For Lack of a Better Title: Riley Goes on an Eating Spree

Manehattan was a rather large city, and lots of space meant lots of ponies, and lots of ponies meant lots of mouths, and lots of mouths meant lots of food, and lots of food meant... well, a full belly.

He noticed a stallion wheeling a cart. He leaned in closer to see what was painted on either side. "CARROT DOGS", it read.

"FOLLOW THAT CARROT DOG STAND WITH WHEELS!" he screamed, and flew towards the cart. The stallion in charge of it snapped his head around to look at the source of the voice, then began to get slightly scared.

"GIMME TEN CARROT DOGS! WITH RELISH AND TOMATO SAUCE AND ONIONS!" he demanded.

Hiding behind the stand, the poor terrified attendant hastily did as he was told, soon handing over ten carrot dogs complete with relish and tomato sauce and onions.

Riley placed the appropriate amount of Bits on the counter. "Thanks, have a great day!" he said cheerfully as he picked up the carrot dogs. He shoved all of them into his mouth at once.

"Mmhmm!" he said in delight. And with that, he trotted back off, with a ring of sauce around his muzzle and his gut swinging below him just inches off the ground.

~~~

He soon heard an announcement over Manehattan's intercoms:

"Step right up, fillies and gentlecolts, to Cart Wheel's Fun Fair, at Manehattan's pier!"

Riley flew up, intending to get a view of the pier. However, he found it a rather heavy job due to the extra weight he was carrying, and only managed to get a few feet off the ground before gravity kicked in and sent him back down to the hard gravel surface.

'Wings and extra calories. Not a good combination,' he decided.

He simply resorted to walking to the pier, the cookies, chips, and carrot dogs swishing about inside him.

~~~

When he reached the fair, he was treated to an assortment of bright, happy colours, and complemented by the delighted faces of fillies, colts, mares, and stallions. It could have brought a smile to even the face of a frowning toad.

Riley's eyes, however, were locked on a particular section of the funfair - the fudge stand.

He cantered over to it. "Three bars of vanilla and three bars of chocolate, please!" he said, hoofing some Bits over.

The attendant grabbed some fudge bars from their respective shelves and placed them in front of Riley, who promptly snatched them up and stuffed them into his mouth mercilessly, making short work of them.

Of course, with all that extended calorie count, Riley gut began to expand even further. He could now feel the tips of the blades of grass brushing up against his bloated form. Not to mention his rump had started to expand, his cutie marks stretching.

Perhaps he'd go play at one of the game stands.

He approached the ball toss game with great enthusiasm... and effort. "Hi, Jerry!" he greeted the attandant. "How have things been?"

The attendant looked at him blankly. "Do ah know ya?" he asked.

"Well, yeah!" replied the hungry stallion. "Riley Blythe? Does that ring a bell?"

Jerry paused for a few moments. "Ah! Yes!" he said. "You're that colt who spent up to ten bits trying to win that Robin Hoof doll for that white filly with you."

"Yeah," said Riley. "Anala did it herself in the end... she had the better sense of aim."

"Right," said Jerry. "So... wanna play? Ya can have a go on t' house, since we know each other an' all."

"Gee, that's nice of you, mister!" said Riley. He reached into the bucket of colorful balls and threw a red one into the bucket.

"You've been gettin' better, kid," observed Jerry, to which Riley smiled. He then chucked a blue ball into the bucket, followed by a yellow one.

He couldn't help but notice the similarity the balls bore to pieces of candy being emptied into a bucket at the confectionery store...

He hopped over the counter and dipped his head into the bucket, attempting to eat the colourful spheres.

"What's gotten into ya since last time ya came as a colt, kid?!" exclaimed Jerry in surprise. He grabbed onto Riley's tail, attempting to pull the Pegasus out of the bucket.

Riley felt himself being pulled until he was finally yanked back, to land on his ample posterior. "What was that?" he said aloud. "Jerry? Where'd you go?"

He felt a subtle vibration in his rear end. Curious about what it could have been, he got up and was just about to crane his head around to inspect his tushie, until he noticed Jerry lying on the ground and coughing.

"Oh, uh... sorry," said Riley.

"No worries, Riley," said Jerry.

"I... think I'd better go try out something else," said the chubby Pegasus. He attempted to climb over the counter... but to no avail.

"A little help here?" he asked Jerry, who took ahold of Riley's hind legs and lifted him over the counter.

~~~

Excited to get the ride started, Riley took his seat, his bloated rump jiggling ever so slightly.

Just then, the ride attendant approached him. "Sorry sir, but pregnant ponies are not permitted to ride."

Several moments passed, consisting of Riley looking at the attendant with a featureless expression. He finally broke the silence with, "I'm a stallion."

"Yes, well..." said the attendant. "It just doesn't seem plausible for a pony to have such extra weight and in that shape unless they're carrying a foal. So I believe that, by some freak of nature, you sir, are pregnant."

Riley didn't say a word as he got up and lugged his extra weight away from the ride which he had been denied access to. And that wasn't the worst part; he was still hungry.