"Hello, little human."
Jack craned his head up to attempt to make eye contact with the behemoth pony looming over him. However, he simply could not see anything. The room was too dark and no light could be shined through into it, thanks to the ponies impressive girth. Thankfully, the figure took a step back, making the floor beneath it creak and groan. Light poured through. And out of all the ponies on the surface of the planet...
...Of course, it was Princess Luna.
The first thing that Jack noticed was just how absolutely FAT she was, even by average Pony standards. A massive, sagging, plush, roll covered belly, wobbling like a vat of jelly at the slightest movement, pooling like partially melted ice cream. Jutting out behind her, her titanic, juicy, cellulite dimpled rump grazed the ground, plush as a bag of fluffy marshmallows, with matching bubbly thighs, threatens to swallow up her puny swollen feet. Her back would become so laden with blubber, her wings being sunk into the his supple, squishy flesh, expansive folds drowning the appendages in so much blubber so Finally, her face curvy and plump as blubber collecting there had swollen her cheeks into sagging rugby ball sized blobs.
Jack sat there in shock. His eyes flicked backwards and forwards, as if not believing his own two eyes. Luna, Princess Luna, the mare who declared war on the entirety of the human race with her sister and set several cities ablaze, was here? At his college? And on top of that, with him being literally two feet away from her? In all his years, Jack was genuinely flabbergasted at such a sight.
Unfortunately, nothing could prepare you for what was about to happen.
“What are you all so nervous about?” asked Luna.
Jack realized that he was cowering on the opposite side of the small room, with his back up against a wall.
“Aw, don't worry! I'm not going to bite!” The Moon Princess bent down, letting her belly rest on the floor, and lifted her hand, gently stroking under Jack's chin, as if he were a pet. Hesitantly, he relaxed a slight bit at her touch.
“Oh, girls,” she said to the unknown other ponies behind her, wriggling her toes as she started to unwrap the rope binding him. "I can't thank you enough for bringing me along here to this delightful little Island. I feel so embarrassed about trying to stay home back at Canterlot… I've gotten to meet so many amazing new Humans!"
Jack cocked his head involuntarily out of confusion. To the best of his knowledge about the War, Luna was supposed to HATE humans with a zealous passion, not fawn over them. She never spoke on her opinion of humans in any recorded documents, but it was clear that she lead many attacks on major population centers.
A sharp pain coursed through Jack's body as the duct tape that was covering his mouth was ripped off quickly, leaving your lips being able to move again.
"The girls told me that you were investigating the silly old war from a decade ago. You know that is not your place to ask questions. Were going to have to correct that. But in the meantime, is there anything that you wish to say before you leave? Any message? Any question?"
Jack thought. There did not seem to be any question that he wanted to ask: still less did he feel any impulse to utter high-sounding generalities. Instead of anything directly connected with Luna or the other ponies possibly holding him hostage, there came into his mind a sort of composite picture of the dark bedroom where his mother had spent her last days, and the little room in the dormitory, and the bed that Rarity had accidentally broken, and the sobbing and guilt she expressed for squishing him yesterday. Almost at random he said:
"Blaugh..."
He would have said something comprehensible, but instead he coughed up blood and some yellowish, thick substance that pooled at his knees. It was at this time that he realized how heavy he chest felt. It was full of liquid. His lungs had collapsed when he was squashed into unconsciousness earlier.
He looked up at Princess Luna. She looked down at him with a face that screamed pity. If Jack could see better, he would have seen water glossing over eyes. "...Rainbow..." She said in an icy tone that shivers down Jacks back. "...did you forget to cast a healing spell on our little guest?"
Jack heard another pony talk, presumably Rainbow's, but he couldn't hear the voice audible enough to make out the words. He was too preoccupied with the slow return of the pain that he experienced when he was squished by Cherilee. His bones were broken, A lot of them were. He looked down at his chest and saw a bump jut out from his rib cage. He pressed down on it, and too his horror he didn't feel any pain.That must have been the wound that punctured his lungs.
