The Greased Slut: Flab U Lust

 

Your head was pounding when you woke up cuddling the hefty deejay, in beat to the rapport of a hammer slamming against wood. No matter how much you struggled, sleep evaded you like a leaf caught in the wind. While the comfortable floor welcomed you back, you tried finding sanctuary in your office. Violent, unyielding crunching filled the air as another tree was pushed into a chipper.

 

“FUCK!” Grumpy, tired and slightly hung over, you stomped out of the Greased Slut to the only place you knew could save you from this hell. Your house sat alone on the other side of town, ready to welcome its master back from the life of a sleazy club owner. Your walk took an eternity as the dull thumping in your head taunted you. The steps of your porch creaked under your weight as you approached the front door. “...Which key is it, again?”

 

You stared at your key ring for what felt like hours. The mysteries of the universe clouded your mind as you jammed each strip of metal at the lock. One of the keys slipped into the lock and forced the bolt to slide out of the frame. “Yes!” You muttered in as much excitement as you could muster before pushing open the door.

 

A healthy layer of dust blanketed the entire house, casting a gloomy haze over every surface. “When the hell was the last time I was home? Like....six...eight....months ago?” The exact date eluded you, not that you cared. All that mattered was finding a nice, cozy bed. It took your a minute or two to remember where your bedroom was but you managed to find it simple enough.

 

“Fuck yes. Bed time.” You fell right into the sheets, kicking up a maelstrom of dust, dirt and various crud resting in the sheets. “ACK!” You slipped into a whopping coughing fit, making everything worse with every cloud of dust you forced into the air. All the windows slammed open as you stuck your head out for a reprieve from the deadly dust.

 

“Damn it...I need to hire a maid.” Another grumble of discontentment escaped along with more strained wheezes. Satisfied you weren't going to die, you returned to your bed and whipped off the blankets. Thankfully, most of the mattress was clean enough, allowing you to hop back into bed and pass out.

 

Hours later, your eyes slipped open against your wishes. “Shit. Is it already time for work?” You scratched your neck and yawned, popping a few joints as you stretched along your bed. “Glad there wasn't any paperwork today. I would have been fucked right up the ass if I missed something.” You dusted off your suit and eased yourself out of bed, hoping that a nice, black coffee was brewing back at the club.

 

“Heya, boss. Strange to see you walking into the club so early and not walking out to get lunch.” You could only shrug before turning back to the pile of construction equipment sitting across from the Greased Slut. “Anypony figure out what the hell is going on with all that noise?” Your bouncer shook his head. “Nah. Lousy bums were tight lipped about everything. Any time they caught me staring, they would just stare right back at me like I spit on their mother's grave.”

 

Dejected, you walk into the club and begin your daily rituals for the club. Kitchen check, staff check, a visit to the changing rooms to view your mares. Everything was in order. A small victory for such a lousy day. Satisfied, you slipped into your office and tackled the odds and ends of your paperwork. It was a struggle to stay focused as the curiosity of the construction wiggled back into your mind again and again. It took a mighty effort but you slipped the final bits into a finished pile. “Got some time before opening. Time to investigate.”

 

Nothing about the construction seemed out of the ordinary. Lots of wood, equipment and concrete sat waiting for tomorrow's shift. “No identifying marks...no logos. Who the fuck is building way out here across from me.” No matter how much you searched the edges of the building site, no clues could be found. “Shit. Somepony is making this harder than it need to be. I hate asking favors.”

 

The sun was setting over Ponyville as you ducked into Sugarcube Corner. “Oh Anon, what a nice surprise. Care for a doughnut or something? We've got your favorites today.” Carrot Cake insisted as he placed a few on a small plate for you. “I appreciate it. How's things going over here?” Carrot Cake shrugged, pouring coffee for the two of you. “Business is good. A few random spikes here and there but it's welcome.”

 

Carrot beckoned you close as a smirk spread along his face. “I honestly thing we've been influencing the mares in town. A lot of our increased business is thanks to mares that are looking a little plump compared to before the business started.” You both chuckled as Cup Cake waddled from the kitchen. “Oh goodness! Carrot, you didn't mention we had a guest.” Cup made sure to lean over the counter and kiss your cheek, squishing her sexy tummy against the glass and smearing lipstick all over your face.

 

“Good to see you too, Cup. Been taking care of this loser over here?” Cup blushed as she gave a sultry lick of her lips. “And then some. You know, it's been a little too long since you had a visit. Want to make sure I'm taking good care of him?” The cakes growled at each other before sharing a far too passionate kiss.

 

“Gross. Get a room.” You laughed like a moron before straightening your tie. “While I would love to take you up on that offer, I'm here on a bit of a business trip.” The cakes snapped to attention and perked up their ears. “What's up, boss?” “There's a construction site that popped up out of nowhere right outside the shop. Could you keep your ears open for any gossip?”

 

A small nod was all you needed as you finished your coffee. “I appreciate it. Maybe once we figure out what's going on, I'll take you up on that offer after dinner.” Both ponies giggled like foals as they wiggled their eyebrows at you. “Don't leave us waiting, boss.” They begged as Cup Cake licked a healthy glob of frosting off a doughnut you didn't finish.

 

Next stop was town hall. The odds of this working out were near impossible. You stopped in front of mirror shop in town and made sure you looked one hundred percent. A straightening of your tie, breath check and a big grin later, you stepped into the legal hub for all things Ponyville. All eyes snapped to you as you walked in and pushed right for the secretary's desk.

 

The mare sitting behind the desk was rather plain. Tan coat, dull, gray hair and a small pair of reading glasses on her head. The only thing that stuck out about her was a slight layer of chub sticking to her body and her belly. A nearby box of doughnuts caught your attention, making you smile even bigger as you greeted the secretary.

 

“Good afternoon! How are you today, little miss beautiful?” You asked, laying on the charm extra thick. The mare behind the desk blushed at your giant grin, sputtering out a reply. “O-oh, hello! Did...did you have an appointment?” You softened your grin and sighed. “I can't say that I do, but maybe you can help me and we can keep your boss out of this, yea?”

 

Her focus sharpened as you lowered your voice with every word. “I'm sorry, sir. If you have any official business, it MUST go though Mayor Mare.” You pouted and slouched your shoulders. “Aww, I HAVE to ask your boss permission to date you? What a shame...” You turned around and started to head off, only for the mare to rush out in front of you.

 

“W-wait, a date? Are you pulling my tail?” The mare was blushing up a storm as you continued to walk out. “Nah, don't let it worry you. I only wanted to see if you were free for a few doughnuts for lunch...but I mean, it's fine.” The mare giggled as she followed you out the door. “Nothing is going on...I could always clock out for a break.”

 

“Better go back and actually tell your boss is leaving, cutie.” She blushed as she ran back into town hall for a few moments. You couldn't help but smile as she rushed back, red in the face as you slowly walked right back to Sugarcube Corner. Carrot Cake looked puzzled as you returned to the shop until you tapped between your eyes, sending him a silent tell of “official business”.

 

The chubby mare was in love...with all the doughnuts placed before her. “Whoa...I've never seen so many doughnuts before.” She blushed as you offered one to her. “Is it too many? I figured you'd love such a giant collection of sweets.” She took the first bite and moaned, licking her lips as she swallowed her snack. “Well...I've been trying to watch my weight, recently. There's been a sudden craze in town for sweets and it's been hard keeping trim.”

 

Your smile only grew as she accepted another doughnut. “Is that so?” It was a herculean task not to giggle, knowing full well the trend was due to your business. “I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't mind it one bit. You should be happy, right? Have another doughnut.” You reached out and rubbed her doughy gut, making her blush harder as she swallowed the next doughnut whole.

 

Thirty minutes later, the entire stack of doughnuts were crammed into the soft mare. She moaned in delight as you massaged her gut tenderly, belching under her breath all the while. “You have a knack for this...ever wanted to eat for a living?” You whispered into her ear. She gave you a confused look as you pulled a business card from your jacket. “If you ever want to find more ponies that like what you like, come find me.”

 

You leaned in and kissed the mare on the cheek, making her squirm. “Oh...oh gosh....umm....” She bit her lip and leaned in close for another kiss, only to leap out of your arms. “Ahhh! My lunch break ended fifteen minutes ago! I'm so sorry, but I have to get back to town hall.” She ran out the door as quick as she could, her heavy belly quaking with every step.

 

“Geez, Anon. How are you such a player?” Carrot Cake whistled as he picked up the empty platter. “A plain mare like that wants nothing more than a stallion to call her beautiful and whisk her way. Even if I can't sweet talk her into spilling the beans about the construction job, we'll have another worker soon.” Carrot Cake smirked as you stood up. “Smart man. Have a good night at the club, boss.”

 

A good night at the club sped by in a blur of food, jiggling and hot, raunchy sex. Your mares worked their fat butts off, raking in another massive profit for your modest club. Happy as could be, you settled into bed with one of your mares just as the pounding of hammers started up. “Oh god damn it...” You muttered, suddenly remembering the awful noise. Half naked, you stumbled through the club and tossed open the doors to see the construction crew staring back.

 

“People are trying to avoid a hangover here. What's with all the damn noise?” You shouted, still tipsy from your night of fun. The workers continued their work, not paying you any attention. You slammed the doors behind you with a disgusted snort as you returned to your room. “There's no way they are making that much noise on accident...somepony is fucking with the wrong human.”

 

With no other solution available and no further info, you struggled to get back to your near abandoned house once more. “I can't put a noise proofing spell over the place. That would damper everything. Stupid construction. Still no clue who would build something so close to the woods like I did.” You mulled over your options till you hit your bed, passing out instantly.

 

Every day you visited the Cakes, but no gossip seemed to reach their ears. Not even Pinkie Pie knew anything with her bubbly personality and her intense reach as friend of all of Ponyville. The mayor's secretary, Wax Seal, either was in the dark or didn't dare break her intense ties to mayor. No matter how many doughnuts you spoiled her with, the only thing that she spilled were crumbs all over her growing belly.

 

Faced with no other options, you grit your teeth and endured the construction. Only one drink a night in your office as you rushed through paperwork was a shitty way to run such a wonderful slice of heaven, but it allowed you an easier trip to your home in the morning and spare time during the day to dig for information.

