Part 1
Poor, poor Fluttershy. Its not her fault that she’s a completely pathetic, unassertive wimp. Well basically it is her fault but that’s besides the point. After all, she’s always been this way. A meek, pathetic little pushover who’s been used and abused by every single person around her.
Poor Fluttershy has the subject of abuse and humiliation by almost every single pony in the small town of Ponyville. Even when she’s left the small little hamlet she has been the subject of teasing, taunts, and humiliation that usually seems to follow her. From being “accidentally” pushed into puddles of mud, to being used as a seat cushion from bigger ponies, to even being eaten by her best friend at one point. All in the name of science of course, but it still was extremely humiliating for her, even though she kind of sort of volunteered for it. Well she was pressured into doing it, but still you get the point. Fluttershy has just had an uneasy, almost miserable life.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Ponyville, quite a distance from Fluttershy’s little hamlet, you are just waking up. After a few minutes of struggling to even get out of bed, both from a combination of laziness and your *ahem* weight, you manage to at last get out. As you get onto all four of your hooves, your entire body shaking, wobbles and jiggling as you do so, it reminds you of just how big you are. You let out a dejected sigh as you wake up to the reality that is front of you: you are big. You know it and everyone else knows it. Every single day is a struggle for you, having to deal with your portly belly constantly swaying and jiggling like a pendulum when you move, though you have to admit its quite small when compared to the rest of your body. Having to deal with your giant, tree trunk like thighs doesn’t help things either. At times you literally have to waddle just to get anywhere, and you constantly have to worry about accidentally knocking another pony over with your big swaying thighs. At times you think to yourself its a miracle you're still able to be walking, with account of your heels puffed from all the blubber on it. From time to time you could feel yourself stiff up, almost ready to fall over. But thanks to sheer force of will, you manage to keep going. Still, nothing can be as bad as your butt. That giant, massive, chunky ass of yours, that constantly sways and jiggles when you walk/waddle to where you have to go. Many times you’ve been the ‘butt’ of jokes by many a pony, hearing the snickers and giggles of other ponies looking at your gigantic butt. Its hard enough to have such a giant butt, its even harder when it seems to constantly weigh you down, almost as if its going to force you to fall right onto the ground. As you waddle toward the kitchen and grab around 6 doughnuts that just as quickly go into your mouth. As you eat and stuff your fat face you can’t hep but wonder if she will be at the park today.
Fluttershy made her way to the Ponyville Park, the only place in Ponyville that she could escape her troubles, at least for a little while. Even though she had the comfort of her friends, from time to time they would use her a doormat as well, constantly taking advantage of her being so naive. She remembered one time when Pinkie ‘accidentally’ used her as a secret ingredient in one of her cakes when she volunteered to help Pinkie bake one. It only got worse when Pinkie ‘accidentally’ ate her and the cake. Fluttershy did manage to get out, though it wasn't in a very…pleasant way to say the least.
Of course nothing could possibly compared to the humiliation she suffered from Applejack. While helping Applejack paint her barn, AJ fell off of her ladder and landed right onto Fluttershy. She didn’t just squish Fluttershy, she completely flattened her into a compact, square like shape. She clearly remember when AJ decided to use her as a cushion to rest her bruised butt upon, to which Fluttershy never even bothered to say no to. Fluttershy knew she was a doormat at this point in the game, and yet she didn’t bother to do anything about it, thanks in part of her meekness. As she relaxed on the nearby bench, she closed her eyes and tried to think of a time and place where she wasn’t being taken advantage of.
Meanwhile, you have finally made it out of your door, albeit you were stuck in the doorframe for about 10 minutes. Your ass has gotten even bigger than you remember. You were able to at least get out of the door in less that 3 minutes last time you remember. You make a mental note to yourself to get a bigger doorframe next time. As you waddle on ahead, your belly dragging along the ground, you can’t help but keep thinking about Fluttershy. Fluttershy, the town’s doormat, the pony that has been squashed, smooshed, pushed around, and even eaten on several occasions. But to you, she is simply known as Flutterseat, the perfect piece of furniture. If there’s one pony that more pushed around than you are, its her. She’s the only one who makes you feel better about yourself. When you sit on her and crush her frail little body, for those few moments you feel alive for once. You feel like you can do anything again, you feel…happy.
After minutes of huffing and puffing your fat ass all the way to the park, you finally spot her. Your face starts to turn into a scowl of hate when you notice her trying to relax.
She’s so damn pathetic. You think to yourself. If anyone is more pathetic than you, its her. You may be an overweight glutton, but at least you’re not a massive pushover, well you technically kind of are in a way but not as bad as Fluttershy. As you approach her, you smile quite sinisterly, making sure that you start stomping on your way towards her. Luckily you’re big enough that she can hear you, as she turns toward you direction to see what is making that rumbling noise. As soon as she spots you, an immediate look of terror creeps across her face.
“What’s up Flutterseat”? You say to hear. Flutterseat. A name you personally gave to her, since that’s all that she is to you. A seat. Something to be used and abused by you and you only.
