[RGRE] Big Booty Bastards

>Day fatass in Equestria
>You are Anon, and you are up to no good.
>By no good, you mean that you're hiding in your house as usual.
>Fucking ponies.
>You know you're fat!
>It's only been two months, you fucking horses!
>You're already on a vegetarian diet; you're WORKING on it!
>....
>You've even lost some weight already, but you keep getting these...
>LOOKS
>Mostly from the mares.
>They just keep staring at you.
>Why do they keep staring at you?!
>You've even heard them talking about your enormous, disgusting ass.
>It all started when you'd ran out of intact clothes to wear and had to go see Rarity to buy a new outfit.
>Thing is, you only had one outfit left that was... appropriate for public wear: your pyjamas.
>Which is to say, a wifebeater and a pair of tight shorts.
>The shame you felt walking to Rarity's boutique dwarfed all the shame you'd ever felt as a fat kid.
>The stallions kept giving you these GLARES, like you'd done something to offend them.
>Other than being fat in their presence, you mean.
>The mares, on the other hand, were even worse.
>Like you said; they just STARED at you.
>Open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
>A couple of them would whinny and neigh at you, which you're pretty sure meant "get the fuck out of here you fucking waste of space"
>Shit sucked, yo.
>Not even Rarity could stop herself from staring.
>What, had they never seen a FAT person before?!
>You were in and out as quickly as you could manage, but Rarity held you up.
>She kept re-taking the measurements for your hip and waist, saying that she needed to be absolutely sure of what she was making.
>Frankly, you're just happy she didn't poke your man-tits and laugh.
>And as luck would have it, she didn't have anything she could give you right away.
>Not a toga; not a sheet with a neck-hole in it; NOTHING.
>So guess who got to walk home in a wife-beater and tight shorts?
>THIS GUY.

>Surprise surprise, ponies were fucking gathered 'round to gawk at the fat prick walking home.
>You bet you jiggle when you walk
>You didn't want to look down and check, but you're still sure that you do.
>Oh, and you know the best part?
>You discovered when you got home that your shorts had ridden up your crack.
>Brilliant.
>Fucking Brilliant.
>You'd drown your sorrows in junk food if you could.

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>You are Rarity
>You're feeling rather flustered right now.
>That dear, sweet human just left your humble shop.
>MMMM
>You hate to see him go but you love to watch him leave.
>Colt has plot for DAYS, filly!
>Stallions in this hick town don't got no junk in the trunk.
>But Anonymous?
>By Celestia
>He is an angel sent down to you from heaven.
>You measured dat plot over and over and MMMPH
>Filly, you made sure to MEMORIZE those round globes
>By the looks outside, you aren't the only pony to see that hot piece of meat walk through town.
>There are a bunch of stallions glaring at Anonymous's retreating form.
>Colts be jelly, yo.

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