 

Slowly, the construction job began taking shape. A modest building with lots of windows. Eggshell white paint to be as bland as possible. Giant signs stuck in the most awkward places to advertise whatever this new building was trying to sell. You waited with anticipation every day for the damned thing to be done so you could crush whoever was encroaching on your carefree lifestyle.

 

“Oh for fuck's sake!” You cried out as you left for home one morning. The entire building had been covered with a giant tent as several giant containers delivered something towards the back of the monstrosity. “It's gonna be revealed soon enough...Just gotta wait.” You couldn't help but notice the hundreds upon hundreds of fliers around town, advertising the mystery tent to all that cared to read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was finally here. The date on the fliers had dragged on but it had arrived at last. You stood outside of your club with a piping hot coffee in your hand as dozens of ponies gathered around the tent. You watched as a white pony slipped from behind the giant tent and cleared her throat. “Fillies and Gentlecolts, you must all be dying to know just what is behind this curtain, hm?” You nearly coughed on your coffee as the sing song voice instantly caught your ears.

 

You approached the tent with a frown, your eyes shooting daggers at Rarity as she levitated a giant pair of scissors with her magic. “Well, it's here! Ponyville's premiere hangout for fit, trim and beautiful ponies!” She cut the rope holding up the tent to reveal her work. “The Dashing Debonair is open for all your fitness needs!”

 

A few ponies stomped in approval as the tarp fell to the ground. Rarity's big, fake smile was plastered on the front sign, doing its best to draw in the crowd. “For today only, every membership is half off! Come inside and see if the Dashing Debonair is what you need to put a little pep in your step.” Rarity herded the ponies inside as you watched from the windows with your coffee. “Two months of noise for this junk? Holy crap, Rarity. How stupid are you?”

 

You continued to watch as you chugged your coffee. Several ponies were already on the treadmill machines while others struggled to lift weights. Rarity bounced from customer to customer, shoving pamphlets in their faces. A few took them hesitantly while the others scrapped them immediately. A small chuckle escaped you as watched a few ponies leave without signing up at all.

 

“Hello, Rarity. Quite an endeavor you've got going here. A dress shop AND a fitness center in one town? Dang, how are you gonna balance all that?” Rarity giggled at your advances as she offered you a flier. “It wont be too hard, darling. Snowflake has already offered to help out at a discounted salary provided I allow him to workout whenever he wants. Are you interested in our services? I think a few of your employees might want to stop on by.”

 

Reading through the flier, you found standard fare for such a gym. Personal trainers, use of all the equipment, even a pool in the back. Even the price was pretty good and the discount she was offering for now was a steal. There was just one problem that you knew was going to sink the whole ship. “Sounds like a good plan, but my employees live on the other side of town. Who in Ponyville is going to walk so far to the woods to work out?”

 

Rarity's eye twitched as you kept talking. “I mean, if it's a workout just to get here, why in Equestria would they pay you on top of the long walk? You might wanna cut your rates even lower if you want ANY business at all.” Rarity watched you, and several other ponies, walk out without asking for a membership at all. “....No, this is not a defeat, just a setback. Ponies WILL come to the Dashing Debonair, even if I have to coerce them with underhooved tactics!”

 

“A gym?” The Cakes laughed behind their masks. You couldn't help but smirk as your business associates stared at the out of place building. “Yea, she seriously thought she was going to topple us by convincing ponies that they need to be thin. Let them be as bulky, lean or fat as they want, I say.” Carrot jabbed you in the leg with his own goofy smirk. “Oh yea, that's why you brought in that secretary all week.”

 

“I don't force anything from anypony. The only thing I did was help her break out of her shell and enjoy food to the fullest.” The Cakes grinned as Wax Seal slowly approached the Greased Slut. “So why are we meeting her here, and why do you have a special mask for her, hmmm?” Cup Cake giggled as you guided your new worker into the back of the building.

 

You had just signed her contract when your intercom fired up. “Boss! Come downstairs. Somepony is trying to prank us or something!” The Cakes followed you downstairs to find a whirlwind of posters, envelopes and confetti attempting to flood the dance floor. A magical hum buzzed from the door frame as the protective charms struggled to dissipate whatever hex was controlling the spiraling trash.

 

“Who is responsible for this?” You stomped outside and shouted out to the forest. The spell stopped as soon as your voice echoed through the trees, giving you a break from the torrent of paper. “What in the fuck is going on?” You mutter, snatching one of the posters from the floor. A hollow sigh escapes you before you spin the poster around for all to see.

 

“Come all to the second week of Dashing Debonair to see popular fitness fanatic and supermodel, Fleur de Lis, show off her favorite techniques, exercises and yoga poses. Be one with your mind, body and soul as she teaches how to worship your body like a temple.” You read aloud. “Wait, she's getting an elite from Canterlot to try and force ponies into signing up for her class?” Carrot Cake frowned as you crumpled up the poster.

 

“Seems like it. No idea how this would even affect us.” You sat down at the bar and closed your eyes in thought. Canterlot. What did you know about Canterlot. Full of fools who overspend on status and love showing off. Any stallion with a mare like Fleur De Lis HAD to show her off out of smug pride.

 

“Tell me, who is Fleur de Lis dating right now?” One of your mares giggled as she waddled up to the bar. “Oh, you don't know? Fleur has been dating Fancy Pants for months now! The stallion can't get enough of her, always dragging her along to whatever little event they have planned.” A slow grin crept upon your face as a plan was put together in seconds. “He wants to show off his girl like a stuck up elite? We'll show him what real mares are made of.”

 

You pulled off your mask and marched right over to the Dashing Debonair. The door jingled open and caught the attention of the only pony inside. Snowflake, the absolute beast of a pegasus, set down his dumbbells and smiled. “Hey, buddy! Welcome to the gym. Got a membership?” You shook your head as you removed one of the desperate fliers from your jacket. “Not yet. I hear there is going to be a celebrity here next week, yea?”

 

Snowflake grinned as he thumped his chiseled chest. “You bet your face there is! Fleur de Lis is coming by to show off and attract customers. Even have a few events for private workouts with her. Are you interested?” You smiled back as you peeked at the flier in your hands. “Hmm, it says spots are limited. How many are we talking about?”

 

“Oh..um...not a lot, really. Miss Rarity is out handing those fliers out right now so nopony has really signed up yet.” Snowflake gulped as your grin expanded, showing off all your teeth in glee. “Perfect. I have about...oohhh twenty mares in need of some help losing a little bit of weight. I want them ALL in this private workout, each and every one.”

 

Snowflake bit his lip and went silent, struggling to tally up the cost. “Umm...one hundred bits per mare...three workouts...twenty...uhhh.” You could see the smoke belching from his ears as his brain shorted out. “Six thousand bits for this session for my friends.” You signed the check and handed it to the stallion. “Please make sure Miss Rarity knows I'll be expecting a private session with my friends. I'm paying good money here for an expert workout.”

 

“Oh, no problem! She'll be so happy that we sold every spot!” Snowflake slid a few schedules over the counter. “This is when Fleur is gonna be here and what times she expects everypony to be ready. Don't be late to feel the burn!” You nodded as you tucked them away and headed for the door. “See you next week, my dude. It isn't a work out if it isn't work!”

 

“YEEEAAAAA!” Snowflake screamed as you left. The Cakes were waiting outside, smiling as they walked back with you to the Greased Slut. “So...when was the last time you HONESTLY worked out, Cup?” She opened her mouth to reply, but you shushed her. “Nope, not accepting any smart ass responses about me fucking you all night, so try again.” You laughed all the way the backrooms where all your girls were waiting.

 

Red Ribbon, your outfit and costume designer, was busy fashioning as many pairs of elastic shorts as she could. Several mares were already pulling them over wide hips and plump rears, barely cramming their flab into the waistbands. “I see everything is going perfectly over here. Listen up, ladies!” You called through the fitting room. “I appreciate all of you volunteering for this. Lots of you aren't in the best of shape, which makes this all the better for us.”

 

“Next week, I want you in that tacky gym working up a good sweat just like if you were here. Any pony that looks like they are staring at you, flirt with them. If your pants rip, make a huge show of it. We're going to embarrass the FUCK out of Rarity and show those Canterlot snobs how to party!” The floor vibrated as so many heavy hooves slammed against the floor. Their eagerness was intoxicating, forcing a wide grin on your face. Next week was going to be FUN.”

 

 

 

 

 

Rarity stood proud at the front of her shop as ponies crowded around the windows. “Calm down, everypony! I know you want to see Fleur de Lis in all her stunning beauty but you have to be patient!” You watched Rarity scream over the mob with a devilish smirk while your mares were in the changing rooms, struggling to fit into their workout clothes. “It's almost time...” You giggled as a fancy carriage was pulled up to the Dashing Debonair.

 

First out was Fancy Pants. His smile radiated charm like any unicorn from Canterlot and his pressed suit oozed a sense of entitlement. You watched as he shook a few hooves and smiled, easily making small talk as Fleur de Lis stepped from the carriage. Her tall, lanky legs gracefully descended down the steps and onto the grass, giving the crowd something to gawk at.

 

“Here is the star of today's special workout session! Fleur de Lis!” Rarity shouted over the crowd. The elegant mare struck a pose as she walked past the ponies and stood next to Rarity and Fancy Pants. “Hello, all! It's certainly a joy to come down and say hello to my fans and show you how I, the glamorous Fleur de Lis, keep myself in perfect shape.”

 

“Now, where is my special class? I was told that my adoring fans bought out every spot!” Fleur looked over the crowd with a smug look on her muzzle. “Oh, yes...your classes.” Rarity blushed as she spotted you staring at her behind your green masquerade mask. “Well, you see...” Rarity gasped as the doors to the Greased Slut opened behind you.

 

An army of fat, flabby and determined mares waddled out of the building. Each one was clad their performance mask along with a tacky shirt advertising their stage name and short shorts plastered with the Greased Slut's logo. Several tummies scraped the grass as they approached the gym, staining both the shirt and their elastic shorts. The crowd gasped as your mares pushed past them with ease and gathered around Fleur de Lis. “Here we are! All twenty of us!” They chimed in.

 

“My word!” Fancy Pants muttered as you took your spot next to your girls. “Hi, Rarity. Did you tell them the good news yet?” Rarity's eye was twitching as she struggled to keep her breathing calm. “No, I haven't.” The poor unicorn turned towards Fleur de Lis and sighed. “These....patrons....are going to be in ALL of your classes today.”

