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Jus a little pic an a mini-tale fer ye!
The Capn's been a touch sick so he's fallen WAY behind in requests an his own stuff, but he's still about. There's been a few driftin' requests fer Sunset to get a little poetic justice of the inflationary sense, so here ye be.
Fair warnin': Touch o' busting up below! But it all turns out okay in the end.
---
Inspired by the style of Inflatus193: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11335224/
---
"I'll show that Sparkle the true meaning of power!" Sunset snarled.
The magic circle was completed at her hooves. The final whispered words of the forbidden incantation were said and almost immediately her body tingled with the influx of magical might. Celestia had cautioned against the easy, seemingly simple ways to attain the godhead of an alicorn, but Sunset Shimmer even as a filly had never been the model of patience.
"Yes..." she muttered.
It was like a fount of potency was welling inside of her. The cosmic majesty was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming: flooding her senses and stiffening her limbs. What was this influence? It felt right and yet so very very burdensome after a time.
Then she noticed the other changes at work.
A light gathered in her middle and she confirmed it was from within when she found herself able to cover it with a hoof. The same light was creeping into her extremities. She consulted a mirror and noticed the whole of her lighting up like an ignited lantern. This seemed unusual but not unlikely to be the side effects of becoming a deity.
Less likely however was the tightening sensation: the pinch as if her body was being pushed in a fashion it was unaccustomed to or not designed to sustain. She didn't like it, but the birth pangs of greatness surely required some form of discomfort by way of sacrifice.
But this much?
She doubled over, wrapping her hooves around herself. Suddenly her belly felt full of not only light but something vey spicy and warm. It reminded her of the one and only time she'd been foolish enough to try Pinkie Pie's homemade chimichangas which came with their own complications. However at her most stomaches most intense disquietude, nothing had equaled THIS. Not pain exactly. More of a steady throbbing burn and the feeling of...
Of...
She looked in wonder at her fore-hooves. Where once had been svelte, tapering struts had swollen into stubby orange pegs. Struck by another wave of nausea and heat she could only squeak in horror at their dimensions increased right before her eyes, fattening into shiny, useless blobs. Rubbing her belly confirmed what she hadn't the courage to confront to confirm. She was rounding out. Blowing up!
A rumbling emitted from her taxed bowels.
"What's...happening...to meeeee?" she tried to shout.
Unfortunately here in the magic repository in the middle of the night there was nopony to help. Regardless the pressure had mounted until her jowls had puffed around her muzzle, squeezing her lips tight until all they could manage to force out was a whimper.
The magic she had called upon was merciless. Everything worsened quickly no matter how much unintelligible pleading she issued until her mouth was forced shut for good. Her gut blossomed into an oblong, then into a grand sphere till her pouting naval rocked against the ground and picked up her flailing, plumping hooves into the air. The light, heat, and tickling gasses compounded moment by moment until her circumference was so vast she practically filled the room, her magic circle long since buried by her magnificence.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to explode.
Neither was she allowed.
Her back brushed against the ceiling. The relentless spell would not be denied and although at first Sunset squashed against the marble moldings and she feared that she had finally run out of room, constant straining upwards caused the stones themselves to shiver, then crack. Pieces of ancient masonry collapsed around her massive flanks, bouncing from her glowing sides.
At first the released through the ruined ceiling felt like relief.
But it rapidly became concern, then fear as she realized the reason she had been driven so against the stones.
Her naval no longer rested on the floor but hovered above it. Slowly but surely she was rising up even as she continued expanding. Flop sweat bedewed the globular colossus and glistened on ascent. Flight was slow and although every sensibility was nearly dominated by the encompassing experience of inflating, Sunset still had time for regrets.
As she revolved gently in the midnight air she thought back to how a naive young filly had somehow lost her way and become so arrogant and so unkind.
Enormous was the only way to describe her, the shadow cast by her rotundity blotting out whole valleys. As she bid farewell to Canterlot itself beneath the gathering clouds she reflected on how she had been a disgrace to her mentor as well as the princess she had become rivals with but had grown to respect.
A crosswind spun her round and looking over her circumference she could see her belly button shedding blinding light. The central source of the power she had diminishing means of containing was peeking through and made her fate all too clear.
