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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Fat_Pony_Visits_Zebrica">A Fat Pony Visits Zebrica</span><a href="A_Fat_Pony_Visits_Zebrica#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Fat Pony Visits Zebrica" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Double Cream, fattest pony in town.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not fattest equine, on a technical point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason Princess Celestia chose Ponyville to host the Ambassador of Zebrica on a state visit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something about rustic charm, seeing the real working ponies of Equestria, etc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turns out the Ambassador couldn't give a fuck about seeing working ponies, and decided to crash with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a reputation for gluttony, and she can relate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your professional experience in the subject, this mare is a fucking fatass and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She showed up two weeks ago being carried on a palanquin by four beefy zebra stallions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Took one look at you and busted this rhyme:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello from Zebrica, Double Cream, I am Zakia and here's my scheme. For a month on your couch I'll sit my ass, pay for all our food and gain some more mass, I'm here to laze with a fellow glutton, to clear out buffets and burst strained buttons, so give me a grin and put off any doubt, 'cause I'll make you look slim while we both pig out!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Asked her if she was going to always speak in rhymes, and if she was serious about paying for all the food while she was staying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughed. The answer to the first was fuck no. The answer to the second was fuck yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The past two weeks you two have been becoming BBFFFs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Big Bloated Fatass Friends Forever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've gained weight at a ridiculous pace even for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every night you lapse into a food coma feeling stretched to your limit, and every morning you wake up feeling heavier, jigglier, and ready for more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;True to her word though, you're the 'slim' one. At least you can still waddle around and do everyday tasks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without Zakia's muscle bros coming to pick her up, she's confined to your spacious living room and reinforced couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They've come around today, because the Princess of Friendship has requested her presence at the castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wants to ask about the pony friends she's made, so she's taking you along, naturally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This oughtta be good.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feel awkward being carried by palanquin to the castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia wouldn't hear of you walking. The idea of actually exerting energy beyond eating offends her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your four zebra muscle bros seem happy carrying you though. You're a lightweight next to the load they usually haul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which, Zakia's ahead of you, giving you a perfect view of her stripey ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stripes perfectly outline the contours of her body, every rolling curve and bulge artfully on display.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The zebra's body is a testament to years of experience glutting on only the finest foods across the known world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponies are definitely staring as the congregation trots its way to the crystal treehouse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front doors open by magic, and a coltish voice calls out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Announcing Ambassador Zakia of Zebrica, and Double Cream of Ponyville!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The voice belongs to Spike the Dragon, who is gazing up at Zakia as if she's a tidal wave of fat about to crash over her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For once you're not the most obvious pony in the room to stare at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Twilight Sparkle is stood in the centre of the hall with her friends, smiling obliviously as if she's just pulled off some difficult math problem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash is giving Zakia the look she usually reserves for you. Not disgust, it's more like she's in permanent shock that anypony could be heavier than just 'off-season'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack has her revulsion written all over her face. You don't think it's that you're fat, it's just you two are so unashamed in your laziness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity has the polite, sculpted expression of neutrality that comes from having to fit plus-sized ponies. Who knows what she really thinks?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy looks like she's been up all night. She vacantly stares at you like she's ready to drop unconscious on your belly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You honestly prefer Fluttershy's ambivalence to your weight to Pinkie Pie's&quot; enthusiasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's looking Zakia up and down with a distinct twinkle in her eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A predatory look you recognise all too well.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turns out Princess Twilight has a bit more on her mind this evening than wining and dining with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though damn can that mare put on a spread when she wants to. The table is groaning under the weight of all the food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everypony and dragon is sat around the table, but Zakia and you get couches to spread your fat asses over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sit at Zakia's right hoof, opposite Spike who looks bored to tears and miserably hungry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight keeps prompting him for more lists of facts and schedules and other diplomatic bullshit every time he tries to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Save Spike some gem pies and crystal cakes. You had family that cut down on your eating habits too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Try to remember your table manners and actually use a fork while eating. It's slow going, but at least it keeps your face clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finish your seconds while everypony's still halfway through their firsts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lean back, rubbing your belly as you listen to Zakia talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The zebra has an uncanny ability to eat everything and keep holding a conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her swollen striped rolls are pushing against the couch she's so wide. She's wearing a few gold rings on her forelegs for the special occasion, and they're pinching into her blubber. She even has a gold navel ring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dinner and a show, lucky you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Which is why I think Double Cream is the best suited to adapting to Zebrican culture, and most likely to be received well as an emissary from Your Royal Highness.