Post Christmas Edition
God DAMN unf!
Also reposting because I timed this terribly
Leave the fat pony art to the professionals, kid
It's cute actually, though i think you'd be better off drawing with traditional materials and coloring digitally
>Because our queen is way too heavy to be moved.
I want to see rediv draw this, with bric-a-brac trying desperately to pull her off the throne.
>all these people jerking off to ideas of female artists' sonas doing sensual things to one another
This is "shipping real life people" tier creepy. Fucking go outside and re-evaluate your life.
This name concerns me. No funny business and we won't have any problems.
You know all my buttons, and how to make me conflicted
Why does everyone have to shitpost whenever Astro shows up? Stop shitting on the artist!
Where's all the fat Coloratura and Glimglam art /fpt/?!
>Propably the best thread on the board
>Put shit-blob as the main pic
Oh my and mine wing-boner!
I like the way you think friendo
why does moondancer have the best ass, and
why does it have to do with that sweater who knew hen liked a plump butt so much
I wanna stick it in between those nice plump cheeks
I should totally try doing some pixelart fat pone sometime.
I mean, I have literally no skill in anything that's not pixel art, so it's worth a try.
Would anyone here be interested in that?
>tfw no flabby-obese Flim Flam Brother incest anything
yo guies look at this sexy princess well she's a queen to me
damn that got me good
shut i copy pasted it form FA and yes did clop to that pic right there p.s. i'm not a clopper maybe ;)
tanks but no tanks
hey shit fuck for nigger pussies you ARE NOT THE REAL (FAT LUNA)TIC LOVER
>You come home after a long day’s work. You’re tried, soar, and stressed. You whip up a quick dinner while the sun begins to set. You clean up what little dishes you used, then you get right down to cooking multiple full course meals. You have a passion for cooking, but not an appetite to fit it. Luckily you found someone who could scarf down all your home cooking.
>You’ve learned to balance all your plates over your arms like those fancy servers at restaurants, but you’ve perfected that talent by managing to hold it all while going down the flight of stairs to your basement. Once you’ve reached the cold stone floor of the basement you turn the corner to see your lovely waifu in her place.
>Resting on a soft bed meant for a large dog lays your enslaved pony that you’ve made as your waifu. She lifts her head, rattling the chain leash over her neck. Her eyes are blindfolded since the day you caught her, both pairs of hooves are tied up to prevent any damage when she got a little rough or kicky. Her most noticeable feature was her hugely round, swollen, belly.
“Hey there, my little piggy. How are we this fine evening?”
>She reacts negatively by backing up against the stone cold wall, shivering and quivering all over.
“You must be hungry, dear. I haven’t been home to make you a real lunch, so I just had to make up for that with dinner.”
>You gently lower the dishes on a nearby table you had set up for these occasions, you then pick up one plate with deep fried cabbage and a side of salted chips. You lower the plate to her face, and she shows a mixed response of hunger and fear, just the way you like it.
“Eat,” You say a little bit inpatient.
>Your waifu lays down on her bloated belly, and you watch as the sphere shape is smushed, then you watch her lean forward and dip her head near the plate. Her mouth trembles as she opens wide, but she manages to take a big bite out of her cabbage and chew it at first slowly, then she picks up her pace. You brush her back while she eats, she’s still not used to you petting her, so she shivers when you touch her, and she gives out small moans of distress. In time you know she’ll learn to like it, as well as a few other things.
>She’s now licking the plate clean just like you had her practice. You quickly go and grab two more dishes and set them in her face. She doesn’t whimper, but she gives a distressed sigh, which you see as an improvement. Just like with the cabbage, she dives into the second dish. She seems determined to finish it all as fast as possible, it excites you, but also worries you. You don’t want this moment to end too quickly. She has a few moments of pause, but for the most part downs her second meal rather quickly. She lets out a sharp belch then a long sigh.
>You smile and plant your hand firmly on her patted flank, you let your fingers sink into her flesh as well as wiggle your wrist to make her plot jiggle.
“Eat.” You swap the empty plate with her third serving.
>Your waifu doesn’t respond. She stays perfectly still and disobeys your command.
“Eat!” You say more forcefully.
>Your waifu’s stomach churns and she pleas you to not make her eat anymore. You grab the back of her head and push her face into the dish, forcing her muzzle to get into the food. She wiggles and screams under your hand, but does start eating while quietly sobbing. You pet her head to ensure her you aren’t mad. You tell her to do simple things, and as long as she does what you want her to do you will always give her love, food, and shelter.
>She slows down once in awhile but with a little encouragement you get her to keep eating until the very last bite. You make her lick the plate clean like the rest, then you allow her to lay on her side finally. Her squished belly expands with the extra space, and your waifu groans in relief with some of the pressure now off of her tummy. You lean over her large belly and fondle it with delicacy. You love how round and big it is, you press your hands against it, your waifu softly cries at the touch.
>You feel that it’s not as tight as it could be, which makes you smile even more. You get up to grab your forth plate, a large lava cake made for two. This time your slave waifu doesn’t try to hide it, she starts crying as soon as the chocolate fumes hit her nose. She thinks she can’t eat it all, but you know where her limit is at.
>You try to persuade her to eat, but you keep your hand behind her head to remind her that force will be her last resort option. Sobbing, she inches towards the lava cake, she dips her muzzle into the chocolate syrup pool and starts slurping it up and gulps it down hard. She takes big chunks of cake then washes it down with more chocolate syrup, all while sobbing and getting her face messy. She gages from time to time, but you know she was just in the early stage, she would be able to finish it all off.
>You rest your head gently on her stomach, not wanting to disrupt her digesting. You massage her stomach, tenderly moving your fingers and thumb in motions while your slave pony moans and forces down the moist cake. You start to get carried away and get a little too comfortable with her belly, which makes your slave waifu gage.
<<<this hot princess should ruler of the world >:)
>You see how far she has gotten. You’re disappointed to see she’s only finished half the cake. When you confront her she shakes her head. You sigh in disappointment and dig your hand into the cake and shove it in her face. She resists by keeping her mouth shut and whines. You yank her mane, making her cry out and leaving her mouth wide open for your assault. You repeat this a few times until you get all the cake in her stuffed face. It takes several attempts for her to swallow down the mass of cake lodged in her throat. When she finally did you put your ear up to her gut. You hear the wonderful sounds of her digestive system working overtime on the heavy load.
>You hear her groan and belch. You rest on your side and spoon her belly. You rub all over it with your chocolate covered hands and then lean towards her ear. “Have you enjoyed your meal, fatty?”
>She sniffles at your remark, which only encourages you to acknowledge her mass beyond just her globe belly. You tickle her back and slide your hand down her rump, then you give her a strong smack on her cheeks.
