Chapter 1
Even though she was half asleep, Ponyville's librarian could feel the waves of comfort that her bed emitted, placing her in a heavenly trance. Her present condition indicated that it was well around morning, and she slowly started to piece together her responsibilities for the day. There truly wasn't much to do during the weekend, as businesses and ponies alike would be either inert or enjoying themselves. Twilight's library, however, was an exception, and her job was far from over.
I really hope Spike gets the message...I don't think I can go through the day without-. As if on cue, an appetizing and familiar scent floated into her nostrils, halting her train of thought. Laying on her side in her bed, her stomach rumbled pleadingly, begging the unicorn to investigate the source. With a reluctant yet relaxed sigh, Twilight oozed out of bed, her gut cheering her on as she did so. After some personal hygiene, she made her way downstairs, each movement eliciting a reaction from her deprived belly.
That's odd, Twilight thought to herself. Her lower abdomen was going off like a siren, and it's owner was famished beyond belief. Rubbing her hoof over the source of the noise, she groaned and entered the kitchen. Sure enough, Spike was finishing up on what some would call an extremely grand breakfast. Eggs, hash browns and much more was covering the dining table. But what really caught Twilight's attention were the pancakes. That tall, golden tower of goodness that comically rose from where it began, the syrup already flowing down the sides of the monolith and teasing Twilight with that very divine allure.
It took a few moments for Spike to realize that Twilight was standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He turns around grinning madly, obviously pleased with his work. "Good morning, Twi! You like what you...see?" His voice trails off at the sight of Twilight drooling profusely, her hunger rekindled tenfold and her legs trembled slightly with anticipation. In all of his handful of years, Spike had never seen his adoptive mother so...ravenous.
"I take that as a yes?" Spike smirked, causing the unicorn to snap back to attention. Actively conscious, her muzzle glowed a bright red as she cleaned up the drool she made with her hoof.
"Oh gosh, Spike, I'm so, so sorry. I've been like this ever since I woke up to the scent of your masterpiece." Twilight flushed, not knowing if that was the correct response. Still, she continued, "That aside, I must say that you really outdid yourself this time. What time did you wake up?"
"It was around 5-ish; I knew that you had a busy schedule today, so I got up early to see you off with a solid meal." Twilight trotted around the table as he spoke, still in awe at the sheer amount of food at the table. Finding a spot to sit, she takes her place at the table and waits patiently for Spike to join her at the other end.
"I appreciate the generosity, Spike, though it would really set my mind at ease to have my number one assistant get the rest he deserves. You did carry out quite a lot of chores yesterday; seeing as you're a baby dragon and all, I would not want for you to wear yourself out." Acknowledging this, Spike goes around the table and hugs Twilight lovingly, the unicorn returning the gesture.
Gurgle...
Both creatures just stood there, blushes gracing both of their faces as the small vibrations from Twilight's paunch were felt. After a moment of pause, it was Spike who broke the silence. "So! How about some chow made by yours truly?", he exclaimed as he sat down at his end of the table and began to eat viciously. Twilight had yet to touch her food; she was asking herself a hundred questions a second. What...was that feeling? The contact between a gurgling venter and another being was...appealing, to say the least. Maybe...
No. Celestia no. What am I thinking? Twilight shudderd. Spike was, in a sense, her son. She definitively wouldn't mean to thrust this new means of arousal on him. Unsure of what to think or say at this point, she hastily slices herself a pancake piece and shoves it into her mouth, hoping it would ease the tension both externally and internally.
What happened next surprised her. The action that should have been just a basic chew-and-swallow became something much more. Twilight sat in silence as she felt the food slide down her throat, making its way past her bosom and plopping into her empty stomach, the splash ever so slightly audible from the her hoof over her paunch, she felt everything as that one piece of her breakfast digested inside her, creating a small puff of gas that quickly rose and escaped through the mare's slightly ajar mouth with a satisfying-
Urp!
Whoa, Twilight thought. That felt...good! Really good! If she could satisfy herself like this, then perhaps she could distract herself from...what was it?
