Bluefats

What started as some sort of prompt escalated into almost a kind of sort of full blown fic, courtesy of the guy who responded, and Cheers.
From http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/8720145

Obligatory conversation starter/fic brainstorming bullshit

Which pone would you fatten up?
How big would you get her?
How would you have her pile on the pounds?
Would it be nonconsensual?
Would you cuddle her gently?


>Pony
Rainbow Dash

>How big?
About this big (http://derpibooru.org/13302), maybe a fair bit bigger when stuffing, something like PK's recent pics but whatever. Enough to keep her able to go about with everything as usual, but also to get her into some awkward or cosy situations.

>How would you have her pile on the pounds?
I wouldn't need to. Take advantage of her own very nature. She's always been fairly hedonistic and opportunistic, whilst still being loyal. (pic related) She's also remarkably brash and doesn't bode well to the recommendations of other ponies. I don't need to, I'd simply give her the MEANS; more food, more drink, more encouragement. Dare or challenge her, imply or doubt "you don't have the guts to finish [insert almost but not completely unreasonable amount of food here]". After this, maybe a more direct approach.

>Consensual
Doesn't really apply when it's not force feeding (although that can be damn good sometimes) or directly, but I guess it wouldn't be. She'd resist it, and although she'd never gain too much weight, she'd never be able to get that pudge off, eventually she'd probably stop bothering about it, staying whatever size she is, maybe bringing a slight bit of brashness off her persona once in a while, only for a moment every now and then, replaced by a wee bit of apprehensiveness or shyness. It wouldn't last long though.

>Would you cuddle her gently?
fuck off thats gay

yes


You, with the ideas. What are you going to do with them? I like the idea of tricking Rainbow into gaining weight, she wouldn't hesitate to finish off the food (Some of the food would be made to pack a few more calories than they look). As the moments flickered passed, the increased consumption would take its toll. Her belly would protrude a bit and jiggle a bit with every step. She would try to work the pounds away by doing "more than enough" exercise to match her food consumption., but said earlier, there are more calories stored in her weighty round belly then it looked; with the misinformation, she would fall short of the needed exercise, unable make the soft, pliable flesh leaver her "athletic figure".

Eventually she would back off of the eating competitions and focus in saying in top condition. So my question is, what is that direct approach?


>what is that direct approach?

Now that's a damn fine question.

other than being a rusemaster with Pinkie Ponk or getting her aggressivley hooked on certain foods, I honestly have no idea


So you and Dashie would eventually go back to a strict diet. Luckily not all you efforts would go to waist, for your collaboration with Pinkie would soon pay off. If you weren't so aware of her innocence you would think she made drugs, but the fact of the matter she made sweetener for veggies that increased the consumers urge for sweets. You told her that this was for some advance human research because Pinkie would never cheat to get more customer at Sugar Cube Corner. The small bottle only had about 4 tablespoons, with that in mind you sprinkled a bit on to a salad you brought to her as an apology. She looks at the mixture of veggies and bits of fruits with thankful smile. "Your salads aren't to bad, a bit basic, but not bad at all". One short meal later she would be off, after helping you down' because Twilight's magic could only do so much for you.

Gliding across the sky with swift nimble movements she was glad she was back on tract to becoming a all star Wonderbolt. A quick glance shot toward her belly would remind her of her hard work, however once she looks some kind of alarm set off and she felt a strange hunger overtake her. Her mind slowly drifted toward sweets and her mouth began to water. "A small snack would hurt" she muttered, close to SCC than she previously thought the pegasus went in for a landing. Approaching the counter, various sweets teased her nostrils and she could make out what was being prepared: muffins, apple pie a la mode, cookies and more.

"So how may I help you Rainbow Dash?" Mr cake inquired, breaking the hungry pony out of her trance.

Shaken out of her confectionery stupor, she already knew what she was going to order. "How about 2 pies, and a bag of cookies for later". She gave Mr. Cake her bits and awaited her order, an it wasn't until she was handed the good at her table that she realized how much she asked for. "I shouldn't be eating all of this" he conscious roared at her, but none the less she she took slice after slice in her mouth. Within in a few moments she she realized both pies and cookies were gone. The stuffed pony began to panic wondering where the treats went, only to be reminded by a sugary belch. Despite begin a bit disgusted with her self control she left toward home with a several bag of cookies in her mouth, feeling to lethargic to do anymore training.

You haven't seen Rainbow in about two weeks about this point and you begin to wader what happened to her. You did what you could, and wanted, to do for her. You sent her those special salads, time and time again via Twilight's teleportation. You ran out the first week, but to prevent any suspension you sent them regularly. Rainbow aside you continued you stroll outside of town, it was a beautiful day, the warmth of the sun and cool breeze made for the perfect walking day; on the side of the road next to a tree you saw part of an rainbow tail. Walking around to the front of the tree, your suspensions were confirmed.

There was Rainbow Dash, taking what must have been a break from her routine training. The sight was beautiful, she wearing her trainee Wonderbolts outfit, and it fit snugly around her gut with more than a handful of pudge spilling from underneath. Her weighty frame was stretching the latex like fabric to its limits.

What would you do?


Ask if she wouldn't mind if I tagged along on the training, then make sure to always stay a few feet behind her while we jog.


You tap Rainbow on the shoulder, and she comes to. "I wasn't slaking off! I was just preparing my body, for some.... next level training". She smile and nod weakly, obviously not believing any of it. "Will how about you come on a jog with me?" you nonchalantly pass the question, not trying to look at her soft, squishy belly.

"Sure!" She jumps on to all four and gets ready. "Where we going?"

Thinking about the safest, yet longest route, "How about the outside of town, it would be like a long track run?"

She nods in agreement and get prepared, as do you right behind her. You got a good view of her fattened butt. She did a countdown from three to zero before taking off. She was still pretty fast even with her hefty handicap.

As you jogged behind her, each of her blue plump cheeks bounced with the rhythm of her of her labored steps. It looked like each one was battling for your attention, each meaty cheek rippled with every bob she made. You found you self dangerously close when a rock out of nowhere attacked your feet and caused you to trip face first into her fat plot.

She slows to a quick stop and her face blow up read with embarrassment, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" unconsciously, she clamps her cheeks around your face, encasing your face in her warm fatty cheeks.

What will you do now?

>tfw you lost your momentum

Then the thread went to shit and no more was posted.