Once a promising student, a respected leader, the most popular and the proudest and the the most envied. Now Sunset Shimmer was little more then a bottle of sunlight: a thinly stretching shell of one bad pony over a newborn star.
Sunset Sun-Flare. Sunset Star-Bomb. Sunset Supernova.
The blue of the sky gave way to the shadows and silence of space. She could see other stars winking cheerily at her with every rotation.
Would Celestia be pleased that a new star would soon be born? Perhaps it would cancel out all she had done to the point in her self destructive quest for personal gain. Ironically by taking into herself so much excess power she would selflessly return it all at once: a glorious life-giving beacon for other worlds. Maybe other ponies?
But for this to be the egg would have to break. The power of a god could not be contained by a mere mortal. Something had to give.
She felt transposed. Transfigured.
Almost thankfully she felt less alive somehow: more of a thing then a pony. Her darting eyes lost their personality. Her struggled slowed then stopped altogether. Her expression of sadness and terror slumped into a stupid, neutral look. She felt like a cow at milking time or a ripening fruit on a tree. Yielding was all her thought.
A vessel now. A plaything of the cosmos that the magic inside her was growing tired of. Whether she wanted to or not this could only end one way so she might as well accept it. Perhaps it was less then she deserved for all the trouble she had caused.
It was still several tortuous inches of bloating before she reached her utter limits. Shafts of light shot from her at odd intervals like fireworks. The strands of her mane glowed with suppressed magic.
Now was the time in these final moments as herself for the incomparable Sunset Shimmer to at least say something for the ages, make a grand gesture so that this embarrassing monstrosity, punishment for hubris, and impersonal detonation would not be her only legacies.
But all she could think of was one word.
"Ph...ooey." she grunted sow-like.
Then a rush. Her eyes bulged. Her body thrust out: spread-eagle and the size of a moon.
Her glorious naval breached.
BA-BOOM!
Citizens all over Equestria so the lights if the didn't hear the explosion rippling down from the heavens like thunder. For minutes afterwards the last vestiges of the star-birth flickered, dancing in the void until all but the great, distant youthful sun winked out. Everyone argued as to what to call the newly created body, but Luna was insistent on calling it Sunshimmer for reasons no one but herself fully understood, a 'fitting tribute' she would only say.
And there it would burn until the ending of all ends: an inspiration and a guide and a light for all to see.
And some would come to understand it as a cautionary tale as well for the price of highest ambition.
---
Sunset snapped awake. Although the details of her nightmare were hazy at best she'd set up enough noise that the rest of the palace had been called to her room.
Her screams were still echoing in the passage as the royal guards and several guests and attendants streamed in through her door.
She felt very exposed put on the spot like this. Something about that reminded her of her dream.
"Um...hi." she said weakly, waving at the well wishers.
The guards for their part remained silent and dour, but six ponies in particular trooped to her bed and began to make a fuss.
"Are you okay?" The yellow one whispered, looking truly concerned.
"She looks alright." the blue pegasus said, placing a hoof on her head to check her temperature. "Anypony who screams like THAT though must have something on her mind."
Then she saw her at the center of the crowd, parting it in her wake.
The purple princess.
She had risen so quickly that her garb of status had been forgotten including her crown but it was unmistakably Twilight Sparkle. Surely come to gloat.
Sunset folded her hooves, huffing irritably as she approached.
"Are you all..." Twilight began.
"I'm fine!" snapped Shimmer, dismissing her with a wave.
"You didn't sound fine."
The sincere note in the voice caught Shimmer off guard. She had expected scorn. Derision. Cruel laughter.
Not gentle feeling.
When she looked into Twilight's eyes all she saw was good wishes. Kindness.
How could that be when she'd striven so to be rotten and a thorn in her side? Shimmer had tried to destroy everything Twilight held dear and upstage her at every turn.
It just didn't seem fair she could forgive.
But the power of that culled Shimmer's indignation. Twilight saw the brat dissolve into the filly she had seen once in a photograph, looking confused and slightly fearful.
"It's okay." Twilight nodded. "We're here now."
The only thing that could make this more awkward would be...
And in she came, the guards bowing as she passed by. Shimmer felt like curling up and disappearing.
Until that long white hoof settled onto her forehead. The nightmare was gone. Regret seemed a bad memory.
