Luna and Rarity Lunch Date

After fulfilling quite a long order, Rarity trotted amidst her organized chaos. Though it would prove a nightmare to clean up for her next assignment, the hard work was worth it for her important client who will no doubt garner the attention of those who gazed up her dazzling creations. The ensuing attention that would trail down to her boutique was much to look forward to, but currently her thoughts were more occupied as to what her lunch might be. A nice pleasant meal at a quaint little place she and Twilight regularly met up for tea was where she’d spend the afternoon. Only difference between her visiting alone and going with Twilight, was now she had enough bits from her important client to really enjoy herself, and the company of some thick cheese oozing vegetable stuffed sandwiches.


*knock knock knock*


The sudden rapping at her door caused her to blow a sigh of reluctance. The fame was setting in already with clients now flooding her doorstep. Dropping what she was doing, she mumbled her way downstairs; mildly disappointed to have to dedicate more time to another pony other than herself. Once the incessant rapping ceased as she flung open the door, a wave of shock flooded over her as she gazed upon her visitor. It certainly was a rare instance that the princess of the night herself would graced her humble abode with her presence, along with one of her royal guard and a carriage of food; mouthwatering sweets and snacks that caused Rarity’s jaw to drop and eyes grow wide with amazement.


“Greetings fair Rarity.”


Snapped out of her trance brought on by the food, she redirected her Attention to her visitor. “P-p-princess Luna. What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in, while I warm us up a cup of tea.”


“No need my friend, for I have come with a proposal I think will really peak your interest. As you may or may not know, the royal princess party is this Friday and every citizen is invited.”


“I’ve never heard of the royal princess party before.”


“My sister just created it yesterday as an excuse to throw a feast. Not that I objected to it.”


“Oh, I see.”


“It is for this reason that I came to bestow upon you the task of constructing me me the grandest most elegant dress in all of Equestria! Erm, if you are up to it of course.”


“I would be honored,” she said with a gleam in her eye. The task of serving royalty being a most prestigious one. Her excitement was cut quick however by a sudden pain emanating from her stomach, which she clutched tenderly, immediately catching Luna’s attention.


“You require sustenance I see.”


Rarity nodded her head, “It’s rather difficult to multitask between finishing a very important order on short notice, and getting something to eat in time.”


Now Luna’s face lit up with excitement. “Haha, well fear not fair Rarity, for I have brought the eating to you. As payment for your services.”


“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said as she looked dazed on at the food.


“Come Steve,” Luna spoke to the guard behind her, “Bring in the feast.”


The guard grunted as he pulled the chariot closer to the door. Luna shrunk it down to pass it through before restoring it to its original size in the center of the room. From behind the carriage Luna tossed a plethora of pillows around for comfort before laying down and popping a cupcake in her mouth.


“Come my friend, let us indulge in this calorie laden banquet!”


Rarity needed no second bidding as she stacked a whole pile of sweets in front of her.


“Oh, and Steve,” spoke Luna.


“Yes your highness?”


Bring us more sustenance, this chariot alone shall not do. We need enough to fill ten chariots...maybe more.”


“Yes your highness.”


Dashing off  with the empty chariot to fulfill his task, Rarity giggled at the thought of where he’d possibly be able to find ten chariots worth of food. More importantly, her stomach growled in excitement at the thought of feasting on such a copious amount.


The food which was brought varied in a wide assortment from some of Canterlot’s most reputable bakeries and restaurants, along with some food from Ponyville. Donuts ranging from powdered to jelly, multiple eclairs bloated with cream, fat stacks of pancakes lathered in butter and syrup, thick noodle spaghetti, cheese oozing pizza, long stuffed sandwiches and plump mounds of cake with more frosting than she can lick before eating so much as a crumb of bread, were to name a few of the delicacies available, all stacked atop of glistening plates. Luna wasted no time stuffing her face the moment she declared for the feast to start. Gulping large amounts of assorted foods as she went along, leaving a thin interval between putting more food in her mouth and swallowing what previously occupied it.


