One week ago

Walking was never one of my strong suits. Even before I got this fat. Being wealthy I thought only poor kids walked, like it was some condition of poverty or at least middle-class or something. Like only girls in 3rd world countries whose daddy doesn't by them a brand new Mercedes in High School would resort to walking. Yeah I was a bitch, I know it.

Fortunately the portal dropped me off not too far from my destination, according to the ritzy looking houses on this street. It was a bumpy landing but my bodaciously fabulous fat ass absorbed most of the impact. Didn't help that I was almost hit by some retarded gray Pegasus in a mail truck. But in her defense I was dropped in the middle of the street in front of her.

askchubbydiamond sent: "Spoony lives on 500 Richmond Way. Have fun you fat, bald, ape LOL >;P"

I read the text I got from my pony self, another fatty just like me, who sent me a PM (private message) on tumblr, saying a friend of hers was really lonely and actually desired my company. "Only a Spoon." I sigh to myself and roll my eyes, catching a glimpse of a street sign, and knowing I was on the right track.

"Hey!" I suddenly realize "Who the hell is she calling bald?!" I start texting a reply.

"Hey thanks allot u insufferable pink hippo! STFU! I gotta go *chub hugs*

I had gone to her blog, that of one Servingspoon69 and could tell right away what kind of woman.. or mare this Silver Spoon was. I had messaged my other-self back and fourth concerning just what Silver wanted or needed of me. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.

Of Course Silver never came out and just said what she needed, she is a proper lady after all. Or such was the mask she wore to cover her true face. But somehow I could tell from her blog she was more then lonely and in need of a companion. It was far deeper then that. I tried to block out all the research I had conducted looking into what Ms. Spoon was into. I hadn't seen so many whips and chains in my life! Suffice it to say, some of the things I saw disturbed me and others aroused little more then my curiosity.

I logged on tumblr again to check my messages, to see if I got anything from my pony self, before I would send a text to let Ms. Silver Spoon know I was in the area. I didn't want to drop in unannounced.

askchubbydiamond submitted a link: Something To Break The Ice
"Hope this helps, you cow! <3 "

I stared for a momemt at the screen of my phone "Oh that shameless little tramp!" my pony self was what 10? 12? what the fuck was she thinking posting that? Still the image did get me considering possibly changing my approach when meeting with Silver. I sent her a text to her phone and then pocketed it. It was too nice a day anyway to be constantly responding to messages, one more asinine then the next.

It was mid December here in Ponyville and snow had fallen the night before. I noted a rainbow maned mare in some track suit clearing the clouds away above. What a novel concept, controlling the weather. The afternoon sun started warming things up almost immediately. I actually had to take off my yellow hoodie.

The houses on this street are few and far in between. Finely I come to a stately white stone, two story mansion, surrounded by a rock wall and an iron gate with a big stylize R, in gold, set in the center. The gate is open, an invitation to the world and those worlds beyond, anyone who would sit down and chat over tea with the lonely broken mare, the current stuart of the Riche Estate.

In the white gravel driveway, parked in front of the garage is a Black 1999 Cadillac Escalade that belongs to the master of the manner, one Filthy Riche. Apparently the only similarities to my own father, Onyx Tiara, is the stallions business sense and the fact that he was hardly ever there for either his birth daughter or his "adopted" daughter since Ms. Diamond Riche was age 9 and his small town grocery business went national. Well that and they both had sissy names that they hated with a passion.

I stepped up to the double door, the same R set in gold on each one of them, dusted off my pink baggy T-shirt and gray sweat pants, rather tightly riding up on my huge wide rear. "Curse the Pilgrims and Indians and the sinfully scrumptious pumpkin pie!" I spat, blaming my current pear-shape on the fruits of my holiday labors at the dinner table. I knocked tentatively and waited patiently.

You have to work hard to look this good!

I remembered the old familiar head gear I had put on, a silver and diamond studded tiara that I hadn't warn since I was just a spoiled little rich brat from Beverly Hills. When we met, Sylvia Spoon had picked up on my acquired accent. Along with my bad attitude and sense of superiority.

I sigh and adjust the wretched symbol of my lost childhood in both hands, pressing my fingers daintily to either side to straiten it after my landing on my ass. My old tiara, a reminder of the horrible person I was, in contrast to the woman I am trying to be. But I felt a sense of familiarity might set the shy pony at ease, so I can stroke her face and pet her mane and let her know I am here to help her decide what she wants.