Sunset Shimmer felt at home.
The Capn's been a touch sick so he's fallen WAY behind in requests an his own stuff, but he's still about. There's been a few driftin' requests fer Sunset to get a little poetic justice of the inflationary sense, so here ye be.
Fair warnin': Touch o' busting up below! But it all turns out okay in the end.
---
Inspired by the style of Inflatus193: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11335224/
---
"I'll show that Sparkle the true meaning of power!" Sunset snarled.
The magic circle was completed at her hooves. The final whispered words of the forbidden incantation were said and almost immediately her body tingled with the influx of magical might. Celestia had cautioned against the easy, seemingly simple ways to attain the godhead of an alicorn, but Sunset Shimmer even as a filly had never been the model of patience.
"Yes..." she muttered.
It was like a fount of potency was welling inside of her. The cosmic majesty was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming: flooding her senses and stiffening her limbs. What was this influence? It felt right and yet so very very burdensome after a time.
Then she noticed the other changes at work.
A light gathered in her middle and she confirmed it was from within when she found herself able to cover it with a hoof. The same light was creeping into her extremities. She consulted a mirror and noticed the whole of her lighting up like an ignited lantern. This seemed unusual but not unlikely to be the side effects of becoming a deity.
Less likely however was the tightening sensation: the pinch as if her body was being pushed in a fashion it was unaccustomed to or not designed to sustain. She didn't like it, but the birth pangs of greatness surely required some form of discomfort by way of sacrifice.
But this much?
She doubled over, wrapping her hooves around herself. Suddenly her belly felt full of not only light but something vey spicy and warm. It reminded her of the one and only time she'd been foolish enough to try Pinkie Pie's homemade chimichangas which came with their own complications. However at her most stomaches most intense disquietude, nothing had equaled THIS. Not pain exactly. More of a steady throbbing burn and the feeling of...
Of...
She looked in wonder at her fore-hooves. Where once had been svelte, tapering struts had swollen into stubby orange pegs. Struck by another wave of nausea and heat she could only squeak in horror at their dimensions increased right before her eyes, fattening into shiny, useless blobs. Rubbing her belly confirmed what she hadn't the courage to confront to confirm. She was rounding out. Blowing up!
A rumbling emitted from her taxed bowels.
"What's...happening...to meeeee?" she tried to shout.
Unfortunately here in the magic repository in the middle of the night there was nopony to help. Regardless the pressure had mounted until her jowls had puffed around her muzzle, squeezing her lips tight until all they could manage to force out was a whimper.
The magic she had called upon was merciless. Everything worsened quickly no matter how much unintelligible pleading she issued until her mouth was forced shut for good. Her gut blossomed into an oblong, then into a grand sphere till her pouting naval rocked against the ground and picked up her flailing, plumping hooves into the air. The light, heat, and tickling gasses compounded moment by moment until her circumference was so vast she practically filled the room, her magic circle long since buried by her magnificence.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to explode.
Neither was she allowed.
Her back brushed against the ceiling. The relentless spell would not be denied and although at first Sunset squashed against the marble moldings and she feared that she had finally run out of room, constant straining upwards caused the stones themselves to shiver, then crack. Pieces of ancient masonry collapsed around her massive flanks, bouncing from her glowing sides.
At first the released through the ruined ceiling felt like relief.
But it rapidly became concern, then fear as she realized the reason she had been driven so against the stones.
Her naval no longer rested on the floor but hovered above it. Slowly but surely she was rising up even as she continued expanding. Flop sweat bedewed the globular colossus and glistened on ascent. Flight was slow and although every sensibility was nearly dominated by the encompassing experience of inflating, Sunset still had time for regrets.
As she revolved gently in the midnight air she thought back to how a naive young filly had somehow lost her way and become so arrogant and so unkind.
Enormous was the only way to describe her, the shadow cast by her rotundity blotting out whole valleys. As she bid farewell to Canterlot itself beneath the gathering clouds she reflected on how she had been a disgrace to her mentor as well as the princess she had become rivals with but had grown to respect.
A crosswind spun her round and looking over her circumference she could see her belly button shedding blinding light. The central source of the power she had diminishing means of containing was peeking through and made her fate all too clear.