“You’re going to get so fat, you won’t even recognize yourself. One day at a time, my love. Each day you eat and rest in your little room, the more you will grow.”
>You hold her head in your hands and you lean in for a kiss. She tries to resist, but is foiled. You lick the chocolate off her face and nibble on her lip. You grab hold of her collar, you feel how it sinks partially in her neck fat.
“Imagine it. You, bigger, chubbier, heavier, and happier. Don’t cry, you’re going to learn to love it.”
>You pat her very tight belly, it makes a drum like sound and makes your waifu belch. Your waifu chocks on her sobs and begs you to let her go home.
“But you are home. This is our life together, ever since we set eyes on each other this was bound by faith. I will always be here for you. You don’t have to worry about anything. We’re just getting started.”
End of part 1
hey ASStrozone i love your art work
Praise the sun! Praise the sun hard!
+1, please don't hesitate to continue when you can
Anyone happen to have that sketch of Celestia where she's laying on her belly and normal sized with a big ass? As I recall she's facing away from the viewer.
one more cry for chubby pear shaped ponies
louder for big motherly white princess ass
this is her perfect ass shape though
You'll probably like what I'm working on then, just needed some reference
The only one sexy Moonbutt is fat, pear-shaped Moonbutt, not this obese, stinky trash.
r/ ing more Mistress Raspberry
's hooves to kiss
but why BIG BLOB LUNA IS BEST LUNA!!!!
What if Celestia was so big, she was the sun.
sexy nightmare fuel
huff that belly as she lies on you
i find it insanely hot that a big immobile tubbo like her would still insist on ordering me around
funny you should mention that, anon
goodness, i wouldn't think that so much of a pony would move breathing when that big...
you absolute mad man
Am I the only one here who wants to see pixelated Ponk pumped full by tubes from every hole?
Though I too wish to see you make an attempt anyway. I'm always down for more Pixel Pone.
Also, have some quickie Twi fats I did yesterday. And don't mind the missing wings at all. I'm just lazy and didn't want to draw them.
I actually wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't pointed it out. either way unf
anyway I've been getting quite eager to draw R. Tart
(and possibly Blackjack bursting out of her security uniform)for a while. Since she's in demand... Crap. This didn't turn out as half as good as I though it would. I need to work on this body type... And my handwriting... and everything else.
I want this mod for Fallout 4.
Pre-emptive happy new year FPT!
an attempt was made, Lupin
, and it still gives me a poner because of the sfx and overall weight of her profile
Alright, here's one. From one of Graphene's pictures.
Okay, here you go. 5 times bigger.
Happy new year's, fat pone. Here's to another year of ponies, from chubby to immobile.
(Source is CDT, by the way)
Almost forgot to upscale it for visibility.
There needs to be more fat ponies sitting on Fluttershy's face.
Happy New Year
May your hearts be full and your bellies fuller
Happy New Year. May all your fat ponies be full and messy.
Or not so messy if thats what you enjoy more
As the original artist I gotta say nice job man
It looks nice
My dear Rainbow,
I write to you knowing that I may not return.
I leave you to go fight in the great Anon war, not because I want to, but because I have to.
I'm going to war for your ass. I'm going to war to protect and secure dat ass.
You have an ass that only comes once in a thousand years, and every anon wants a piece of it. Though, despite its size, it ain't big enough to share.
I go to fight, hoping that your love will give me the strength to best the fires and come out victorious. And if I make it out, I'm coming back to destroy dat ass.
I'ma finish what your ass started and takes those tight panties and rip them off with my teeth. I'ma going on my knees and eat your ass out till it's all nice and clean, and then I'ma wreck it like I'm fucking Wreck it Ralph. I'll make waves on your ass that cloud destroy the coast of Japan. I'ma leave a permanent mark on your ass that when other anons look at it they know who it belongs to. You won't be able to go to the bathroom the same way again, hell you won't be able to sit on dat ass for weeks. You lucky you got that big ol' belly to rest on.
Likes giving more than receiving
I don't know why, but I like the idea of a chubby stallion that's dominant, but still effeminate.
Most heavyset male who express any dominance fall more into the bara/daddy category, which
while I don't dislikebecomes kinda passé after a while.
>tfw Lemon's belly will never squish against your back while he plows into you
>tfw his wobbling, blubbery thighs will never slap against yours, his heavy balls dwarfing yours in their sheer proximity
>tfw his cock will never flare deep in your abused ass, filling you with cum until your belly looks and feels as round and heavy as his
>tfw he will never fall asleep with his hoof resting on your swollen gut, idly licking your cock as he dreams of eating an ice cream cone
I keep trying to be all artsy and I'm pretty sure it's not doing anyone any favors.
Well, except that one person who apparently still got a poner last time.
Perhaps you could try bigger outlines. Something about the coloring is a bit off too.
Maybe try a flat-color picture with a bit of a bigger outline and see if that looks any better?
>pony will never squash her soft, warm, pudgy belly against you
>she will never grin lewdly as she pushes her deep navel against your dick
>Rarity was inspired by the fat pony in "Canterlot Boutique"
>wants to branch out into plus-sized fashion
>there really aren't any fat ponies in Ponyville
>Rarity decides to suffer a bit for her art
>plans to gain a little weight and use herself as a model
>starts out with a careful eating plan
>she's actually a glutton deep down
>her eating rapidly spirals out of control as she stuffs her face
>keeps telling herself she'll go back to her old habits in 'a week or two'
>this never happens
>she becomes a total fatass who's addicted to gorging herself
>"Sho Shoarim, ya like geddin yer fashe sho closhe to my ash?"
"For the fifth time, I'm NOT having sex with you! Oh my Celestia, did you fart?! Can't... Breathe..!"
>"Ya know ya lurv id!"
>there will never be a followup to this image.
You can be with your fat pony waifu
You must become an enormous slob-blob stallion to please her
Like theres any question.
This is a good start. Try to be really loose with your brushstrokes and try not to double up on the same lines over and over, it makes the linework look a bit messy. Don't be afraid to redo the same line over and over again. you got the form down, just practice some more.
If this isnt your work just ignore this Im a dumb fuck anyways.
Always wanted to see Rediv draw some cute Nellie.
Yeah but you're a dumb fuck who draws fat lesbian wincest pones
Yeah it was mine. Thanks for the advice Calorie. Good to know I'm heading in the right direction.
Greetings, sistyr. I too am a polyandrosexual quadgender Muslim. Fat pride.
Doing pushups, or yoga or something.
>"I just don't understand this new age. Obesity I get, being so prosperous, but male-love? Don't modern mares please their stallions anymore?"
>"Ah dunno. Ah jus' like butts."