It is easy to bare one's soul in a blog when they can't see you and they don't know who you really are and where you live. What Ms. Spoon wanted was a real intimate connection, a little human contact. I was determined to help her free herself, by whatever that may mean to her. If she will let me mount, I will take the reins and guide her. There is a risk that I may crush her spirit but I have the feeling that it's a risk she is willing to take. Above all I must move slow and proceed with caution, lest I spook my mount and cause her to either run, or buck me in the face.

They say every little girl dreams of having a pony of her own. Ironic that up till now I never even considered such a thing. I always thought ponies were big dumb smelly animals that belonged in a petting zoo in Arkansas not anywhere near Los Angeles, let alone Bev Hills.

I am just about to loose my short reserve of patience, a reservoir depleted by years of being spoiled and pampered by my father after my mother divorced him. Suddenly the door opens slowly and a gray mare smiles at me with the biggest eyes of lavender I have ever seen, behind a fancy pair of cerulean blue frames, as she brushes back her other pony-tail over her shoulder.

"Diamond, I’m like, so glad you could come by. Please please come in?" she smiles and bows slightly.

I figure she must have recognized me from my profile. I don't shop my face on some skinny bimbo like some insecure little bitch. Why would I deny the world such perfection as my beautiful fat form in all it's gluttonous glory?

The mare steps aside. I note her equally causal attire and feel suddenly relaxed. She wears a simple white cotton tank top, tight blue jeans with a spoon with a heart in the handle, on both back pockets. A pink ribbon binds her elegantly braided silver mane and she wears no shoes on her bare feet. I notice she has no toes, just a single solid hoof where the toes should be.

But most of all I take account of the two articles of jewelry around her neck.

The most notable is a thin band of steel, plated in silver, and locked around her neck, that conforms to her throat, snuggly fitting as if it was forged only to imprison her heart and soul alone. Hanging just below, in contrast and possibly in hope to detract from the collar itself, is a string of blue pearls that lightly match her glasses. The collar has a single O-ring that is set in the front, for the attachment of her master's leash.

I smile and saunter in, returning a measure of the joy she displays in seeing me, for I am happy to see her as well, but holding back my words as I take in the splendor of the foyer. I do not compliment the decor for she does not own it.. what would I say "Your master has a nice house."?

"You mind if I smoke?" I take a cigarette out of my pack and hold it between my fingers, she responds by holding out a lighter, anticipating her new master's desire from our prior emails. She is very well trained and polite. "Not at all Diamond.. or should I call you Miss Tiara?" I don't answer her question right away, she's moving a little too fast for me. I lean in and light my cig, drawing in a breath before answering "Whichever you prefer." I give her a little test. If she is so broken that she can't decide for her self, then she is beyond any help I can offer.

"I prefer Miss Tiara.. Diamond is a little bit too familiar, for now.. no offense." she smiles sheepishly. "She prefers.." I think to myself, this is a good sign. "Not at all." I reciprocate with a grin. "She's keeping it casual.. just being the good hostess that she is." I correct myself as she flicks back the lid of the Bit lighter. I can tell in her tone, she knows how to approach a new prospect. She is shrewd.

"Thanks." I smile and waddle over to the couch, plopping down hard, and spreading my arms out over the back of the sofa, and dropping my tired feet on the coffee table, kicking off my shoes, like I own the place. I take another drag and smile as I blow out the smoke.

She sets down an ash tray on the coffee table and remains standing with her hands behind her back and a nervous smile and blush on her cheeks. It's hard to see under her fur, but somehow I can just tell I am doing something to her. "So… what did you want me to do again?" another test? Perhaps.. or maybe I just don't know how I should procede.

"Oh um." she looks away nervously and rubs her forearm from behind her back, displaying her dexterity. "I.. thats not really important right now. Can I get you anything Dia… I mean Miss Tiara? Tea, Soda, sandwhiches, cookies.. all the above?" Silver shrugs and smiles sheepishly.

I smirk slightly "Ooh two of all the above please!" my smile softens as I get more comfy, sinking into the couch.

"Ookay.. Then um like, make your self at home.. I mean it is practically yours anyway.." she giggles slightly as she turns toward the kitchen and looks back as I casually bring the cig back to my lips. "Oh and you might want to stay out of the basement." I can tell the nervous tone of her voice.

"oh!" I raise an eyebrow as if I am slightly put off for her giving me an ultimatum. "uh okay?" I shrug and chuckle as I wonder what might be down there, though I think I have an idea.

"It’s just that um, my Diamond’s a little.. um.. different and thats her playroom.." she explains but it's quite unnecessary. Still I see just how much she wants to share with me this soon. "I wouldn't want to offend you." she apologizes "It's been so long sense I’ve had somepony else to really talk to. You may not recognize me under all the fur, but I’m Silver Spoon." she offers her hand to shake. She doesn't know my Spoon's name is Sylvia and yet I do not correct her in assuming the similarities. She feels familiar with me.