Rarity blithely followed her example, but gave herself more time to engage in casual conversation. “So, about your dress princess. Anything specific you’d like done with it?”


“*Ulp*...make it…*mmf*...dark but not brooding. Flashy but not…*hnn*...showy. Like this cupcake,” she held one of the tasty treats in her hoof. Half eaten but with notably blue frosting which sparkled in the sunlight gleaming through the window. “See how it expresses its radiance, yet exudes a soft creamy delicious look about it?” She immediately popped it in her mouth. “Make it like dat, *mmf*.”


Eating a cupcake herself, Rarity grinned as the creative cogs in her head went right to work with visualizing the perfect attire to suit the royal mare’s needs. “I believe I’ve got just the idea for you princess. By the time its done you’ll be the belle of the ball. Or in this case, the ‘belly’ of the ball, as it were.”


“Better if we both draw all the attention fair Rarity. Try some of these sweet rolls. They’re exquisite.”


Rarity moaned in bliss as she savored the sweet roll’s decadent flavor. Squishing her cheeks with her hooves she collapsed atop of a pile of pillows as she allowed the sensation to tingle every fiber of her being. “These sweet rolls are incredible.”


“Excellent, I’ll be sure to add them to the list of foods I want at the party.”


Luna’s spoilage of her with food almost made Rarity forget the reason she arrived at her doorstep in the first place. “So, how big of a list would you have for this party?”


Luna slightly giggled at the giddy excitement in her friend’s voice. “Bigger than we’ll be after this one I think. Along with what I’ve brought for us here, my sister will be summoning some of the finest culinary artists in Equestria. Mustn’t spare any expense for a feast this size. By the end of the night she’ll be my big sister in more ways than one. If I don’t surpass her of course,” Luna winked.


Rarity winked back before stuffing herself with some churros. It all sounded like such a lovely experience: friends, festivities, and food...lots of food. Not only enough for her and her friends to completely fatten up on, but even possibly enough to stuff them all to the point of exhaustion. If it were as monumentally big as Luna lead on, Rainbow Dash would meet her match as she grew too obscenely bloated to even reach for a donut; even with Twilight’s lightweight spell reducing her weight by a fraction. It would be a gluttonous galla for all fat ponies to attend. She would need a ton of fabric to just make dresses big enough to accommodate all their girth.


Blithely eating along, Steve returned with yet another chariot loaded with food which he obtained from some of the townsfolk. Rarity and Luna significantly pudged up with their bottoms and bellies blending in with the other soft cushiony objects they lounged on. Politely they passed each other food and sometimes fed each other while rubbing and patting their engorged guts. With the exchanging of food they exchanged flattering compliments regarding each other’s current size; producing extra pounds with each word that rolled off their tongues.


“My my princess, that belly is looking positively divine. By the time I start taking measurements I’ll have lots to work around.”


“Not as much work as you measuring yourself fair Rarity. Those curves are more than any corset could bear.”


“Oh, don’t tease me darling. Your waist could rip open a one size fits all ensemble.”


“True, *om-nom*, true. Gluttony sure has its rewards. By the time Steve is unable to fetch us more food my stomach would need its own chariot to carry it away.”


Rarity chuckled, “Indeed it would. Ashame the same can’t be said for your flank though.”


Holding a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth, Luna raised an eyebrow as she quizzically turned a menacing gaze on the white marshmallowy pony. “What’s the matter with my flank?”


“Oh nothing, just that you started eating first than me and my flank already surpasses yours. You really ought to keep up darling.”


“Hah, nonsense. No pony has a larger flank than the princess of the night.”


“Sorry princess, but I believe I do.”


“Very well then. Rise up fair Rarity, and let us see who has the superior flank.”


Doing as she was bid, both princess and pony returned each other’s fiery glances as their chubby stomachs grumbled at the lack of food being fed to them. “Now...bump!”