Her better judgement escaping her, Twilight voraciously started on the rest of her gluttonous rampage, the lavender unicorn's body working as hard as any present-day factory. Her belly groaned happily as its owner shifted her weight to accommodate the waves of pancake that now sloshed and churned inside her. Every now and then she would stop to either down her orange juice or to release pent-up gas. Having eaten half of her meal, she sat back and stroked her stomach with both hooves, watching as the buldge jumped joyously to her hiccups.
Uuuuuuurrrp-!
Stopping mid-burp, Twilight remembered that she wasn't the only one at the table. Looking across from where she sat, she saw the dragon looking very, VERY surprised, mouth agape and a face as red as the apples in Sweet Apple Acres. The now-panicking Twilight tried to find the words to explain herself, but was caught empty-hoofed.
To her surprise, it was Spike who made the first move in their awkward situation, getting up from his chair and proceeding to where a full Twilight sat, belly still gurgling half of the massive meal she inhaled. Staring at her abdomen, he raised a clawed hand...
And petted it.
Wait...
WHAT.
Stammering uncontrollably, it was clear to the unicorn that she had not known what it meant to be confused until today. Feelings of both uncertainty and nervousness struck Twilight's systems like lightning, rendering her incapable of executing any logical commands. As she sat there, frozen, her assistant(now in a trance of his own) continued to go over her belly with his hand, eliciting a unique kind of warmth that rekindled Twilight's drive, and she reflexively let out a low moan of pleasure. The contents inside her shifted to Spike's touch, and another chain of noises from Twilight's depths rose once again.
"Ah...nnh...S-Spike, I-Buuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp!" Twilight let out a long and refreshing burp, her lips opening and closing in a sultry manner, showing Spike that she was indeed pleased. The large breakfast he had prepared was half finished, yet it appeared as if Twilight had swallowed a small balloon, forming one of the cutest paunches ever. She was able to keep her coat pancake-free by using her magic; the table itself wasn't as lucky, as syrup and crumbs alike were strewn in the area where Twilight would lean in to eat. Being the child he was, Spike stopped for a brief moment, confused and aroused all at once.
It was this pause that allowed a certain unicorn to realize what was happening.
With a force from her horn, she pushed the purple dragon with enough power to keep his feet on the ground while still putting plenty of distance between the two of them. "Twilight...I...-" Spike started, but Twilight buried her muzzle into her hooves and was still, not a peep escaping her, save for the churning breakfast. It was only when Spike tried to get close again did she respond to his presence:
"NO! Stay there...I'm a terrible pony, letting you do the things that you did...You're just a child, for Faust sakes! What was I thinking! I'm so dumb and selfish and...and...!" Spike could only watch as the pony in front of him lost control of herself in her chair, whimpering and belching out excited gas at the same time. It was obvious to Spike that Twilight was having one of her infamous anxiety attacks, but this one ran a little deeper. To Spike, however, the solution for the problem was so basic that anypony would have done it.
The small dragon precariously started toward the troubled mare. Blushing, wrapped hiis arms around her and waited patiently. Soon, Twilight's breathing pattern slowed down significantly, while her burping episode receded to where the source was, settling inside her belly with a low and steady quaking noise. After it was made certain that Twilight had finally calmed down, Spike chose to speak first. " Listen, Twilight. I know how you have the knack for making mountains out of molehills, but I also understand that this is different. We are having breakfast, you're..." Twilight let out a cute burp. "...GREATLY enjoying your meal, and I had the gall to just go up to you and do whatever I pleased. It's my fault."
Twilight placed a hoof over his head, rubbing it softly as she began. "No, Spike, the blame is mine. I'm supposed to be your example and your guardian, yet here I am having these kinds of moments with you. I don't even know how THIS got started." She gestured to her venter, letting out a sigh."And to top it all off, I ENJOYED it. All of it. But...do you want to know the worst part?"
Out of nowhere, a dreamy expression crossed over Twilight's face as she pulled her forehooves to her chest, her ecstasy-filled eyes gazing towards an unknown object at an angle. The act was not unlike a mask falling off, and it was at that moment that Twilight completed her confession.
"I want more."