Get Cutter Get Butter 2.5

>"Could you explain the mechanics of this movement again?"
"Twilight."
>"I know that I have to bend my knees but at what degrees do I have to bend them?"
"Twilight."
>"And is there a optimum amount of air that I need to breath in for each rep? Or maybe there's a certain technique to the breathing that will help me with the exercise?"
>You scratched your chin as you looked down at Twiggles
>...
>She was trying
>No matter what she was trying, Anon, and that was the first step
>The purple princess smiled up at you with the innocence of a new born babe
> You could SMELL the normie on her
"Twilight... You know that you're just stretching right?" you carefully asked. "We're just doing this so you can get warmed up."
>"Oh, I KNOW," Twiggles said with a giggle, waving a hoof. "But there has to be a way that I can do these stretches in the best way right? I mean I've only read a little bit on the subject but what I've found--"
>You looked away from the Princess of Friendship toward the dumbbell rack
>Rainbow and Applejack were standing in front of the mirror, wildly flailing the heaviest weights that they could get their grubby little hooves on as they eyed each other like the closet lesbians that they were
>...
>They were going to pull something
>They were going to pull something and someone was going to have to get an ice pack or possibly take a trip to the doctors...
>You looked away from those two dummies to where you had some treadmills sitting
>There was Mrs. Rarity on one of your machines
>The fashionista had her treadmill on the lowest setting, trying to chat with a few of the stallions standing around the power racks that she was near
>More like flirting that talking, but, to your pride, the stallion's completely ignored her
>"--And, though Clean and Snatch's hypothesis might not be as tested as I would like, it seems to have some real--"
>Your nose scrunched up as you looked back down at Twilight for a half-second
>She was still talking?

>...Jesus Christ...
>Shaking your head, you looked over toward where you kept the weight balls and other, larger gym equipment
>Somehow, in the minute and a half since you looked at her, Pinkie had managed to make this... contraption out of medicine balls, logs, and two barbells
>You had no idea what the hell it was for but you didn't like that look in Pinkie's eyes...
>You didn't like it one little bit
>And from the looks of the other gym patrons they didn't like it all that much either
"Pinkie! Put that shit back where you found it!" you yelled from across the gym
>"Aw! But I was going to start the fire!"
"I'm going to light a fire under your ass if you screw up my gym equipment you little horse!"
>Almost everyone in the gym sighed in relief as Pinkie, with a disappointed groan, began to deconstruct the monstrosity that she had created
>...
>"--I know that Sheepish monks of the Highlands like to use the Bahamian method to relax the joints but--"
"Twilight, fuck up for a goddamn minute," you finally snapped, your nose scrunching up when you couldn't find the last pain in your ass that you had unwillingly let loose amongst your people
>Where the hell was Flutter--
>Oh, there she was
>Flutter-butter was laying on a mat near one of the only windows that you had in this big ass room
>The pegasus looked like she was attempting push ups, her widdle nose scrunched up in concentration as she tried to pick herself back up with both her hooves and her wings
>She wasn't really getting anywhere, more wiggling than anything else, but like Twilight she was trying
>Trying her little heart out
>You awed quietly
>Don't give up lil' Flutters...
>Someday you'll make it...
>You scratched your chin as you looked back down at Twilight, the only one who had decided to stretch with you
>To be fair neither of you had gotten all that much stretching done, what with Twilight and all of her fucking questions, but fuck it
>Time to throw this little horse to the lions
>The iron lions

"Alright, Twiggles, I think we got enough stretching done. Why don't you go and get the rest of your little buddies so we can start these lessons?"
>Twilight blinked
>"...But Anon, you still haven't answered any of my questi--thmp!"
"Go and get your friends before I pop a blood vessel, Spackle," you said, keeping your hand firmly clamped around her muzzle. "PLEASE."
>Jesus Zyzz Christ...

