>Day fatass in Equestria >You are Anon, and you are up to no good. >By no good, you mean that you're hiding in your house as usual. >Fucking ponies. >You know you're fat! >It's only been two months, you fucking horses! >You're already on a vegetarian diet; you're WORKING on it! >.... >You've even lost some weight already, but you keep getting these... >LOOKS >Mostly from the mares. >They just keep staring at you. >Why do they keep staring at you?! >You've even heard them talking about your enormous, disgusting ass. >It all started when you'd ran out of intact clothes to wear and had to go see Rarity to buy a new outfit. >Thing is, you only had one outfit left that was... appropriate for public wear: your pyjamas. >Which is to say, a wifebeater and a pair of tight shorts. >The shame you felt walking to Rarity's boutique dwarfed all the shame you'd ever felt as a fat kid. >The stallions kept giving you these GLARES, like you'd done something to offend them. >Other than being fat in their presence, you mean. >The mares, on the other hand, were even worse. >Like you said; they just STARED at you. >Open-mouthed and wide-eyed. >A couple of them would whinny and neigh at you, which you're pretty sure meant "get the fuck out of here you fucking waste of space" >Shit sucked, yo. >Not even Rarity could stop herself from staring. >What, had they never seen a FAT person before?! >You were in and out as quickly as you could manage, but Rarity held you up. >She kept re-taking the measurements for your hip and waist, saying that she needed to be absolutely sure of what she was making. >Frankly, you're just happy she didn't poke your man-tits and laugh. >And as luck would have it, she didn't have anything she could give you right away. >Not a toga; not a sheet with a neck-hole in it; NOTHING. >So guess who got to walk home in a wife-beater and tight shorts? >THIS GUY. >Surprise surprise, ponies were fucking gathered 'round to gawk at the fat prick walking home. >You bet you jiggle when you walk >You didn't want to look down and check, but you're still sure that you do. >Oh, and you know the best part? >You discovered when you got home that your shorts had ridden up your crack. >Brilliant. >Fucking Brilliant. >You'd drown your sorrows in junk food if you could. --------------------------------------- >You are Rarity >You're feeling rather flustered right now. >That dear, sweet human just left your humble shop. >MMMM >You hate to see him go but you love to watch him leave. >Colt has plot for DAYS, filly! >Stallions in this hick town don't got no junk in the trunk. >But Anonymous? >By Celestia >He is an angel sent down to you from heaven. >You measured dat plot over and over and MMMPH >Filly, you made sure to MEMORIZE those round globes >By the looks outside, you aren't the only pony to see that hot piece of meat walk through town. >There are a bunch of stallions glaring at Anonymous's retreating form. >Colts be jelly, yo. End.