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Nightmare Piñata For Sunkit By Draconicon

"Come, peasant. Nightmare Night is still young, and I need more candy for my piñata!"

Strike blushed as he was dragged along behind Princess Luna, the young unicorn still not sure what was going to happen as the night went on. His costume ruffled around him, and every so often, he heard the click-click of some of the candy inside it starting to ruffle around.

He wasn't sure how this had happened, and he had no idea how Luna had convinced him to go along with this. Probably an order of some sort; he liked her alright, but she wasn't so big on his list that she could make him do something out of affection.

Trotting along behind her, Strike looked back at his costume and blushed to himself. He looked utterly ridiculous, and he knew it. The only people that wouldn't quite laugh at it were people that were too nice to do that to another pony.

It hadn't been that bad to start. The black and orange layers around his flanks and chest had been almost pumpkin-like at first, which he thought was fair enough. The black had gone down his legs, and stuck out of his back, and had actually looked a little spooky, if not entirely threatening. He'd been proud of it, even looking forward to showing it off during some of the events down in Ponyville.

Then Luna had come along. First, she wanted some company as she made her rounds through the different houses and statues of her throughout the town. Strike had given in readily enough; one didn't say no to one of the princesses, after all, and he knew that there weren't THAT many statues to visit.

What he hadn't counted on were how many people that Luna wanted to visit at home. The princess of the moon had more of a following than he thought, and Strike had started to wonder how long they'd be doing this. He'd started wondering that almost an hour ago, and they were still walking.

Normally, a long night walk - even one with Luna - wouldn't have been that bad. However, there was one more complication. And that was -

"Oh, peasant. Here's another one!"

The candy. Strike groaned as he walked over, his costume already filled almost to bursting with the various bits of candy that they'd picked up during their walk already. Bits of lollipops, wrapped up candy, and other sweets made all sorts of bumps and bulges throughout the once-pumpkin-y costume, and he knew that there were rips forming along the back. She'd already stuffed some of it into his mane, and a lollipop was already taped to his horn, making him feel even more awkward.

He trotted up to her, looking down to see that she'd found a small pile of an offering. Probably something that one of the foals had left out for her, if he had to guess; most of the adults left bigger amounts.

Still, she seemed happy with it, floating it off of the ground with her magic and turning to him. She started to tug on the edge of his costume when he finally cleared his throat.

"Um, your-your majesty..."

"Hmm? What is it, peasant?"

"I don't think you can fit anymore in there. I mean, look at me."

He lifted one hoof and pressed it to his chest. Almost immediately, the legs of his costume poofed out, looking like someone had tried to fill it up like a hot air balloon. He let go, and it slowly evened out again.

"If you try and put anymore candy in my costume, it's going to rip right off me."

"Hmmm."

Luna tapped her chin with her hoof as she started walking around him. Her hooves made a much sharper clip-clop than most of the other ponies that Strike usually spent time with, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever get over his nerves about her.

Probably not, really.

The princess circled him twice before grinning.

"Ah, but you do not see! There is a perfect opening for us to stuff you with more."

"What? That's impossible. There's no way that the costume -"

"Pah! What's a costume like this, when you can have a costume made by us?"

Before Strike could protest, the princess of the night leaned her head down and released a burst of blue-white light. It struck him in the flank and nearly knocked him over. If it weren't for all the candy he was carrying, he was half sure that it would have. The light definitely blinded him, though, and he had to reach up, rubbing his eyes desperately with the side of his foreleg.

It took him a minute to get his sight back, and what he saw startled him. He reached up, touching his stomach. Rather than the bumpy bulges of candy pressing between cloth and skin, all he felt was...was...

"What did you do? Why am I so fat?"

"Well, you weren't carrying our candy so nicely, so now it's inside you. Oh, don't worry, it's safe. Just like the rest of it is going to be."

She gave him a nudge, and he went over with a grunt. His new, bigger belly felt like it gurgled, and he could feel it sloshing around...well, sloshing was one way of thinking of it. It also sounded like it was crackling a bit, like there were things bumping against each other dryly instead of the wet way that he was used to.

But that was nothing compared to the way that she suddenly pushed his rump cheeks apart.

"What are you doing?!"

"Quiet, peasant, while we properly fill you."

His eyes went wide as he felt a hoof pushing the tip of a lollipop towards his rump, forcing him to spread around it and take it inside of him. He blushed, groaning as the wax paper slid along his rim, and then the white stalk started sliding into him as well. It rubbed just a bit roughly against his hole, but it was thin enough that he didn't mind.