 

Poker wasn't Fleur's strong suit. You could tell by the way she was grinding her teeth at your girls. “Well...I suppose it's FINE. They DO need it.” Fleur spat her reply right at Cup Cake, who simply smirked at the lanky model. “Let's go inside and get sweaty, ladies.” You clapped and they responded, pushing themselves inside as you turned to the crowd. “Oh, and if anyone gets any ideas about watching my girls, you'll need to talk to Miss Rarity about a membership.”

 

A stampede of stallions in the crowd swarmed Rarity, thrusting bits at her as you walked into the gym. “Good luck.” You taunted as the door closed behind you. The building was void of ponies besides the girls, you and Fancy Pants. “Okay, we have a big enough group. Why don't we start with some basics.” Fleur walked over to a sizable mat and stretched herself out. “Yoga is a perfect way to stretch your body and focus the mind for a workout. Come and follow my lead.”

 

Fleur de Lis pushed her legs forward and snapped her rump backwards. “A simple stretch of the legs. Easiest thing to do before getting into it.” Everypony watched as your mares pushed their bellies to the ground and jiggled their rumps backwards. A hint of disgust flashed on the supermodel's face before she suddenly eased herself up onto her hind legs. “Balance is the key to tranquility. See if you can do this.”

 

Several of your mare struggled to lean back. Most didn't make it and simply slammed back down on their plump tummies. Others flipped over and planted their butts onto the mat. You peeked over to the window and grinned as several stallions were gawking hard at your little show. “Those mares are certainly something. I've never seen such a full figured ponies before in my life.” Fancy Pants muttered.

 

“Why thank you, sir. I do my best to keep my ladies in top shape. You can call me Mister Green.” You smiled as you shook his hoof. “Fancy Pants. You said these mares are yours?” He leaned in close and whispered in your ear. “I've never seen a herd this size but if you can manage it, well done. I've also never seen a herd this SIZE before. You seem like a good chap. Why keep them?”

 

You laughed and smiled back at him. “Oh, you misunderstand. I'm their boss.” Fancy Pants tapped his hoof to his chin. “You don't say? What sort of business do you own?” Another slam of the mats caught your attention as one of your mares tapped out. Sweat was dripping down her face as she rested on her gut. “Good work out there! Take a breather and get back to it when you can.” You shouted over Fleur.

 

“Entertainment, my good stallion.” You smiled as you tapped your mask. “Entertainment that requires masks during the night so you don't get funny looks during the day.” Fancy Pants widened his eyes as he looked back to your mares. “Sir, are you suggesting that these mares...” You nodded your head as your attention was focused on the stallions outside. “Don't take my word for it. Check out the peanut gallery.

 

Fancy Pants stared into the abyss and it stared through him. He took a few moments to watch as the stallions outside only seemed to react to your girls. “I say...” Fancy Pants chuckled as he turned back to Fleur. “You'd never spot such a thing in Canterlot.” “Then never invite me to Canterlot if there aren't mares like this.” You teased as another mare stopped stretching.

 

At least half or more of the class was already winded, leaving Fleur de Lis fuming. “You...you'll never be perfect unless you strive for it!” Your mares shrugged off the insult as they tried to keep up. “Fine. If you're all nice and limber, maybe it's time for the aerobics!” Fleur pushed a stylish headband onto her face and flipped a nearby switch. Upbeat music began to pump out of the speakers as she moved her hooves to the notes.

 

“Try and keep up, fatties!” She shouted. Your mares got back to their hooves and began to dance. Sexy bellies, flabby rolls and titanic asses wobbled and jiggled hard as every mare gave it their best. You looked back to the window to see the perverts biting their lips in pleasure. Some only had one hoof pressed against the glass as their hot breath fogged up the window.

 

“Amazing...they really do want more.” Fancy Pants hummed to himself. “I say...how much does the entertainment business bring in, here in Ponyville. I can't imagine it's THAT profitable.” You smirked as your mares began to drop out, squishing their sweaty bellies against the mats. “I've got customers that come in from all corners of Equestria. We are the ONLY business that caters to the every growing taste of full figured, curvaceous mares.”

 

Fleur de Lis moaned as the last mare slammed against the mat. “What is wrong with you? None of you will ever find a proper stallion with bodies like those!” Wax Seal giggled as she pointed over to the window. “Oh yea? Well, it isn't YOUR scrawny flank those stallions are jerking it to!” Your mares laughed as Fleur finally diverted her attention to the window of crazed fans.

 

“UUUUhhhhggg! Why do I want the attention of those dirt farmers? You sluts aren't worth my time.” Fleur de Lis slipped off her sweatband and marched towards the door. “Nah-uh. I paid GOOD money to both you, Fancy and Rarity for this.” You blocked her from the door and smiled. “I certainly wouldn't want the reputation of the great Fleur de Lis and Fancy Pants ruined just because they walked out of a gym, do they?”

 

Fancy Pants was quick to recover, darting between you and Fleur. “Goodness, no! We shall see that the ladies get one last workout before we leave...right, my perfect little unicorn?” Fleur sat down and crossed her forelegs. “Nonsense, these mares are nothing to me. What good does YOUR little threat hold?” You shrugged as you tapped your mask. “Oh, quite possibly because we can say that you are giving private lessons to obese strippers. What would the media say if they caught you hanging out with such a crowd?”

 

Fleur de Lis blushed again, stomping her hooves in anger. “You...you...” Fleur turned her head away and stood up. “Fatties, get on a treadmill! I wanna see you either pass out or actually lose a pound on these things!” Satisfied, you walked back to Fancy Pants and sighed. “Such a temper on that one. Why don't you lose her and go for somepony more relaxed?”

 

Fancy Pants chuckled as he turned to you. “Are you saying somepony more relaxed enough to get to this size?” Fancy Pants watched as your mares struggled to waddle forward, even on the lowest settings. Fleur cranked up her treadmill to a decent pace and held her head high. “I'm not suggesting THAT...but shouldn't a relationship be about the two of you dealing with things together? You clap your hooves and she comes, but only when it's convenient for her.”

 

“It'll keep happening. You're spoiling her in all the wrong ways, Fancy.” You could see the doubt infesting his thoughts like a bad song stuck in your brain. “You want an example? I've known Hard Press for only a month. Watch this.” You cleared your throat and clapped your hands. “Miss Press? Come here, please.”

 

Hard Press, known to Ponyville as Wax Seal, immediately turned off her treadmill and walked over with shaking legs. “Yes sir?” She asked. “I know you're really tired and I'm super proud of you for pushing yourself, but could you hand out some water for the other girls? They aren't looking too hot.” Wax Seal smiled as you kissed her cheek and handed her some water bottles.

 

Indeed, your girls were trashed. Several of them had stopped and were simply sitting on the treadmill, dripping sweat everywhere. Shirts were pulled up and used as makeshift towels, revealing soft, sexy tummies. Every pair of elastic shorts seemed painted on as generous amounts of sweat had caused severe wedgies and transparent fabric. The show was at its peak, teasing the stallions outside with every sweaty jiggle.

 

Fancy Pants was stunned. “They respond so well! The poor girl is exhausted but she still listens to you without delay?” You couldn't hide your grin as the trap was set. “Sure she did. I respect her as a friend and worker and she does the same for me. Her size just makes it fun to watch that flank jiggle about.”

 

You knew Fancy was stealing glances left and right, doing his best not to lick his lips. “I see.” You gave him a small pat on the shoulder and winked. “We're always open. All night, every night. If you want a bit of entertainment for yourself or maybe teach Fleur de Lis what stallions REALLY want, come see me.” Another clap of your hands caught the attention of your mares. “Good work, ladies. Take a small breather and we'll head back for cheesecakes and milkshakes.”

 

The whole room echoed with a giant cheer of approval. Fleur de Lis scoffed as she jumped off her treadmill as quick as she could. “Fancy, we're leaving!” She stomped her way out, not even waiting for Fancy Pants to follow her. “You know...I think I might stay a while in Ponyville. One doesn't pass up such a kind offer from a stallion as yourself.” Fancy Pants smiled as he exited the gym.

 

Excited cheers greeted you and your mares as you exited the gym. Rarity was furious with you, blushing as she avoided your gaze. “C'mon, guys. If you've still got money left, you can buy these girls a drink they desperately need.” Fancy Pants, Fleur de Lis and Rarity stood amazed as every pony peeled away from the gym and followed you into the club.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rarity's stunned face would be burned in your mind forever. Hours later, it was still bringing a childish giggle to your lips as you watched business unfold as usual. Wax Seal was on the floor tonight absolutely killing it and nothing could have made you happier. Her earnings were already sky high and it was only her first week. You took a nice chug of cider and smiled as two very familiar unicorns sat beside you, each with their own pleasing mask.

 

“Hey, my two favorite ponies from the gym! What brings you here?” Fancy Pants smiled in the pulsing lights while Fleur de Lis pouted. “He dragged us here after saying that you invited us to this dump.” You sat there looking at Fancy Pants, letting the conversation hang into awkward silence. “C'mon, Fancy. Speak up. I asked you a question.”

 

“Oh..um...the music is a bit loud. Fleur was mentioning how you graciously invited us to see your business.” You signaled the bar for more cider and offered him a mug. “That's what I like to hear. I've heard the parties in Canterlot can get wild but I aim to top that.” Fleur stared at her mug and retched. “What is this back water swill? It looks like dog piss.”

 

Fancy Pants smacked his lips and hummed in approval. “It's Apple family cider! How in the WORLD do you get a hold of this golden treasure in the off season?” You took a sip of your cider and let out a satisfied sigh. “The Apples drain my wallet hard for the stuff but it's too good to pass up. You want to get hammered, you drink the best.”

 

Fleur scoffed as she pushed away her mug. “The drink of pathetic commoners. Fancy, let's go home. There's still time to get to my friend's delightful get together with dresses and class and actual drinks.” You set your mug down and stretched your arms. “You know, you've been bitching ever since you got here. Who the fuck died and named you princess.”

 

Before she could respond, you struck another heavy blow. “What does it matter anyway? Everyone knows that you're basically used goods at this point. In five years, who is gonna remember Fleur de Lis after her career ends and she's humping whoever she can for pity bits.” Fleur's face exploded scarlet as she charged towards you. “HOW DARE YOU!”