"Urgh!"
>Be Time Turner
>"HAH! One, two, thre. Breath, breath, breath. HAH! Push it! PUSH IT!"
>You were spending your Thursday morning participating in your third favorite activity: that being lifting heavy objects, usually of the metallic variety
"Hah! Big as a bear! BIG AS A BEAR! HAH!"
>At that moment you were on one of the many deadlifting platforms playing the most dangerous game of all
>The deadlifting game
"Hah! Get it up! GET. It. Up. COLT!"
>A puff of chalk hit you square in the face as you slammed a chalky hoof against your chest
>There was a thin sheen of sweat coating your body as you stood over what was soon going to be your new max
>You were also breathing pretty heavily, your eyes bugged out and your expression crazed
>Ever since you had woken up this morning you had been getting ready for this lift
>You had yourself a VERY hearty breakfast, you took a FAR more preworkout than the equine body could properly handle, and your bedazzled lifting belt looked REALLY good in this lighting
>You were ready
>...
>You were ready, and for some reason you could see EVERYTHING
> Dat preworkout tho'
>Growling to yourself, you got into position, gripping onto the bar as hard as you could
"Come on! COMEON! Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!"
>You jerked the bar, causing it to bend slightly as the weight resisted you
>Yeah...
>YEAH!
>This was just what you needed after a whole week of getting bugged by your mares about not making them breakfast in the morning anymore!
"Come one! Shark week! Red balloon! Alfalfa! Stingray!"

>What? Couldn't they make breakfast themselves?!
>You already made them lunch and dinner-- and did a FINE job of it thank you very much-- and didn't get so much as a thank you from ANY of them!
>You grunted again, a snarl on your face as you jerked at the bar
>Couldn't you just have a little time to yourself in the morning?
>Couldn't your mares get off their lazy flanks every once in a while and cook for themselves?
>You've seen them cook before; you KNOW that they can do it
>So was it too much to ask if they just made their OWN breakfast?
>Was that REALLY too much to ask?
>Was it?
>WAS IT?!
>[angry swole stallion noises]
>You took a deep breath, your dilated eyes staring at the small orange goblin from across the room, and you tighten up your body
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"HHHHAAAAAAAAA--"
>"Howdy, Turner!"
>Your roar of triumph turns into a yelp of surprise as somepony up and slaps you on the back
>The bar, which you had been griping so tightly how were you even doing that? You didn't even have hooves yo... slipped out of your hooves
>Your weight SLAMMED against the platform as you stumbled backward
>...
>The moment was gone
>YOU WERE ABOUT TO MAX OUT AND NOW THE MOMENT WAS GONE!
>THERE WAS NO BUCKING WAY THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET IT UP NOW!"
>Gritting your teeth, you spun around to see who would be STUPID enough to interrupt somepony while they were in the middle of a lift; a lift that was VERY dangerous if not fully focused on it
>"Whoo howdy! That sure it a lotta weight! Are ya sure ya can pick something like that up?!"
>Your anger diminishes somewhat as you stare at the smiling, oblivious face of Applejack
"...Applejack?" you muttered, your nose scrunching up
>Applejack smiled that country smile of her's that her and her whole family were so, so good at

>A smile that, even now, brought a bit of a smile to your face
>Not much of one, the bucking filly just RUINED your lift, but it was still there
>"Ah just wanted ta come 'ver and say hello since I saw ya over here, Turner," Applejack said, nudging you. "Big Mac also wanted me ta tell ya that he'd be more 'an happy ta go ta that wine thingy in Manehattan with ya, so I figured I'd mosey on over an' tell ya!"
>...
>Awesome!
>That meant--
>...Wait a minute...
>This filly darn near killed you over that?!
>Mac could have told you that himself later today!
>She didn't need to risk your SPINE over that!
>But
>BUT...
>You knew Applejack
>While she was a looker she didn't have all that much going on in the cute little noggin of her's
>She probably didn't even realize what she did to you, the country bumpkin that she was...
>100% mad reduced to 50% mad
"Well, that's great, Applejack, but--"
>"Hey, Turner! Watch this!"
>You turned your head to look back at your weight
>There, straining with all of her might to pick up the weight, was Rainbow Dash
>"Yeah... I'm gonna... lift this weight... so bucking... good!"
>A noise escaped Rainbow's throat that sounded almost like a pained whine, her wings desperately flapping
>She...
>She...
>She was going to REALLY hurt herself...
>You took a step back, concern coming to your face when you noticed how curled the pegasi's back was
>...
>Okay...

>First Applejack appears and now Rainbow?
>You don't remember seeing these fillies ever coming to this gym before...
"Um... Rainbow? Maybe you should take some of the weights off to warm up before you start lifting that much weight? You know, so you don't hurt yourself?"
>Seeing that she wasn't able to pick up the weight, Rainbow then tried her hoof at pushing the weight
>While the plates that you had on your bar were ROUND she seemed to be doing a VERY poor job of it
>Pegasi be light yo
>"Nah... I got... I bucking got... this," Rainbow grunted, pushing with all of her might. "I got this SO... bucking much..."
>...
>You stood there for a moment as a certain feeling began to overcome you
>You've never felt this feeling before, but, for some reason, it felt so so right
>Your ears perked up as you heard a whisper of a sound
>Something that only a chosen few could hear
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
> "Normies," you muttered, a feeling of utter and overpowering disgust filling you to the brim "Get out of my bucking gym.... REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
>And that's when the screaming began