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blink. Wait, what? Backtrack a little, you zoned out fantasizing. Zakia is looking at you with reassuring smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grin back. She's expecting you to agree with something. You don't know what, but you're not letting your friend down.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, totally!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia thumps the table with a pudgy hoof, rattling the perfectly lined cutlery into disarray. Twilight looks miffed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then it is settled. Tomorrow, we travel to Zebrica! Our welcome feasts are legendary, you will feel right at home my friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nod politely, and pour yourself more wine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck did you just sign up for?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grab Spike's attention as you waddle from the dining room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not hard to get him alone, Twilight is busy magically widening the door to Zakia's guest bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She got stuck in the couch after dessert, and you got too flustered to help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Give Spike the food you stashed in the tablecloths while Twilight wasn't looking. He beams up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, thanks Double Cream. Twilight says I shouldn't have too many gems, but&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike scarfs down the pies whole. Damn. Remember never get into an eating contest with a dragon.</span><br />&quot;So uh, what exactly is the plan they were talking about? Some of the details kinda went over my head.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike swallows loudly and belches green flame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight's been trying to convince Celestia to send ponies to Zebrica for ages. Friendship between zebras and ponies is near non-existent outside of official diplomacy. Celestia's been reluctant though, she says most ponies that visit Zebrica never return.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feel a chill run down your back.</span><br />&quot;Wh-why? Is it dangerous?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your combat experience is right up there with your dieting experience. You're in trouble. Spike scratches his spines and shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I don't think so. I think the lifestyle just disagrees with them somehow. But Zakia seems to think you can handle it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lifestyle? The only two zebras you've met are a crazy jungle witch and a state official big enough for her own zip code.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank Spike, and slouch off to your guest bedroom to sleep off the meal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shove open the door with your flabby shoulder, yawning. You're beat already, and all you did today was eat and not pay attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Equestrian hero, right here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back up as you spot Pinkie bouncing on the bed.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, wrong room!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not the wrong room, and you both know it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Double Cream! I was wondering if you could do me an eensy-weensy itty-bitty-tiny-li'l-ol'-favour? Y'see, I got a friend with a problem&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Raise eyebrow.</span><br />&quot;A 'friend', huh? Does this friend need help eating <span class="nu0">200</span> pounds of rock candy again?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Double Cream, comfiest snuggle partner in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turns out Pinkie Pie really did have a friend with a problem. What else would she have meant?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy looking half-dead at dinner? Yeah, the last twenty-four hours have been rough for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The details escaped your tired brain, but from what you got, as close as Fluttershy is to her pony friends, sometimes a mare just needs to snuggle with the closest pony that approximates the size and weight of a bear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A very sick bear that Fluttershy is missing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever. This mare a cute, and you don't care what anypony thinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lie on your back, giving Fluttershy as much belly mattress as she needs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feel tremors as she squeezes your love handles with her slender forelegs, sobbing gently and apologizing over and over into your chest fluff.</span><br />&quot;Hey. Hey, now. Shhh, Shhh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stroke down her back with one pudgy hoof. Is it weird for ponies that are just acquaintances to do that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah. Fluttershy's the most innocent pony you know, and you wouldn't spoil the moment.</span><br />&quot;It's okay, Fluttershy. Let it all out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy smooshes her tear-soaked face into your soft chest and gives out the quietest scream you've ever heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrap your chubby legs around her quivering form protectively. You're a heavy anchor for her to hold onto. You're a big pony. For her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sobs peter out into the rise and fall of steady breathing, and the quiet snuffling noises she makes as she sleeps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a pony as cuddly as you, it's not often you get to hold anypony. Is it even okay to enjoy this? Fluttershy's emotionally vulnerable, not after the thrilling company of Double Cream. Nopony ever is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you found out Zakia wanted to take you to Zebrica, you didn't beg to stay in Ponyville. It wasn't like you'd be leaving behind tons of admirers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feel the heartbeat of the mare draped over your belly, and pretend for a while she's closer than a friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess it wasn't just Fluttershy that needed comforting tonight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Double Cream, Equestrian Ambassador. You're not used to sounding important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gaze slack-jawed like a tourist as you're carried along with Zakia through the Zebrican capital, Mareobi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like Canterlot but not built into the side of a cliff. The streets are spacious, and though the architecture look like something out of Daring Do, the place is just as modern as any city in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check out all the zebras you see on the way. Part of you expected them to all be either fatasses or muscle bros.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's more variation in body sizes than with ponies, but Zakia is still the heaviest you've seen by far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It seems it's fashionable for the mares to have wider hips and flanks, and the stallions, whether muscly or not, have at least some belly jiggling as they trot past.