 

Your bouncers were already on top of her, holding her lanky forelegs back from punching you right in the jaw. “You know, we might not even have to wait five years for this. Fancy, can I humiliate your girlfriend for a moment?” Fancy Pants sputtered and coughed on a mouthful of cider, allowing you to force Fleur to the center stage.

 

“Mares and gentlecolts of the Greased Slut. I have simply one question to ask of you. Do any of you find Fleur de Lis attractive on a physical level?” Boos and jeers filled the room as Fleur struggled against the bulky bouncers. “I've had to listen to her be a complete pain in the ass all day and no pony here even likes the way she looks. Now, if she were to mellow out, enjoy herself and have a drink, that would be a different story.”

 

The bouncers released Fleur and set her on the stage. “Look, Fleur. No pony here cares about status, wealth, power or even superficial beauty like yours. You need to relax. Have a drink on the house!” With that, you gripped a large pitcher of cider and jammed it into her mouth. “Chug! Chug! Chug!' You shouted. The crowd instantly chimed in, shouting at the prissy mare to keep drinking.

 

Her slim tummy made it obvious she wasn't used to such crass activities. It bloated out after the first few gulps, making the supermodel look unnatural. Every chug distended her stomach a little more until the entire pitcher worth of cider was sloshing around in her belly. Fleur de Lis gasped hard as the last drops settled into her tummy, only to belch hard as the trapped gasses in her gut escaped.

 

“Yea!!! Go Fleur!” You cheered. Fleur blushed as she walked offstage, wincing as her stomach wobbled with every step. “My goodness. Fleur, are you alright?” She sighed as she sat down, rubbing her stomach to ease the pain. “Oh gosh....I'm so full...” You sat down next to her and grinned. “You drank like a real champ, up there. Feeling calm?”

 

A hiccup was your response as Fleur nearly collapsed into Fancy's hooves. “Fu....fuck you.” Fleur de Lis moaned. You drained the rest of your mug and smiled. “Already told you. Gain a few pounds and mellow out. You might get my attention, then.” Fleur struggled to contain another belch as Fancy Pants helped her off the stage. “Go sleep it off in the back. Don't worry about a thing.” You finished a key from your jacket and placed it in Fancy's hooves.” Both unicorns were flabbergasted as you walked away and resumed the party.

 

The bouncers helped Fancy Pants wrangle the furious, stuffed mare into the back. With that taken care of, all you had left to do was wait and see if fate had dealt you a good hand or a great hand. “Can't worry about tomorrow when today is still here. Let's really get this thing started!” You shouted to the crowd as you popped open another bottle of cider and began to pour.

 

With the drinks flowing, the rest of the night was a blur. The only thing you could remember was escorting a giggling Wax Seal up to your office for some “extra paperwork”. Your hands were pushed into her soft belly as you both cuddled upon your messy, sex stained bed. Another successful night followed by a peaceful morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Time to start the afternoon. Always time for coffee.” You forced yourself to let go of Wax Seal and stretched, grabbing your robe in the process. Coffee was always the most important meal of the day and the kitchens had a pot already made. Fleur de Lis and Fancy Pants were at the bar dining on a bit of lunch. “Morning, you two. Have fun last night?”

 

“Fancy, we need to go.” Fleur cast the evil eye at you as you sat down. “No need to be so hostile. I only wish to show off how fun it could be to let loose and not be such a bitch.” Fleur hopped out of her seat but stopped as she noticed the bouncers already closing in. “Must you be such a spoiled brat?” You took a sip of your coffee and smiled. “Takes one to know one, sister.”

 

“Fleur, Anonymous, could we stop this? I know that we both have differences but don't be so bloodthirsty over it.” Fancy Pants cast a stern look as he finished his meal. “We certainly aren't the purest of individuals. There are a few nuggets of truth in the rather slanderous tabloid articles would suggest but surely there must be a point where we both agree?”

 

You shrugged as a fork cut through a stack of pancakes. “I'm a simple man, Fancy. I like my parties loud, wild and full of mares that want to enjoy themselves in the kitchen and the bedroom.” Fleur giggled as she looked over to her coltfriend. “Oh yea? Why don't we make a bet, then. Prove to us that your way is better.”

 

A white hoof darted across the bar, taunting you. “If there really is some fun into this life of acting like a disgusting pig, show us.” Fancy Pants bit his lip. “Dear, I don't think...” You cut him off and grasp Fleur's hoof with a strong handshake. “Done. We'll be heading out immediately.” Fancy Pants groaned as breakfast was cut short. “Must we do this? We could simply agree to disagree...”

 

You leaned in close and chuckled into his ear. “Fancy, let me play this little game. If I can convince Fleur that my parties are better, you could have your own fat, obedient mare just waiting for your attention at all hours of the day.” He sighed and got out of his chair. “I hope you know what you're doing...” Fancy warned as you led them out of your club.

 

There was only one way to ensure your success. You needed the best show possible and there were only two ponies in Equestria ready for such a tease. Fleur de Lis and Fancy Pants followed you through town, ever curious as to where you were taking them. A smile spread along your face as the massive bakery came into view.

 

“What in the world sort of building is that? It's so tacky and it clashes against the local designs.” Fleur gagged as you approached the front door. “This is the best bakery in Ponyville. Sugarcube Corner. Come inside and I'll show you exactly what you are missing.” Fleur rolled her eyes as you held the door open for her. Fancy Pants followed, allowing you to usher them both to the counter. You flagged over Carrot from behind the counter and gave him the business signal.

 

“Why hello, Mister Green! How is my favorite human doing today?” Carrot Cake smiled as he spotted you walk in. “Doing just fine. I was in the mood for something sweet and all I could think of was you and Blue.” Carrot coughed as his eyes flicked over to his Canterlot customers waiting on you. “Um...Mister Green...what are you talking about?”

 

Cup Cake peeked out from the kitchen and growled as she noticed you standing in the store. “Oh Mister Green! I thought I heard my hubby say your name. How are you doing? Come in, we've got some spare food if you're hungry.” You nodded as you approached the kitchen doors with a mischievous smile. “Miss Blue, darling...would you mind taking some of that food...upstairs?”

 

“Upstairs? We just ate.” Fleur whispered. “And why upstairs. We can eat here in the parlor.” Fleur watched Cup Cake waddle out from the kitchen. “Oh...NOW I see why.” Fleur stuck out her tongue as she watched every inch of Cup Cake jiggle and wobble as she approached you.

 

The blue mare blushed and bit her lip. “Oh my...are you implying what I think you are?” You giggled and booped her on the nose. “As long as you don't mind a pair of unicorns that need convincing that our sort of bedroom fun is the best.” Everypony in the bakery was blushing as you started unbuckling your pants.

 

“An...Mister Green! Just what in Tartarus are you doing??” Carrot Cake hissed as your pants dropped to the floor. “Simple. We're having another threesome like you wanted while these two watch.” Fleur De Lis recoiled in disgust. “I knew you were nothing more than just a hick pervert. Getting off to such crude ideas and fantasies. I'm leaving.”

 

“It'll just be another headline, you know. Spoiled brat of a mare walks out of a free show due to her prissy attitude.” You landed another blow, causing the mare to turn back around. “Your jests wont work on me this time, you low brow cretin. I'm wont stand for any more of this nonsense.” Fleur de Lis stopped as Cup Cake slid to your side and grinned. “Fine. More prime man meat for me. I bet your pussy creaks like a rusty door if you spread your legs too wide.”

 

Fleur de Lis stomped her hoof in anger. “IT DOES NOT!” Steam shot out of her ears as she marched over to Cup Cake. “Wait a minute....you were one of the mares at the gym! I should have known you were one of those cows pretending to work out with those lumps you call an ass wobbling behind you.

 

Cup scoffed as she pulled you and Carrot close. “At least I have an ass my stallions love. I bet Fancy Pants has to send you a letter through the mail just to kiss a tart like you. C'mon, fellas. I was promised sex and I need some relief today.” It was all you needed to grab a cake or two and head upstairs. “C'mon up. Watch the show.” You taunted while Carrot locked up the store.

 

“You DO owe me for that stunt in the gym, you know.” Cup teased as she swatted your leg with her tail. “I plan to pay in full. Give these two a show and let them see just how fun this is.” Carrot herded everypony into the bedroom and sighed. “The things you do when you become a co-owner of a strip club.” He blushed as Cup Cake was already pulling off your underwear. “Blue, if you were hungry, you should have had a snack or two.”

 

“Gumdrop, you know cakes don't feed THIS hunger.” Cup grinned before swallowing your shaft down her throat. Fancy Pants gasped in surprise as Cup managed to fit your whole length inside of her mouth. “Goodness...I've never seen such degeneracy.” Fleur de Lis frowned as she slugged her coltfriend in the forearm. “So? I could do that....if...if I WANTED to.” They turned back to see Carrot rubbing and groping his wife's ass, teasing them both as Carrot eased his growing erection into the vast cleavage of his Cup's ass.

 

“Wait...what is he DOING?” Fleur muttered as Carrot pushed his hips forward. The unicorns watched in disbelief as Carrot easily glided himself between Cup's cheeks, making her rump jiggle as his crotch slammed into her. She moaned in delight as an orange hoof spanked her hard. “Wow...” Fancy Pants shuddered as his own cock began to harden at such a show.

 

Even Fleur watched in fascination as Carrot picked up his pace. The room was filled with lewd moans as Cup easily sucked your cock like a pro. “Blue, you want it or wait?” You warned as the familiar tingle of climax filled your balls. The lewd mare released your cock and began tugging at it with her hooves. “All over me. Don't let a single drop hit the bed!” You shuddered at her words and released yourself, splattering cum all over her face and in her hair.

 

Carrot whined as he hit his own peak, tugging on Cup's fluffy tail as his cum landed on her huge, wobbly rump. Cup Cake moaned as the warm, sticky cum ran down her face and back. “Yessss. Mark me like the fat slut I am and give me some of that cake.” You didn't need to be told twice as you scooped up a big chuck of cake and crammed it into her mouth.

 

Cup moaned as she chewed and swallowed, licking her lips to gather up any stray frosting and cum stuck to her face. “More. I want both of you, now!” Cup's pussy was on fire as arousal trailed down her legs, plump thighs glistening as you waggled your cock in your hands. “Does piggy want a good fucking? You better be careful or you might end up with another set of twins at this rate.”