Jack looked up to see that Luna had stepped away from the door, still viable, but now the other ponies behind her were as well. Her voice was fading in and out. She was pointing at jack angrily and shouting at someone. "Bllaaugh!" You vomited up more bodily fluid, this time more violently. It splatted onto his clothes, staining them beyond repair with crimson red and dark yellow. He looked up again, this time focusing on the ponies beside Luna.
Rainbow, Sonata, Derpy, Rarity and Cherilee were there, looking at Jack directly. Most of them were trying to avoid making direct eye contact with him, turning their heads to the side a little bit. Cherilee was on the verge of tears, however, and Rarity...looked mortified. She was looking at him as if he was a stranger that was in her home. Jack wondered what he looked like to her.
The last thing Jack could register in his mind before he blacked out again was how the blood and the thick fluid would not mix together, like oil and water. And then, there was darkness.
He was lying on something that felt like a camp bed, except that it was higher off the ground and that he was fixed down in some way so that he could not move. Specifically, blankets that were tightened around his body. Light that seemed stronger than usual was falling on his face. Princess Luna was standing at his side, looking down at him intently, and yet sympathetically.
Even after his eyes were open he took in his surroundings only gradually. He had the impression of swimming up into this room from some quite different world, a sort of underwater world far beneath it. How long he had been down there he did not know. Since the moment when Miss Cherilee and some other pony squashed him at the library, he had not seen darkness or daylight.
He did not know where he was. Presumably he was still on the college campus, but there was no way of making certain. He was in a high-ceilinged windowless cell with walls of glittering white porcelain. Concealed lamps flooded it with cold light, and there was a low, steady humming sound which he supposed had something to do with the air supply. A bench wide enough to support the average pony to sit on ran round the wall, broken only by the door and, at the end opposite the door, a lavatory pan with no wooden seat.
There was a dull aching in his belly. He was hungry, with a gnawing, unwholesome kind of hunger. It might be twenty-four hours since he had eaten, it might be thirty-six. He still did not know, probably never would know.
"You are afraid "said Luna, watching his face, 'that in another moment something is going to break. I told you, I'm not going to bite, remember?"
Jack craned his head up to attempt to make eye contact with the behemoth pony looming over him. However, he simply could not see anything. The room was too dark and no light could be shined through into it, thanks to the ponies impressive girth. Thankfully, the figure took a step back, making the floor beneath it creak and groan. Light poured through. And out of all the ponies on the surface of the planet...
...Of course, it was Princess Luna.
The first thing that Jack noticed was just how absolutely FAT she was, even by average Pony standards. A massive, sagging, plush, roll covered belly, wobbling like a vat of jelly at the slightest movement, pooling like partially melted ice cream. Jutting out behind her, her titanic, juicy, cellulite dimpled rump grazed the ground, plush as a bag of fluffy marshmallows, with matching bubbly thighs, threatens to swallow up her puny swollen feet. Her back would become so laden with blubber, her wings being sunk into the his supple, squishy flesh, expansive folds drowning the appendages in so much blubber so Finally, her face curvy and plump as blubber collecting there had swollen her cheeks into sagging rugby ball sized blobs.
Jack sat there in shock. His eyes flicked backwards and forwards, as if not believing his own two eyes. Luna, Princess Luna, the mare who declared war on the entirety of the human race with her sister and set several cities ablaze, was here? At his college? And on top of that, with him being literally two feet away from her? In all his years, Jack was genuinely flabbergasted at such a sight.
Unfortunately, nothing could prepare you for what was about to happen.
“What are you all so nervous about?” asked Luna.
Jack realized that he was cowering on the opposite side of the small room, with his back up against a wall.
“Aw, don't worry! I'm not going to bite!” The Moon Princess bent down, letting her belly rest on the floor, and lifted her hand, gently stroking under Jack's chin, as if he were a pet. Hesitantly, he relaxed a slight bit at her touch.
“Oh, girls,” she said to the unknown other ponies behind her, wriggling her toes as she started to unwrap the rope binding him. "I can't thank you enough for bringing me along here to this delightful little Island. I feel so embarrassed about trying to stay home back at Canterlot… I've gotten to meet so many amazing new Humans!"
