brought Luna hers had also brought a fresh tray of them for here, and upon seeing Luna's stomach gave a warning bubble that drew a harsh glance from Valiant. Her stomach begged her, pleaded with her- please, dear god... no.

Luna froze mid-step, her eyes wide and unblinking as they stared into the chocolatey abyss. Her nostrils flared, greedily inhaling the rich, delicious scent of the treats she had so recently partaken of. Her ears took turns standing straight at attention then flattening in submission as her mind waged a mental war with itself.

On the one hoof, her poor stomach was full. Beyond full, even. She had just puked her guts out all over the captain of her guard and yet she still looked ready to foal. But on the other hoof...more. FUDGE. She knew she shouldn't. She knew she'd had enough, that she would make herself even sicker, even as her stomach mournfully reminded her of its toil. 

But she could taste them on her tongue. Feel them smush satisfyingly between her teeth. Feel that ever-so-delightful sensation of sending more delicious food down to her stomach, to eat, eat, eat, EAT...

Valiant held up as he noticed Luna's pause and subsequent struggle. His face was hard to read as he spoke. "Luna..." The night princess's eyes flicked briefly over to him, conveying in that one moment the level at which she struggled, the desperation of her want versus the painfulness of her gluttony. Slowly she felt herself giving in, caving as she always did to her sheer, unadultered *greed*...

Valiant yanked the tray off the table, as he could easily see where things were heading at present. He levitated it after him, and strode off towards the baths. "Follow, Luna, and maybe you can have some," he spoke, and left a single heavy brownie left levitating in the air- and allowed her to eat it once she came up to it. Thus he made use of all six, and delighted as he watched the sick made waddle her over-full body from one, to the other, to the other...

The final one had her walk right off the edge of the pool and splash into the water. Fat floated- but chocolate didn't and her stomach pulled her down enough to nearly drown the poor mare.

For a moment all that Valiant could see was a few bubbles and ripples as he waited for the alicorn to surface. Just a bit before he was about to go jumping in after her, she crested the water like a great blue whale, though not nearly as gracefully as one.

Though he expected her to be gasping for air, instead all he heard was her breathing heavily through her nose. Soon enough he saw the reason, though, and his eyes widened as he realized she was still stubbornly chewing her last brownie before swallowing it down with a heavy GULP! Luna then took a moment to pant slightly and catch her breath, before looking over at Valiant and grinning sheepishly. Having long since given up control of the situation, she meekly waited for him to dictate what happened next, especially if it meant she got more of those sumptuous brownies...

Valiant was about to speak, but before he could the light in the room rose slightly as someone unseen lit the candles. Luna's obese mass became more apparent in the lighting- and the water had the effect of making her look like a damn iceburg.

Celestia entered, her hooves loud against the marble. "Who dares disturb my sleep. Luna? What the hell are you..." she started, her voice shrill and loud as the fat (but not Luna sized, yet) mare came into the room with a frown on her tired face.

Her eyes came to Valiant, and from her position- behind him- she had a nice view of his rear. Suddenly her ears pinned to her head, and she spoke incredibly softly. "V-Valiant..." 

Valiant turned sharply, and bowed to the Princess. "Your Highness! Your sister had uh, an accident, and her room will need cleaning so... so uh...."

He was lost for words for the moment.

Silence reigned for just a moment or two as all three ponies' eyes flicked back and forth between the other two, each waiting for any of the other to break the awkward stand-off. As was per usual, the job fell to Celestia. Quirking an eyebrow inquisitively as she looked her sister up and down, she seemed to take in the sight for a moment before speaking. "Oh? An accident, hmm? And just exactly what kind of accident are we talking about?"

That slight, subtle hint of mischieviousness that anypony who'd spent any reasonable amount of time around her would recognize crept slowly into her voice as she spoke. For her part, Luna just stood where she was, her face doing its best to imitate a tomato, and Valiant simply stood off to the side shuffling his hooves awkwardly, wondering just what in Equestria he should say.

Celestia spoke again, as she trotted up to Valiant and nearly purred. He meant... everything to her, to the point that seeing him with another mare was not a real problem- so long as it was her sister. Otherwise, they might well have been sent to the stocks tomororow. "My now, Lulu, did you cover yourself in chocolate..." Celestia started, as she stepped up to the water and leaned down "... before or after you ate it?"