That will make my job easier.

I abandon my comfy position to rise and meet her hand in my own. She has a firm but gentle grip as I smirk and shake her hand "Its fine, you look really cool!" I offer a compliment half heartedly to my hostess "Like a pet or… a… something…" I reach for her collar, looping my index finger through the ring and give a gentle tug, to test her resolve. She gasps in her desire. "So whats in there? I won't be offended unless its diet pills." I keep hold of the collar in my right hand and slap my own fat butt proudly with my left, knocking some ash onto the floor from my cig "heh!"

She pants slightly and gulps as she watches my ass jiggle for her. I loosen my grip but keep my finger through the O-ring, playing with her accessory. "I uh.. guess you could call me a pet.." she responds with a deeper blush. Now I can see it just under her eyelids, there where the fur is thin and at the tips of her ears, where the chartreuse in her skin is allowed to break through. "and um.. It’s Diamond’s.. or should I say, my Mistress’s private dungeon. You’re welcome to check it out if you’re curious or into that sort of thing."

"Ahh… I think I will." I let go of her collar after my little impromptu interrogation. "Now.. be a dear and get my snacks." I smile gently and pat her cheek "Kay?". She nods in response "I'll bbe right back, Miss Tiara." she stutters from my contact and turns to canter off toward the kitchen, her taught ass swaying back and fourth with her tail swishing.

I enjoy watching her as she goes. I have to admit, the tail is kinna sexy. I always was about the ass. But I'm not ready to tell her that. Best to keep this as a strictly business affair. A mutually beneficial arrangement where both parties give a little, thus making sure each party gets something they desire from the merger. I sit back down, the couch still has my butt imprinted in it, and I slide into it easily. I fully intend to sit in this exact spot so I leave my mark for her to remember me by, when I return to my home world.

She has a bounce in her step now that wasn't quite there when I first observed her. I smile at the positive influence I am already having on the mare's mood. "What horrible monster wouldn't want to see this sweet, sensitive, creature happy?" I think to myself.

Silver Spoon returns minutes later with a silver tray laden with sweets and beverages. She has a calm gentle poise in her stride as she lays the tray on the coffee table before me. My cigarette is half done as I set it in the ash tray "I’m sorry I have no meat for the sandwiches so I brought 2 dozen cookies, 2 cans of Colta-Cola, and 2 cups of tea." she explains with a small bow as she remains standing with her hands behind her back and a sweet smile.

"What nothing for yourself?" I laugh at my little joke and hand her one of my cups of tea. She nods and takes the tea and saucer gently and gracefully. "Thank you." she says sitting down beside me, crossing her legs demurely, tucking her tail away from me and sipping at her tea with that same daintily polite manner. I offer my hostess the plate of cookies "Thank you." she takes one and nibbles gently. I do the same, wanting to respect her manners and not offend her high class sensibility. She seems to note my standing on her ceremony and turns to me "Please don't feel you must mind my manners. Eat as you would in your own home." she encourages "I can always get more cookies from Sugarcube Corner if you need Mist.. er Miss Tiara." she offers with a desperate smile.

I can tell she is desperate to please me. Even making the slip of almost referring to me as mistress "mmm no no its fine." I chuckle and although quite daintily, start guzzling down the soda and cookies "mmm delicious." I offer the compliment to my hostess who continues to silently sip her tea without making a single slurping sound.

I let her finish her tea, and leave my cigarette to burn itself out in the tray. I can tell by her slight ticks in her facial expression that she doesn't care for the smell, or so thats what I thought. At the time I had no idea that both her master and mistress smoked and the smell brought back bittersweet and painful memories.

"Ms. Silver, could you be a dear and like, rub my feet?" I politely ask. "Of course, I would love to." I can tell she is withholding her true excitement at the prospect of serving me. It makes me feel important and self assured as she sets her tea cup and saucer on the coffee table, pushing it away as she gets on her knees before me and picks up my tired left foot, pulls off the sock and doesn't even recoil at the smell.

Silver rubs my foot gently as I moan with relief "Oh Silver.. that feels sooo good!" her smile broadens as I praise her. Her fingers are like magic, her touch relieving all the tension and soreness in my aching soles. I continue to eat and drink my tea, now cold.

I let her finish massaging both my feet as I consider my next request.

I suspect it will take her quite by surprise.

Author's Note

This was the first part of the RP with ChubbyDT that was used.