“U-umm, i’m… i’m just sitting h-here, j-just minding my own business. I-If that’s ok with you”. Fluttershy says meekly to you, backing up away from you, though still sitting on the bench. You smile as you huff and puff your way toward her:
“If that’s ok with you”. You say mockingly back to her.
“You’re so pathetic Flutterseat you know that? You just make me so sick at times”! You yell at her. Fluttershy huddles as far as she can before hitting the bench’s handlebar, tears flowing from her eyes. All those emotions of your’s that you’ve been hiding back for a while now are starting to come back up again. Having to deal with the constant teasing, bullying, all of that has affected you.
“You know its no wonder you make such a great doormat to everyone, I mean you’re just so pathetic looking. You may be friends with Princess Twilight, but even she uses you to get what she wants you know that?” You say to her. After a moment of looking at her dead in the eyes, you finally calm down for a moment.
“But you know what? It doesn’t really matter in the end doesn’t it? All that matters is having a nice, comfy seat”. You say to her, waddling your giant fat body over to her. Fluttershy knows what’s coming, and she falls off of the bench onto the ground, desperately tries to beg plead with you.
“N-No please. No more butts, just no more b-butts”. She says, clearly aware of what you’re planning.
“Too late for that Flutterseat”. You say as you lift you giant fat ass up right over her. Before she can even do anything, let alone let out a scream, your plot your ass right down on top of her.
Fluttershy’s already miserable day just got much worse for her as she took on the full brunt of his giant ass. In that split moment from when the ass was in the air to when it hit her body full on, her entire world went completely dark. Immediately she started struggling, kicking her weak little hooves as best as she could, desperate to get out of her predicament. The sheer amount of blubber and fat surrounding her was crushing her on both sides. She honestly had no idea how she was still able to breathe, but she figured there must be an air pocket somewhere between all this fat.
Back on the outside, your day was going quite better than expected. You’re outside enjoying a nice beautiful day, plus you have a wonderful seat cushion beneath you. You smile as you lift up your belly, barely make out Flutterseat’s cute little hooves kicking, desperate trying to escape. You let out a sigh of happiness and release it, allowing it to jiggle freely. To most ponies it would have been awkward to see someone as fat as you sitting on the ground. But to you, this was the best seat in the house. You shift your ass a little bit, grinding into Flutterseat even more.
“Comfy down there”? You say to her, lifting your belly up again to see her feet still kicking, although steadily getting weaker.
Hmm probably should give her a little bit more air. You think to yourself.
You slowly start to get off Fluttershy, allowing her to get a gasp of breath.
“Like I said before, you comfy down there”? You say to her, laughing. Her hair is a complete mess and she’s sweating like crazy. No doubt its hot down there between your ass cheeks.
*gasp* “P-please no *cough* no more”. Fluttershy says, begging you to stop and let her go.
“Mmmm, let me think about that”. You say, plotting yourself right back down on top of her again, her entire lower body getting trapped under your ass.
“Nope”. You let out another sigh and grind your ass into her, making sure that she feels every single fold, every single roll of blubber, making sure she feels all that fat surrounding her. As you sit on top of Flutterseat, rubbing your belly, you can’t help but think about food. You love food. Its part of the reason why you’re so big to begin with. You can’t help yourself when you’re around food. Every time you see doughnuts you have the urge to shove 7 or 8 of them into your mouth at once. Whenever you see a cake you tend to stick your face into it like a pig and devourer it. Its something you honestly can’t handle, and its the reason why you’re so made fun of. As you rub your idle belly you let out a large belch, silently saying excuse me as you shift your position again, further smothering Flutterseat.
Under the folds of fat, Fluttershy was struggling as usual to get out, wondering to herself what why she deserved this. I mean this wasn’t her first time of this happening to her. She fondly remembers meeting this portly pony a few weeks ago. At the time she was simply minding her business lying down on a bench after having another rough day. Apparently Twilight needed to “borrow” her for a few experiments of her, mostly involving turning poor Fluttershy into different kinds of animals. So of course she needed to relax after all that. As she closed her eyes and started to dose off, she suddenly found herself suddenly awakened by an immense pressure slamming into her! In that moment Fluttershy’s entire world had gone dark. At the time she had no idea what had happened to her. What she found on later was that she had been sat on by a rather large, fat pony who mistook her for a seat cushion that just so happened to be shape like a pony. When the pony finally got off of her, she was completely flattened! She remembered how the pony laughed at her predicament and called her a doormat. Worst of all, the pony grabbed her, threw her onto the ground, and proceeded to use her to get the dirt off its hooves. Of everything Fluttershy had experienced, that by far was the worst day of her life.
Finally after some time of relaxing on good old Flutterseat, you finally decide to get up off of her. As you finally get up off of her again, the usual site of the flattened Fluttershy lay before you. You couldn’t help but as usual let out a huge laugh.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA, gods you’re as pathetic as usual Flutterseat”. You say to her, wiping your hooves on her, staining her coat with dirt.
“Well then, same time tomorrow”? You say to her as you waddle off, huffing and puffing you’re way back home. Next time you think you’ll bring some food, for yourself of course.