But that wasn't all of it. Twisted bits of wax paper followed, and he felt piece after piece of wrapped up candy slowly stretch his hole before sliding inside of him. The unicorn blushed worse and worse, swearing that his stallion-hood was starting to drop down inside of his costume, even though he couldn't see it.

It wasn't until the last piece went in that he noticed he didn't feel quite so heavy as he used to. In fact, as he got to all fours again when the candy was done, Strike felt surprisingly light...too light, in fact, as he took a step and almost bounced off of the ground.

"P-princess..."

"Yes?"

"What did you do to me? What was that spell?"

"Well, there's always something good at the end of Nightmare Night. And this year, we wanted a piñata."

"I thought I already -"

"Not enough of one!" Luna stomped a hoof, and the ground cracked from the sheer force of her power. "You were complaining about being too stuffed. This way, you can take as much as you want. And the more you take, the more of a piñata you'll be. Ooooh, such fun. The fun has been doubled!"

Strike blinked.

"That...that's not -"

"Onwards! We demand more candy!"

He was helpless but to follow her, his head spinning as he thought of the implications of what was going on. The unicorn knew that the princess had her own needs - all of the princesses did - but he had no idea that she could be so nutty.

But she wouldn't really transform him into a piñata, not the breaking kind...would she?

By the time they reached the next house, Strike had managed to get the hang of walking with his new, lighter body. What still bothered him was the crackly, raspy sound of the candy bumping around inside of him. The way that she'd shoved it into him, he was sure that he shouldn't have been able to hear it, let along hear it as if it was rustling around in a bowl rather than...well, in his butt.

He squirmed as they trotted up to the front door of the house, trying not to think of how it felt to be so big and stuffed with candy. He used what little magic he could to try and adjust his costume, but it was a little bit difficult. Particularly around his more rounded hips. It was like the loose cloth had become more form-fitting, more...skinlike.

Shaking his head to try and get that comparison out of his head, Strike almost missed the door opening.

"Nightmare Moon!"

The cry was taken up by the rest of the foals and colts in the house, and even the parents joined in the 'terrified' screaming. Strike kept himself from rolling his eyes, but only barely. Luna, on the other hand, seemed to delight in it. She leaped through the door, playfully chasing everyone from one room to another, her big black wings carrying her at a speed that guaranteed capture.

Soon enough, all of the family had been pinned as Strike watched from the door. Despite himself, he smiled at the display. He knew that Luna sometimes struggled to be accepted with the people of Ponyville, and he was glad that they did take her in on this night.

With everyone caught, the ritual of paying off 'Nightmare Moon' began, with the young ones emptying their smaller bags of candy down in front of the princess, while the adults gave her several bags that they'd doubtlessly bought from Sugar Cube Corner. All of it went in the air as the princess of the moon swished away, calling out her 'threats' to them for the next year.

And then the door slammed shut, and the show was over. Luna unwrapped one of the smaller treats and started chewing on it happily.

"Mmmm, mmm. They pick such tasty sweets. We must have them more often!"

"Well, with all this candy -"

"Yes, all the candy! Bend over, peasant. You must hold it for us until we reach the end of the night."

Strike blushed as he was reminded of his 'purpose', but did as he was told. He knew better than to fight it.

As his tail went up, she started stuffing different pieces of candy up his butt. He could feel each one, and he swore that he could tell the difference even between one of the Circle Sizzlers and the Purple Bursters, two of the harder circular candies being pushed up his rump.

It didn't take long for him to start groaning again, feeling the strange stuffing feeling back there. He wasn't sure what it was, or why he felt like he was getting hard when there was no place for his shaft to go, but it was happening. He groaned, keeping his butt up high in the air as piece after piece, string after string, bauble after bauble of candy was shoved into him.

But as it continued, he couldn't deny that other changes were happening.

He could see it at the ends of his legs. His hooves, barely sticking out past the ends of his leggings, were slowly turning more...rounded, for lack of a better term. They weren't flat on the ground, but more swollen, almost like he was sick. Strike watched in mixed fascination and anxiousness as his black hooves started to turn more brown, and the undersides of them started pushing out, looking like a little ball had been placed at the ends of his legs.

It spread up his forelegs, too. They straightened without him telling them to, and as the bottoms rounded out, the sides did the same. He watched as his legs locked up, leaving him with very little in the way of motion, and he bit his lip as he found that he could no longer bend his legs properly.

