Rarity's Morning Workout

Anon 1 wrote up a questionnaire about fat pony preferences, and ended with the eloquently phrased prompt 'WRITE A GODDAMN STORY ABOUT ALL OF IT.'  Anon 2, based be thee, came along and actually responded to the prompt unlike the rest of you goofballs.

Contains Rarity, Ponk, Dose Dragon, voyeurism, vaginas, fapping, exercise, crotchtits, and yoga pants.

With the aid of the telescope he had “borrowed” from Twilight’s room earlier, Spike could see everything going on inside Carousel Boutique from his spot in among the hills. Spike had been planning this little operation for some time now, and now that the moment was finally here, he could feel each and every butterfly in his stomach. This was the morning he would finally do it. He would spy on his crush. Anticipation, as well as a few more deviant feelings swelled within him, an adolescent aphrodisia that would not be quieted until it got its way. He was only a few dozen meters away from his subject’s home- it was risky business, but the peril, that risk of getting caught was what made voyeurism so exciting. In a few words: Spike had never felt more alive. He suppressed an excited squeal. Rarity had finally entered into view.

Ready for her morning workout, Rarity walked out of her bedroom and into the shopfloor of Carousel Boutique, her ponderously large belly swaying as she went. Inside her black, tight-fitting aerobic outfit, her jiggling stomach looked unreal, like a rolling, furious sea of black spandex, sloshing back and forth. Spike swept his telescope over her features, already beginning to feel himself harden. Rarity had gained a whole lot of weight over the winter months, and Spike had observed it all without shedding a tear- he couldn’t have been happier with the newer, larger Rarity. Rarity, oblivious to the show she was putting on, yawned and began to stretch. Her every move taking her spandex to task as it spanned and stretched to wrap around the contours of her tubby figure. She put her head down and leaned back onto her hind legs, giving them a nice stretch. Head down-ass up, her plump behind wobbled in the air for a few savory moments, the spandex around them threatening to tear at any moment. She held the position for a bit, bouncing a little on her knees, her massive, rippling butt bouncing a bit more than the rest of her. It was all too much! She finished stretching and looked back at her ass with a sleepy expression, and patted it gently.. She frowned at it and then sighed a little theatrically as Pinkie Pie followed her out into the shopfloor, prancing along in that awfully cheery way that she will. Pinkie was wearing her own workout gear, that pale yellow and aqua affair Spike had seen many times before. Spike, for some reason, felt a little disturbed by her presence. Pinkie felt more like a friend to him than anything, and spying on her felt extra-wrong somehow. He was here to see his one object of desire, Rarity! Not peep on his friends! Oh well then…

Spike watched as Pinkie and Rarity exchanged words, but he couldn’t hear anything from where he was sitting of course. He could guess they were talking about their coming workout, what muscles they planned to tone up, weight loss plans and so on. He watched as Pinkie teasingly pointed a hoof at Rarity’s enormous teats- it looked as though she was hiding a pair of grapefruits in the groin of her spandex. Pinkie then said something that caused Rarity to stomp her hooves and whine, her enormous thighs rolling and jiggling with the tantrum, much to Spike’s delight. Pinkie seemed amused as well. She put a hoof to her face, laughed and gave the white pony’s behind a jocular slap.


Spike watched the two ponies as they got on with their exercises. First the two of them ran treadmills, though Rarity was left huffy, sweaty and red faced after only a few minutes of activity. Rarity took a long breather, and then they got back to it, starting their calisthenics. Pinkie started with a simple squat exercise, rhythmically bending her hind legs at the hips and knees over the mat. She motioned for her friend to join in. Rarity sighed, heaved herself up off the ground and waddled on over. She then gathered herself for a moment, and then gracelessly plopped her heavy ass down on the mat. She gritted her teeth, grimaced and slowly lifted her great behind off of the mat and into the air with a bounce. Then she gently eased it back down to the ground again, her haunches burning in agony. She went on in this manner for a few minutes, continuing her squats until the mat was slick with pony sweat, and she had collapsed in a heap of lard.