Just curious, do any of you guys
- Which ponies?
- Canons or OCs?
- Feral, Anthro or Humanized?
Yes Both canon and my own OCs, depending on what me/my partner are in the mood for.
All three forms.
No shame, though.
Poor, poor Fluttershy. Its not her fault that she’s a completely pathetic, unassertive wimp. Well basically it is her fault but that’s besides the point. After all, she’s always been this way. A meek, pathetic little pushover who’s been used and abused by every single person around her.
Poor Fluttershy has the subject of abuse and humiliation by almost every single pony in the small town of Ponyville. Even when she’s left the small little hamlet she has been the subject of teasing, taunts, and humiliation that usually seems to follow her. From being “accidentally” pushed into puddles of mud, to being used as a seat cushion from bigger ponies, to even being eaten by her best friend at one point. All in the name of science of course, but it still was extremely humiliating for her, even though she kind of sort of volunteered for it. Well she was pressured into doing it, but still you get the point. Fluttershy has just had an uneasy, almost miserable life.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Ponyville, quite a distance from Fluttershy’s little hamlet, you are just waking up. After a few minutes of struggling to even get out of bed, both from a combination of laziness and your *ahem* weight, you manage to at last get out. As you get onto all four of your hooves, your entire body shaking, wobbles and jiggling as you do so, it reminds you of just how big you are. You let out a dejected sigh as you wake up to the reality that is front of you: you are big. You know it and everyone else knows it. Every single day is a struggle for you, having to deal with your portly belly constantly swaying and jiggling like a pendulum when you move, though you have to admit its quite small when compared to the rest of your body. Having to deal with your giant, tree trunk like thighs doesn’t help things either. At times you literally have to waddle just to get anywhere, and you constantly have to worry about accidentally knocking another pony over with your big swaying thighs. At times you think to yourself its a miracle you're still able to be walking, with account of your heels puffed from all the blubber on it.
From time to time you could feel yourself stiff up, almost ready to fall over. But thanks to sheer force of will, you manage to keep going. Still, nothing can be as bad as your butt. That giant, massive, chunky ass of yours, that constantly sways and jiggles when you walk/waddle to where you have to go. Many times you’ve been the ‘butt’ of jokes by many a pony, hearing the snickers and giggles of other ponies looking at your gigantic butt. Its hard enough to have such a giant butt, its even harder when it seems to constantly weigh you down, almost as if its going to force you to fall right onto the ground. As you waddle toward the kitchen and grab around 6 doughnuts that just as quickly go into your mouth. As you eat and stuff your fat face you can’t hep but wonder if she will be at the park today.
Fluttershy made her way to the Ponyville Park, the only place in Ponyville that she could escape her troubles, at least for a little while. Even though she had the comfort of her friends, from time to time they would use her a doormat as well, constantly taking advantage of her being so naive. She remembered one time when Pinkie ‘accidentally’ used her as a secret ingredient in one of her cakes when she volunteered to help Pinkie bake one. It only got worse when Pinkie ‘accidentally’ ate her and the cake. Fluttershy did manage to get out, though it wasn't in a very…pleasant way to say the least.
Of course nothing could possibly compared to the humiliation she suffered from Applejack. While helping Applejack paint her barn, AJ fell off of her ladder and landed right onto Fluttershy. She didn’t just squish Fluttershy, she completely flattened her into a compact, square like shape. She clearly remember when AJ decided to use her as a cushion to rest her bruised butt upon, to which Fluttershy never even bothered to say no to. Fluttershy knew she was a doormat at this point in the game, and yet she didn’t bother to do anything about it, thanks in part of her meekness. As she relaxed on the nearby bench, she closed her eyes and tried to think of a time and place where she wasn’t being taken advantage of.
Meanwhile, you have finally made it out of your door, albeit you were stuck in the doorframe for about 10 minutes. Your ass has gotten even bigger than you remember. You were able to at least get out of the door in less that 3 minutes last time you remember. You make a mental note to yourself to get a bigger doorframe next time. As you waddle on ahead, your belly dragging along the ground, you can’t help but keep thinking about Fluttershy.
Fluttershy, the town’s doormat, the pony that has been squashed, smooshed, pushed around, and even eaten on several occasions. But to you, she is simply known as Flutterseat, the perfect piece of furniture. If there’s one pony that more pushed around than you are, its her. She’s the only one who makes you feel better about yourself. When you sit on her and crush her frail little body, for those few moments you feel alive for once. You feel like you can do anything again, you feel…happy.
After minutes of huffing and puffing your fat ass all the way to the park, you finally spot her. Your face starts to turn into a scowl of hate when you notice her trying to relax.
She’s so damn pathetic. You think to yourself. If anyone is more pathetic than you, its her. You may be an overweight glutton, but at least you’re not a massive pushover, well you technically kind of are in a way but not as bad as Fluttershy. As you approach her, you smile quite sinisterly, making sure that you start stomping on your way towards her. Luckily you’re big enough that she can hear you, as she turns toward you direction to see what is making that rumbling noise. As soon as she spots you, an immediate look of terror creeps across her face.
“What’s up Flutterseat”? You say to hear. Flutterseat. A name you personally gave to her, since that’s all that she is to you. A seat. Something to be used and abused by you and you only.
“U-umm, i’m… i’m just sitting h-here, j-just minding my own business. I-If that’s ok with you”. Fluttershy says meekly to you, backing up away from you, though still sitting on the bench. You smile as you huff and puff your way toward her:
“If that’s ok with you”. You say mockingly back to her.
“You’re so pathetic Flutterseat you know that? You just make me so sick at times”! You yell at her. Fluttershy huddles as far as she can before hitting the bench’s handlebar, tears flowing from her eyes. All those emotions of your’s that you’ve been hiding back for a while now are starting to come back up again. Having to deal with the constant teasing, bullying, all of that has affected you.
“You know its no wonder you make such a great doormat to everyone, I mean you’re just so pathetic looking. You may be friends with Princess Twilight, but even she uses you to get what she wants you know that?” You say to her. After a moment of looking at her dead in the eyes, you finally calm down for a moment.
“But you know what? It doesn’t really matter in the end doesn’t it? All that matters is having a nice, comfy seat”. You say to her, waddling your giant fat body over to her. Fluttershy knows what’s coming, and she falls off of the bench onto the ground, desperately tries to beg plead with you.
“N-No please. No more butts, just no more b-butts”. She says, clearly aware of what you’re planning.
“Too late for that Flutterseat”. You say as you lift you giant fat ass up right over her. Before she can even do anything, let alone let out a scream, your plot your ass right down on top of her.
