>Anonymous once again
>It's Winter in Ponyville
>A fine sheet of snow covers the little town, turning the place into a cozy picture postcard landscape
>You're working as an assistant to Ponyville's premiere seamstress, Rarity
>The Winter months have made a strange shift in the world of Pony Fashion
>...Or so you've heard
>Whatever the case, Rarity's been packing on the pounds to model herself for a new Winter line for mares of "fuller figure"
>You hear that some of her friends have objected to this, but she cares not
>You admire her dedication to her craft...
>...In fact, you've spent a couple of nights "admiring" her, especially her billowing belly and her soft, milky thighs
>You do your best to keep your composure at work, though
>You just know Rarity would find it "uncouth" to rub one out in the Boutique
 
>One particularly chilly day
>You've finished sorting out fabrics, as well as setting out some of the latest "Frolicking Flurry" outfits
>You peep into the workshop to let Rarity know
>She's not there
>You don't need a moment's thought to know where she is
>She's upstairs, making a few "adjustments"
>Apprehensively, you head up the stairs
>Sure enough, you hear the sounds of ladylike munching, interspersed with hums and ahs
>You find Rarity in a personal dressing room, where she's measuring her tummy in front of a full length mirror
>A small box from Sugarcube Corner rests on a nearby end-table
>Miss Rarity?
>"EEK!"
>She almost pops out of her skin, but her weight instead makes her flop to the floor
>"Anonymous! Weren't you ever told to knock?!"
>Sorry, you tell her
>She gets up, dusting herself off and trying to make herself look dignified
>"Well...I suppose if you're here, you're finished with stocking and the displays?"
>You nod, trying your best to suppress your boner
>"Ah, good. I'm already looking forward to the launch of my new Winter designs!"
>She takes her place at the mirror again, popping a bonbon in her mouth and wrapping the measuring tape round her belly again
>You watch, unable to tear your eyes away from her ministrations
>"Hmm...Hearth's Warming will be here soon...bringing with it all the celebrations and treats...Pinkie will probably be unveiling her latest confection at Sugarcube Corner...
>"...And there will be all the mares letting go of their inhibitions...Sporting ample bellies and wider flanks...My outfits must compliment the holidays...But..."
>She suddenly noticed you haven't left, her face snapping back to you
>"Still here? Did you have something else to say?"
>Oh boy...
>You stammer out that perhaps some outfits could accentuate their weight in different ways, rather than concealing it
>"Oh? Really?"
>She looks like she's about to tell you off, but then stops herself
 
>"Then again...there are plenty of stallions here with...rubenesque tastes...Perhaps..."
>She grabs a sketchpad from the floor in her magic, scribbling down some notes and potential designs
>"Yes...yes...YES! This could work perfectly! With the right warm fabrics and colors, and tasteful designs.."
>"Oh, thank you, Anonymous! This is just what the Frolicking Flurry line needs!"
>Rarity leaps up and hugs you, and you feel a cold sweat as her soft, marshmallow belly smooshes against your crotch
>"Well! I think that accounts for everything for the day, don't you?"
>You nod, too dumbfounded for words
>After an awkward pause, you suggest that you take an early leave
>"Hmm...I suppose you've earned it, but before you leave, could you do me one more favor?"
>Sure, you answer, what sort?
>"Well, I've been stressed lately, as I'm worried on whether all this.."
>She pauses to slap her belly
>"...Would pay off."
>You gulp nervously
>"So, before you leave..."
>She flops onto a nearby couch, spreading her legs and pushing out her tummy
>"...Would you be a dear and rub my tummy?
 
>Oh shit
>You almost collapse in embarrassment, yet you stay composed
>"Well, Anonymous?"
>You stammer out a response vaguely translating to "Okay"
>You gently place your hands on Rarity's belly, tracing circles with your palm
>Funnily enough, it doesn't feel like marshmallow. Rather, a squishy hill covered in a light fluff
>Even when she's twenty pounds overweight, she's still fabulous
>"Mmm...You ca-caaaan rub haarder than that..."
>You resist overwhelming urge to drop your pants and concentrate on her belly
>...Her incredible, soft, warm, sensuous belly
>Your hands explore the expanse of Rarity's tummy, pressing down at regular intervals, relishing how it quivers and squishes under your palm
>"Yes~...That's the ticket~..."
>As you rub, Rarity floats over another treat from the box
>But instead of popping it in her mouth, she offers it to you
>"Keep it up...You...I...Ohhh!"
>A grin spreads across your face as you lean in, hunching over the plump pony
>The two of you are so into the bellyrub that neither of you notice a door slamming downstairs
>"Oh...Anonymous, daaaarling..."
>"Rarity?!"
>Both of you yelp, your hands flying off Rarity and into your pocket
>There was Sweetie Belle, standing mouth agape in the doorway
>"Oh, Sweetie Belle...I forgot you were here for your new Winter apparel! Anonymous, be a dear and fetch them, please?"
>Trying your best not to look awkward, you retrieve Sweetie's new outfit (a warm cap plus a scarf and boots) from a nearby shelf
>"There you are, Sweetie! Now run along! We still have much to do!"
>"Um...okay. Thanks, Sis."
>You wave goodbye as Sweetie trots out
>Suddenly, Rarity tugs at your collar in her magic
>"This never happened. If you tell anypony else, you're as good as fired."
>Sighing, you agree
>"Good! Now..."
>She spreads her legs again, revealing her wonderful belly again
>"...Where were we?"