 

“She's a mother??” Fleur covered her muzzle with a hoof as she struggled to keep watching. Even she couldn't deny the fires burning between her legs as the fat mare was pampered with more food and attention. “A damn fine mother at that...” Fancy Pants whispered as a tiny trickle of pre was dripping down his shaft.

 

Carrot hit the bed and sat face up as Cup lowered herself onto his cock. With as wet as she was, it was simple enough for Carrot to slide himself into his wife. You gave them a moment to enjoy each other before spreading her fat cheeks apart and slid yourself into her ass. Cup Cake was drooling as she felt herself stuffed full from such well hung stallions. “Fu...fuck me....I wanna walk funny for a week.” Cup begged as you began to move your hips.

 

“If you keep eating, you won't even have to worry about walking.” You teased as Carrot shoved another glob of cake in her mouth. Cup shuddered as the heavy bite was forced down her throat, making her gush all down Carrot's length. “She....she came just from the food?” Fleur bit her lip as the wet plaps of sex filled the room. She turned in surprise as Fancy Pants was slowly stroking himself to the scene.

 

“F-Fancy! How dare you!” Fleur blushed as she lit up her horn. “If...if you needed some relief...you should have said something.” A magical aura wrapped itself around Fancy's cock, lightly tugging away at the stallion's erection. “Fleeeuuurrrr...” He moaned, lighting up his own horn. His mare let out a surprised cry as a phantom cock began to tease her sex.

 

You grinned as you watched them play with each other. Another slap of Cup's generous rump forced another orgasm out of the stuffed mare. Every thrust brought another jiggle, another quake of flesh against flesh. Most of the cake was gone, all shoved into Cup's heavy belly but it had been enough. The obese mare was stuck in a low moan as she stared at the wall in bliss. “Green...she's all glassy eyed again. How many times is it, now?”

 

“Don't care....I just wanna cum already!” You moaned, timing your thrusts with Carrot. “Same....oh goddess...” Carrot moaned as he reached out and played with his wife's tummy while offering a little kiss on the lips. You both climaxed at the same time, bloating up the blue mare even bigger with a healthy load of cum.

 

Exhausted, you slumped into the bed next to the Cakes. As much as you'd love to enjoy the afterglow, two horny unicorns were busy making lewd noises on the other side of the room. “So, what did you think?” You asked. Their magic stopped as they snapped out of their daze. “Oh..um...well...” Fancy Pants sputtered around his words as another drop of pre landed on his thighs.

 

“It was sex...of course it got us excited.” Fleur struggled to keep her composure. “No doubt it did. Wild ponies such as yourselves probably do this kind of thing all the time.” You stood up, still half naked, and walked over to them both. “A bunch of rich nobles all in one room fucking each other silly, drinking and name calling and tail pulling. Must be nice.”

 

“There...aren't. No parties like that at all.” His bluffing was absolutely awful as he tried to hide his erection. “Not that I know of.” You shrugged and gave Cup another meaty spanking. “Shame. If you're staying any longer in Ponyville, you're always welcome to show up at the club for a night of FUN.” You thrust your hips at them with emphasis, turning their faces bright scarlet as Fleur tugged Fancy Pants out of the room. “We MUST be going! The hotel must be worried!”

 

“Got em.” You grinned as the cakes finally began to stir from their bed. “Hey Anon...lock the store back up after they go...and come back to bed.” Carrot purred as he played with Cup's tummy. “The club can take care of itself for one night. I think we need to have a little party of our own.” You made sure that Sugarcube Corner was locked up tight, then returned to to the bedroom with another cake.

 

 

 

 

You returned to the club early that morning. No matter how much the Cakes begged, there was work to be done. There was no way you were doing it without coffee, since the Cakes had kept you busy till sunrise. You walked up to the bar and found a pleasant surprise awaiting you. Two bashful unicorns enjoying a little breakfast in your club.

 

“Good MORNING, you two lovebirds. Did you take care of everything you needed to at the hotel?” Fleur couldn't look you in the eye and Fancy Pants busied himself with coffee. A smile cracked on your face as they continued to stay silent. “Ohhhhh...did certain someponies have a GOOD time last night?” You nudged Fancy Pants until he slammed down his empty mug. “Well...yes! Yes we did.” Fancy Pants blushed as he toyed with his breakfast. “We...we haven't had that good of a time in a while.”

 

“See? I know it's hard coming down to this level but its so refreshing! Who cares what anypony else thinks, just have fun.” Fleur sighed as she pushed away her half eaten meal. “I can't eat anymore of this. It's so good, but my figure...” Her eyes drifted down to her tummy which looked a little bloated compared to yesterday. “So? It's just a heavy breakfast...unless you might have also forced a big dinner into the small tummy of yours.” You smiled as you gripped your favorite mug from the bar and poured yourself a coffee.

 

“Well, we have ponies always watching us. My whole career is based on my looks.” Fleur sighed. “I have to be the pony that society expects me to be.” You shrugged as you took a sweet sip of coffee. “Fuck that. Don't you wanna live your life for yourself? I already said two nights ago. I don't care about who you are or your status when you are in my club.”

 

“Princess Celestia could come through that door and I'll offer her some coffee, cider or whatever she might want. As long as she has fun with it.” Fancy Pants nodded as he refilled his cup. “I certainly found it enjoyable. I don't know why more ponies don't let themselves be happy.” He turned to Fleur and grabbed her hoof. “Fluffy buns...are you happy being a model?”

 

“Hey hey hey! Not in public!” She blushed before leaning into Fancy's chest. “...No. I don't REALLY like it. I like the attention it brings but it's so demanding and stressful and I end up screaming at ponies all the time.” Fancy Pants patted her head and smiled. “I think we should take a page from Mister Green. If you don't want to model, then don't. Other ponies be damned. All that matters is what I think of you.”

 

“Cheers to that!” You grinned before chugging the rest of your coffee. “Of course, if you still want the thrills of the public watching you, I could always help with that.” Fleur de Lis sat up and stared at you. “Wha...me, model for you? I thought you said you didn't like me?” You chuckled as you pushed her plate in front of her. “You're certainly attractive enough, but as you can tell, I like my mares with some curves to grope.”

 

“C'mon. You said it was good. Take another bite.” You taunted. Fleur looked over to Fancy Pants only to see his approving smile. “Darling, if you want more, have more. You're not a model anymore, right? I want you to be happy.” Fleur levitated a half eaten pancake to her mouth and took another bite, moaning as she swallowed it up.

 

“I can't remember the last time I ate like this.” Fleur blushed as she forced another swallow down. “It's okay. Go slow. I love it when a mare teases out another bite.” You smiled as Fleur kept going. The stuffed mare blushed even harder as she struggled to eat, her bloated tummy inching outwards as she filled up. Her hooves slowly circled her gut, struggling to find more room in her full stomach. She levitated the last bite over her lips and moaned. “I...I can't.”

 

“Yes you can.” Fancy Pants cooed as he used his hooves to force the rest into Fleur's mouth. The mare gasped in surprise as she chewed the final piece before swallowing it up. “Oh gosh...I'm gonna be sick.” Fancy Pants gently rubbed his hooves over her stomach while he kissed her neck. “Don't worry, you'll be fine. Just breathe in and out. Focus on that and not the pain.”

 

Every little kiss sent shivers up Fleur's spine. Her ragged breath was slowly turning into moans as Fancy Pants continued to assault the stuffed mare with kissed and attention. “Oh Fancy...you're never this affectionate...” Fleur de Lis eased herself off her stool and pulled Fancy Pants by his tie. “I can't take it anymore. Mister Green, we need to rent one of the rooms in the back of the club.”

 

You led the little lovebirds all the way back to the room you had previously offered a few nights ago. “Um...Mister Green? Where are you going?” The unicorns blushed as you opened the door and walked in first. “You love the attention, right? Why not try something new and let somepony watch a beautiful moment together.” You leaned against the wall and smirked at the embarrassed couple. “Think about it. I'll be watching your every move. Every thrust, every push, every moan and scream. Entertain me for a spell.”

 

“Um...this isn't the kind of attention we were thinking of.” Fancy Pants coughed as he tapped the ground with a hoof. “I kinda wanna try it...” Fleur whispered as she moved towards the bed. She leaned back and sat upon the bed, using her tail to hide her pussy. “Fancy, I want it...even if he watches. It's only fair, right? I wanna have fun today.” You nodded and clapped your hands. “Spoken like a true entertainer. You might even have what it takes to work here.”

 

“Can you imagine that? Ponies watching you eat yourself into obesity and getting off to it? Not that prissy, false sense of beauty that Canterlot loves. Real, honest, raw attraction. Imagine knowing how badly they want to fuck you after paying you money just to eat food and then using all that pure emotion for your real lover. Does that excite you at all?”

 

Fleur was panting as she tried to spread her legs even wider. “Y..yesssss...oh gosh, somepony fuck me already!” Fancy Pants jumped at Fleur's shouting, scrambling over the bed and leaning over her. She pulled him in nice and close, smothering his lips with a sloppy kiss as she pushed her hips upward. Both ponies moaned as he returned the kiss in full. Fancy Pants was getting off to this just as much as Fleur, doing his best to make sure you were still watching.

 

A wet squelch filled the room as Fancy Pants finally got his prize. Fleur shuddered as she wrapped her hind legs around his butt and pulled herself as close as she could. “Yesssss. Fuck me. Fuck your little Canterlot whore.” She begged. Fancy Pants wasted no time in thrusting as hard as she could, slamming his hips against Fleur as she screamed in delight.

 

You watched the horny ponies fuck like rabbits, filling the air with moans, screams and the lovely, wet sounds of raunchy sex. Just when you think they were finished, they would spot you in the corner and start kissing again. Something had snapped in them and their only mission seemed to be entertaining the silent watcher in the room.

 

“Damn, I've never seen two go at it for so long. That was intense.” You wiped a bit of sweat off your forehead as the unicorns finally collapsed. The bed was messy with cum and sweat but Fleur and Fancy were too busy cuddled together to care. You slipped out of the room as quietly as you could. “Gotta take a little breather before opening.” You rushed off to your office, pants around your ankles as your erection threatened to tear through your clothing.