Fluttershy’s already miserable day just got much worse for her as she took on the full brunt of his giant ass. In that split moment from when the ass was in the air to when it hit her body full on, her entire world went completely dark. Immediately she started struggling, kicking her weak little hooves as best as she could, desperate to get out of her predicament. The sheer amount of blubber and fat surrounding her was crushing her on both sides. She honestly had no idea how she was still able to breathe, but she figured there must be an air pocket somewhere between all this fat.
Back on the outside, your day was going quite better than expected. You’re outside enjoying a nice beautiful day, plus you have a wonderful seat cushion beneath you. You smile as you lift up your belly, barely make out Flutterseat’s cute little hooves kicking, desperate trying to escape. You let out a sigh of happiness and release it, allowing it to jiggle freely. To most ponies it would have been awkward to see someone as fat as you sitting on the ground. But to you, this was the best seat in the house. You shift your ass a little bit, grinding into Flutterseat even more.
“Comfy down there”? You say to her, lifting your belly up again to see her feet still kicking, although steadily getting weaker.
Hmm probably should give her a little bit more air. You think to yourself.
You slowly start to get off Fluttershy, allowing her to get a gasp of breath.
“Like I said before, you comfy down there”? You say to her, laughing. Her hair is a complete mess and she’s sweating like crazy. No doubt its hot down there between your ass cheeks.
*gasp* “P-please no *cough* no more”. Fluttershy says, begging you to stop and let her go.
“Mmmm, let me think about that”. You say, plotting yourself right back down on top of her again, her entire lower body getting trapped under your ass.
“Nope”. You let out another sigh and grind your ass into her, making sure that she feels every single fold, every single roll of blubber, making sure she feels all that fat surrounding her. As you sit on top of Flutterseat, rubbing your belly, you can’t help but think about food.
You love food. Its part of the reason why you’re so big to begin with. You can’t help yourself when you’re around food. Every time you see doughnuts you have the urge to shove 7 or 8 of them into your mouth at once. Whenever you see a cake you tend to stick your face into it like a pig and devourer it. Its something you honestly can’t handle, and its the reason why you’re so made fun of. As you rub your idle belly you let out a large belch, silently saying excuse me as you shift your position again, further smothering Flutterseat.
Under the folds of fat, Fluttershy was struggling as usual to get out, wondering to herself what why she deserved this. I mean this wasn’t her first time of this happening to her. She fondly remembers meeting this portly pony a few weeks ago. At the time she was simply minding her business lying down on a bench after having another rough day. Apparently Twilight needed to “borrow” her for a few experiments of her, mostly involving turning poor Fluttershy into different kinds of animals. So of course she needed to relax after all that. As she closed her eyes and started to dose off, she suddenly found herself suddenly awakened by an immense pressure slamming into her!
In that moment Fluttershy’s entire world had gone dark. At the time she had no idea what had happened to her. What she found on later was that she had been sat on by a rather large, fat pony who mistook her for a seat cushion that just so happened to be shape like a pony. When the pony finally got off of her, she was completely flattened! She remembered how the pony laughed at her predicament and called her a doormat. Worst of all, the pony grabbed her, threw her onto the ground, and proceeded to use her to get the dirt off its hooves. Of everything Fluttershy had experienced, that by far was the worst day of her life.
Finally after some time of relaxing on good old Flutterseat, you finally decide to get up off of her. As you finally get up off of her again, the usual site of the flattened Fluttershy lay before you. You couldn’t help but as usual let out a huge laugh.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA, gods you’re as pathetic as usual Flutterseat”. You say to her, wiping your hooves on her, staining her coat with dirt.
“Well then, same time tomorrow”? You say to her as you waddle off, huffing and puffing you’re way back home. Next time you think you’ll bring some food, for yourself of course.
Speaking of FimFiction if the fucker who writes that FoE story about the stable that purposefully fattens up its dwellers and appoints the heaviest pony as overmare: I'm still waiting for a fucking update.
Here's the link:
I'd rather he continue the plotline for Feedbag where a pudgy cheeselegs gets revenge on the rest of the princesses.
I was awaiting the time when they'd write about the first mare to find themselves immobile.
some Rarara commissioned by Prof
Leg breaking shall commence - ANYWAY! Mwuhahahahahaha
Suddenly, a harsh cough wracked out Rarity's throat, sending her body jiggling. "Cagh! Hack! How does Sapphire Shores smoke this?!"
"Oh dear," She rasped, staring at the small black stain on her perfectly white belly.
>"You see, I'm a kind creature, really! I just removed Canterlot's collective excess fat!"
"Yes, but... Why? Why would you destroy your body for a bunch of ponies you don't even know?"
>"Well, I'm certainly not planning on slowly transferring it into the rears of ponies who annoy me, if that's what you're thinking, little miss flabby flanks!"
I'd like this to be a thing.
only maybe not just butts
>"Scoots, did you hit Discord with your scooter again?"
>your waifu is wearing one of your button-up shirts (and nothing else~)
>her belly is straining the buttons
>small gaps between each button show colorful tufts of her coat
>except the second-to-bottom gap which shows a perfectly framed view of her belly button
>she leans back and puffs her belly out even more
>you can hear the buttons creak as she pats her fat gut invitingly
>she's got that look in her eyes again
>"Stick it in and fuck this fat belly. I want to see how many buttons we can pop off~"
Dufel and Graphene had an art trade, and everybody wins as a result.
Someone wanted me to write something with Spitfire, so I obliged and tried my best. It isn't as refined or as long as something Tankris would write, but if you like the thought of Spitfire being a pig then there maybe my bad prose won't get in the way.
Spitfire awoke craving a continental breakfast. Or, more accurately, she craved a meal which could feed a whole continent of ponies in one sitting. Most mares would settle for a slice of bread or a bowl of oats, but Spitfire, former captain of the Wonderbolts and once the most revered flight coordinator of Equestria, needed a mountain to satiate her appetite. Her billowing gut quivered as it rested in her lap, splaying her gelatinous thighs apart while she sat in her specially built fortified chair, having already broken three in the past week.
The golden dome had since far outgrown the constraints of her garments, her white, crumb-stained shirt looking more like a bib which struggled to contain her pillowy chest. The buttons and zippers of her ceremonial jacket and pants had split apart, freeing the restrictions imposed by her waistband and leaving only a thin layer of her panties’ fabric hugging her hips. Not that it made a difference to her; she was in total privacy except for her cooks, and she never felt more liberated than when her corpulence was set loose.
Spitfire’s jowls and double-chin trembled as she let out a wall-shaking belch, a bubble of wind thick with the scent of sausage and bacon grease escaping wetly from her mouth. Forage and cellulose alone were no longer enough to nourish a whale like her. She needed fat. She needed meat. And she received heaping portions of both. She inhaled the chain of sausage links the cafeteria staff delivered to her table, the pegasi in the kitchen frightened by her bellows of "MORE!" and "I'M STILL HUNGRY!" which echoed through the mess hall.