Pinkie stood over her friend. Tsk, tsk , tsk. How was Rarity ever going to lose all of this holiday weight when she kept giving up half-way through every exercise? The pink pony then said as much to the sweaty, red-faced butterball on the ground. Did she even want to lose weight? Pinkie grabbed some spandex along Rarity’s flank with her teeth and rolled her fat body over on to her feet. Rarity’s face, all flushed and sweaty, had a snarling expression that just said, “Leave me the hell alone!” Pinkie was unfazed, however. She wasn't giving up on her yet.


Spike had been lying in his little voyeur’s nest all morning, edging himself and watching as the two ponies ran the gamut of exercises. Jumping jacks- now that was fun to watch. All that jiggling action. He loved seeing Rarity’s plump belly, flanks and teats bounce with each jump. Then there were the lunges, flutter kicks, and calf-raises (basically the two ponies stood on the tippy-toes of their hooves, thrusting their butts in the air), and no more needs to be said about hip raises. Sweet Celestia! It looked like they were finally winding down. Spike had been teasing himself all morning, looking for the right moment to explode at last, preferably near the end of Rarity’s workout session. He took a second to observe Rarity and Pinkie through Twilight’s telescope. This was it. It looked like the last exercise was sit-ups!

This was the worst possible thing. Rarity awkwardly rolled on to her back with all the grace of a pregnant mare. Her chubby hind legs stuck up in the air, but she could barely see them over her blubbery mountain of a gut. Rarity imagined she looked a bit like a stuffed Turkey in this position. Pinkie was really expecting her to do sit-ups? The pink pony grabbed on to her hind legs as Rarity sighed and rested her forelegs on the back of her cute little head. It was time to get started. Rarity focused, straining with everything in her to sit upright. Her face, already sweaty and flushed turned absolutely red with effort and the muscles in her back and belly began to spasm in protest. Some seconds passed. She managed to sit up.


One down.


The hard part over, she tried to gently lower herself back to the mat. Instead she ended up collapsing backwards in exhaustion.


More like half a sit-up really.


“Come on, Rares” Pinkie Pie pleaded. “Just do one more sit-up. Okay? Is that asking a lot? Just one more easy shmeasy sit-up and we are done here…”


Rarity was barely listening. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes all stung with sweat and focused on nothing. She heard something about doing one more sit-up and being done with this whole nonsense and that was just enough to get her going. One more sit-up. Once again she put her forehooves behind her head, while her fat thighs and her back muscles labored in concert to crunch her enormous belly. She strained and she strained, grunts of effort beginning to escape her throat. “YES” she shrieked as she finally sat up, her voice frightening even to herself. Here was triumph.

It seemed to happen in slow motion before Spike’s eyes. Rarity was about to finish her second sit-up, when suddenly her aerobic gear decided it had had enough. A singular moment of horror. As she came back down from the sit-up, a great tear traveled along the midsection of the spandex, and from it burst forth Rarity’s soft, white tummy, undulating wildly with the action.

Pinkie looked on in shock. Rarity had just tried to finish up her second sit up, but her one-piece had suddenly ripped open. Sprawled out before Pinkie was the large, sweaty body of her friend. Her belly heaved with her every breath, finally free from its confines. For what seemed like the first time, Pinkie noticed her friend’s chubby cheeks, like those of a well-fed hamster, red with exertion and stung all over with embarrassment. Her normally perfect hair was messy and drenched with sweat. She looked… kissable. Pinkie couldn't hold back her lust any longer. She bent low and pulled Rarity into a long kiss, which ended with Pinkie feverishly licking the sweat from Rarity’s muzzle, chin and neck. Then she traveled further south to her now exposed belly. Pinkie had always thought it best to keep her desire for bigger mares a secret. What would her friends think about her embarrassing fantasies concerning Mrs. Cake? She put those concerns aside as she gleefully began to play with her friend’s tummy, nuzzling it and lapping up the nectar of her sweat. All of this elicited a deep purr of pleasure from Rarity. Pinkie had always admired the white pony’s voice, which she considered one of her sexiest assets.