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia stops to show you all her favourite cafes as you progress slowly up the main street, enjoying the rows of palm trees shading you from the sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zebras prefer piles of cushions as seats rather than fragile, uncomfortable chairs. You approve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every caf&quot; owner knows Zakia by name and treats her like a lifelong friend. They seem to love you just as much, you guess you're exotic to them. Just like you never see zebras, they never see ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course it's only polite to eat at each caf&quot;, and there' so many new foods to try.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia doesn't even get off her palanquin, her carriers just put her down next to the table to eat, then pick her back up when all the plates are empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you reach the Royal Palace, you're grateful for your zebra muscle bros. You're so full you can barely heave yourself from the palanquin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait in the throne room for the&quot; Zebra King? Chief? El Presidente?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gave you notes on the Zebrican government, maybe you should have looked at anything other than food and stripey asses, genius.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The guards all snap to attention as a door at the far end opens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Take a deep breath, and hold in any sudden belches. Time to make a good first impression.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through the ranks of spear-wielding zebra guards comes a plump looking young stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wears gold rings in his ear and base of his tail, and a golden peytral like Princess Celestia's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh. Totally was expecting a landwhale twice Zakia's size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Try to bend your forelegs to bow, but your straining gut is having none of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Belch loudly. Well, it was nice being taken seriously for all of five seconds. Back to being the punchline of the fat joke that is your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stallion nods his head graciously as you, features unreadable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Double Cream, if I may suppose, do not feel troubled or morose, for if it was you that Zakia chose, then no amount of excess adipose, nor any belching be so grandiose, for Prince Zahiri to turn up his nose!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not bad, but it takes you a moment to piece it all together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia clears her throat politely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, Your Royal Highness. Double Cream's cool, you don't have to do that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The young zebra's composed expression breaks into a relieved grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, that saves me a headache. My welcome still stands though, Double Cream. Don't worry about etiquette, I've seen it all from Zakia already.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia mutters under her breath. &quot;He's just as bad.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm honoured to represent the Princess of Friendship in your court, Prince Zahiri. I, uh, hope we can bring ponies and zebras closer together.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stellar speech, Twilight Sparkle quality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope your stay will mend the rift between our societies. It's strange how something as trivial as food portions can have such a colossal effect on our relations.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Food portions. Colossal effect. You see where this is going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Assume the rest of the afternoon and evening will be spent on boring negotiations and talking about harmony and stability, etc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Haha, of course not. This is your life, fatass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The afternoon is spent being measured for formal Zebrican dinner attire while both Zakia and Prince Zahiri constantly imply that you'll need a robe a few sizes too big as 'growing room'.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eating with Zakia was overindulgence. Eating with Princess Zahiri is exorbitant excess in exaggeration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing has been restrained or held back, with the exception of your stomach underneath the buttons of your robe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's tureens and cauldrons of soup and thick stews that make your mouth water, there's cheese platters and breads still warm from the ovens, there's exotic fruits arranged in crystal bowls, wines and beers in gold coolers overflowing with crushed ice, there's pies and rolls and some weird stuff wrapped in parcels of leaves and Celestia's cellulite-ridden flank look at all the fucking FOOD. And you know they're preparing to spring dessert on you after you've stuffed yourself with all this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia must have told Prince Zahiri your one weakness. Your inability to say no when there's food right in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whimper, look at Zakia who is grinning like a fucking winner.</span><br />&quot;I'm gonna get fat, aren't I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia reaches to put a reassuring hoof on your thick shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your destiny, Double Cream. Pretty sure it's destiny. Might also be payback for staring at my flank all the time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks so fucking pleased with herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Prince Zahiri enters, and sits at the head of the table. This is the signal for you to plonk your chunky haunches on a cushion. Zakia of course is already draped across a pile of cushions as if even sitting would exhaust her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do hope you enjoy this feast, Double Cream, which was made in your honor. There is a superstition in my court that the success of a diplomatic mission can be measured by how well-fed the ambassador is.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surrender what little sense of moderation you had, and give in to making a complete pig of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Technically, you weren't even that hungry. But you could still eat, and boy did Zakia and Zahiri make sure you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No cutlery, no conversation, just chewing, gulping, belching and happy fat horse noises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A meal fit for a whole court disappears down your throat.