Her pudgy hooves had become nothing more than shovels which crammed more food into her jaws, her legs strengthened only by the motions of lifting larger and larger portions toward her porcine face. A whole dozen eggs, a half-gallon of milk, eight bran muffins -- all emptied into the bottomless pit of her gullet while her mouth and forelegs eagerly served her hunger’s demands.
Only she herself was far from bottomless, her rump having rendered her seat invisible as each her now-useless wings, the feathery appendages lost in the collapsing adipose of her withers and lower back. The lateral and shoulder muscles she cheek spilled over the cushion’s corners. Her hindquarters could fill four normal cafeteria stools, and still need two more on each side for her tire-thick love handles.
The folds on her back had long since swallowed once bore with pride had wasted away, having not felt the need to exercise in the two years since she was promoted to the title of Base Administrator. No longer needing to fly herself to coordinate the Wonderbolt's patterns, but still having the power and resources to tap into the company's food funds, she did what she had always dreamed of doing since she was a filly: To eat. To celebrate her decadence. This was her true calling.
Her body wanted to reject it. Pegasi were supposed to be lithe creatures of the sky, and not 500-pound hogs -- or was she 600 by now? She lost count at around 425, and no scale in the Wonderbolts' supplies could accurately record her immensity without the spring breaking. But that was of no concern to her, since Spitfire had proudly forsaken the obligations of her species. She ignored the warnings of her aching back or her abused knees struggling to support her weight, their misgivings only a distraction from her desires.
Her stomach was the ultimate arbiter of her fate, the beastly abdomen roaring to life with an intense quaking which rattled the floor below her. The vibrations and the contractions of her muscles in her rumbling, digesting, but still hungry gut pleased her in all the right ways between her legs, her plump nether lips dampening as the swelling of her ballooned gut grazed her exposed clit. Food could titillate her lust better than any stallion she knew, the act of eating and the sensation of her abdomen against her crotch appeasing all of her carnal appetites at once.
To be hungry and thin was to be abstinent, cloistered in a pathetic, puny body and blind to the world’s delights. No, that was no longer the life for Spitfire. Food was her domain now, all of her expenses going to the ingestion of larger, heartier meals which could feed a whole squadron. Another four eggs, a half-pound of bacon, and a quart of milk were her brunch, her meal extending into the late morning by time she had ingested her last swallow of her first milk jug. She was giddy and almost drunk on her overindulgence, a broad grin spread across her full cheeks as she plunged muzzle-first into her dish.
She could taste every drop of yolk, every strip of fatty deliciousness across her tongue, and she loved every second another flavor crossed her taste buds as she chewed and swallowed another bite. She was in heaven, even when her pendulous gourd of a gut feeling tighter as it rubbed between her legs once more. She moaned in orgasmic ecstasy from nothing except the sheer bliss of consumption, the curve of her belly pushing out further and further while the overhanging flab cascaded like an avalanche over the edge of the seat. Like all good sex, however, her climax left her exhausted, but not before she cleaned the plate spotless.
A profuse sweat drenched her brow from the efforts of eating for so long, panting and gulping down a bottle of water as though she had completed a marathon. Even the most slothful gluttony was quite a workout, but it still offered same thrill she felt when flying, if not even more intense. She pushed the plate aside and stacked it atop the others, leaving not a single morsel or ort of food behind. She counted ten plates; upon gazing at the clock on the wall, she calculated that it was all eaten in the span of about an hour.
"Not bad, Spitfire! A new personal best," she cheered, patting her fatty hide as though to congratulate its efforts. "But next time, I'm goin' for twelve plates in fifty minutes. That'll really break the record!"
She smirked to herself in her arrogant revelry, massaging into her belly pensively as she fantasized just how much larger her next meal would be. She may have wanted to consume more as soon as possible, but that did not take away from how much she loved how her body looked in the present moment. All she could see was an ocean of yellow fur coating a flesh so thick with tissue that it doubled over itself, her navel creating a neat crease between the flabby roll of her undercarriage and the upper shelf where her ribcage and stomach rested.
She sunk her fleshy limbs into her trembling gut, the fullness in her cramped stomach only an afterthought compared to the softness of the rest of her body. 'Boy, did that feel good...' She gripped into her sides and gave them a jiggle, belting out an elated laugh upon watching her body wobble in response. She could squeeze her hooves in a good four inches deep before she felt the wall of her stomach, her taut innards still surrounded by a warm, malleable layer of blubber. Still, her belly struggled to process its load, the squelching churns of digestive fluids echoing within her; she would have to demand Soarin’ or Fleetfoot for a proper massage. She still trusted them better than any other ponies, and their hooves were always the best at easing away any gas pressure she felt between meals.
"Oogh. This'll really soften me up!” she said after a putrid hiccup, tasting her meal for the second time on the hot breath. “And I haven't even had lunch yet. Can't wait until the 'Bolts see this!" She leaned back into her chair with a gleeful smile, the hinges complained with an ominous 'creeeeeeak' from the extra stress. Spitfire only acknowledged it with a shrug. If she broke it, she could just by a newer, even sturdier one. She dragged her tongue across her teeth while her hooves rubbed the doughy mass, sucking out any morsels she may have left in her gums so as to not waste a single calorie.
Today was going to be a good day for growing.
That was some good stuff you got going on there. It was short but unf. I really liked your writing style.
Just the collab doodles LK and rediv did
Now I want a story about Rarity fattening up Sweetie Belle in some twisted feeder/feedee incestuous relationship, having to keep her own diet so strict that she's living vicariously through her sister's gluttony.
... I fear for my immortal soul
Nothing on the interwebs is ever forgotten
>"Sir? Are you trying to bribe me with donuts? You realize that's a felony, right?"
>"... Okay. While I dig in, you slip away."
Rarity's own body is precisely calibrated to be the pinnacle of pony perfection.
She then uses that same OCD obsession with control over herself to mold Sweetie into a flabby glutton whose only concern is stuffing her face. Would combine elements of feederism, corruption, and domination.
IT COULD WORK.
You could also throw in Rarity's paranoia. She can't hide Sweetie Belle from everyone, but she can still try to make it look like she's not responsible. As Twilight and the rest of her friends talk to her about her sister, her eyes rake side to side and her back legs tremble. And the burden of having to help Sweetie Belle around, too, straining her back when she has to start pulling her by wagon, forcing her to squeeze into school, her boutique, etc.
>"Politics are the art of the possible, dear, and I think it's possible that I need about six dozen hayburgers, pronto!"