"Come on, Rarity."
>"Just give me a second, Twilight dear. Wooho! My dear fellow! Might I have a word with you for a moment?"
"Rarity, they've been ignoring you for the past five minutes. I don't think you're going to--"
>"Stallions love a persistent mare, Twilight. My dears! Where have you been all of my life?"
>The stallions' that Rarity was calling rolled there eyes for probably the thousandth time but other than that they ignored her, focusing on their weights
>You couldn't help but let out a sigh as Rarity continued to wave at the stallions, seemingly unabated
>...
>If you kept Anon waiting any longer he was going to start get annoyed, and you STILL hadn't gotten the other girls yet!
>FatherbuckingRarity!
"Come on, Rarity," you said, tugging at the mare's tail with your magic. "Anon's waiting for us."
>"Oh, just a moment longer, darling. One does not usually have a batch of stallions all together like this and I want to--OW!"
>Rarity glared at you as you gave her tail a hard yank, nearly pulling her off the treadmill
"Rarity, we NEED to go get the other girls so we--"
>"Hiya, Twilight!"
>ERgiodnfdjn!
>With a yelp, you leapt into the air, your wings and hooves wildly kicking, only to find yourself falling into a heap on the ground
>...Ow
>"Oooo! Are we playing a game?!" Pinkie, your surprise-er, asked with a giggle. "Twilight, you silly filly! You know you can't spell game without oregano!"
>...
>What?
Still giggling, Pinkie leapt into the air and landed in a heap right next to you, her blue eyes shining brightly
>"So what game are we playing? Simon says? Buck-buck? Happy hooves?"
>SweetCelestiagivemebuckingstrength.jpg
"We're not playing ANY games, Pinkie," you said, climbing back to your hooves. "I was just getting Rarity so we could get everypony else and--"

>"Ohhh! Here he is! The stallion of the hour!"
>"You pick up that weight, little stallion!"
>"YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
>"Here comes lil' cream puff!"
>Both you, Pinkie and even Rarity found yourself looking toward where a group of stallions were conjugating
>They were all standing around one of the "power racks"
>You could see that a LOT of weight was on those peg things, waiting to be lifted
>Which was nothing new you guessed
>Though most of these gym-goers WERE stallions most of them seemed pretty strong, so having one of them getting that weight to the touchdown so they could win at the hockey league didn't seem all that surprising
>That was until you saw WHO was getting ready to lift the weight
"...Oh sweet Luna's holy teats..."
>For a second you didn't recognize the colt that was huffing and puffing under that bar, wearing a tight red one piece spandex outfit
>You knew it was a colt though; a colt that looked like he had barely gotten his cutiemark
>A colt who looked like somepony had stuffed balloons in that spandex of his
>The colt looked... wrong
>His arms were so big and thick that he didn't look that he could move them properly, and his legs were even bigger than THAT
>His chest, big flank and even his neck looked swollen and thick and...
>Your brow furrowing in concern, you began making your way over to the group of stallions
"Holy horse apples... what did they do to you, Rumble?" you muttered
>Two stallions stood on either side of the colt as, with a grunt, he unracked the weight
>"Come on, cream puff!"
>"Easy weight! EASY WEIGHT!"
>"Down and up! It'll be as easy as pie!"
>Rumble rolled his shoulders, his knees slightly bending as he began to take deep, deep breaths
>"Rip that shit up, Rumble! RIP IT UP!"
>Rumble's eyes were sharp and focused as he slowly squatted down, the two stallions on either side of him making sure to spot him so that he could score the home run