At the sudden swing of their hips, both mares bumped each end of their flanks together. Their big buns squished against each other, with Luna’s flank slightly overtaking the top half of Rarity’s. “Haha! You see, my flank is greater!”


“Oh pshaw, that’s only because you’re taller than me.” Using her magic, Rarity pulled over her fainting couch to stand on. Once at a more equal height, they bumped rumps once more. The result was more even as both cheeks rounded out more evenly, and though neither seemed to overtake the other, Rarity’s flank looked significantly more plumper. It was evident with how much more her heftier haunches had to support.


“Hah, you see dear, my flank’s bigger,” taunted Rarity.


Looking at both their behinds, Luna’s face grimaced at the loss. “Steve!”


Her royal guard standing at the doorway snapped out of the trance their flanks put him in. “Y-yes your highness?”


“I require more flank fattening foods, at once!”


“Of course your highness, right away.”


Taking off with a loud whoosh, Luna momentarily sulked as she crammed more food into her mouth. Returning her fainting couch to its original spot, Rarity continued lounging on the pillows; wiggling her rump as she grinned at having won their little contest. Noticing this, Luna grinned back at her with a sporting yet competitive gaze.


“You’ve won this time fair Rarity. But things will change once we start round two. The princess of the night shan’t be defeated so easily.”


“I wouldn’t doubt it princess. Did you see how Steve was looking at us? Something tells me he liked what he saw.”


“I’m sure he did. Steve has a bit of a weakness for big mares. Its the reason why I keep him close as my personal guard. Sometimes my sister borrows him as well.”


Rarity giggled, “sounds like quite the privileged stallion.”


Luna concurred as she popped a slice of pie in her mouth. A good while after they finished speaking about him, Steve returned with the chariot loaded with goodies once more. Both mares continued to gorge themselves on milkshakes and ice cream, hayfries and hayburgers. Their plump figures gradually rounded out into more corpulent beings the further time dragged on. Neither of them showing signs of getting full. Both had to constantly shift their lounging positions as their haunches and rumps grew more wide, requiring them to stretch out their limbs in order to have more leg room. Their belly’s pooled around them and began intruding in between their lush thighs. As they bloated out further they found their hind legs growing farther apart. Their backs also rounded out forming a thick squishable layer with luscious curves and plenty for a hoof to grab.


Their flanks had also become larger since their last competition, enough for each to occupy their own sofa cushion with each individual cheek. Big round buns sat atop of equally voluptuous thighs; ever growing to accommodate the change in weight. Lounging as they were their lower body and midsections distended like radiant mountain peaks, with the sides of their bellies forming wondrous plateaus. Were they to lye on their backs they’d experience their overgorged guts pooling in between their legs as well as around them. What chubbiness lingered was overtaken by thick layers of exorbitant pudge, burbling and churning with each passing second of digestion. It was enough to cradle in their hooves, while immersing themselves in its soft cushiony touch.


“Enough,” shouted Luna after scarfing down a banana coated in chocolate fudge.


Rarity finished the remains of a smoar before descending into shock. “B-but there’s still so much food left.”


“What? No, not with the feast, haha, surely you jest. I mean look at us, we have improved much over time. I can feel the pudge rippling through me with each gesture. It is time for our second bout, to see who now has the fattest flank. Steve! Front and center!”


Having not notice her assistant bring in another chariot of sweets, the pegasus parked it at the front door and trotted to his highness’ side. “Yes princess?”


“Lye down at once!”


The guard wore a bewildered look, but reluctantly did as he was told. The towering size of his corpulent superior looked further more intimidating as he groveled at her hooves. “Like this princess?”


“Yes,” she grinned at the nervousness in his tone, “now turn around...perfect.”


Tucking in his wings, Steve only slightly turned his head to find through the corner of his eye two massive orbs of blue and black casting an ominous shadow over him. With a loud ‘fwomp,’ the air was sapped from his lungs, as a tremendous weight enveloped his entire back. Squishing his spine and pushing his helmet aside, he was completely pinned down by her rump’s warm cushiony embrace. To make things more uncomfortable, Luna wiggled her rump to smother him further. His vision was darkened with part of her fat rump folding over his eyesight, leaving only his muzzle free of her blubbery bottom in order to breath.