And then they swelled. From the hooves all the way up to the point where his legs joined his body, he could see them swelling out, getting rounder, and feeling emptier. He tried to move them, but the most motion he could get was a pathetic, silly circling motion. And they felt so light...

Until he felt candy fall into them. His eyes went wide at the strange feeling of the candy sliding down his legs and coming to a rest inside of his hollow hooves, and it only got worse as Luna bent him forward, making all of the candy in his middle head down there. Strike gasped, shaking his head, but it kept falling, like a waterfall of wax paper and sugar.

The unicorn shuddered and gasped, moaned and shivered as all of that weight seemed to flow into his front half, but strangely, he didn't get any bigger. It was like everything had been hollowed out in his legs when they'd been...changed. He had no idea how; he didn't know the magic that Luna had used. But it worked.

He kept laying there until Luna walked around him, nudging him with her hoof.

"Peasant, we're done. Come along. We have other houses to see."

He wobbled to his feet. If it weren't for the strangely light nature of most of his body, there was no way that he would have been able to get up. The only thing that the new weight in his front helped with was keeping his legs on the ground; he had less fear of jumping too high, at least.

Falling into wobbling step behind Luna, Strike followed her towards another house in the distance. He wondered, both in fear and in strange curiosity, how many houses they would visit before the night was done.

The answer, it turned out, was twenty. The princess of the night was surprisingly popular, but he hadn't expected her to make so many different house calls. He'd expected her to keep up the stuffing after each house, but instead, she started carrying it around above her. When he asked why, she turned with a smile and told him.

"We want to see a full piñata by the end of the night. We will keep collecting all the candy until then, just to make sure that you are as full as you can be."

He had gotten the feeling that she was starting to see him more as a play toy than a pony, but he had no idea of how he could shift her feelings in that matter. It was like she had completely forgotten some of the fun that could be had. At least, as far as he was concerned, she had.

They walked along with the cloud of candy following them. The only time it came down was when Luna was pulling her 'Nightmare Moon' act inside of one of the houses, and even then, she gave him a chance to hold most of it. He ended up sweating like crazy holding the candy up; unlike her, he wasn't an alicorn, and only had so much power to work with. And most of that was getting messed up by the lollipop taped to his horn.

By the time that Luna announced that she was done going from house to house, Strike was about ready to collapse. He grunted as he fell down, his hollow front legs and normal back ones sprawling around him as he groaned.

"Finally."

"What is this, peasant? Get up. We have to get back to the middle of town."

"Can't I rest a bit?"

She hmmphed softly, and a bit of blue-white light surrounded him. Just like that, he was pulled into the air along with all of the candy, and he blushed as he realized that she was going to carry him all the way back to the middle of Ponyville.

Then again, things could have been worse, he supposed. They might have had to walk.

He floated in the cloud of candy, feeling it all bumping against him. It was so quiet that he had no choice but to think about what was coming.

Is she really going to turn me into a piñata?

That was the thought that had been on his mind all night. It was something that she could do, certainly; the magic of the princesses was one of the strongest forces in all of Equestria, and the idea that they could do things that regular unicorns couldn't was one that he couldn't argue against.

But would she? That was the question...and he felt like it was too easy to answer.

He blushed as he rubbed at his belly. It felt firmer than before, one of the changes that he hadn't noticed when his front legs had hollowed out. He'd never been a fat horse - except for a short time in his early teens - but he'd never felt quite this...good. He blushed as he rubbed his belly a couple of times. It was hard, solid...a bit dry, but nothing that some moisturizer couldn't fix.

He kept touching himself, rubbing his body, until they arrived in the square. There, Luna dropped him, and he grunted as he hit the ground.

"Hey!"

"We have need to complete our piñata. Present thy butt!"

Strike groaned at the request, but did as he was told. Once more, he dug his candy-filled forelegs into the ground, and pushed his butt up in the air. He could see just a few other ponies around; all the younger ones had gone home already, so these were other stallions and mares that were gathering in curiosity.

He didn't even get any privacy as the first piece of candy was rubbed around his hole and then jammed in. The unicorn gasped, shuddering as that strange feeling - almost like an inverse erection - throbbed in him, following the candy as it slipped in.

As it was followed by a few dozen other, smaller pieces, Strike felt more changes like the ones that had come over his legs overcoming him. He looked down, past his front legs, and blushed as he saw the black and orange around his belly starting to hang down. Not from weight, but...

When he saw his stomach start growing ribbons, he realized that the transformation was happening. His legs, he might have imagined, but his stomach growing ribbons, that was something that he couldn't ignore. They waved to and fro in the light wind, looking for all the world like some decorations hung up by a family.