>Your horn sparked to life, ready to rip the weight off the CHILD before he HURT himself, but, shockingly, there was no need
>With a shout, Rumble launched himself back into a standing position with seemingly no effort
>"Oh my word..." you heard Rarity mutter before the group of stallions began cheering
>"YEAH!"
>"TOLD YOU IT WAS EASY WEIGHT, LITTLE ZIGGA!"
>"I'M SO ERECT RIGHT NOW!"
>"Everypony better run! We gotta bucking MONSTER in the gym!"
>The moment that Rumble reracked the weights the colt was jumping around as excited as could be, his eyes shining
>"Yeah! YEAH!"
"...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PONIES?!"
>...
>Oh horse apples...
>You said that out loud didn't you?...
>In an instant the entire gym went silent
>There must have been a hundred stallions glaring at you now
>Poppin'mollyandI'msweatin'.jpg
>"...What do you mean, Princess?" a stallion asked, in a way that made the fur on the back of your neck stand on end
>You know, that sarcastic, nasally, slightly angry way that stallions were so good at?
>That way
>You chuckled nervously, taking a few steps back
"Um... W-Well, you see..."
>"RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>You jumped as this.... noise came from across the gym
>"Now why don't ya just take it easy now, Turner. There's no need ta throw a fit lik--"
>"RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>"Hey, hey, hey! I was JUST about to pick up that weigh---oooooHHHHH!"
>Your eyes widened as you came Rainbow flying toward you, her eyes wide and her hooves flailing
>"BUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!"
>Superalicornreflexsgo!
>Your horn glowed, catching your friend before she could crash into one of those plate holder hickeys

>"TURNER! What the hay's gotten inta ya?! Why ya'd think tha--Whoa nelly!"
Setting Rainbow down next to you, you were forced to catch Applejack as she too was tossed through the air like some kind of ball
>Both Rainbow and Applejack looked frazzled but were mostly unharmed, which was good
>It looked like the stallions were far more aggressive than you had thought...
>Your eyes drifted toward Rumble, who was watching the scene with a child-like kind of innocence that made your heart ache
>He was too young to lift that much weight and he was far, FAR too young to look like some meathead mare...
>"What the fuck is all of this yelling going on?!" Anon said, shoving his way through the crowd of stallions. "And who the hell is tossing..."
>He trailed off as his gaze settled on Rumble
>For a second, nothing happened
>Nopony moved, nopony spoke and as far as you could tell nopony BREATHED
>"...Rumble?"
>Stallions had to dive out of the way as Anon strode forward, shock and disbelief clear as day on his face as he dropped down to one knee and placed his hands on Rumble's withers
>The colt smiled
>"Hi, Anon!" he chirped, flexing. "Look how big I've been getting lifting with my brother!"
>Slowly, Anon poked at Rumble's body, visibly getting angrier and angrier with each poke, so much so that the stallions were slowly backing away
>"...WHO THE FUCK GAVE THIS KID JUICE?!"
>Everypony jumped as, in the blink of an eye, Anon was on his feet, looking as furious as you've ever seen him
>"WHO THE FUCK'S THE DEAD MAN THAT THOUGHT GIVING A CHILD SWOLE-SWOLE JUICE WAS A GOOD IDEA?!"
>Whoa nelly...
>Anon's scary yo
>Anon, pacing the floor like an angry lion, looked around until his eyes settled on Thunderlane, who looked like he was doing his best to hide in the crowd
>"THUNDERLANE? THUNDERLANE!"
>Roughly shoving stallions out of the way, Anon made his way over toward the pegasus

>Thunder opened his mouth to say something but before he could so much as get a word out Anon grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him bodily into the air
>"YOU BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN THE STUPID FUCK THAT GAVE HIM SWOLE-SWOLE JUICE! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU GAVE HIM THAT FUCKING SHIT I'M GOING PUT MY FUCKING ARM UP YOUR ASS AND WORK YOUR MOUTH LIKE A PUPPET!"
>Anon then began to shake Thunderlane
>He shook the SHIT out of that colt
>"THUNDERLANE, YOU STUPID FUCK! YOU BETTER TELL ME WHO GAVE HIM THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW!"
>...
>Should you do something?
>You didn't want anypony to get hurt...
>But Anon was a giant green slab of meat; an angry slab of meat that looked ready to punch a hole through the wall
>And, while you might not have been a wall, Anon might not have any qualms about hitting you
>And you most CERTAINLY didn't want getting punched today
>Or any day for that matter
>And he was a stallion, so it wasn't like you could lay your hooves on him or anything...
>You could see the girls watching the scene in front of them with different attitudes
>Applejack was shaking her head
>Rarity looked horrified with what was going on
>Pinkie was just humming a tune to herself, playing with one of her hoofbands and not watching what was going on at all
>And Rain--
>"Yeah! Get that bucker, Anon!" Rainbow cheered, pumping a hoof into the air
>Thunderlane, who looked TERRIFIED, perked up his ears as Rainbow said this
>In an instant he changed from scared of the giant that was shaking him to outraged
>With a whinny he slammed his hooves into Anon's chest, forcing the human to let him go and nearly knocking him off his feet
>Somehow, Thunder managed to land on his hooves
>"What? You're just going to CHEER while the stallions beat each other up huh?" he snarled, taking a step toward your group
>You and the other girls took a step back as the rest of the stallion's eyes settled on you