She knew her sister well enough, and was soon applying a warm sponge to both tease Valiant and her sister at the same time as he squished into and explored every curve and role Luna had- including the feminine parts. 

She also stuck her ass out at Valiant while doing so, spread her legs, and outright presented herself like a damned animal for the confused stallion.

Luna meeped slightly at the suddenness of the sponge's contact, especially in regard to some of her more sensitive areas, but flushed so deeply she almost began to look purple as she responded. "Erm...sister we are terribly sorry but, um...I'm afraid we have been an embarrassment for you...again...your guard Valiant may share his report on the events that transpired..." she trailed off sullenly, one of her forehooves swirling absent-mindedly through the soapy, chocolatey water.

"Well, Valiant?" Celestia purred as she looked over to him. "Care to enlighten me on the situation?" she continued, as she did so pressing herself ever so slightly up against the smaller (but not by much!) stallion.

Valiant finally found how he would break how awkward this was, and spoke plainly with the tone and voice of an officer reporting. Luna could watch as Celestia's own face became as red as a ripe tomato and she shivered with arousal. that... That was the voice she needed. 

"Princess Luna consumed around ten pounds of chocolate, and proceeded to vomit most of it up when she also consumed a live rat. I used her bedspread to clean myself, and... her room is going to need the attention of a servant now."

The last word seemed to have an odd effect on Celly and she looked like she was damn near dripping between the legs, but managed to keep herself sane and glance back at Valiant.

"This would not be the first time... perhaps my sister didn't inform you but she has ruptured her own stomach on several occassions."

Celestia sighed softly. Being an alicorn had it's perks- immortality one of them. The orgies she used to have...

Luna couldn't bring herself to meet her sister's gaze as Valiant recounted the events of her evening as he witnessed. She could only imagine how horrified she must be to hear of her relapsing into her old, hedonistic ways...after all, this was a new era and things were different now, and ponies were supposed to act different now. She just...couldn't adjust properly...

Celestia, for her part, seemed to take the news in stride and directed the sponge to stroking soft circles over Luna's distended belly. "Awww, poor little Lulu..." Celestia cooed softly. "Did she give herself a tummyache again by being too greedy?" At that, Luna finally did look up, indignation painting her face as her sister belittled her before the captain of her guard, and the stallion she had grown to appreciate quite a bit...

"My my, Lulu! You really did get chocolate everywhere!"

Aaaand the sponge went right up Luna's marehood, and Celestia proceeded to outright fuck her with it for a good few moments before she relented and yanked it out. The mare was clean, now, or relatively speaking anyway.

Celestia then knew what she would do, and despite her eagerness a yawn escaped her. The events of yesterday had exhausted her, and she needed her sleep. Still, she could leave that delightful stallion with a treat... she read him as plain as a book, he was turned on by Luna's lack of self control, and she made a mental note of how he was eyeing her sisters curves.

Celestia yanked Luna out of the pool, and plopped her on the side before blow-drying her with magic like one might a pet dog. "Valiant, my dear sister looks absolutely famished! Be a dear, and while I return to bed- give her a good meal. You may use the guest room on the lower floor."

In a cheeky bit of power play, that was the smallest guest room, a second one on the upper floor was much larger. This was little more than a sleeping space for a guests servant.

With Luna on full display, Celestia turned and brushed her soft body against Valiant.

And without another word, the sun princess sauntered out the door and back into her room to return to sleep, leaving both remaining ponies in the bathroom to stare after her blankly for a moment, each trying to comprehend what exactly just happened.

At last, Valiant stirred first. "Well...orders are orders. C'mon Princess, let's get you to a clean bed..." Simply nodding in agreement and silently praying that this whole night was just some horrible dream and she would wake up soon, Luna numbly followed after, the two of them silently creeping back through Celestia's calm, quiet room before exiting into the hallway.

Neither of them heard the soft giggle from within just before the doors closed behind them.

Celestia would spend the next half hour fantasying about Valiant pinning her down with his magic, force feeding her butter, and calling her swing. That, however, is a matter for another RP.