 

 

 

 

 

Opening time was close at hand, yet Fleur de Lis and Fancy Pants were still locked away in their room. “Damn, they wore themselves out.” You grinned as you donned your mask for the night. As you approached the back for one final check, you spotted Fancy waving his hoof at you. “Psst. Mister Green. I have something I wish to discuss with you.”

 

“Of course.” You slipped into the room and closed the door. “So, what do you wish to discuss?” Fancy Pants wasted no time and cleared his throat. “Mister Green, were you serious in your proposition for Fleur? Would you allow her to work here?” The mask always helped keep a stern poker face and tonight was no exception. “Ah, a business offer. Why don't we go head to my office for this.”

 

You ushered the unicorns up the hidden staircase and opened the door to your office. They promptly sat down and smiled as a contract was put onto your desk. “Our standard sort of contract comes with the usual sort of stipulations. Pay rates, tips, food favors when you are hungry and all that. Pleasantries that I'm sure you are well accustomed to, Fancy.”

 

“However, I think we've got a bigger deal for you.” A smile spread across your face as you pulled out a much thicker bundle of documents. “Fancy...go into business with me. I want the Greased Slut in Canterlot and I want YOU to run it.” Their eyes widened as you flipped through the giant stack of paper. “You know Canterlot better than I do, so I'll let you pick the location and all that. I'll even fund construction if you like.”

 

“There's only one thing I need in return.” Fancy Pants sighed. “Always a catch, eh? What is it?” You got up and stood behind Fleur's chair. “I saw some real passion today. Passion for her and for the raw enjoyment of life. If you want to run your own club full of mares like mine, you have to start somewhere.” You placed your hands on Fleur de Lis's shoulders and smiled. “You've got to prove you want it bad enough. Until Fleur is as big as my mares and knows how to eat, no deal.”

 

“As big as them? How??” Fleur de Lis gasped. “You eat. You drink. You shake every new pound and entice all our customers to pay you all the attention you could ever want while they feed you.” Fleur bit her lip as you teased the slender mare. “You had a good stuffing session today, but you need to be bigger, fatter, sexier. Fancy Pants has to help you become the star you know you wish to be.”

 

“Well...it wouldn't be so bad, would it? I'd be the star on my terms, right?” You nodded as you tapped the contract. “Fancy will have to report to me every week or so just so I can get a feel for how well the place is doing but beyond that, do what you want in accordance to the law.” Fancy Pants tapped his chin and hummed. “How much does this place make per week?”

 

“Almost close to a hundred thousand bits. We're a dinky rural hub close to Canterlot. I can't imagine how much you could make in a big city like that. I'll even be nice and cut the profits in your favor. Seventy percent for you, thirty for me.” Fancy Pants was stunned. “Really? That much?” You smiled and pushed the contract into his hooves.

 

“Like I said, I make more than enough here. I just need a foothold into Canterlot.” You sat down and poured a round of cider for everypony. “Take your time, let your lawyers look at it and all that. Just promise me you get more food into your mare. Her first big night here determines if she has a lifetime of big nights ahead of her.”

 

“A whole room of ponies staring every night...” Fleur moaned as she flicked her tail. “Can Fancy feed it all to me? Make them all jealous?” Fancy leaned over and kissed his marefriend. “Can I? I intend to! You're my little fluffy buns and I'm going to covet every inch of your new body.” You held up your mug in triumph. “To a whole new business and a whole new life.” The mugs knocked together, signaling a fine toast.

 

“Now, there's just one thing left to do. Fleur, how much do you like hayburgers?” You clicked on your intercom and smirked. “Hey, send ten burgers and three orders of fries to my office. We're celebrating up here.” The mare blushed at your order as she looked over her body. “I haven't had one since I was a little filly. Do you really think I can eat ten?”

 

A knock at your door signaled your delivery. “Little steps at a time. I don't expect you to eat ten right now. Eat as much as you can.” The massive platter of food was pushed in front of Fleur de lis, the heavenly smell of perfectly cooked hay and grease filling the air. “Fancy Pants, help her out. She needs to learn how to let others take charge, after all.”

 

You pushed a burger into his hooves and smiled. “Go on. Worship and pamper her until she can't eat anymore.” Fancy Pants hesitated before pushing it towards Fleur's mouth. She opened her mouth and chomped on it, moaned as the sticky grease dripped from her lips. “Ohhh, these are fantastic! Keep going, Fancy....please?”

 

Fancy Pants found his courage, pushing the burger back to her lips. Fleur de Lis took another bite, moaning as she placed her hooves on her tummy. All she had to do was chew and swallow as Fancy helped her finish the first burger. “These are massive. I look so huge.” Fleur moaned as she pushed into her distended tummy.

 

A belch flew out of her mouth, making the model blush. “Nothing better than a good burp after a meal, right? Enjoy it.” Fleur took your words to heart, diving at the next burger offered to her. She managed to finish it faster than her first. Her slouched posture and ragged breath was enough for you as you held back Fancy's hoof. “She's done. Push her any more and we lose such a beautiful stuffing session.” You pat Fleur's tummy and smiled at her. “You did great, though. Don't worry, we'll have you eating that much as a snack.”

 

You munched on a few fries as you engaged the visibility spell on the floor. “Sit back and watch the floor from a different view. You can see everything from here. The bar, the dance floor, the entrance. All you need to monitor every sexy jiggle.” They watched with you all night as the money flowed and your mares entertained. You smirked as Fleur struggled to eat another burger through it all, craving her spot in center stage even though her discomfort.

 

 

 

 

“Ugh, must I ALWAYS be eating?” Fleur whimpered as you brought the remnants of her breakfast backstage. “I know it's a struggle since you're drastically changing your diet but you need to eat as much as you can. Stretching out your stomach means you can eat more. Eating more means a bigger, sexier belly.” Fancy Pants scooped up another bit of scrambled egg and eased the fork to Fleur's mouth.

 

“We could always do it the hard way.” You mused. “I've got an industrial tank and pump hidden in the walls. We could bloat you up like a balloon with a mix of lard and butter.” Fleur de Lis covered her mouth as she turned green all over. “Nah, not yet at least. I know what might encourage your appetite, though.” You opened the door to the fitting rooms and gestured them inside.

 

Dozens upon dozens of sexy outfits were hanging on various racks in the changing room. Red Ribbon offered a smile as she pulled up a few with her magic. “Aha, so the rumors ARE true. I can't believe I get to design something for THE Fleur de Lis!” Red giggled as she held up a set of black stockings and panties. “What do you think? Does black suit you?”

 

Fleur gasped, letting a bit of food fall to the floor. “Wait wait wait, panties and stockings? Dresses and outfits? You...you mean I can still model like this?” Fleur smiled as she grabbed a few costumes from the racks. “Ahh, there it is. I knew this would make her love this new job.” Fancy Pants smiled as the two mares began a whirlwind of conversation. “I take it Fleur didn't want to leave modeling behind?”

 

Fancy Pants nodded. “I tried my best to convince her that it would be the same but she wouldn't believe me. You might not have noticed but I WAS watching your girls and how they were presenting themselves.” A snicker escaped you as you wrapped your arm around Fancy Pants. “Oh yea, REALLY watching my girls shake their flanks like fillies desperate for attention.”

 

“...Got me.” Fancy Pants laughed as he looked over to Fleur de Lis and Red Ribbon. “Darling, might I make a suggestion?” Fancy trotted over and grabbed a few things with his magic. “Remember that party a month ago where the host had all those mares sitting around him? Hay Hefner, I believe his name was.” Fleur blushed as Fancy Pants found a set of bunny ears and set them upon her head. “If you REALLY want me on stage feeding you, can you be my chubby widdle bunny?”

 

“Fancyyyyy! Don't be mushy!” A light, bashful giggle filled the air as Fleur leaned close to her coltfriend. “Only if you promise to fill me up, stud.” She winked before placing her lips on Fancy's cheek. “The best for my little sweetheart.” Fancy turned over to Red Ribbon and grinned. “Have you ever seen the outfits from 'Playmare magazine'? I want my chubby bunny in a skintight suit just like theirs.”

 

“Ohh, I like the sound of that...Maybe that could be a theme for the Canterlot sector?” Fancy Pants blushed as the thoughts filled his head. “Everypony in white spandex jiggling their flanks around with my personal bunny taking center stage in sexy black stockings. I'm loving these ideas.” Fleur de Lis grabbed her outfit and slipped behind a changing wall.

 

“Um...are there all supposed to be so WIDE?” Fleur called out. “Mister Green doesn't allow small or medium sizes here. All new recruits have to fit in their costumes before they can work.” Fleur sighed as she walked from behind the screen. Her stockings were sliding off her thighs and the spandex was sagging off her body.

 

“Don't worry about it. I'm not pushing you to be out there tonight. We now have a goal for you so all you have to worry about is eating.” You grinned as the intercom was clicked on. “Kitchen staff? Prepare a nice lunch for four. Double one order for our new trainee.” A moan filled the room as Fleur sat down. “Another meal? I'm still full from breakfast!”

 

Fleur looked down at her ill fitting costume and sighed. “Don't be so down. You'll be eating like a pro in no time, dear.” Fancy Pants sat next to his marefriend and grabbed the box of blank masks. “In the meantime, we can finish your costume. Everypony needs a mask, correct?” You nodded as you withdrew yours from your jacket and placed it upon your head. Red Ribbon did the same, leaving the two unicorns bare.

 

“My, it certainly is imposing when you don't have one to match.. Let's get started.” Fancy Pants rummaged though some of the blank masks and tried them on. “Hmm...how do I look?” They inspected themselves in the mirror with each one with lukewarm reception. “Drat...I never thought looking good would be so hard.” Fancy Pants groaned as the discarded pile grew taller and taller.

 

“I wonder...since you're going to be the owners of the Canterlot branch, why not have purple masks?” Red Ribbon concentrated her magic and cast an illusion on a few masks. “Ahhh, like a queen!” Fleur giggled as she immediately pushed one onto her face. “Hmm...a king and queen of the stage. I like the ring to that.” You mused.

 

“King and queen?” Fleur and Fancy smiled as they looked at their masks. You leaned over and whispered a suggestion to Red Ribbon. In no time, Red Ribbon offered them each a unique mask. “Oh, I love the little crown on the top. It's imposing and strong.” Fancy and Fleur took one final look before nodding in agreement. “It's settled. King and Queen will be your code names should I ever need to call you on business.”