Jack cocked his head involuntarily out of confusion. To the best of his knowledge about the War, Luna was supposed to HATE humans with a zealous passion, not fawn over them. She never spoke on her opinion of humans in any recorded documents, but it was clear that she lead many attacks on major population centers.
A sharp pain coursed through Jack's body as the duct tape that was covering his mouth was ripped off quickly, leaving your lips being able to move again.
"The girls told me that you were investigating the silly old war from a decade ago. You know that is not your place to ask questions. Were going to have to correct that. But in the meantime, is there anything that you wish to say before you leave? Any message? Any question?"
Jack thought. There did not seem to be any question that he wanted to ask: still less did he feel any impulse to utter high-sounding generalities. Instead of anything directly connected with Luna or the other ponies possibly holding him hostage, there came into his mind a sort of composite picture of the dark bedroom where his mother had spent her last days, and the little room in the dormitory, and the bed that Rarity had accidentally broken, and the sobbing and guilt she expressed for squishing him yesterday. Almost at random he said:
"Blaugh..."
He would have said something comprehensible, but instead he coughed up blood and some yellowish, thick substance that pooled at his knees. It was at this time that he realized how heavy he chest felt. It was full of liquid. His lungs had collapsed when he was squashed into unconsciousness earlier.
He looked up at Princess Luna. She looked down at him with a face that screamed pity. If Jack could see better, he would have seen water glossing over eyes. "...Rainbow..." She said in an icy tone that shivers down Jacks back. "...did you forget to cast a healing spell on our little guest?"
Jack heard another pony talk, presumably Rainbow's, but he couldn't hear the voice audible enough to make out the words. He was too preoccupied with the slow return of the pain that he experienced when he was squished by Cherilee. His bones were broken, A lot of them were. He looked down at his chest and saw a bump jut out from his rib cage. He pressed down on it, and too his horror he didn't feel any pain.That must have been the wound that punctured his lungs.
Jack looked up to see that Luna had stepped away from the door, still viable, but now the other ponies behind her were as well. Her voice was fading in and out. She was pointing at jack angrily and shouting at someone. "Bllaaugh!" You vomited up more bodily fluid, this time more violently. It splatted onto his clothes, staining them beyond repair with crimson red and dark yellow. He looked up again, this time focusing on the ponies beside Luna.
Rainbow, Sonata, Derpy, Rarity and Cherilee were there, looking at Jack directly. Most of them were trying to avoid making direct eye contact with him, turning their heads to the side a little bit. Cherilee was on the verge of tears, however, and Rarity...looked mortified. She was looking at him as if he was a stranger that was in her home. Jack wondered what he looked like to her.
The last thing Jack could register in his mind before he blacked out again was how the blood and the thick fluid would not mix together, like oil and water. And then, there was darkness.
He was lying on something that felt like a camp bed, except that it was higher off the ground and that he was fixed down in some way so that he could not move. Specifically, blankets that were tightened around his body. Light that seemed stronger than usual was falling on his face. Princess Luna was standing at his side, looking down at him intently, and yet sympathetically.
Even after his eyes were open he took in his surroundings only gradually. He had the impression of swimming up into this room from some quite different world, a sort of underwater world far beneath it. How long he had been down there he did not know. Since the moment when Miss Cherilee and some other pony squashed him at the library, he had not seen darkness or daylight.
He did not know where he was. Presumably he was still on the college campus, but there was no way of making certain. He was in a high-ceilinged windowless cell with walls of glittering white porcelain. Concealed lamps flooded it with cold light, and there was a low, steady humming sound which he supposed had something to do with the air supply. A bench wide enough to support the average pony to sit on ran round the wall, broken only by the door and, at the end opposite the door, a lavatory pan with no wooden seat.
There was a dull aching in his belly. He was hungry, with a gnawing, unwholesome kind of hunger. It might be twenty-four hours since he had eaten, it might be thirty-six. He still did not know, probably never would know.
"You are afraid "said Luna, watching his face, 'that in another moment something is going to break. I told you, I'm not going to bite, remember?"
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