In the present,  Celestia had been specific in her order- the lower guest room- because that led through the kitchen. She had absolutely no plan of Luna actually using the room, as the pair of ponies quickly found that most of the food expected for the days breakfast was ready, having been made yesterday before the servants went to sleep. It made sense to make what you could before the main kitchens were closed for the night, and so pastries and brownies, small cakes and trays of fudge, and plenty of bread was laid out under plastic wrap for the days use.

The pantry for this smaller kitchen, with the door left open (on purpose?) revealed that there were a few bags of sugar... and one bag of chocolate. One, fifty pound, bag of chocolate bits.

Valiant had forgot himself, and was almost through the room before he glanced back at the sickened Luna standing in the door and staring at it all like she had come to face a god.

Time seemed to stand still for the night princess as she slowly took on the beautiful sights and smells around her. She couldn't exactly remember why or when they had ended up in the kitchen, but by the goddesses was she glad to be here now! 

A veritable smorgasborg of delicious treats surrounded her, their various scents mixing and mingling like an orgy in her snout. Her wide eyes flicked back and forth as she surveyed the goods, pondering which one she wanted to partake of first.

It was at this point that her stomach loudly reminded her that, in fact, she really did NOT want to partake in ANY of it! She was still stuffed to the gills, her huge swollen belly hanging halfway to her knees and still gurgling and grumbling constantly as the chocolatey mass within it churned and sloshed away.

But oh, how she DID want to partake. How she really, really, badly, wanted...needed...more...FOOD...

"Princess Luna," Valiant started, and turned to approach her. "You're so overwhelmed with food that your stomach is audible, you needed my help to stand, and you vomitted enough chocolate on me barely a half hour ago to fill most mares to the point they'd burst- Celestia is right, you really do have no self control."

He halted, and slapped a hoof into Luna's chest. He'd been hiding his goddamned arousal all night, and at this point he was fairly close to breaking his cool. "Do not, do not tell me you are considering eating of this. The bedchamber is behind me, and while it's not much I think the bed can support you."

Valiant didn't even care that he had just called her fat, it was on purpose.

Luna stared at her guard for a moment or two before swallowing and finally replying in a shaky voice, "V-Valiant...we...I mean, I...must confess that this all looks and smells so...delicious...we cannot help but wish for some...just a serving or so...to tide us over...until morning..."

Valiant stared in disbelief as the still-stuffed mare waddled over towards the counter where most of the food sat. "We...cannot resist...ohhh, Valiant...please...we are...so, so...hungry..." Luna's stomach gave a long and low gurgle at that, and for a moment it almost did sound hungry. How could she possibly...?

Valiant broke. He was fighting both Luna's lack of self control and his own lust at this point, and his sense of duty only went so far. "Right...." he returned, and strode to the other side of the counter before he reached out and unwrapped a basket of sugary pastries. They were filled with jelly, and he slid it over to Luna.

"You're not hungry, Luna, you have an eating disorder..." Valiant spoke, and then finally figured out how he would turn this around her.

"... but I am sworn to you and Celestia, so if you want food, by all means- enjoy yourself," he spoke, even as Luna's cheeks turned green as her body realized what was transpiring outside and tried a desperate gambit, willing the last of her intestinal strength to cause Luna to hiccup a small mouthful of chocolatey bile, and she belched deeply following this, which only forced her own bile to pour out onto her basket of pastries. Disgusting- and she was going to eat it all anyway.

Luna stared at the vomit-covered pastries for a moment or two, as if caught off-guard and unsure of how to proceed. "Now," Valiant stated, her eyes flicking up to meet his for a brief moment.

"Eat."

As suddenly as flipping a switch, the last of Luna's self-control snapped, and she threw herself face-first into the pile of bile-smeared goodies, paying absolutely no mind to what she was shoving into her face as long as it was mildly edible. In the span of just a few moments, she had quickly vacuumed up the entire basket, leaving absolutely nothing behind. Not a dab of jelly, not a spot of sugar, nor a smear of bile. It was all gone. With wild eyes, Luna frantically cast about, desperately searching for her next meal. 

Valiant was in arousal mode low, and his voice lowered a degree as he unwrapped another basket of the same pastries and slid it before Luna, "God, if you made yourself that sick by yourself, imagine how bad you're going to get with me enabling you. You fat fucking pig."