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lie on your side, trying to keep your pained groans quiet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Halfway through dessert your buttons popped off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had just stopped to catch your breath, and realised you couldn't relieve the tightness around your swollen midsection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You usually undo buttons with your teeth, but you couldn't really bend that far without putting uncomfortable pressure on your belly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd just taken a deep breath to calm down from all the gorging, and suddenly the pressure was gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Prince Zahiri couldn't stop staring. Apparently Zebrica's government is run by chubby-chasers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The buttons sprung right off your taut barrel and rolled out of sight never to be seen by you again. So now you're half-undressed, presenting your overfilled and overburdened lump of a body to the Prince of Zebrica while your best friend and fat asshole Zakia is shaking like striped jelly trying not to laugh into her milk cake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Prince Zahiri taps his hooves together, and a couple of servants trot forward to either side of you. They're too slender to carry you, but with a nod from Zahiri, you understand what their job is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of them, a mare and a stallion, start massaging your stomach, kneading into your fat where it's softest, and caressing you gently where you feel the most stretched and heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Roll your eyes back as the itching sensation of being overfilled seems to fade into a pleasant, warm heaviness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Helplessly slump into the cushions, and watch Zahiri finish the leftovers of dessert.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He eats with the careless gluttony of a youth who hasn't realised his metabolism is slowing down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the servants clear the table, he swaggers over to you, grunting with each labored step swaying his taut belly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And so I return the hospitality&quot; uurrp&quot; you showed Zakia in your home, Double Cream. Rest assured, under my roof you will never go hungry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Under his roof you doubt you'll ever go so much as mildly sated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're drunk and stuffed silly. The last thing you remember is his smiling face.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weeks and months fly by in a haze of decadent dinners and important lunches in every notable establishment in Mareobi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't feel like much diplomatic work gets done, but Zakia reassures you that such things move slow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much like you. The first few weeks you could roll yourself out of bed in the mornings, waddle your way downstairs and hang out in the kitchens with the staff, snacking a bit before the real breakfast was ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the evening, you could barely drag yourself back to your room, and even heaving your bulk back onto the bed was a chore until some thoughtful servant put a stool next to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then one morning you stumbled and nearly broke a leg falling over, and that was it, no more stairs for Double Cream, by order of the Prince. The kitchen staff started sending you an early breakfast in bed to make up for it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So without even the mildest of exercise, your ability to waddle slowed to a heavy sort of stomping shuffle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thighs smooshed together, and your knees pushed into your rippling underbelly with each step, the motion of which set your whole barrel wobbling and shaking like the swell of an ocean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you can't even drag yourself from one comfy pile of cushions to another. After breakfast, your zebra muscle bros arrive with your palanquin, and with much grunting and straining of their toned limbs, roll you onto it. Then it's off to more meals, in-between meals, and having your ballooning ass stared at by various Zebrican officials, most notably the Prince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zakia couldn't be smugger that you're as much a showpiece of gluttony as she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have your friendship, and you both pig out together and rib each other about the various embarrassing moments you've shared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Prince Zahiri does most of the actual work in the royal court. He acts like an airhead and a gossip, but he knows how to get what he wants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You send Twilight letters on your friendship with the zebras.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most friendship problems are resolved with food.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A year to the day, Twilight and her friends visit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be a little nervous, you only got this extended vacation courtesy of Twilight's quest to befriend everything with a pulse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sit on Prince Zahiri's left on a giant cushion. Zakia is on the Prince's right, her forelegs neatly folded across the vast tub of her barrel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hear her shallow, wheezing breaths struggling against her own crushing weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Prince himself squirms a little on the throne, his state robes barely restraining the widening ass and rounding gut he's been trying to ignore all year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still looks like a skinny colt next to you though. Your belly outgrew your chubby little hooves a long time ago. Servants feed you, clean you, brush your fur and push their forelegs into your flab elbow-deep to give your stomach massages. The only exertions you ever make are with your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's face lights up when she recognises you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash on the other hand looks beyond shocked at all the soft stripey bodies around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably thinks there's a contagious fat plague.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie's drooling, and food hasn't even been served yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Welcome, Princess Twilight Sparkle, and friends. I look forward to treating you to the hospitality of my home, which your Ambassador can attest is second to none.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Prince Zahiri boasts, waving a hoof at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grin evilly.</span><br />&quot;You'll love it here guys. Just so you know, the success of diplomatic missions depends on how well-fed you are. That's an important Zebrican tradition.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Servants begin wheeling out trolleys loaded with food, and the tables are set for a grand welcoming feast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie, Twilight and Spike look delighted. The others look a little worried. But it's too late to turn down Zebrican hospitality now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everypony bar Spike struggles to keep up, and by dessert half of them are in food comas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Open your mouth, let the servants feed you a meal larger than what the Mane Six just tried to eat together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be smug fat horse.</span><br />&quot;You guys have got a long way to go.&quot;</div></div>




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