Diary of a Bulkier Dashie

by 1987Snave

First published July 26th, 2014 20:10

As the title states it, these are the word filled pages of the diary of Rainbow Dash, and her thoughts of letting herself go!

This story contains fat (obviously), and some strong language. If you don't enjoy those things, imagine a giant finger in your head, pointing to the other direction.

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Diary of a Bulkier Dashie

Chapter 1

-=Chapter 1=-

June 4, 2014

Hey! I'm making one of these diary things I've heard about, but It's more of a forced diary, anyways. Twilight started a massive conversation about books, but I didn't listen much; she never talked about Daring Do. After that, she talked about authors, and then she made up this greeaaat idea that I should be an author. Regardless of anything, she made me write this diary thing, because it would, "help with my writing skills." I decided to let her get me one anyways. I dunno, guess I was feeling better today. Maybe it'd be cool to write a diary, anyways. If I become famous, these pages could be gold. If I die some heroic and awesome way, these pages could be gold. Heck, if I do even become some crazy good author of something, these pages would be priceless. And that could be a great way to get some extra money.

Anyways, it's almost dark out. I'm alone at my house in Cloudsdale, writing my hooves off on this fancy pen Twilight got me. It's already sundown for all the ponies on Earth, but for us pegasuses, we get a longer sunset. And, the sun doesn't come up as early, which is awesome. Anyways, I'm actually kinda looking forward to this, for now. If it gets the slightest bit boring, I'm done. So, I guess, bye diary!

June 6, 2014

I just got back from a Wonderbolts meeting-practice thing, and they say that the Wonderbolts Academy Ceremony is in three months! Not only that, but the rookie award winner gets to write and present a speech! Isn't that awesome?! I mean, I have to write a speech and all, and we all know that shit is boring. But if I get picked, that means that I get to show off my pride to every single person in Ponyville! Man, that is awesome! Like, c'mon, let's get real here. Who would beat me for the rookie award? All the other rookies act like they have two left wings anyway. I think it's a given for me. But I'm not gonna get too cocky.

That's all I had to say. Think I'll write a few more pages soon. Bye Diary!

June 9, 2014

I've been asking all day for ways to start a speech from Twi, but she won't tell me. She thinks that I need to keep writing this diary and improve my writing skills by my own. She says that I need to. I don't know why the fuck she won't let go of the idea of me being an author. It makes me kinda mad thinking about it. So, I might take a break from writing for a week or so.

June 15, 2014

Hey! A whole lotta stuff has been happening, so I'm writing real quick. Anyways, another Wonderbolts practice thing, I happen to scrape my back leg, and it's like bleeding real bad. It hurt like hell, so I couldn't get up. These random guys flew me down to the hospital on the ground, and they got it patched up and stuff. I won't stay in the hospital this time, like what happened with my wing. So I was sent out, and walking was a huge pain to do. Hopefully I didn't sprain it or somethin'. I tried to fly instead of walking, but I couldn't even lift myself off the ground with my leg patched up.

I didn't know what I was suppost to do now, since I was out of my home. My first thought was a place to stay, maybe one of my friends' house. But Fluttershy would freak out over the blood on my wrapped up leg, Pinkie is way to crowded with guests over, AJ's gone, and Rarity has some big clothesline to work on. So that left Twi. Even though she only has one bed, a whole store of egghead books, and that weird book smell... she was my friend, and I was sure she'd let me stay the night, somehow.

So I'm limping to Twilight's house, and she was there, like usual, doing what she always does: sticking her head in that spell book. I walk in and tell her that I scraped my leg n' stuff, and she says that she feels bad for me. She didn't look like she really meant it though, but I let that minor detail slide. She said I could stay for as long as I wanted, and that she would prepare a bed on the floor for me. Doesn't seem very comforting, though. I talk to her for a little bit, then I try to avoid a conversation from Spike. I go up and I just kinda sit there. It didn't seem like long; I was just looking though the window, taking the opportunity to see if I could see my house from ground. Never really did that before. (By the way, I found it on the edge of Cloudsdale.)

So all of the sudden, Twilight calls me, and it's like almost sundown. My leg is feelin' kinda better, so I go down, but when I take a look of the first floor, there is this huge table of party treats and stuff, there is balloons and stuff on the side, and Twilight is the only one there. I just stand there; I couldn't speak for the life of me. I later asked why all this junk is set up, but before Twi could reply, Pinkie shows up, right on time, from the door, leading a bunch of random ponies in. Then I think, oh, fuck. It's a party. I was really not in the mood for a party now, especially when my leg hurts like hell. I hide my anger, though, and try to ask suprised. I'm all like, "Is this for me?" Then Pinkie holds up a huge sign that reads "get well soon!" and Pinkie turns to me and jokes, "Do you think it is?"

I felt a little better, knowing my friends would do this. It's not like it's a suprise they would, but it's nice to have some affection here and there. Soon everybody starts spreading out, and almost devouring all the junk that's set on the table. Man, I sure do hate junk food. Not in a taste way; come cupcakes and cookies are pretty good. It's just that they'll make you balloon into a lazy fatass in no time. Too bad nobody's invented alternate treats; that would be awesome. So I'm looking around for about 30 minutes or so, chatting here and there. The most I've had at the table was a sip or so of some alcohol. Soon, pinkie shows up (the only person I look forward to having conversations with) and we chat for a little bit. She asked if I've welcomed myself to anything on the table, and I tell her that there's no need for that kind of stuff. She frowned, and shoved a cupcake in my face. She insisted I eat something, so I took the offer blindly. I mean, one cupcake wouldn't hurt. But that cupcake though. If you combine pinkie's baking with the most perfect frosting in the world, you'd get that cupcake. That cupcake was so damn good, so I took another one. Then another one. Then like 5 more or so. I didn't know what the fuck was going on, I just knew I needed as many of these as I could. Then I think I grabbed something else on accident, and I just took whatever was in front of me. Suprising nobody stopped me though...

It took me to literally clear the area I was in before I got to my senses. It was weird though, I didn't feel full at all. I was just in this state of fucking cupcake glory. (That's what I call it anyways.) It felt soooo good to have that taste in my mouth. I needed more. Then I remembered this diary. So I ran upstairs to write, and that's where I'm at now.

I'm gonna go down now. I think I'll have a couple more treats. And maybe some more shots. I dunno. I just know this party is gonna be on the fucking top!

Author's Note

I'm really bad at this author thing. Like really bad. I could make 5 stories every year for all that matters. But, here it is! I tried out first person this time, even though I may be bad at it. Lemme know if I should continue with this!