His words had a hissing sting to them, all on purpose, as he humiliated the moonpig even as he enabled her addiction. A pan of the same brownies that had ruined her so much was slid before her, and a plate of small cubic slices (quite large) of vanilla cake. She quickly found herself facing a dessert buffet from food that was supposed to be refreshments for however many guests Celestia might have throughout the day.

All to be consumed by her, the ravenous and broken Princess.

Luna set upon the feast before her with a passion rarely seen before in the history of ponykind. Utilizing not only both her forehooves along with her magic, but also continuing to just mash her face into the nearest pile of food in a mad bid to eat as much as possible as fast as possible, her belly began to bloat in earnest as a literal stream of heavy, dense food poured into it. Luna barely took the time to chew as she just about inhaled every little scrap of food she set her eyes upon. 

Groaning in agony, but resigning itself to its fate, with no energy left to spare, Luna's taut blue belly swelled bigger and bigger and bigger as she ate and ate and ate...

Luna choked on a pastry she had shoved down her throat as a wave of vomit forced up out of her and she spewed on the counter. The energy and adrenaline flowing through her had energized her gut as well, but that simply meant she'd dominate it by force. Soon enough she put a hoof to her mouth and physically forced herself to swallow, and her eyes locked with Valiant's. She was shuddering, her body was on the brink, she was going further than even she was known to go.

"More," she gurgled feebly.

Valiant force fed her with the sort of intense power that few mares had known. He pushed entire unchewed rolls and slices of cake down Luna's throat, and added to it a full gallon of heavy milk from the fridge. Soon the table was clear, and the fridge as well, as Luna sat there barely able to gasp for air and hiccuping bile at every chance. She wasn't puking- her stomach was so full it backed up into her swollen throat.

Valiant, of course, levitated out the sacks of sugar and chocolate form the pantry, and repeated her own words back to her. "More?" he spoke, and ripped open a bag of sugar.

Luna attempted to respond as Valiant strode over with the first of many bags of sugar slung over his shoulder, but all that came out was a horrible gurgling noise before she hiccuped slightly, bile and chunks of half-digested food slopping down her neck and chest and onto the floor. Valiant paused for a moment but the look in her eyes was all he needed. "Meh, close enough," he said with a shrug and a grin, standing up on his hind hooves as Luna tilted her head back and lolled her jaw open before Valiant shoved the opening of the bag into her slightly bubbling maw.

The princess' throat undulated repeatedly as gulp after gulp of pure sugar forced its way into her packed throat, slowly mixing with the preexisting muck and thickening it into a viscous syrup not unlike molasses. As the contents of her throat got heavier and denser, it began to slowly but surely slide down her throat, forcing its way into her horribly packed stomach as it pushed aside less dense material, forcing her to expand further and further. As she continued swallowing like a madmare, Valiant wondered if she was in any danger of suffocating with such a constant stream of sludge pouring down her throat. Upon noticing her horn was glowing faintly, he dismissed his concerns. However, he did wonder idly whether she was purposefully casting spells on herself or whether it was sheer, reflexive instinct?

By now Luna's stomach would be swinging heavily below her knees, just a few inches from brushing the ground were she to be standing. However, Luna no longer had the strength to stand, so overloaded and horribly bloated was she. Instead she simply lay slumped against the wall, her belly pooling in front of her as the huge blue mass continued to pump fuller and fuller, taking on a consistency not unlike a rather full bean bag. Valiant continued to let the sugar dump into her mouth, until finally it seemed to be outpacing the rate at which her stomach was filling. As a pile grew in her mouth and threatened to overflow, Valiant paused for a moment. Frowning, he headed back to the pantry to see if there was anything he could use to solve his problem.

Valiant grinned as he noticed something he had missed on his first pass through the pantry. Tucked away behind where the bags of sugar once were, probably long since forgotten, was a basket with half a dozen stale baguettes. Valiant wasted no time floating them over. Grabbing one and climbing up on the counter in front of Luna, he stood over her with his baguette raised and a manic look in his eye. "My, my, princess, you're looking a tad backed up there...let me help you with that." Lining up the end of the baguette with the entrance to her throat, he chuckled as he jammed it deep down into her throat, forcing even more sugary goop to cram its way into her belly. "Open wide!!"