“How are you fairing Steve,” Luna smiled, feeling him slightly writhe and wriggle beneath her rump.


“Doing…*hack*...fine…*weeze*...princess.”


“How would you classify the royal rump?”


“Heavy...your highness.”


“Excellent. Come fair Rarity, sit on Steve.”


Both mares slyly grinned to each other once hearing a nervous gulp come from the pegasus. Gasping for air once Luna got off his back, it was immediately expelled once Rarity sat on him. Much like Luna’s rump it immediately enveloped his body, though parts of his forelegs and even his vision remained free from her plump posterior.


“Report Steve,” commanded Luna.


“Its...not as bad-er-good...as the royal...flank...your highness.”


“Haha! The flank fattening foods were a success!”


“Congratulations princess,” Rarity humored her before popping a slice of cake in her mouth.


“This calls for a celebration. Steve!”


“Yes…princess?”


“More food at once!”


“Right...away...princess…*meep*.”


“Oh yes, haha, right. Fair Rarity, would you mind?”


Lifting herself off the guard, poor Steven crawled away to the chariot, stretching his wings and limbs as the numbness slowly faded away. Alone with their feast, both mares continued their gorge as the hours piled on; along with the pounds. Greedily they stuffed any and ever tasty morsel into their chubby cheeks, swallowing each load with a conceded grin. While they ate they would often bask in the grandeur their bloated figures produced for their delicate hooves to touch. Widening hips to squish and squeeze through doors and radiant bellies to haul around as a prophetic display of their love of high living. Their limbs also greatly puffed up as a result, adding more admirable corpulence to their luscious figures.


Rarity had long lost track of just how much she had eaten, but she knew it would’ve been enough to feed a pack of timber wolves many times over. She rested on her back, too overgorged to lounge properly without the momentum of her undulating body forcing her to sway. It didn’t keep her belly from sloshing atop of her however, as she and her plush bosom fought it back. Her thick hind legs rested at her side, dangling like a puddle of fat squishing against the sides of her belly which rounded out in between them. Her lush forelegs caressed her milky white stomach which she lovingly fondled and gazed at its rippling splendor through half shut eyes while using her magic to levitate more food in her mouth.


Luna was of a different sort, with her attitude reflecting the same sense of rapture brought on by her gluttony. She remained vigilant in her glut, with unwavering dedication to devouring everything edible in sight, pushing her onward long before Rarity slowed her eating down. This resilience was largely reflected by her countenance, reaffirming the fact that she was the fattest pony in all the land and would retain the title by whatever hedonistic means necessary. She was a massive blue and dark orb of jiggling blubber, pooling out way beyond the limits of her own limbs, which stood like towering round pillars raising up an equally impressive foundation. Each of her meaty hind legs sported tremendous thighs wider than multiple stallions put together. Her gargantuan plot hailed the glory of the moon, casting a wide shadow for all behind it. Its curvaceous excellence deemed even the widest of wagons unworthy to serve as little more than a stool. Even the castle doors of Canterlot would herald at its arrival as inch by precious inch squished and squeezed through it, scrunching each cheek from the added pressure.


A smile was barely noticed beyond the princess’ pudgy cheeks, which no pony could guess contained sustenance within it or not. What magic that didn’t fling food in her mouth she did so with her formidable forelegs. Her bosom obstructed much of its movement with how distended it became, like a hulking armor chestplate bent on forming an obstacle for any foe. No accompanying chainmail on the planet would be able to work its way around her globe like belly however, which became so obscenely fat it was a miracle her hooves even touched the ground anymore. Each slight ripple trembled through each thickly coated blubbery inch, causing a symphony of sloshes to churn the massive amount of glut within her. Nothing made her prouder however, as she occasionally jiggled her body just to hear its pleasuring tune.