 

The doors to the changing room opened as the kitchen staff distributed lunch. “Ohh...the hayburgers DO smell great.” Fleur moaned as she reached out for her massive order. You smiled as her previous fullness seemed to be forgotten as a big, greasy bite slid into Fleur's distended gut. “Of course, code names are all well and good but what about a stage name?” Fancy Pants mused as he began eating his meal.

 

Fleur sat and chewed her food, struggling to think. “I'm not sure. I've heard some of the names you've given your mares, Mister Green but I don't have the imagination for it myself. Do you have any suggestions for me?” You gave it a moment, closing your eyes in deep thought. “I love plays on a pony's name. Most don't ever connect the dots since they are too drunk or filled with lust to care.”

 

“Hm...Lust...Fleur de Lust....” You shook your head. “Nope. Too simple. We need to change the first part of your name as well.” Fancy Pants smiled as he poked his mare in the stomach. “Flab, Mister Green. Flab de Lust.” Fleur blushed, busying herself with her meal even as she struggled to continue eating. “Aha. Fleur de Lis is fabulous. Her grace, her beauty, her desire. It's only fitting we play off that.”

 

“Flab u Lust will be your stage name. Any objections?” You offered the stuffed mare. She tried to open her mouth but Fancy Pants shoved a hoofful of fries into her mouth. “I think it's delightful. The king of the Greased Slut in Canterlot feeding his queen every night.” You chuckled as you wiped off your mouth and pulled all the empty plates from the floor. “Wonderful. Keep at it, Flab u Lust. I can't wait to see your first show.”

 

 

 

 

 

Fleur de Lis continued her gains with much, MUCH encouragement from you and Fancy Pants. You monitored her closely, making sure she was either eating meals at the bar or taking loads of snacks if she left the club. Every day, her outfit seemed to fit better and better as the once slim unicorn piled on the pounds. Fancy Pants was certainly helping as his affection for his mare increased with her weight. You had lost count how many times they had run off to their private room after a lengthy fitting or stuffing.

 

Her face softened, legs thickened and her belly swelled. Her true prize, however, was her rump. Once skinny and slender, Fleur's rump had exploded with delicious, saggy flab. It wobbled and wiggled when she walked, often giving her an unintentional sway of her hips as she made her way from the bar to the fitting room every day. It was certainly a sight to behold as it became harder and harder to ask if she needed to use your face as a seat as her rump became a thing of true beauty.

 

“My word.” Fancy Pants gasped as Fleur walked out from behind the changing screen. Her bunny suit fit like a glove thanks to the constant modifications from Red Ribbon. Fleur's belly fit snug into the spandex while her thick thighs gripped the high stockings in such an alluring manner. Her huge ass was causing the suit to ride up her crack, giving a far better view than intended.

 

“I look...incredible!” Fleur gushed. She looked upon herself in her mirror, licking her lips and moaning as she felt her body struggle to move in the skin tight suit. “Try it with your mask and the ears. I even dyed the ears to match your mask.” Red Ribbon used her magic to place the ears and mask onto Fleur, completing the costume.

 

“By Celestia...she's irresistible!” Fancy Pants was drooling as he circled his marefriend. She giggled and gave him a giant hug. “I can tell. Just don't go waving your erection on stage tonight.” Everyone giggled as Fancy Pants blushed. “I can't help it! You're so beautiful and sexy...I NEED you, now!”

 

“Ah ah ah, not yet, King.” You warned as you pushed them apart. “You and me BOTH want a slice of that fine mare, but she needs to take center stage tonight. Prove to us she is worth it, right?” Fleur gasped as she rushed over to you. “You mean it? We get center stage?” You nodded as you reached down and grabbed her fat ass. “Every mare gets center stage to prove herself...and a nice spot in my private bed upstairs to seal the deal.”

 

Fleur bit her lip. “You....you really like the way I look?” You growled as you squeezed her rump again. “No, YOU like the way you look. It's really changed your personality and I can't say no to the little wiggle that beautiful ass has given you.” Fleur was red in the face as she turned to Fancy Pants. “I...I wiggle my butt? Why didn't you say anything! I'm so embarrassed!” Fancy Pants chuckled as he kissed his marefriend. “It was too sexy! And it works perfectly for you. It's been such a tease all this time.”

 

“Are you ready? I went easy on your breakfast servings for a reason. Be hungry for as much food as you can handle tonight.” You could see Fleur's determination in her eyes beyond the mask. A fire had been lit inside her and you knew it was going to lead to great things. “Setup is in an hour. Get with the mares, get some tips and support before your big moment. Knock em dead, Flab u Lust.”

 

You turned to Fancy Pants and gave him a thumbs up. “You can feed her on stage all you want. Make sure you know her limits and if she says stop, don't push it. Work together and make your first night a success here. For yourself and for Canterlot.” Fancy Pants nodded, leaving you to do one last thing. Get ready for another amazing show.

 

The center stage was all set up. Dozens of plates were scattered along the serving table, covered with some of the fanciest foods you had ever seen. Profiteroles straight from Prance, baklava from Saddle Arabia, exquisite cheesecakes from Great Bittan, ice kachang from Singapony, tiramisu from Italy and a massive bowl of crème brulee. Along with such strange desserts were tons and tons of Swiss chocolates all flaked with gold. You whistled as the last piece was put on display, a massive, towering bucket of thick chocolate mousse.

 

“Wowza. Even as a fatty, Fleur has expensive taste.” Even the audience was flabbergasted as they stared at the foods. “Jeez, some of that stuff looks like it would take a whole month's pay! Who could even afford such food?” The crowd got their answer as the lights dimmed and the spotlights raced towards center stage.

 

The curtains pulled away to reveal Fleur de Lis beaming to her audience. Her chubby smirk filled the air with her superiority, forcing the crowd to hush in awe of her powerful aura. The skin tight leotard of her bunny outfit quaked as she waddled on stage. Even her bunny ears had a delightful wobble to them as Fleur took her seat on stage, giggling as her chair was already creaking under her weight.

 

“Subjects! Your queen has arrived! I am the unstoppable, the untouchable, the bottomless belly known as Flab U Lust!” Her voice boomed over the hushed crowd of horny stallions as she gave her belly a light pat. “You wish to see me eat? Get nice and fat right before your very eyes? Watch, but dare not touch your queen. That right is reserved for my king!”

 

Nopony had noticed Fancy Pants strutting on stage, his suit extra crisp and flashy under the spotlight. “Yes, subjects. I am your king of flab and the one and ONLY feeder to my queen. YOU may watch but she is MINE to grope, MINE to feed and more importantly, mine to RUT!” Fancy Pants slammed his lips onto Fleur's smooching her hard and causing the stallions to go wild.

 

“My king, your queen grows hungry. Feed me, and let me burst from this cheap, dollar store suit!” With that, the music resumed through the club, blasting hard as Fancy Pants began the show. The Profiteroles were first, easily floating through the air as Fancy's magic pulled them off the serving table. Fleur didn't even bother to chew, gulping down the tiny pastries like they were air.

 

“Loving it, my pretty little mare?” Fancy beamed as he grabbed the last one from the platter and pushed it into Fleur's mouth. “Mmmmm yessshhhh. Feed me more. I want to be your fat piggy and rut you right here, right now.” The crowd screamed, chanting their demands as Fancy grabbed a few servings of the ice kachang.

 

Little flecks of gold lined the icy dessert, along with lots of chocolate sauce, fruit and coconut milk. Fancy made sure every bite had some gold in it. Only the best for his ever growing mare. All Fleur had to do was lean back and moan as her stomach began to stress her leotard. The leggings lost their opacity as Fleur's thick hips and thighs expanded bigger and bigger with every bite.

 

Fleur slipped out a belch that roared over the music, sending the stallions into a tipping frenzy. You watched with a smirk as the next course began. Fancy Pants slipped his grip on the rich cheesecake, smearing a bit all over Fleur's lips. “Oh dear, you're already such a mess. Let me clean that up.” Fancy Pants chuckled as he kissed and licked the remnants of the pie away.

 

Pastry after pastry was forced into Fleur's mouth. A few crumbs and a line of drool slipped onto her cheeks and growing gut as she chewed and swallowed. Her breaths were getting shallow and eyes glassy and dull as more food was eased into her tummy. You bit your lip. As good as this was, Fleur was reaching her limits already.

 

Another belch echoed through the club, leaving Fleur moaning and panting. Sweat was pouring down her face as she snapped back to reality and struggled to keep herself composed. Mane frazzled, face red as a cherry and costume fit to burst from her stuffing, you were ready to give the cut off signal to Vinyl when you noticed Fleur lighting up her horn.

 

“More....” She gasped as she grabbed globs of the crème brulee from the massive bowl behind Fancy Pants. “You filthy slut of a pig. I WAS going to stop but here you are, desperate to eat yourself into a coma. How about it, peasants. Should we keep going?” The crowd cheered in delight, raising their hooves in delight. “Oh, I'm sorry. I don't speak commoner tongue. I only listen to BITS.”

 

The money began to pile on stage. You watched as stallions emptied their purses in desperation to watch Fleur continued. Fancy Pants smiled as he grabbed a slice of the tiramisu and pushed it to her lips. Fleur opened her mouth obediently and resumed her eating, rubbing her belly and moaning as more was shoved into her stomach.

 

As the last of the tiramisu was shoveled into Fleur's mouth, it finally happened. The leggings began to rip down the sides of Fleur's thighs and her belly had worn out a seam on the side of the leotard. “EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT!” The crowd screamed, returning to the stage and dumping even more money at Fancy's hooves. “Flab U Lust, are you ready for the final course?”

 

“I don't think we'll be needing these inadequate snacks tonight, Flabby. Why don't we treat the commoners to something delicious?” Fancy Pants tossed the Swiss chocolates to the crowd, making them grin as they got a sample of just what Fleur had been stuffing herself with all night. All that remained was the gigantic pot of chocolate mousse.

 

Fancy Pants fired up his horn and gripped the huge pot at his hooves. No matter how much he tried, there was no budging that heavy load from the floor. “Drat...the show must go on, damn you!” It was time for your appearance after all. You helped yourself on center stage and spread your arms wide. “Give it up for your king and queen of gluttony, everypony!”