>"You can harass us while we're trying to work out but when something BAD happens you just sit back and watch so you have something to clop to later huh?!"
>Regaining his balance, Anon snarled
>"Thunder! Don't you fucking try to change the subject!" he snapped. "You've been the only one that's been working out with Rumble!"
>"He wanted to be big and strong like his brother," Thunderlane retorted. "So what if he had a little sw--"
>"SO WHAT?! He's twelve years old you stupid cunt! AND HE'S ONLY BEEN WORKING OUT FOR TWO WEEKS!"
>Thunderlane snorted
>"That's more than old enough for him to make his own decisions on his own body, Anon."
>Anon gritted his teeth
>"No. It. Is. Not," he said, fury thick in his voice. "He's too young to be lifting that much and he CANNOT use swole-swole juice at his FUCKING AGE, let alone THAT MUCH OF IT THAT FAST."
>"What? Are you saying that he's not beautiful the way he is, Anonymous?"
>Many of the stallions crowded around you frowned, glaring at Anon as they muttered amongst themselves
>Anon didn't seem to even notice them, seemingly focusing all of his efforts on keeping himself from lunging at a smug Thunderlane
>"Swole-swole juice is bad for your heart as an adult, along with a fuckton of other conditions that you can get from taking it. And that's for an adult; someone who's still not GROWING."
>"That's just what MARES want you to believe, Anon."
>"Yeah!"
>"Swole is beautiful too, Anon!"
>"We should have the right to look how we want to look, Anon!"
>"It's our body!"
>"You're letting the mares control you!"
>"Buck the code!"
>Anon, along with you and the girls, looked around as the stallions began shouting nonsense
>...
>Oh no...
>The body positivity
>The smugness
>The corruption of children that didn't know any better
>This was the work of coltinists
>Anon's jaw dropped
>"...That's it! ALL OF YOU! GET THE FUCK OUT! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING--OMPH!"

>Anon stumbled backward as a stallion slammed into him
>Even though most of these colts were twice as big as they had been before they were still NOTHING to Anon, so even throwing their entire body weight at the human only made him take a step back
>But another stallion was right there to ram his head into Anon's stomach as the first one retreated
>"Mares don't understand!"
>Another one hit Anon, driving him toward you
>"Yeah! They never understand!"
>"They're stupid!"
>"Worthless!"
>"Disgusting!"
>You were forced to catch Anon as he fell backward, nearly landing on top of you
>The stallions were grabbing gym equipment now, and from the looks on their faces you don't think that thy were going back to lifting
>"This is our gym! Nopony's going to take it away from us!"
>"We're getting huge because we WANT to!"
>"Get the buck out of here! We don't want you here anymore!"
>"Bucking mares!"
>"Swole is BEAUTIFUL! All stallions should be swole!"
>"It's genetics! GENETICS!"
>"MUH EQUALITY!"
"Girls, get closer to me!" you yell, ducking as a twenty five pound weight sailed over your head. "We need to get out of here! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!"
>Without saying a word the girls, who looked just as alarmed with this turn of events as you felt, huddled close toward you
>Keeping Anon close in hoof you closed your eyes and let your horn spark to life
>Before any of the stallions could make a move you were all gone

>Be Fluttershy
>Oh... come on...
>Your nose scrunched up as a bead of sweat dripped from your face and fell to the floor
>Just one push up
>That's all you wanted to do
>Just one!
>You wiggled your behind, your hooves and wings aching as you slowly lifted yourself up
>Come on!
>Rainbow could do these in her sleep!
>Just one!
>JUST ONE!
>...
>Holy horse seed were you heavy...
>Your face scrunched up harder than you've ever scrunched up as you slowly began to pick yourself up
>It was slow going, it looked like gravity was being especially mean today, but you persevered
>You might not have been as tough as Rainbow or Applejack but you liked to think that you were a pretty tough cookie
>Why just the other day you stubbed your hoof and you only cried for ten minutes
>You could do this
>YOU COULD DO THIS!
>TEN. MINUTES!
"Eeeerrrrrgggghhhhhh-HA!"
>With a mighty cry, you found yourself locking your elbows out
>...
>You....
>You did it!
>YOU DID IT!
"Yeah!"
>With a squee, you hopped into the air
"Oh my gosh! Rainbow, Pinkie, did you just--"
>You blinked as you saw every single stallion in the gym staring at you in confusion
>Your friends, for some reason, were nowhere in sight
>...
"...Um ...Hello?"