Title:           Scoots, The Wrecking Ball: World-Class Glutton Ch.1
Author:          ProfessorAnon
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First Edit:      Thursday 24th of April 2014 06:27:59 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 24th of April 2014 06:27:59 PM CDT

Scoots, The Wrecking Ball: World-Class Glutton
     
"Are you sure you are ready for this squirt?” Rainbow said as she pushed Scootaloo's bulk along balanced on her boards. "Country Stables is one of the bigger buffet restaurants in Ponyville."
"Don't worry RD; I'm one of the best eaters in Equestria. If it was easy there wouldn't be much fun in the challenge. Besides, I have to keep up my reputation as 'Scoots, The Wrecking Ball'"
     
Scootaloo had gotten that nickname after one of her bouts of competitive eating. Halfway through the pie eating contest Scootaloo was firmly in the lead demolishing the different flavors of pies as they were stacked up in front of her. In 30 minutes she had finished off 23 pies easily beating the 2nd place contestant who had just started his 12th. With a satisfied belch she wiped some pie crust from her mane and made a grab for her 24th pie. As she reached for one of the cherry pies the chair below her was already stressed to the max and gave out sending Scootaloo falling to the ground. Her large ass kept her propped up enough that she could still reach part of the table.
     
She began pulling herself up the table trying to reach the pie, but the cheap wood table would have none of that shit and gave out under her, splitting down the middle. The pies that were left on the table slid down to her sides as she lay there finishing off the cherry pie that tried to get away from her initially. She polished off the other 7 pies that were on what was left of the table and let out a large belch. The competition already worried about the massive filly was completely floored by her display of gluttony. The young girl had eaten more than twice as much as the next closest contestant.
     
Pushing herself up from the wreckage of the table and realizing there wasn't any more pie around her; Scootaloo looked for where to continue her rampage. The audience began chanting her name like a boxer pulling themselves up from the mat ready for another round. Just ahead of her was the table all the pies left to eat were being displayed on. Licking her lips as she sighted her goal, she began pulling and pushing herself closer to the table and all the delicious pies it held for her. With a few grunts and pushes she managed to scoot her way along the ground over to the table.
     
She made her way to the narrow end of the table and she wedged herself with her flanks bulging around the table legs for support. She began pushing herself up from under the table to a more sitting position letting her gut sag out in front of her under the table. As she propped herself up the table legs on both sides of her started creaking as her flanks pushed even harder into them as her belly pushed them outwards, but no one could hear it over the chanting and whistling from the crowd.
     
As she reached up and grabbed the first pie off the table the judges and assistants for the competition were dumbstruck at what was unfolding before them. The obese mareling had already easily won the competition, flattened their furniture, and now looked like she was intent on cleaning out what was left of the pies for the competition. They weren't sure whether to help feed her pies or try to stop her, either way the rest of the contestants had either stopped eating and were watching awe-struck or had forfeit after being clearly outmatched and left. As Scootaloo grabbed another pie cracks along the table's support began to form as the table legs were slowly torqued outwards by her confined thighs.
     
After the she downed a third pie the table legs split outward and the table tipped downward landing with a soft bounce on Scootaloo's stomach, issuing forth a belch from the trapped gas being pushed out. With 15 minutes left in the competition she set about demolishing pie after pie as they were gravity fed down the table onto her belly and right in front of her face. With the pies being delivered right to her face she finished off the remaining 17 pies on the table with a minute to spare.
     
With the crowd whooping and cheering she pushed the table off her belly and tried to stand to wave at the crowd. As she pushed herself up and tried to stand she wobbled from all the extra weight from the pies and toppled forward onto the table. She landed, flattening the table and jostling forth a massive belch from Scootaloo, which surprised even her. After this display the crowd started chanting "Wrecking Ball" as the judges brought over the first place trophy, and helped her up. In an hour she had ploughed through 51 pies, easily eclipsing 2nd place's 16 pies before he quit and shattering the previous record of 33 pies. "After being crowned the undisputed Pie Princess of Equestria, what do you plan to do next?" asked the announcer. Scootaloo replied, "I am probably going to go out with my friends and celebrate." "All that hard work and strenuous eating really worked up my appetite, maybe I will grab something more to eat on my way to meet up with them", she half joked.
####End Prologue####
 
---CH1====
With a few more pushes and grunts, Rainbow Dash rolled Scootaloo into the Country Stables. As the aroma of all the different food on the buffet line hit Scootaloo her mouth immediately begins watering as she thinks of all the food before her. The few ponies who were eating during the mid-day stopped in the middle of their food when they saw the largest mare they had ever set eyes upon being rolled up to a large round table in the middle of the restaurant by Rainbow Dash. The cooks who were aware of her reputation ran back into the kitchen and started preparing more food to bring out for the buffet lines. Scootaloo had paid for 50 all-you-can-eat meals, though she technically only needed one she felt the least she could do for the restaurant is pay for some extra meals for all the food she was about to eat.
     
Parking Scootaloo up against the table, Rainbow Dash set about removing the boards to keep her from rolling around as she ate. As her back board was removed her stomach, which being constantly hungry on the way up to the restaurant and letting out grumbles and bubbles of protest at its lack of food, realized its desire for sustenance was within reach and let out a roaring growl that shook her body. "Oh Tummy, quit being silly you are scaring Rainbow Dash" she said as she rubbed her sides.
     