 

“Now, I have some news for you all. I understand quite a few of you blokes are from Canterlot. The trip here must be DREADFUL every weekend what with the constant train rides and the hush hush nature of it all. I am pleased to announce that your king and queen will be running a new club. Today, I formally announce the soon coming opening of The King's Slut in the heart of Canterlot!”

 

The crowd went nuts, cheering at you helped Fancy Pants pick up the hefty dessert. “Are you ready, King? We'll fill your slut to her limits to celebrate our new club.” He nodded and placed the edge of the tub to Fleur's lips. “Are you ready, my little cuddly wuddly mare?” Fleur nodded ever so slightly, starting the avalanche of mousse straight down her throat.

 

You could see the bulge run down her throat with every heavy swallow. The chair groaned with every new ounce piled on Fleur's body, her suit whined and tore as she became softer all over. Generous rolls of white blubber oozed through her suit, rending it into dozens of little scraps as the thick mousse was poured into her belly.

 

Even you were surprised as the last drops landed in her mouth. Fleur moaned as she rubbed her exposed belly, letting it slosh and gurgle loudly as she audibly swallowed. Her mouth flew open as the largest, longest belch yet escaped her tummy. The crowd lost it all as they tossed what they had left at the stage, ensuring that Fancy's investment in the food was well spent.

 

“Did....did I do good?” Fleur moaned under her breath as she struggled to stand. It took both of you to keep upright as her legs wobbled under the weight. “You sure did, Flab U Lust. Color me impressed.” You gave her the biggest smile you could as she leaned into both of her stallions. “Your queen needs her rest, subjects. I expect to see you at my next show in CANTERLOT!” Fleur managed one final act of bravado as Fancy helped you haul her backstage.

 

Fancy Pants refused to keep his hooves to himself. He kissed his mare all over while his naughty hooves poked at her tummy and groped her hips. “Oh Fleur...you scrumptious, devilish mare. That was a spectacular show.” Fleur de Lis blushed as she pulled off her bunny ears. “I wont lie...I'm just as worked up as you are, Fancy.”

 

They both turned to you with a lewd grin painted on their faces. “We had a deal, yes? You claimed you wanted a private show once this was all said and done.” Fleur growled as she spotted the tent in your pants. “Mmmm I've been looking forward to this. Ever since you put your hands on that baker and fucked her raw. I need that dick, Mister Green.”

 

“Please. We're business partners now. Just call me Anonymous.” You smiled as you led them up to your office. The bed was already in place, allowing Fancy Pants to ease his bloated mare to a comfortable resting spot. “So. How do you want it? I'm ready to fulfill my part of the contract in spades.” Fancy Pants cooed as he locked his eyes on Fleur's plump ass.

 

“I know I wanna try what that stallion did with his wife. It looked so divine.” He shuddered as he climbed onto the bed behind his marefriend. His magic gripped her costume and shredded the back, revealing Fleur's overflowing booty. The perfect wobble of her peach shaped ass instantly got Fancy Pants hard. “Darling, please! My outfiiiiit!” Fleur whined.

 

Her tone changed as she felt Fancy's hard cock grind against her slit. “Oh myyyy.” She shuddered, biting her lip as her butt wobbled and smothered Fancy's cock. “Unf....perfection. I simply LOVE your big, fat rump.” You watched the show with massive interest, flashing your toothy grin as you discarded your clothing.

 

“Ready for it? I'm gonna use those pretty lips of yours for something more than food.” You threatened, stroking your cock once or twice as you approached Fleur's front. “Gimme. I've been wondering what you taste like.” Fleur dove towards your crotch, easily wrapping her lips around your member. “Oh fuck...” You sputtered as Fleur instantly deepthroated you, making you shudder as you saw the bulge pushing down her throat.

 

“You little slut...fuck!” You had to bite your thumb as Fleur looked at you and offered a wink. “Fancy, how long have you kept this a secret? Your marefriend is a professional cock sucking slut!” Fancy Pants chuckled as he gave Fleur a nice spank. “I told you, Canterlot parties are a little risque. Fleur has had LOTS of time to perfect that technique.”

 

There was nothing else you could do but grab the back of her head and shove her forward. “Mmmmmfffff.” You groaned as Fleur lovingly gagged on your cock. She pulled away for a moment or two and licked her lips, moaning as another spank hit her wobbling flanks. Fleur kissed and nuzzled your cock, desperate for more. She shuddered as a rope of cum splattered on her back. Fancy grunted as he fired another load over Fleur, making sure to coat her booty with his jizz.

 

“Good, time for a swap.” You boasted as you shoved yourself onto the bed and flipped Fleur onto her back. Your cock was instantly buried in her crack, warm fat squishing around your dick. Fleur moaned as you gave a little thrust, shifting into position as your erection prodded her ponut. “Oh goodness...you want it there??” Fleur blushed as she felt you poke her again and again. “You naughty stallion.

 

“Get over here, Fancy Pants. She wants to be filled, right?” Fancy Pants grinned as he eased Fleur's legs wide, allowing him to place his cock right on her pussy. “I agree. She wants to be full, we'll stuff her hard.” Fleur was gasping and moaning as both her entrances were teased at a snail's pace. You locked eyes with Fancy and smirked. “Three...two...one, thrust!”

 

Fleur screamed as you slammed your cock deep into her ass. She hissed in pleasure as Fancy followed your lead, shoving his cock into her pussy. “So...fuuuuulllll.” Fleur moaned as a bit of drool trailed down her cheek. You and Fancy pushed and thrust together, making Fleur's ample curves wobble hard, flab bouncing and slapping against each other as you fucked her hard.

 

“YES! FUCK ME HARDER!” Fleur begged and pleaded. You reached over her sides and groped her tummy, pinching and prodding her gut as another heavy thrust send her wobbling. A smile spread over your face as you found her navel as you roamed her belly. Without delay, you shoved your finger inside and began to tease her belly button.

 

“GUH! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” She screamed. Fancy Pants grunted hard as a gush of arousal splashed against his crotch. Fancy Pants flung himself forward and smothered himself in Fleur's gut, giving one last grunt before flooding her with his cum. You gave a few more hard thrusts, smiling as you gave her tummy one last squeeze before thrusting deep into Fleur and cumming hard.

 

Everyone was a mess of sweat and cum as both ponies lay on top of you. “Good first round, you two. Ready for more?” Your question was met with cute little snores as both ponies had passed out. “Heh. Maybe next time.” You eased yourself from under Fleur and Fancy and cleaned yourself up. Just because their fun was over didn't mean yours was cut short.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rarity smiled as the train pulled into Canterlot station. It had been a few weeks since she had visited the busy town and her smile couldn't have been bigger. She hopped off the train with a bounce in her step as she made her way through the fancy streets. “It was so nice of Fancy Pants to offer a little lunch today. I wonder if Fleur needs a new dress...or perhaps some juicy gossip around town!”

 

The unicorn tittered to herself as she approached a bakery near the main road. “Oh dear, this is quite a bakery. Might even give Sugarcube Corner a run for their bits.” Rarity walked inside and smiled as she spotted Fancy Pants waiting for her. “Fancy! Darling, how are you doing? I haven't see you since your trip to Ponyville.”

 

“Ah, Rarity. Glad to have you here. How was your trip?” Before Rarity could speak, a massive platter of pies and cupcakes was slid upon the table. “Goodness...is all this food for us?” Rarity joked as she took a small cupcake for herself. “Oh not at all. It's for all of us.” Fancy Pants looked back as Fleur de Lis waddled out of the bathroom. Rarity's jaw dropped as she gazed upon the chunky, obese model. “Fl...Fleur de Lis! What...what happened??”

 

Fleur's airy laugh made Rarity's ears twitch. “Oh, I got my mane styled for today. A little trim and some new product to touch it up. Do you like it?” Rarity winced as she heard Fleur's chair groan under her weight. She peeked around the table and gasped as she spotted Fleur's flanks sagging off the chair. “It....It's certainly lovely...Have you been eating well?”

 

“VERY well.” Fleur de Lis smiled as she grabbed an entire pie and shoved her muzzle right in. Fancy Pants was hasty to grab a napkin and dab away some of the mess. “It's been a very interesting few weeks to be honest. I've recently started running a whole new business venture and it's been quite the experience.” Fancy Pants smiled as somepony else walked into the bakery.

 

“Ah, there you are. Come and have a seat, Anonymous.” Rarity went cold as the human grabbed the seat next to the pale unicorn. “Hi there, Rarity. How ya been?” You asked as you grabbed your own cupcake. “Wha...how...what???” Rarity sputtered as she dropped her pastry. Her eyes flashed between the three of you as she grit her teeth. “Oh...I see what's going on here.” Rarity scoffed as she stood up from the table.

 

“Rarity, please. Sit and finish your cupcake. How is your gym doing?” Fancy Pants inquired. Rarity sighed as she sat back down and slowly bit into her cupcake. “It's going fine...a certain somepony is letting his friends visit every so often and subscriptions skyrocket for a while.” You had to hide your smile behind your cupcake wrapper before discarding it. “Sounds like things are going well for you.”

 

“Yes they are...thank you, Anon.” Rarity spat as she finished her cupcake. “You know, I suddenly remember I have some other business in Canterlot. Will you excuse me? Thank you for the cupcake, Fancy Pants.” Before any pony could interrupt, Rarity was running out of the bakery. “Oops...probably should have asked her about the dress before I showed up, huh?” You joked as you kicked back and relaxed for your weekly update of the new club.

 

As you reveled in fresh profits, Rarity was busy trotting off to the fashion district. “If they think this is defeat, fine. I'll expose them for the degenerates they are and FINALLY get the wretched club shut down!” Rarity stopped in front of a gigantic studio building, smiling as she spotted the trendy, sunglasses shaped sign. “Soon, everypony will know about Anonymous and his dastardly ideas. I just need a little help.”

 

Rarity walked in with a pristine smile as she approached the front desk. “Hello! Is Photo Finish in?” The trendy mare nodded “She's a bit busy in a shoot right now but I'll relay a message if you like.” Rarity nodded furiously. “Tell her that Rarity is here and I need to speak to her immediately about a new photo opportunity that I will pay GENEROUSLY for.” As the receptionist trotted away, Rarity smirked. “Soon, Anonymous. SOON!”