The Plotpocolypse 2 The Revenge
A little too little
Fluttershy walked into Rarity's shop, the dressmaker's plump posterior pressed against the panled floor like two soft cushions under some heavy weight, pouring out over the floor like cookie dough. The shy mare didn't know whether to look away or not as her friend hummed, actually SWAYING back and forth to the beat of her song, those pristine, white cheeks of bubbly flesh swaying along with her hips.
She stood there for a moment before trying to get Rarity's attention, but she couldn't find any words, she just stood there.
She gasped as her wings popped out like switchblades, knocking a spool of thread to the ground. Rarity's ears perked and she slowly turned to face the yellow pegusus, her rear panning so the left cheek was more visible , her cutiemark curving along with that soft haunch. Her face lit up to see her friend.
"Oh hello dear. "I'm glad you're here." her face suddenly lit up with something..else... as her horn glows and a measuring tape floated into view. "I'm making a new dress...could you take my measurements, I'm not sure how the rear will fit." she gave her rump a wiggle, and a glint in her eye told Fluttershy she had no choice in the matter.
Fluttershy stood in the middle of the room unsure what to do as she looked into the fashionista's eyes, there was silence for a beat before she felt something pushing at her back. The familiar touch of magic dragging her forwards.
"Now now dear don't be shy, what's a little phsyical contact between girls him?" she chuckled in that warm rich voice of hers.
Fluttershy was pulled forwards, unable to pull away as that measuring tape was pushed towards her, that soft rump lifting from the ground, the flesh jiggling for a moment as it was freed from Rarity's weight, before finally forming back into that perfect shpere of soft wamth before the shy mare.
"Now come on, I haven't got all day, I promise I don't bite." She gave it another shake. Shaking it when she was sitting down and shaking it while it was presented for measurement proved to be two different beasts, those cheeks, now freed shook from side to side like pendulums, drawing Fluttershy's eye like magnets as her cheeks heated up. Being far too polite to deny such a firm request, Fluttershy gulped and took the end of the tape in her mouth. Being a pegasus she had no choice but to hold it there and take the other tip between a dexterous wing's feathers. Looking for another route of escape, she briefly contemplating faking a fainting spell before the magic jerked her forwards and she found her face pressed momentarily into the valley between those cheeks. It was just as warm and soft as she'd pictured, the cushy bubbles of flesh conforming around her features for a moment before she jumped back with an 'Eeep!' Rarity's giggle filled her ears again.
"Now dear, no need to get that close, just be a dear wrap that measuring tape around my hips." she looked over her shoulder at Fluttershy. The poor mare could hardly see her friend's face past the hills of her ass. She shut her eyes, and pressed forwards. She had no choice but to run her cheek across the curving surface of one soft cheek, depressing it with the pressure she had to apply to get the tape to run flat along her hips, her wing straining around the other side, the feathers brushing lightly against the surface. Rarity Chuckles again, slightly more ticklish of a sound.
"Oh my, be careful with those things." her lilting voice almost sings. "I'm sensative." As Fluttershy tries to ignore those words, she's jerked to a stop. The tape isn't big enough. Her wing and mouth strain to pull the measuring tape further, but she's only halfway around that ass. The pulling makes the slick tape sink into the softness of her ass, causing the cheeks to bunch up and jut out over the top and spill out over the bottom, both overflows collecting to almost swallow it in the middle. "Oh dear...I could have sworn that was long enough yesterday." Rarity chuckled
Fluttershy stood there, blushing furiously with a high pitched squeak. Rarity just looked at the shy pony over her shoulder with lidded eyes and an odd smile.
"Oh well dear, no matter, I'm sure I made the dress the right size, stop fiddling with that tape and bring it over why don't you?" She giggled, sending ripples through the flesh of her ass around that tape. Fluttershy stared for a moment, looking at the table next to her, a little silky number laying there, pristine and opulent, just like the mare who made it. She let go of one end to the tape with her mouth, that rump it had been holding back spilling forth, jiggling like a jello in a washing machine before it settled, slowly, the jiggles getting less and less massive until it settled back into those two pristine white spheres of flesh.