Rainbow Dash had indeed instinctively backed away; the sound reminded her of the time she was with Fluttershy helping a particularly irate bear with a bee-sting. The other patrons, of whom many had already begun backing away Scootaloo, upon hearing this, quickly slid their tables away from her. "Tummy always gets excited when around lots of food; it's just her way of letting everyone know she needs that food." Tummy gurgled in agreement, and then realized it wasn't getting food yet and let out another longer rumble in case they had missed the first one indicating her need for food. "Fine, Fine, Rainbow Dash could you get me a big plate of mashed potatoes so Tummy will shut up." Rainbow Dash rushed over with a heaping plate of mashed potatoes and gravy. As Scootaloo dug into them her stomach let out a satisfied groan after being fed.
     
Rainbow Dash kept up the delivery of plates piled high with food as Scootaloo devoured them plate by plate. Plates of salad drenched in dressings; stacks of corn on the cob; macaroni and cheese with a side of fried pickles; more plates of mashed potatoes; and all other sorts of food piled high. All of them were devoured by Scootaloo's bottomless appetite. As fast as Rainbow Dash could load up a plate and bring it over the contents of the last plate were cleaned off and she would be ready for the next one.
 
After 20 or so plates Scootaloo grabbed two pitchers of soda and chugged them to wash down the food. Her stomach gurgled and she let out a few hiccups as the soda churned with all of the food. Finally a burp ripped free and continued for a good 20 seconds before settling down and having her dig back into the food. After this display most of what remained of the customers cleared out, either in disgust or because they were pretty sure they wouldn't be getting any more food today. The few remaining admirers went to go get autographs, between the plates of food they helped RD bring over, before they headed out too.
 
Having finished off over 50 plates of food her sides were definitely squishing out more as she packed on the layers of fat from all the food. The floor creaked and the boards below her splintered as she continued to bulge up in weight. At this point the chefs found no reason to waste plates and simply brought the fresh buffet trays directly to Scootaloo's table.
 
With the fresh piles of food being brought out for her she dug in with renewed vigor. Seizing a tray of fresh macaroni she began to dig in leaving an even bigger mess on her bib of a chin. Freed from her duties of plate fetching, Rainbow Dash sat down against Scootaloo's bulging sides as she downed another tray full of food. Leaning against her, Rainbow Dash could hear, even through the layers of fat, Scootaloo's stomach churning and digesting the onslaught of food almost as fast as she could put it away.
 
Downing a tray of fried cucumbers Scootaloo groaned and started rubbing her front.
"Ughh, I don't think that last tray of eggplant is sitting so well. Could you give my sides a good rub, please?" looking to Rainbow Dash.
"Sure thing squirt." The nickname had lost meaning quite a while ago but Dash still called her that.
Kneading deep into her rolls of fat she could feel the pressure building up as the food was being broken down. A few times a large blorp was heard as the food shifted around from the kneading. With a last push her stomach released all the pent up gas in one monumental burp. The stacked plates on the table rattled under the sound and Rainbow Dash's ears were left ringing as the decibels blasted through the buffet.
"Ohh—urp—Sorry Rainbow Dash, I didn't know it was going to be that bad." giggled Scootaloo.
 
The cooks peering out to see that the orange blob had, in fact, not just exploded in their restaurant, began to worry about their food stocks. They had enough potatoes left for maybe 3 more full trays. Between the other deserts and various foods they had enough for 20 trays of food but she had already cleared out 23 trays and was licking the pan on another one. With not much hope left for filling the mare up they brought out another 3 trays for her as they fired up the fryer again to deep fry anything that was left, from cheese cakes to battered apples. If they were going to run out of food, at least she would enjoy every fattening bite of what was left deep fried in oil.
 
As Scootaloo ploughed through more trays of potatoes and macaroni she saw the cooks bringing out the piles of fried treats her mouth watered in between bites of gravy covered potatoes. Quickly finishing the trays and swigging down a draught of soda she dug into the fried treats. Everything was fried in a thin buttery crust which melted together with its contents. Sweet juicy berries, crisp apples and stuffed vegetables of all varieties were savored and popped into her maw. Her previous breakneck pace of demolishing the food was now slowing down. Not only to savor the delicious food, but her stomach was getting exhausted from the constant digestion.
 
Winding down the last few trays the restaurant had laden with deserts of cakes, pies, cheesecakes and fritters, all topped with ice cream, Scootaloo had been reduced to savoring each, one at a time. With the deserts the staff brought over the tub of liquid chocolate for the fountain and attached a tube to it giving it to Scootaloo. Even though they had run out of soda, she would at least have something to wash down the last of the food. As she made it to the last tray her stomach groaned in pain and rejection of the food packed into it, but Scootaloo ate against the pain with her goal clearly in sight.
 
Finishing it off and chugging the last few gallons of chocolate Scootaloo let out a long sigh. She was finally done; there was no more food in the restaurant for her to eat. It hadn't been easy as her stomach groaned more in pain against its stuffed contents. Congratulating Scootaloo Rainbow Dash set about helping the staff clean up and wiping up Scootaloo's splattered front side. Realizing how much food she went through Scootaloo paid up for another 100 meals to help out with the costs and a healthy tip for all of the staff for their excellent service, particularly in the odd circumstance. For now though she needed a break to finish off all of the food she had eaten and Rainbow Dash needed to call in some help to get her out of the restaurant.
 
     
//######End CH1#######