The transformation continued as he groaned and bit his lip, the ribbons still around his stomach suddenly tightening up. Strike felt his breath come shallower, making it harder to breathe and easier to gasp. He shuddered as he realized that his stomach and chest had stopped flexing, stopped pushing in and out as he breathed. He struggled to touch himself down there, to examine himself, but the same rigidity had locked his forelegs in place.

A long piece of licorice was slowly wound into his hole, and he groaned as he was pushed forward again, the candy rolling down along his now-hollow insides. He could feel it tickling behind his chest, behind his stomach, and a small part of him wanted to laugh at the strange sensations.

The other ponies that had gathered around were watching in fascination, and he couldn't blame them. As he felt his back legs hollow out, and slowly fill in with candy the way his front ones had, he couldn't look away from himself.

His mane started to turn into flowers and ribbons rather than hair, and it tickled at the sides of his neck. He could feel the candy sliding into him, stretching his hole with some of the bigger pieces, but the weirdest thing was how it filled him up. It was like he could feel his stomach pushing up into his neck, and no matter how many times he swallowed, it just kept coming.

As his neck stiffened, raising itself up and crackling in the same way that something made of paper mache might, Strike strained to look back at the princess. She was utterly intent on stuffing his butt with more and more candy, and he groaned as he tried to talk.

"P-prin...c-cess...."

"Please, be quiet, peasant. I'm almost done."

He groaned, trying to talk more, but the candy was already filling up his neck as well as his torso. It didn't help when Luna and some of the other ponies tipped him forward, making it run up his neck and fill him up from shoulders to mouth. His lips pushed together and half melted, looking like a pair of painted on lips rather than a real mouth, and he groaned mostly silently behind them.

Everything felt stiff by that point, and everything that he tried to move refused to follow his mind's commands. Even his magic didn't work anymore, even when the princess reached around and took the lollipop off. His last audible groan slipped out as Luna wiggled it past his hole, sliding it into him.

As it popped in, he felt something growing out of his back, like something was being pulled up and free. He couldn't look back, but he felt someone sliding something through it. Wrapping around it. Like a rope through -

A piñata hole. They're tying me up.

Despite himself, he couldn't help feeling a little excited as he was hoisted into the air. The pony grinned to himself (on the inside, at least) as he was pulled up to the head level of the other equines around him. He slowly spun from the wind, and he could feel every single ribbon on his body getting tugged around, blowing against him. Somehow, someway, he still felt immensely excited, and he wanted to feel more of it.

But there was no time. The princess had stuffed all of her candy into him, and she was turning to face the rest of the ponies that had assembled. She spoke in her royal Canterlot voice, a voice that made him happy that his ears had been turned to something less effective as well.

" Citizens of Ponyville. This is your princess of the night speaking. We have visited you in your town and in your homes, and we have found your offerings...pleasing!"

The crowd screamed in joy and relief, as they had the year before. Luna grinned, prancing about below him in a way that showed him that she was more than a little proud of herself.

" You have given us enough that you will be allowed to go uneaten for the rest of the year! And as a gift, we give you this!"

She raised her hoof, pointing it up towards him. Strike could feel his body spin all the more, his vision going all kinds of crazy. Apparently, piñata people could still get dizzy. Who knew?

The princess finally stopped the windstorm after everyone had gotten a good look, and the rope was lowered slowly. She laid her hoof on his butt, and he swore that he managed a blush, though whether anyone could see it through his new cheeks, he didn't know. He groaned, though, and he tried not to think about people staring at him.

" This peasant has been filled with candy. If any of you manage to break him before dawn, then you will have the prize. However, if you do not, then it is forfeit to us once more, and we will take it back to the palace, where we may gorge on it FOREVER!"

Or until next year, he thought, blushing a bit. He wondered what it would be like to be 'gorged on' by the princess...and thought that he rather liked the idea, for that matter.

" Go, citizens, and try your might!"

Strike blushed as everyone ran at him. He didn't worry, though; he knew Luna, and he knew that she wouldn't give up her candy. He doubted he'd break, and as the first bump struck him, he was almost sure he wouldn't, from how little he felt.

He just had to make it to morning, and he thought he could do that.

Still, he couldn't help but be a little nervous as the sticks started whacking him about, sending him spinning from one side to another...and when they started whacking at his butt, even sticking sticks in there, things got really interesting.

Not there, not - OOOOH!

Maybe the fun would be doubled there...

The End