Rarity chuckled, those ripples picking up again as she shook her rump back and forth a bit in front of the yellow mare. Fluttershy could hardly see her face over it as it swayed sometimes. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Fluttershy could only stare, far too polite to question her friend, she grabbed the garment between her teeth and a wing, looking back at the large task before her. Rarity hummed lightly and lifted a leg. "Start here dear." Fluttershy obeyed the fashionista, bending down to draw the silky thing over her leg, it quickly formed to it's shape as she drew it up, all the way along her haunch to the curve of her cutiemark. Her nose rubbing against the flesh of her rump, she wasn't even past the fold at the top of her leg and she couldn't pull it any farther.
"Oh my...start at the other dear," Rarity chuckled. "That'll make it easier."
Fluttershy's eyes widened as her cheek was pressed against Rarity's...cheek. She knew she wouldn't have the mettle to say no. With a whimper she obeyed, shifting around, Rarity seemingly making sure her cheek was in contact with her ass the whole time, the heat of it making Fluttershy sweat a little. She finally reached the crack of her ass. That cassavas where the two seemingly celestial bodies where that tight silk strained to hold back the tide of flesh, Fluttershy could've sworn she could hear it streach and creak. Rarity pushed back, Fluttershy's nose vanishing into that valley between her cheeks.
"I'm waiting~"
Fluttershy was frozen a moment, she was finding it almost hard to breathe each breath filled with with the heavy, almost perfume-like scent of the clothes making mare. Hoping to get this over wtih quickly, and trying to ignore her wings stretching to either side, she bent her head, her nose flowing down between her cheeks to grab at that silk between her teeth.
And pulled.
Both cheeks bunched and swelled as the chub was pushed upwards like rising dough that would not be silenced, be covered. The evidence of her indulgent personality plain on her ponderous cheeks. Fluttershy pulled and strained but that rump would not relent, pushing up with every pull, jiggling and shaking like an earthquake had hit. "You'll have to try harder dear~" she whispered, pushing back against her, that rebellious flesh flowing over Fluttershy's features like the ocean over a shell, and she was just as buried, her face in warm darkness that only got bigger, softer as it bunched to the top of that silk.
Still she pulled, still she STRAINED against that silk that would not stem the flow of assflesh. It covered her face totally, but would not be captured by any clothing. Fluttershy grunted and groaned as it jiggled around her face...then, she felt it...progress, an inch of white disappeared beneath that grey silk. She gave another tug, and more of it vanished. But that made the job harder, the more she covered the more flowed over the top, the muffin was rising and rising. Still, she'd managed this far, she would not give up. She pulled and she pulled, her face sweating from the heat of that ass and the strain of her effort, Rarity's chuckle echoing into her ears.
With a final tug Fluttershy finally silences that last bit of rump, the chub finally vanishing under the silk with a ripple that flows down that rear until it is rained back into place, a perfect, large bubble of flesh. Every curve and couture from haunch to crack and haunch again visible with the tightness of that fabric.
"Ah, I knew it would fit." Rarity's liting voice sighs as Fluttershy flops to the ground in exhaustion. "Now...Just a little stretch to break it in..."
Fluttershy's eyes widened in horror, she looked up at the prodigious pony plot above her head as Rarity leaned back on her forelegs, stretching backwards like a cat on a luxurious pillow. What few muscles there were in her rump tightening and tensing...Growing...Fluttershy hardly had time to comprehend it, that fabric, that poor tortured fabric stretching, straining...to it's limits. With horrible sound, a RIIIIPPP that tore through the air Fluttershy watched as the seams split up and down each cheek, arching down along the legs like lightning bolts. That contained and captured flesh spilling out like dough from a ruptured container, splashes of pale white thigh pouring out around her thighs, seams of rumpflesh escaping through holes in the rear, growing wider by the second, a redness overtaking the white as Rarity blushed.