I heartily endorse this
>You opened the room to Celery’s chamber, the warm, wet scent of sweat and musk permeating your nose. The cream colored mare smiled as she gazed upon your nude body. “Back again, i see. I’ve been waiting for you, buddy.” Her eyes batted your way, teasing your already hard cock. You made care not to slip on the wet floor, puddles of sweat clinging to the tiled floor. “The drain’s clogged again…too much cum for those pipes.” Celery giggled as you made your way to her massive rump.
>Celery moaned as your hands pushed against her massive cheeks, doing your best to spread her crack wide. It took an expert to swim through her sea of fat, and it took you no time at all to find her winking pussy. She gave a small moan as you run a finger over her lips, causing her to wink even faster. “You better hurry back there. All you let me do is eat and fuck you and I ain’t eating right now, mister.”
>Her snarky remarks are silenced as you plunge yourself deep into her pussy. Her shudder sends her entire body wobbling and quivering. You press into her body and thrust, sending another wave through her blubber. Her breath is quick and shallow, excitement dripping with every pant. Your hands draw back and give her meaty ass a slap or two. Her body continues to shudder and quake with each movement, her body a storm of jiggly delight. She clamps down on your cock hard, milking you as an orgasm rocks her core,
>You cum deep in her pussy, a smile cracking on your face as you feel your load leak back out. As much as you want to stay, you pull yourself out. “Aww, done already? Thanks for the fuck.” Celery winked as you activated her feeding cycles as a reward.
Found this on StunnerPony's blog.
Dufel is totally into crotchtits now.
What a time to be alive
>Bric-a-brac doesn't seem that sexual
What's wrong with venturing out of her comfort zone? In fact, instead of a contest, maybe it should be like, Red Ribbon is teaching Bric how to be a more confident fat mare.
Rarity stared at the banana and remaining half of her muffin. She was only barely satiated and had room to eat more. Would just one itty-bitty muffin half and a perfectly healthy piece of fruit be all that bad? What's the worst that could happen? Thoughts drifting to Manehattan, she imagined standing before a crowd as she modeled her latest line: a series of thin, flowing, but fragile and tight dresses. They left no room for a tummy. Just imagine if she, the hottest new trendsetter, couldn't flt because of a little bulge. Touching her flat middle, she knew it wouldn't take much to look really bad. Ever since adolescence, even the slightest bit of excess seemed to go straight to her middle and strut as proudly as a peacock.
Sweetie Belle finished destroying her own breakfast and exhaled with loud satisfaction.
"Thanks Rarity, that was delicious!" Sweetie Belle was staying with her older sister for a while as their parents went on a long planned, much anticipated tour around the world.
"You are very welcome," Rarity said. "I think I'm not very hungry this morning. Would you like to finish mine?" She didn't even think about it before saying it, but it made sense right? Rarity had to watch what she ate now, but Sweetie still had her growing filly metabolism. And before her final growth spurt, Rarity had practically been a black hole--food went in and nobody could figure out where it would go.
"Really?" Sweetie Belle looked at her sister's plate. "Sure!" Quicker than you could say "stitch", Sweetie devoured the bit of bread and fruit, then bolted for the door. Something about helping a filly who'd never played a musical instrument, but somehow wound up with a trombone cutie mark.
"Well then. Maybe this won't all be messes and babysitting." Rarity smiled at the thought. "My little sister's growing out... up. Growing up." She shook her head at the error. "I really must stop putting off my morning tea."
It probably wouldn’t be hard to turn a homeless person into an emotionally-dependent feedee...
"Don't worry, Dashie. I'll make sure you are never hungry again. You will never feel your stomach growl. You will never feel your ribs with all the thickness around your body. You will always be fed, constantly full, always eating. You will never have to feel the horrors of an empty stomach again!"
>"Anon... I appreciate everything you've done for me, but... I really need to lose some weight..."
"Lose weight? Like how you were before? Skin and bones, surviving on other ponies' scraps?"
"Good. Then finish your third breakfast, and we'll have a nice warm shower later. You like that, don't you? Being warm?"
>"Y-yes, Anon. Th-thank you..."
I haven't drawn anything in a while and I felt like drawing so here's a drawing.
I'm still surprised someone actually did a snip-it after I said that, no less capped it.
Alfalfa sprouts, spinach, and chick peas, piled high and drenched in heavy sauce, next to a line of roasted carrots and a steaming hunk of garlic bread. In lesser quantity, Rarity could have convinced herself this was a healthy dinner, creamy sauce and all, but driven by her angry stomach, she'd gone and made entirely too much. This was a meal for four mares. Mounded onto a single plate, that became painfully clear.
She was starved, and breathing in the succulent scents only made the pangs in her belly that much stronger. But still she only stared.
"If I take one bite of this," Rarity thought, "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from eating it all."
This was a disaster. She made a beautiful dinner, but couldn't eat it. In the back of her mind she could already see her masterpiece, "The Revelation of Dreams", tearing under the pressure of a bouncing belly. The scandal in the papers. The ringing bells of newscolts selling extra editions to profit from her shame. Wait no, that's the boutique's doorbells.
"Rarity, I'm home! Oh wow, something smells great!"
Rarity took one big bite of creamy mixed greens and swallowed. Heavenly. But that would have to do.
"Why it's... your dinner!" Yes, an escape! "I made it especially for my... precious, fast growing sister!" That'll do! Rarity set the still overwhelming plate of food on the table just as Sweetie Belle appeared, hair a mess. Sweetie's eyes lit up at the sight of food, but she quickly hesitated.
"Is this for the both of us? It's an awful lot."
Rarity took one long inhale and suppressed the urge to agree.
"I, um, I already ate mine!" A stabbing protest cut through Rarity's stomach, but she was already all-in on the lie. "I know growing fillies need all they can get to grow up big and strong, but I didn't know how much you would want, so I decided to err on the side of more, rather than less." Yeah, that'll do. "For growing fillies. Yes."
Sweetie Belle put on a face of mild dismay at her sister and wondered what to do. The play was far too much food for her, especially since she and the Crusaders had only just finished a generous helping of treats courtesy of Pinkie Pie at Sugarcube Corner. But Rarity had clearly put a lot of effort into this just for her, and Sweetie really didn't want to talk her way out of her sister's generosity. Sweetie's stomach grumbled as it worked through a bunch of frosting.
"Perrrfect. I... haven't eaten since breakfast!" Sweetie was a terrible liar, but Rarity smiled all the same.
"Oh thank Celestia," Rarity thought as her little sister sat down and began eating. Sweetie ate gingerly, delicious though the dinner was, one hoof discretely rubbing her already mostly full tummy. But she said nothing and pressed on.