Rarity groaned in approval as Pinkie, using only her teeth, ripped away at the spandex around the fashionista’s teats. Due to the cold of her sweat and the cold air inside of the Carousel Boutique, Rarity’s nipples were already hard and sensitive. Her plump legs began to squirm and kick as her friend targeted the nips with her tongue, sucking on them and bouncing the fat, sweaty tits around in her hooves, occasionally picking one up and letting it drop. Rarity’s legs twitched wildly, her wide hips beginning to spasm against the mat below her- her need was becoming almost painful. Pinkie tore away some more at the groin of the spandex… it could always be patched up later. Rarity spread her big fat hind legs, causing her suit to tear even further, exposing her privates to the open air. By this point she was practically thrusting her big bloated ass and winking marehood into Pinkie’s face. The white pony was whining aloud now, begging to be eaten. Pinkie decided to oblige her. She dove deep, burying her muzzle into the fluffy-white of Rarity’s enormous ass cheeks, spreading the two sweaty hams apart with her nose. She took a moment to drink in all the musky, post-workout odors. Pinkie serviced her friend’s slit, drinking up the pony fluids splattering from her fat, winking pussy. Pinkie then wrapped her mouth around the juicy donut of her anus, tonguing it playfully for a while and then going back to work on the dark lips of Rarity’s pony pussy. All this while Rarity was going crazy with heat. The white pony shrieked what seemed like an endless stream of dirty words. Her hips gyrated and humped against the floor. She banged her head against the wall. She screamed at Pinkie to spank her tubby ass. She bit her lip. Her chubby face flushed furiously. Pinkie was just beginning to snack on her pony clit.

“Oh fuck,” Rarity whined. “I’m going to cum. Not yet. Please. Not yet, not yet.” As Rarity approached her little death, Pinkie knew just what to do. She continued licking at a steady rate, neither speeding up nor slowing her tongue’s work until she saw her friend’s sizable thighs clench in climax, her marehood gushing pony juice. Rarity writhed in satisfaction as her good friend continued to lick her even past the point of climax. Here was the decline of sexual excitement, the warm afterglow. Rarity absently rubbed a hoof against her inner thighs. It all felt tortuously good.
Spike sighed with satisfaction and lied down in the wet grass, at once losing all interest in the telescope and the happenings at Carousel Boutique. His face and torso were now splattered with his own cum. There was nothing left to do now but enjoy the afterglow.

“Hey, kid. What do you think you’re doing?”
Spike sprang to his feet in panic, and frantically tried to wipe away the cum from his scales. He reflexively knocked over the telescope- as if that would hide his crime. The Ponyville constable who had cornered Spike frowned deeply. He scratched at his scruffy moustache and searched Spike’s face. Spike looked enviously at the thick, gray moustache and thought about how ridiculous it looked on that pony’s stupid face. Everybody knows moustaches look better on dragons.

“Spike, do you know how serious this is?” the constable motioned a hoof to the telescope and the Boutique just down the hill. He didn't let Spike answer. “My brother was a peeping tom. Got himself caught one day. He lost his family, his self-respect. Even lost his job. Do you want to lose your job, Spike?”

Spike shook his head, unable to say anything or even look the pony in the eyes. He seethed with anger. The cop had no right to infringe on his sexual fantasies like this.

“Besides, Spike,” the constable laughed derisively. “Why’re you looking at ponies? Wouldn't you rather look at, I don’t know, some silly green and purple dragon such as yourself?” His cruel smile faded. “I don’t ever want to see you around Miss Rarity’s home again. I don’t want to have to see you in general.”

Spike met the pony’s eyes.

The constable stared into Spike’s.

Spike wanted to kill him so badly.

As Spike gathered his things and walked away from the scene, he heard the constable shout behind him. “I've got my eyes on you, boy!”

The End