“What a feast,” groaned Rarity, rather blushing as she tried to move, feeling her limbs squish and fight back her engulfing body. “Really princess, this is fantastic. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so incredibly stuffed. Or this fat for that matter.” She hugged as much of her bulk as she could.


“I’m pleased…*mmff*...to hear that…*ulp*...fair rarity.”


“And might I say,” Rarity rolled onto her stomach, erupting in a loud series of glorps and squelches, “you’re looking marvelous darling. That flank, that belly, they’re so big I don’t know if there’s any amount of fabric in equestria that’ll be able to dress it.”


“*Hnn*Perhaps you’re…*mm*...right.” Finishing the final remains of the feast, the earth temporarily shook as she sat down, sending violent vibrations throughout her body. The thrashing of food in her belly undulated it in various directions before it remained still long enough for her to scoop up all she can in her hooves, plop it back down on the floor, and repeat the whole thing over again. “The royal belly might need some sizing down. Even at the party itself I wouldn’t wish to rip through one of your beautiful creations. But I do hope you and your friends will still attend. By then we shall have to have a tie breaker for our flank off.”


“Oh but of course. I wouldn’t dream of missing another flank off...and...another feast.”


“Splendid. Steve!”


“Ye...yes…prin...princess.”


Turning her head to her subordinate, she found him huffing and puffing for breath outside the door with another food loaded chariot in tow. Throughout the ongoing hours he was tasked with hauling heavy load after heavy load of food filled chariots for his princess; even long after Rarity became full. Once Ponyville’s local eateries ran out of ingredients, he was forced to fetch new food supplies from Canterlot and beyond just to satiate her incredible appetite.


“Come, we are off.”


“R...right away princess.”


Standing back on his aching hooves, he wrapped the food chariot’s harness around himself whilst waiting for his princess to exit the building. Holding her head high, her tremendous curves wobbled and jiggled uncontrollably with each sway of her hips; sloshing and glorping at every new step. Much of her belly dragged across the floor, squishing against her bulky thighs and dragging with it some of Rarity’s carpeting. Exiting the front door one blubbery foreleg at a time, she managed to get out up to her bosom, grunting and groaning as she tried further. Much of her globe like body smushed against the walls on the inside, flattening itself as big around as a giant pancake at times. The thick layers of fat surrounding her belly and back proved too great, which as much as it delighted her, proved an inconvenience for the after dinner snack that awaited her at home.


“Oof...since when was...uugh...this door...so small? Steve!”


“Yes your highness?”


“It seems I have indulged in one too many sundaes,” she lied down, crossing her forelegs with her plush bosom lying atop of it, “we have no choice. You simply must go on the other end and push me out.”


Steven eyes suddenly shot open, “I-er-don’t think I can.”


“Of course you can, you’re a strong stallion. Hop to it.”


“Well, its just...your highness is so...bountiful, that I shouldn’t revel in your bounty alone. Other should be here reveling with me, er, if it pleases you, your excellency.”


“Hmm,” Luna tapped her muzzle, “you have a point. Very well, summon the others. I shall wait here for your return.”


Sighing in relief, Steve zipped into the air as quick as his tired wings could carry him. Though patience was a long time friend of Luna’s, the anxiety of what awaited her back in her room proved more unbearable than lugging around her immensely bloated body. Thankfully she had the final chariot loaded with food to keep her company, something she took full advantage of right away. Once more food showered into her gullet, cascading within her belly which was stuffed many times over. As if voicing its own protestation, her gut grumbled like an ill tempered beast, which even made Rarity squeal in surprise upon believing some savage animal entered her boutique. Silencing it with a smack only sloshed around her indigested gorge, along with plopping her belly on the inner walls of the boutique as it jiggled.


Stuffing a hayburger in her gob and swallowing, Luna licked the remnants of ketchup from her lips. “I hope my sister doesn’t mind Steve bringing over all of the Canterlot Royal guard. He’s going to need them by the time he comes back.”