Title:           Slob Sumo Rarity teases Spike (TW: Farts, fat, sweat, B.O.)
Author:          shadowofdreams
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/1kw9igaB
First Edit:      Sunday 6th of September 2015 01:24:50 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 6th of September 2015 01:24:50 PM CDT

Spike rapped on the boutique’s door with his claws, small nails signaling his arrival as he quickly moved back and stood upright. He had been asked by Rarity to come over to help her with… something? Every time she actually said what it was, she would belch or fart, and it was very hard to make out her words. Spike barely cared; with each expulsion he had to brace himself not to breathe too heavily or sound creepy. As he heard the loud footsteps of what could only be one mare, his smile grew wider, and with the opening of the door and rush of noxious stench from inside, Rarity made herself known. “Spike, how great it is to see you!”
Not that it was honestly THAT hard to see her. Her hips and ass alone made her fill up most people’s vision, and even now as she tried to leave the boutique to get to Spike, her ass cheeks left her trapped behind the door. She frowned and turned to her side, loud grunts and sweat forming on her body as she swung her belly to the side, massive gut with sunken in belly button gurgling angrily as it moved. She had just ate her… fourth? Fifth? Depends on how you count her “snacks”, but she had had at least A FEW meals already, and the food inside was already churning around, desperately trying to become more fat, more energy, more gas. She was completely sideways and tried to sidestep out, only to get stuck AGAIN. She wasn’t quiiiite as big sideways as she was with her hips, but her massive beanbag sized ass cheeks and flowing gut definitely made it hard, and she rested her fat sausage fingers on her massive breasts and sighed, which turned to an Italian-scented belch. She just rolled her eyes, staircase chins and huge cheeks jiggling, and turned around to go in farther. “C’mon Spike, just come in! I’m happy to see you!” She put one foot ahead of the other, massive designer mawashi stretching to each side as she waddled.
Spike stood transfixed for a few seconds, still as dumbstruck by the sexy sight of her waddle as he was of her turning action, but he managed to start moving forward. As he hit the boundary between outside and in, his own chubby ass cheeks jiggling in the breeze, the sudden difference in air make up caused him to gag slightly. Rarity had never been super smart with her ventilation, and ever since the new slob trend became big she made it her priority to be the best at it that she could be. That took a few obvious forms, like eating as much as she could and doing stomach stretching exercises, but it led to some more… interesting choices as well, like the current way she refuses to let her air conditioner run or open any windows. “The natural air from my own body is more than enough to keep me at the proper temperature~”, Spike recalled her saying, the beam on her face still in his thoughts. “Plus, this lets the stink REALLY soak in, as well as exercise my sweat glands!”
Spike was pretty sure you couldn’t “exercise” sweat glands, but as his boner twitched again at the stink, he couldn’t argue with the results. He hadn’t been actually inside the boutique in a while, and Rarity had definitely been busy if the pictures on her wall were any indication. She had really found a great niche in the current sumo boom that Equestria was experiencing, having been the only fashion designer both on the ground floor from the originating town of Ponyville AND a sumo herself. Her fashions had taken the sport world by storm, her knack for affordable, utilitarian, yet still tasteful fabrics and designs helped the sport grow in its infancy as mares who would otherwise be off put by the bland uniforms that were usually expected turned her mawashis into statements. It wasn’t that long after Rarity debuted her new lines that Hoity Toity was spotted in an all you can eat buffet wearing it, desperately eating as much as they could to get their body into the correct shape for the new fashion market.
Spike was so lost in thought over these events, in fact, that he didn’t notice as Rarity stopped and grabbed her rose patterned mawashi with her right hand, moving it to the side to expose Spike to her crack. As he continued moving forward, he pushed right into Rarity and slipped into her crack suddenly. He felt the difference as soon as he hit her insides and desperately tried to push back out, but with a sudden clench of her ass cheeks she bent forward, moaning and rubbing her gut before she unclenched and let out a violent, ass shaking FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARTARRRRARRRRTRRRARTTTRRRRRRT. Spike moaned and shot pre right there, the liquid hitting the ground with a soft splut as Rarity’s donut vibrated in front of his face, desperately expelling the noxious fumes as hard as it could. She sighed and stood back up straight, Spike still trying to get his bearings as she grinned to herself. “If you enjoyed that, Spike, I’ve got A LOT more for ya later~”
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