Once a promising student, a respected leader, the most popular and the proudest and the the most envied. Now Sunset Shimmer was little more then a bottle of sunlight: a thinly stretching shell of one bad pony over a newborn star.
Sunset Sun-Flare. Sunset Star-Bomb. Sunset Supernova.
The blue of the sky gave way to the shadows and silence of space. She could see other stars winking cheerily at her with every rotation.
Would Celestia be pleased that a new star would soon be born? Perhaps it would cancel out all she had done to the point in her self destructive quest for personal gain. Ironically by taking into herself so much excess power she would selflessly return it all at once: a glorious life-giving beacon for other worlds. Maybe other ponies?
But for this to be the egg would have to break. The power of a god could not be contained by a mere mortal. Something had to give.
She felt transposed. Transfigured.
Almost thankfully she felt less alive somehow: more of a thing then a pony. Her darting eyes lost their personality. Her struggled slowed then stopped altogether. Her expression of sadness and terror slumped into a stupid, neutral look. She felt like a cow at milking time or a ripening fruit on a tree. Yielding was all her thought.
A vessel now. A plaything of the cosmos that the magic inside her was growing tired of. Whether she wanted to or not this could only end one way so she might as well accept it. Perhaps it was less then she deserved for all the trouble she had caused.
It was still several tortuous inches of bloating before she reached her utter limits. Shafts of light shot from her at odd intervals like fireworks. The strands of her mane glowed with suppressed magic.
Now was the time in these final moments as herself for the incomparable Sunset Shimmer to at least say something for the ages, make a grand gesture so that this embarrassing monstrosity, punishment for hubris, and impersonal detonation would not be her only legacies.
But all she could think of was one word.
"Ph...ooey." she grunted sow-like.
Then a rush. Her eyes bulged. Her body thrust out: spread-eagle and the size of a moon.
Her glorious naval breached.
BA-BOOM!
Citizens all over Equestria so the lights if the didn't hear the explosion rippling down from the heavens like thunder. For minutes afterwards the last vestiges of the star-birth flickered, dancing in the void until all but the great, distant youthful sun winked out. Everyone argued as to what to call the newly created body, but Luna was insistent on calling it Sunshimmer for reasons no one but herself fully understood, a 'fitting tribute' she would only say.
And there it would burn until the ending of all ends: an inspiration and a guide and a light for all to see.
And some would come to understand it as a cautionary tale as well for the price of highest ambition.
---
Sunset snapped awake. Although the details of her nightmare were hazy at best she'd set up enough noise that the rest of the palace had been called to her room.
Her screams were still echoing in the passage as the royal guards and several guests and attendants streamed in through her door.
She felt very exposed put on the spot like this. Something about that reminded her of her dream.
"Um...hi." she said weakly, waving at the well wishers.
The guards for their part remained silent and dour, but six ponies in particular trooped to her bed and began to make a fuss.
"Are you okay?" The yellow one whispered, looking truly concerned.
"She looks alright." the blue pegasus said, placing a hoof on her head to check her temperature. "Anypony who screams like THAT though must have something on her mind."
Then she saw her at the center of the crowd, parting it in her wake.
The purple princess.
She had risen so quickly that her garb of status had been forgotten including her crown but it was unmistakably Twilight Sparkle. Surely come to gloat.
Sunset folded her hooves, huffing irritably as she approached.
"Are you all..." Twilight began.
"I'm fine!" snapped Shimmer, dismissing her with a wave.
"You didn't sound fine."
The sincere note in the voice caught Shimmer off guard. She had expected scorn. Derision. Cruel laughter.
Not gentle feeling.
When she looked into Twilight's eyes all she saw was good wishes. Kindness.
How could that be when she'd striven so to be rotten and a thorn in her side? Shimmer had tried to destroy everything Twilight held dear and upstage her at every turn.
It just didn't seem fair she could forgive.
But the power of that culled Shimmer's indignation. Twilight saw the brat dissolve into the filly she had seen once in a photograph, looking confused and slightly fearful.
"It's okay." Twilight nodded. "We're here now."
The only thing that could make this more awkward would be...
And in she came, the guards bowing as she passed by. Shimmer felt like curling up and disappearing.
Until that long white hoof settled onto her forehead. The nightmare was gone. Regret seemed a bad memory.
Sunset Shimmer felt at home.
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