"Mmmm!" Sweetie's cheeks bulged full of carrots as she smiled at Rarity, who seemed to be staring at her as she ate. Why was she still staring? Was she really going to just sit there and watch her eat it all? Sweetie swallowed through a protest from her belly, taut, and began to turn from the table. Rarity's heart dropped. The majority was still there.
"What's wrong? Is it bad? Too much garlic? Not enough salt?"
"No!" Sweetie shouted a little too loudly and let out a sugary belch, which made her feel a little better.
"But I thought you hadn't eaten? Aren't you starving?" Sweetie was trapped. Rarity was right; Sweetie did after all say she hadn't eaten since breakfast.
"Famished. Heh." Sweetie stifled another burp. "I just needed to, uh, get more comfortable is all?"
Rarity paid no heed to the confused inflection, but only watched her little sister eat every last bite with a strange joy. With every bite Sweetie Belle took, Rarity could imagine the rich flavors, salivated, and almost felt her own hunger satisfied. Sweetie, finally finished and, aching, excused herself immediately to her room, where she promptly passed out.
Three days into what was planned to be a nine month stay, Sweetie Belle was already looking for reasons to avoid the boutique. Extra breakfast and a massive dinner on top of sweet treats with friends on day one was followed by a day two spent entirely at Carousel Boutique. Sweetie looked to help Rarity with various minor tasks, but any time either of them drifted near the kitchen, Rarity would grab some snack or morsel, consider it for a few seconds, and then...
"Oh Sweetie Belle!"
She quickly learned that call meant Rarity was looking to stuff her with something again.
"You look famished!"
Breakfast had been a stack of buckwheat pancakes twelve stories tall.
"You really must try this."
Drowned in maple syrup and butter.
"I just know that when your growth spurt hits, you'll be a tall, beautiful mare."
Washed down with something suspiciously heavier than whole milk.
"When I was your age I was so busy finding gems that I didn't take care of myself. I should be taller."
Milk chocolate covered cherries and pretzels.
"You're so thin."
Then their dark chocolate versions.
"These are absolutely divine!"
THEN their white chocolate versions. Plus more milk.
"Sweeeetie~ lunch time!"
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Sweetie thought.
"I wonder how Sweetie Belle's doin' with Rarity?" Applebloom and Scootaloo were arranging various curios in the clubhouse from a rough and tumble two-week wilderness trip with their sisters. Applebloom had found an arrowhead from a lost tribe of ponies. Scoots was admiring a rainbow colored fish scale she found after falling in a river. "Ah felt kinda bad leavin' her."
"Not our fault she couldn't come on our awesome adventure." Rarity had declined to come along in order to wrap up the finishing touches on her new line and, besides, Sweetie was sick with some bug or another and wouldn't get out of bed the morning they were to leave. "At least this way we have lots of stories to tell her."
"Yeah, I guess," Applebloom trailed off as heavy hooves creaked up to the clubhouse door. "What's Big Mac doing here?" The door swung open and in fell Sweetie Belle.
"Hide me." The two fillies' jaws dropped on sight of their portly friend. Sweetie Belle looked like an overstuffed plush toy, or an extra puffed marshmallow. Bloom couldn't help but start to laugh and hid her amusement behind a hoof. Scoots was mildly disgusted.
"Did you fall into poison joke?" Scootaloo drew closer, but kept some distance lest her friend still be covered in the flower's poisons.
"Pffft that flower ain't let me down yet!" Applebloom let a few giggles seep out as she went to her fallen friend's side. "I'm... I'm sorry but you..." Bloom wanted to take a deep breath and calm down, but couldn't help herself and broke into laughter.
"No, it's not poison joke, it's Rarity," Sweetie Belle frowned, but refused to get up. Her belly was stuffed full again. "She made me eat a bowl of oatmeal this morning."
"I've eaten oatmeal lots of times and it's never done this to me," Scootaloo gestured at Sweetie's prodigious belly, stiff but so padded by fat that it still poofed out.
"She served it in a two-gallon mixing bowl and wouldn't let me leave until I finished."
I'd rather a /mlp/ version of this personally
Long enough that I can't remember who you are.
Long enough that these newfag eyes of mine have never gazed upon thee
so at least a year and a half
Please... please continue. I beg of you!
"Have you girls seen my little sister? She left after breakfast this morning and I have seen neither hide nor hair of that filly since. I thought she was with you."
"She ah... just left. Yeah." Applebloom shifted to stand in the way of a paintbrush she hadn't had time to hide from the approaching Rarity. "Do ya remember where she said she was going Scootaloo?"
"Me!? Oh, uh. I think she was," Scootaloo stared through Applebloom, searching for help, but could find none. What was believable? "She was going to... Sugarcube Corner?"
"I knew it." Rarity stamped her hoof. "That little filly's been starving all day and she's too proud to admit it."
"Oh nonono," began Applebloom, but Rarity cut her off.
"Thank you for your honesty. Now, I must be off to catch her. I'll not let Pinkie Pie think for one instant that I would ever let my sister go hungry." As she turned to leave, Rarity caught glimpse of something in a field behind the clubhouse. "Girls... did you put a wig on that cow?"
"We needed a test subject for mane styling cutie marks," Scootaloo fibbed, winking confidently at Applebloom, who only pressed a hoof to her forehead. A weak and high-pitched "moo" sang shakily from the field.
"But you already have your cutie marks."
"I wonder if Pinkie will make Sweetie those cherry danishes she likes so much," said Applebloom, changing the subject.
"Oh! Right! I must be off. You girls let that poor cow go. Ta!"
Applebloom and Scootaloo waited until Rarity had galloped well enough away before turning to the cow.
"Alright, she's gone! Y'all can come back now 'Cowbelle'!" Applebloom giggled at the nickname.
"Call me that again and I'll moooove a pig into your bed after you fall asleep."
The Cowbelle disguise worked well enough to misdirect Rarity's search, but the simple fact was that Sweetie Belle had to go back sometime. A sleepover might stave off the fate one night, maybe even two, but sooner or later she would have to return to the Boutique and her older sister's sudden bizarre need to stuff her to the gills at every opportunity. Rather than burn a sleepover card right away, Sweetie decided the best plan in the short term was to go back late. Very late. Late enough that Rarity would surely be asleep.
A waxing crescent hung high in the clear night sky just barely bright enough to light her way home. Sure enough, all the lights were out in the Boutique, but the door was unlocked. Sweetie Belle pushed it open as slowly as she could to avoid making a racket with the bell and started to slip through. Not yet comfortable with her new size, however, she attempted to slip too early, and her tubby sides pressed the door wide open. A gentle ringing filled the silent boutique and Sweetie Belle froze with stilled breath.
No sign of stirring Rarity to be found, she exhaled in relief and closed the door behind her. A moment passed before her eyes adjusted, but once they had, she considered immediately leaving.