"O-oh my!" she squeaked. "Well this is unexpected...I spent all day on this dress....Now I'll have to start all over....well...at least I have a helper...who won't tell anyone about this..my weight must remain a secret! Right Fluttershy?" Fluttershy tried to nod, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the ripples of rump spilling from that defeated dressing piece. "Just to make sure..." Fluttershy's world turned to slow motion as she realized what Rarity was doing, her hind legs coming from under her to give away any support that plot of hers may have had, an avalanche of ass coming to swallow her in darkness, the striking warmth of the flesh spilling between the seams contrasting the silky cold of the garment she had help render a ripped mess.
"Now, be a dear and keep me comfortable while I think of what to make next." Rarity chuckled, and wiggled to get comfy.
The end
The Plotpocolypse 2 The Revenge
You're stayin' in Appleoosa a pony out of his element from the city. You step out of your carriage your little bag clutched in your teeth like a shield against the unknown. A pony walks up to you, his yellow coat shining like the sun, a winning smile dominating his features under brilliant green eyes. "Howdy there, welcome to Appleloosa, you must be that city pony come to help us with the taxes. Come on here, I'll show you to the place you'll be stayin'. He turns and walks to the north, you follow behind, looking all all the the ponies milling about, nowhere near as busy as the city you were used to, the dusty roads far different from the streets you knew. You were a strange pony in a strange land. As you turn to concentrate more on where you're going something catches your eye. The stallion in front of you...he has a very nice ass...I mean...you weren't gay or anything...but...you could appreciate it I mean come on...being a cowpony he must get a lot of exercise, his legs are toned and strong, leading up to that plot, which somehow manages to look soft despite the toned features. He walks with an easy confidence in his stride his long...slightly swaying...stride...left...right...left right...that ass is just as perky as the rest of him seems to bem and shakes just a little with each trotting step. B-but you were just academically interested of course... I mean he must get all the fillies...yes...fillies..
I mean of course that's why you were looking...that's normal...perfectly normal healthy stallion behavior. You just wanna see what the competition is like...yeah...that's it...I mean just because he's got a nice ass doesn't mean you're interested...Perish the thought o- Hggkkktt! Your thoughts grind to a halt as you suddenly find that ass of his pressed against the front of your body. His sandy blond tail curled to the side, tickling your neck. You can feel the muscles underneath the more soft and giving flesh which melds along your front slightly, flat out hot from the sun beating down on the two of you. You look up to see him looking back at you, that same smile on his face, but a little...different. He chuckles.
"Whoops, should'a warned you we were stoppin, bit a trafic these days, eh partner?" He shrugged. "Still, no harm in a little contact between bucks," he steps forwards, his tail dragging along your cheek...by...accident right?...
You stood there for a moment trying to get your mouth to work...I mean...he couldn't see you blushing could he? Wait...why were you blushing? Uh...because it was awkward! Yeah...that's it. You shook any lingering thoughts you definitely DIDN'T have away and followed him. He'd led you to a modest house. You climbed up the porch and inside. Trying to look at everything except his backside, and trying to get you cheeks to cool down because they were warm from the...heat...outside...yeah. The interior was rather plain, mostly dominated by wood flooring, a couch, lamp, bookshelf and a few knick-knacks. You turned to see Braeburn smiling at you.
"Hope you like it!" he said in his usual way. Wait.. usual way? Why were you paying so much attention to his mannerisms? You just met him...ah well you'd always been attentive. You nodded, trying to find your voice, it'd been lost somewhere back on the porch.
"Um...yes...it's...nice."
The stallion nodded. "Well, guess I'll help you settle in...Oh! Come to think of it I never properly introduce M'self, I'm Braeburn. Now, lets get those saddlebags off. He trotted over and before you could tell him you didn't need any help he was at your side. His nimble earth pony lips undoing the straps of your saddlebags, right near your belly, occasionally brushing the sensitive skin. Good galloping griffons his lips were soft....You also couldn't help but notice that when he bent over to reach your saddlebags, it put his ass very close to your face. His cutiemark right under your chin, you could see where his back curved softly unto a supple haunch, his spine leading to the dock of his tail before sloping away into silky hair as it drifted over those toned cheeks. Those delicious toned chee- Wait..wait no...y-you didn't care about this kind of stuff...you..you need needed to think about fillies...about...stallion type things...Your saddlebags suddenly dropped away with a thud. The sound shaking you.