Luna gurgled horribly and Valiant grinned madly as he pumped up and down, steadily pushing the backlog more and more into that big, blue, rumbling, near-dying stomach. As a narrow channel of air connected her mouth and stomach for the first time in a while, Luna let out a short hiccup-burp, her stomach quaking and heaving as it attempted to seize its opportunity to save itself.

It managed to get up about one good mouthful before Valiant was back to pouring raw sugar down her throat, the dry powder soaking into everything attempting to come up and forcing it all to slide back down in thick chunks. Again and again Valiant repeated this process, using his trusty baguette to force more and more into Luna's stomach before switching back to actually emptying more into it. At one point his baguette started to get mushy on one end and lose its effectiveness, so he simply jammed it down into her throat as far as it could go and watched in satisfaction as the peristaltic motions of her throat slowly sucked it down until it was out of sight, soon to be deposited in her mountainous belly. 

Luna's belly was now so big she couldn't wrap her hooves all the way around it. Were she to be standing, it would be now smushed quite comfortably against the ground and she would be hard-pressed to keep all four hooves on the ground, let alone walk. The first bag of sugar emptied, followed by the second, then the third, and finally the fourth...

Luna groaned sickly as yet another baguette sunk slowly into the depths of her throat. Never before had she felt this close to dying. Not in all her prior years of partying so hard it made today's parties look like kindergarden tea parties. Normally she would have ruptured by now but somehow, someway, she was still stretching, still straining, still groaning and growling and rumbling and churning... As Valiant paused to take another break between pouring and shoving, Luna let loose with a massive belch that sent chunks of gooey semi-food fountaining out from her throat, her head still lounged back as she simply leaned against the wall, utterly unable to move any of her limbs, let alone her absurdly swollen, heavy belly. Splashes of sugary bile landed on her face, in her mane, on her chest and belly, on the wall beside her, the counter in front of her, and the floor around her. She was an utter pig making an utter pig of a mess and she sure looked the part through and through.

Another wave of goop slopped out of her mouth with a short belch as Valiant strode over with the final bag of chocolates and another baguette. "Uh, uh, uh, Princess..." he chided. "Better in than out, as I always say..." Valiant chuckled darkly as he tore open the bag of chocolate bits before scooping great heaping piles of them up with his magic and dumping them into Luna's wide open maw, giving each serving a good push or two down with his trusty baguette just in case. This manic pase continued unabated, Luna's stomach now sprawling out in front of her, rolling forward and jutting past her hooves by a good foot and growing. 

Onward and outward it grew, the bag of chocolate steadily getting emptier and emptier as Valiant continued to literally fill his princess so far past her capacity it wasn't even conceivable how she was still alive. The bag was now half empty as yet another baguette began its trusty journey to the center of her stomach. While Valiant was busy grabbing his last one, Luna gurgled ominously, a literal waterfall of bile pouring from her mouth as her body, utterly unable to heave or gag, simply dumped a constant stream of excess bile, desperate to cut down on volume in any way possible. Valiant paid her pathetic gurgling no mind and resumed his royal duty...giving his princess exactly what she wanted. More.

Eventually, finally, after just over an hour of some of the most relentless stuffing Valiant had ever had the pleasure to partake of, all the food in the kitchen was gone. In its place was an inconceivably bloated Princess Luna. Finally free of her need to feed, the princess slumped all the way down against the wall, laying on her side in a steadily growing pool of her own vomit. Her deep blue belly was comically huge, pressing downwards so much it would effectively double her height and rising so far above her the uppermost swell creseted the countertop she at one point was eating off of. 

Every single one of her exhales was supplemented by a sharp hiccup, a soft, wheezing burp, or a gurgling squelch of the tiniest bit more material from her stomach leaking out, her digestive tract ultimately unable to move anything but the tiniest fractions of its volume by this point. Her eyes were half open and her mane was limp, having lost its normal natural waviness about half an hour ago as she strayed dangerously far into the realm of semi-living. 

Valiant stood back and admired his hoofiwork with a proud smile, walking this way and that way around the huge blue mountain quivering and churning in the middle of the kitchen floor. As he watched Luna's eyes drift slowly closed he could've sworn he heard her murmur something softly before passing into the realm of unconsciousness: "....muh...muh...moooooorreee..."



A job well done, indeed. Valiant grinned as he prepared to properly appreciate the monument to gluttony that lay utterly sated before him...