Pink boxes from Sugarcube Corner were stacked high all around the boutique. The smell of fresh cookies, cakes, and pastries filled the room, and sent dread through Sweetie Belle's heart.
Her stomach grumbled.
"Shh! You stay out of this," Sweetie angrily whispered at her belly.
Painful as it was to say, Rarity had been right. Sweetie Belle had been starving for most of the afternoon but refused to admit it to her friends. Her rumbling stomach was explained away as still working through the ludicrous breakfast. The endless consumption had expanded her appetite along with her midsection, but it wasn't until she stood in the quiet boutique surrounded by a heaven of confections that she realized it. Rarity's vigilant feeding had never given her opportunity to be hungry.
Her stomach rumbled more aggressively and Sweetie bit her lip.
"If I eat sweets when Rarity isn't making me, I'll be too big to fit through a door by the time Mom and Dad come home," she thought. "But if I don't eat anything I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep."
Her stomach roared very loudly.
"And I might wake Rarity up." Sweetie looked down at herself, making pronounced her soft second chin. "You'd like that, wouldn't you."
Her stomach gently gurgled.
"Selfish traitor." Sweetie Belle took a deep breath of the sugary air and held it in, tip-toeing as quickly as she could to the refrigerator in the kitchenette in the rear of the building. "You'll get celery and you'll like it." Rarity started the whole ordeal fibbing that she was eating much of the same as Sweetie Belle, but soon abandoned that charade and explained that she had to eat little since her metabolism crashed after she grew up. Sure enough, she kept the fridge stocked full of fresh, healthy, nutritious vegetables. Sweetie was never so happy to see broccoli under the fluorescent fridge light.
Sweetie was never so terrified as when she turned around to see Rarity passed out at the table, more Sugarcube boxes piled upon it, all illuminated under the same light from the open fridge.
Sweetie's stomach bubbled. Sweetie shook her head.
"No, please... don't..."
Deep down she could feel a malevolent churning.
"I'll give you whatever you want, just don't wake up my sister!"
Who is making this? It seems way too good to be a totally new writefag.
Try as she might to personify and reason with it, Sweetie Belle's belly would not heed her attempts at negotiation, and continued building pressure. Sweetie looked about and began to try and silently escape, but every step only seemed to make it worse. Finally, she froze, afraid to move or breathe, as gas climbed up her esophagus.
The bell over the front door rattled a weak song in reply to the sheer violence of the noise.
"SWEETIE BELLE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" Rarity was, of course, awake, eyes wild with alarm, relief, and something else Sweetie Belle couldn't pin down but found very uncomfortable. A dollop of frosting was smushed into the fur on one side of her older sister's face.
"I... I..." Sweetie had long since exhausted her limited ability to lie, and could only stammer. Rarity zeroed in on the stalk of celery poking from Sweetie Belle's mouth.
"OH YOU POOR THING!!!"
Sweetie Belle crunched the stalk and quickly swallowed her only mouthful of greenery. There was no sense in trying anymore. The jig was up.
"LET YOUR SISTER FIX THIS," Rarity cried, opening the only Sugarcube box she'd earlier unsealed. Ten danishes within, and two greasily translucent empty spots on the wax paper lining the bottom.
Sweetie Belle's stomach gurgled in delight.
filly is getting big
Chrysalis decided to transform her hive into Equestria's greatest brothel. It turned out better than expected.
She was having a bad time on the toilet. Don't worry, she's probably finished by now.
Double chocolate chip?
Rainbow Dash as a secret FA doesn't surprise me.
How is he supposed to get there when he can't move?
i drew this
not really i found it on tumblr
This is cute and all, but I can't help but be a little saddened that, like all fat pone artists, the size of CRD's pones has steadily drifted upward from chubby to spherical/superhuge.
Have some quickie Mina fats for the day.
Even if she's not so quick herself anymore.
Where is everyone tonight?
I think Graphene strikes a decent balance of fat pone sizes and poses
Though I would like to see more art of certain characters, like Chrysalis/changelings or the princesses
I really really like ACTUALLY chubby rainbow dash, and wish we got more of it, Graphene does a good job but he's really the only one who does realistic propertions sometimes.
It's amazing that chubby apparently just means super fuck huge all the time, even searching the tag on derpibooru gives mostly insanely obese, which I mean I don't mind but sometimes I like to see just realistically chubby pones.
>chubby apparently just means super fuck huge all the time
>TFW this is still true despite chubby being the most consistent of all the overweight tags.
DpB tagging reminds me just how many stupid people there are in the world.
Like I said, I can endeavor to draw more of it
I'm a fan of actually pudgy Dash instead of always big, gotta draw more of it.
As for other characters, I tend to draw what I like unless i'm in a mood for another character or I have to draw others as gifts or trades or something. Just depends on how i'm feeling sometimes.
Have old chubby Dash sketch stuff
Oh don't take what I'm saying as telling you what you should draw, draw whatever you feel like man. I was just saying I appreciate that you do both, since other artists once they go biiiiig never really tone it done.
I like both worlds. Seeing a pony go from regular to mondo huge is fun, I just like to see realistic proportions more where I realize like, yeah i could live with that.
Yeah, anything that is chubby and way, way above any thing realistic is tagged "chubby". It's the worst for actually finding chubby ponies.
I'm unsure who the writefag of this story is but I figured I'd post it back here again.
When Princess Cadance stepped off the train to the sight of Canterlot Castle looming overhead, with all of its turrets and spires like the fingers of a great hand reaching out to grab her whole, she had expected to find herself greeted by the sight of the two royal sisters. At the very least she had expected a royal envoy to escort her safely to a more appropriate meeting point. Really, she had expected anything more than being left alone at the station, looking from side to side as if she were some lost filly in an unfamiliar environment.
Eventually her patience subsided and with an irritated flap of her wings, she took to the skies and made her way to the castle where she hoped she might locate the princesses and scold them for their lack of courtesy. It’s not as though she exactly needed assistance making her way from place to place, least of all in Canterlot where she had spent the better part of her life. She had just expected more in the way of manners from the two and their inability to make a prompt appearance was nothing short of disappointing. Certainly enough to earn them a stern berating, that was for sure.
To her surprise, the royal throne room seemed similarly devoid of the two sisters. The guards had directed her here, stating that they were eager to see her. And yet…nothing. Or at least, so she thought.
“It’s good to see you again, Cadance,” a voice suddenly spoke from the shadows. She whipped her head around, her startled heart racing a mile a minute against her breast. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at. The light washed against Princess Luna’s silhouette and Cadance almost thought that she must have been mistaken. She had to do a double take to make sure her eyes weren