"There we go! Nice and comfy?" he asked, it took you several moments to answer, trying to get your head together. Come on! You couldn't be...interested...could you? I mean...you were reading too much into this...he couldn't be...
"Well, come on now leadfoot, let me show you around the house." he turned and started walking towards the stairs.
You shook your head again before following behind him. In the cooler air of the house you suddenly missed your saddlebags, you were naked now, normally it wouldn't bother you. I mean you were naked all the time right? It was the pony way...Why should you feel exposed now?...you shouldn't, you shouldn't feel nervous, you shouldn't be blushing, and you certainly shouldn't be looking at the way his cheeks move up and down as he climbs up those stairs. You really shouldn't. You came to the second floor, Braeburn looked at you over his shoulder, you were fairly certain the way his eyes were lidded was...simply because of the light coming into the window...his tail swished in a way you really weren't interested in. particularly the way it revealed his ass in all its totally not attractive glory.
"Let me show you our bedroom." he said simply.
You stiffened...T-the bedroom? Yes...yes the bedroom, where you could...catch a nap after your
long trip. That’s all....that’s all...
“Oh um yes...I am rather tired.” you mumbled.
You heard his deep southern chuckle echoing down the stairs to tickle your ears.
“Oh you ain’t tired yet partner...”
You blinked. Surely he meant that he had something else planned for you before he’d leave you to rest, something strenuous and tiring, something that would take a lot of energy. Somethin-
Oh Celestia.
The door to the bedroom opened and you really couldn’t do anything but follow and...you
know...see what happened. It’s not like there was any harm...partaking in some southern hospitality.
You watch him saunter in, over to the bed, your eyes should be roaming over the adorable cowboy themed wallpaper, the rocking chair in the corner, or the little lasso lamp on the nightstand. Instead your eyes were focused on the softly covered bed, and how Braeburn had his forelegs propped up on it, stretching his back out like a sleepy cat, making the muscles in his ass tense, the softness suddenly appearing as though it could crack walnuts with no trouble.
Ahh screw it.
You let out a bestial whinny, your legs pushing forwards before you know what you’re doing. You’re behind him in a second, your fun bit already hard and pulsing as it presses against that ass. He makes a surprised noise you’re pretty sure is fake
“Well my, my, my you up for some wrastlin’?” he chuckled shaking his rump back and forth against your member. Sweet Celestia the sensation almost knocks you off of him.
“Well I warn you partner...” He suddenly bucks, tossing you off him and onto the ground. Then he’s on top of you, his forehooves pinning yours back against the ground, his own stallionhood jutting out between his legs.Good lord it’s huge...it almost hits your nose....
“I’m mighty good at wrastlin’.” He chuckles, staring down at you as you watch it bob. “But since you’re new, I’ll give you the Apleloooosa welcome!
He turns you over, and goes to work.
You now have a thing for stallions
Author's Note
May do an continuing sexy ending if there's demand.
The Plotpocolypse 2 The Revenge
Sensational
Sapphire Shores was the end all be all, the premier, the leading lady, the most famous fashion idol this side of fillydelphia, she was the trendsetter, the star maker, the giver and taker of dreams, the ruler of world of fabric from Friendship City to Fillydeldphia.
She was also starting to get a bit chubby.
Not that anyone on set was going to tell her that. Not even you, you just had to follow her orders and hope the audience didn’t realize her outfits were nearly three sizes too small.
“Where is my tailor!?” Her deep lilting, yet oh so feminine voice rung out from her dressing room.
You shuddered in your horseshoes.
“Y-yes Ms.Shores?” You peek your head through the doors.
She’s facing away from you, her bare, pale tan flank facing directly towards you. She has her tail in a wrap, though you can still see it twitching agitatedly above her generous flanks.
Her very generous flanks.
Damnit, this was going to be harder than you’d assumed. That last review in Fetlock Fancy was scathing at the best, and she’d obviously been eating away her sorrows. Heck, even from here you could see the cake crumbs on her cheeks....You meant the ones on her face of course.
Her rump had swelled quite a fair bit, it still managed to stay fairly round, but darn it all if she wasn’t starting to get a bit of ass cleavage around her thighs. It jiggled with every wiggle of her tail as it waved around agitatedly.
“Tailor!” she called again, and your eyes went to the pair of tights on a rack next
to the dressing stage.
You gulped.
She appeared to finally notice you were there. She was chewing something, damnit she really wasn’t going to make this any easier for you was she?
“Um...Y-yes Ms.Shores?”
“We go live in twenty minutes. Why am I not dressed yet? I need to look Seeeeeennnnsational!~”
You try to be reasonable. To defer her wrath to some intern. “Well um...I have lots of stuff to do perhaps one of the others coul-”
“No! I pay you to be my tailor, no one else is fit enough to dress me.” she huffed. “We’ll show those critics. Every one of them. We’ll show them who’s old hat, who’s a hasbeen, who’s not at the top of her game. Now Get. Me. Dressed.”
You sigh, your fate has been sealed. You’d managed it other times, with enough pulling and the occasional sneaky bit of duct tape. But this time you weren’t sure you could fit that ponderous posterior into any pair of pantalones, let alone one as form fitting as that on the rack...but she was Sapphire Shores, a word from her could ruin you, on the decline or not.
So you take a breath and step forwards, you can feel the heat radiating off her smooth cheeks, she was really angry this time. You take the garment between your nimble earth pony lips and step even closer, her rump is swaying with some tune in her head as she waits expectantly, you’re forced to watch the chub as it shifts, taunting you, asking you how in the world you were going to get it all into the tiny thing in your mouth.
You take a breath and get started.
“Left hoof first, I’m feelin’ the luck in this little hoof’a mine.” she practically sings, her deep bassy voice shaking her whole body, but one place in particular.
You nod, it’s all you can do, you watch yourself in the mirror, wondering where you went wrong. Her hoof slid in easy enough, the smooth fabric traveling up her leg, it got harder and harder to pull as you got to her thighs, the roundness becoming more obvious as the tights filled out. The juicy chub of those hind legs starting to bunch above it, more and more, spilling down to actually rub against the top of your nose, you whimpered, knowing you could pull it no farther, but trying still because you know if you stop she’ll be angry.
She has to notice, accept that this won’t fit. But she shows no signs of doing so. With a breath you tug, straining against that fat, which just gives under your efforts, bunching up and spilling over the sides, the heat making you sweat a bit, some of the fabric already vanishing into her crack at the tightness. But still you try, you try and try, but every pull just sends her cheeks jiggling, still bare in all their tan glory. You’ve known for years she hides her cutiemark with makeup, it makes the mountains of flesh seem even more daunting, just a giant curve of smooth featureless flesh, jiggling above you.
She yawns, you get the feeling she’s faking it. “I’m feeling my right hoof now. Try that Tailor.” she puts her left hoof down and wiggles the right, It taunts you, but you obey.
You leave your efforts at her left, bending down to take the fabric of the right leg of the garment between your lips. Knowing it’s fruitless you pull upwards, the first few inches of going quite easy as the smooth fabric slides across her smooth skin, but you know the familiar pressure when it starts to rear it’s head, the pressing against your nose, the skin of her thighs turning softer, rounder as it comes up to the curve of her ass. You whimper pathetically as it becomes once again harder and harder, to pull, your face is sweating now from the heat she puts off. And you can hear her.
In front of you, she’s munching something. She really doesn’t care. Does she even know that every little calore she takes in makes your job harder? That this is where it ends up, in mountains of giving flesh that put any fashionable size in a corner and beats it into submission?
She has to be in denial.
But still you pull, reaching the halfway point of her ass with enormous effort, the bottom half at the very least covered with fabric, the colorful, admittedly slightly garish pattern strained and stretched to its limits already. Her cheeks are squashed to their limits the skin actually reddening with how tight they are, the bottom half squeezing upwards into a muffintop that’s more of a mountain top, the flesh spilling over so badly you can’t even see, it’s covered the upper half of your face as you pull.
You give another whimper as she shows no signs of letting you stop..
You pull harder and harder, straining, grunting as you try your hardest to pull it up, to end this torture. You let go of the fabric of the right leg and decide to attack the problem at its center.
You press forwards into her crack, your nose is halfway between her cheeks before you can even get the fabric between your teeth, your world covered in warm soft darkness as you begin to pull upwards, the pressure around your head increasing as those globes of flesh strain to stay free.
You can actually feel her cheeks clenching around your nose. Whether she’s trying to help you or make it worse only Celestia knows.
You pull and you strain and you groan, but that ass shows no signs of giving.
No.
You would not let this beat you. You had gotten this far, you were going to tame that ass.
You steel your legs, bracing yourself against the dressing stage. You give a growl a manticore would be frightened by.
And you pull.
You strain.
You sweat.
And that ass starts to give.
You feel the pressure around your face increased as the fabric starts to rise. The cheeks bubbling up as if trying to escape as more and more of them is trapped in that tight garment.
Finally you get it over the midway point, the rest of it pops in like a bubble pulling into shape, you fall back, exhausted, watching it jiggle with amazement.
“Wow...I actually got it on...” you say before you have time to think.
“What?...Did you say?” you hear her voice, it makes your blood run cold.
“I-I-” You stutter.
“You...actually got it on? You mean...you didn’t expect it to fit?”
“N-no I mean....I just meant that I-”
“Then why. Did you make it?” she asked plainly, her voice dangerously calm.
“I...I made it to your exact specifications!” You implore.
“Then are you saying my orders were wrong? That I don’t know my own size?”
You shake your head trying to do some damage control. “I-”
She cuts you off there, she whirls around, surprisingly strong, and slams you into the wall, you try to get up, but as quick as she turned, she turns back and you find her plump plushy plot pressing you to the wall, right under your chin, your hooves pinned by the sheer size of the thing. You were really starting to notice she was a fair bit bigger than most ponies, not even taking her recent weight into account. Her cheeks are actually starting to engulf your neck, pressing against your stomach, making it hard to breath.
“Please...I...” You gasp.
She presses back even harder,her ass rolling along the wall like pressed dough. your whole body starting to sweat from the sweltering pressure. You can hear the fabric straining.
“No. No more words. I thought you were on my side, that all the critics were wrong. That I, Sapphire Shores still had one believer. But no, you think I’m fat just like the rest of them.”
“No I- Mpphh!!”
Suddenly she bends down on her forelegs, hiking her rump up, her cheeks envelop your muzzle, and suddenly you can’t speak, you can hardly breathe, what little breath you can take filled with makeup and her natural scent, she looks up at you over her shoulder, her eyes burning like coals with anger as she ramps up the pressure. You can see patches of fabric starting to stretch apart under her weight.
A part of your heart breaks as the fabric gives up.
Suddenly your fleshy prison gets a lot hotter. Her flesh spills from the rips like a freed sea. That ponderous plot refusing to be held in check, long seams burst down along her thighs, which envelop your hooves. Her cheeks spilling out in horizontal strips of pale soft flesh.
“You’re fired.” she says, low and dangerous.
And with that she bends down lower on her forelegs, standing on the tips of her hind hooves ever so slowly. Her cheeks rise to cover the rest of your face, your eyes widen right before they’re buried by her bountiful cheeks. Your world is covered in hot darkness as her ass engulfs your face, what little breath you could get turning to nothing as every attempt to breath is stifled by a backflow of hot fatty flesh. You open your mouth to try and gasp only for it to be gagged by warm chub, her taste on your tongue.
You struggle and thrash, but you have no leverage, any movement you manage to make swallowed by the ultimate shock absorber, that legendary ass.
As you blackout you can practically see her looking at you over her shoulder, she’s smiling, her eyes lidded.
Your world is dark, soft heat as he cheeks smother you into unconsciousness.
She finally steps forwards and you slump to the ground.
On some level you hear her as she struts out.
“I have that effect on ponies.”
End
Author's Note
Comments keep these stories going guys. More comments=More ass.
