Butterly Love

Fluttershy yawned.

Snug in her cozy little cottage, Fluttershy hummed an improvised tune as she worked. She couldn't help but smile, the welcome heat of the fireplace embracing her with a warm hug as she carefully put the finishing touches on her long-awaited morning meal. Taking care not to spill, she shook a can of powdered sugar over a stack of three expertly-cooked waffles, covering them in a layer of sweet, fluffy snow.

Exchanging the can for another, she drizzled a few lines of melted chocolate over her culinary concoction as she planned for the busy day ahead of her. Let’s see, she thought, absentmindedly covering the waffles in a thick layer of chocolate, Today I need to feed the animals, go to the market, clean out the bird cages, give angel a bath…

The list seemed to go on forever. To any other pony, facing such a long list of chores would elicit a moan of dread, but Fluttershy looked forward to caring for her animal roommates. More than that, however, Fluttershy looked forward to indulge in her other passion: food. Despite everything else on her to-do list, right now, there was soon only one thing on her mind.

Breakfast.

Fluttershy hummed to herself, a wide smile on her face as she picked up the plate and began the short journey to the table.

At long last, she sat down, the wooden chair below her moaning in agony as soon as she planted her fat rump down on it. Its complaints fell on deaf ears, however, as the groaning of another had drowned it out: that of her stomach.

Breakfast, after all, was the most important meal of the day, and Fluttershy certainly didn’t forget that. Before her was a feast fit for three, if not four full grown ponies. Fluttershy was a big eater, however, and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of her and her food.

Spread out across the table was a smorgasbord of various foods that she had prepared for herself. To her left was a plate piled high with pancakes, drenched in a thick layer of maple syrup and topped with a pat of butter. Next to that was a tall glass of fresh orange juice, moist with condensation produced by the humid summer air. Two pieces of toast, generously slathered with peanut butter, sat on a napkin beside it. To her right were three additional items. Two muffins sat together on a plate, accompanied by a bright yellow banana.

Those were only the sides, however. In front of the pudgy pegasus sat the main course: a large plate piled high with hash browns, a slice of peach pie, and two large waffles covered in a thick coating of powdered sugar.

Fluttershy would have paused for a moment to admire her work, but she was far too hungry to delay any longer. After all, she had skipped second dinner yesterday after the stuffing she gave herself from first dinner had left her passed out on the couch til morning.

Without a moment of hesitation, she dug in.

Fluttershy’s first victims were the two muffins, for no particular reason other than the fact that they were the first she had prepared, and therefore had had the most time to cool off. A culinary connoisseur like her knew that nothing was worse than burning your tongue and ruining a perfectly good meal.

Her lips parted to make way, her second chin and fat-filled cheeks wobbling ever so slightly as they did so. They came together again soon after biting off a third of the pastry, but not before letting out a moan of pleasure from the depths of their owner.

“Mmm…” she moaned, chomping off another third of the blueberry muffin, “Pinkie Pie sure knows how to bake the most delicious muffins”. The final third soon found itself traveling down her gullet after the first two.

The second muffin happened to be her favorite flavor: chocolate chip. It disappeared into her mouth even faster than the first, a few loose, half-melted chips falling free and staining her buttery coat as she devoured it.

As soon as the second muffin began its brief journey into her belly, Fluttershy reached for the glass of orange juice to her left. Carefully guiding the slippery glass to her lips, she tilted it, letting the cool, sharp flavor flood her taste buds. The liquid then found itself traveling down her throat, washing down the second muffin and making room for more food.

Setting the half-filled glass back down on the table, the plump pegasus set her sights on her next target: a tall stack of pancakes.

In the time it had taken her to eat the muffins, the syrup had soaked into the cakes, saturating them in thick, sugary goodness. Fluttershy had planned this, of course, and she took the opportunity to pour on another layer of syrup. To her, and to any other sane pony, there was no such thing as too much maple syrup.

After setting down the now much lighter jug of syrup, Fluttershy slid the plate over and got to work.

Unlike unicorns, who had levitation at their disposal to use utensils, the other two races, pegasi and earth ponies, had to be a bit more creative. In the absence of a fork, Fluttershy instead picked up the first two pancakes with her hooves, folding them in half like a taco. She held the thick, makeshift sandwich up to her mouth, letting the sugary syrup slowly flow onto her tongue.

Fluttershy was probably one of the most patient ponies around, but even she lacked the willpower to continue teasing herself. In only a few bites, she devoured the two cakes and picked up the other two, gobbling them up just as quickly.

While most ponies would be completely stuffed at this point, Fluttershy still had room for plenty more. Being as big as she was, her body needed a fairly large amount of calories each day to maintain itself. With an appetite as fierce as hers, of course, she never failed to hit this number, eating what her ever-growing body needed and then some.

The chair below her meaty flank moaned again as she made quick work of the banana and two pieces of toast, washing them down with another swig of orange juice. The wooden throne below her, though expertly crafted by one of Equestria’s finest artisans, could only support so much weight. And as Fluttershy continued to fill up her belly with more and more food, that threshold came closer and closer to being reached.

It gave forth another moan of pain as Fluttershy swallowed a bite of the peach pie, almost as if to curse its fate of being forced to spend its life under the big, bulky rump of the obese pegasus. Its eternal punishment only seemed to grow worse with each day as her gluttonous habits caused her to consistently pile on more and more weight. Her bulging gut swelled out further with each meal she stuffed between her cheeks. Her thick thighs only seemed to grow bigger and fatter with every bite she sent down her gullet.

Before Fluttershy could bring a napkin up to her face to wipe excess pie filling off her lips, a loud belch escaped from the depths of her tummy. “Excuse me!” she quickly said, more out of habit than necessity.

Meanwhile, below the pudgy pegasus, her chair was still holding on for dear life. If it could think, it would have predicted its end one hundred pounds ago, but yet here it still was, persevering against all odds. Nevertheless, nothing could last forever, and it seemed that Fluttershy’s seat had finally lost the long war of attrition. This was the end of the line. After a long, terrible siege, the wooden fortress had at last surrendered to the vast, fatty army above it.

Snap!

“Wha-” Fluttershy squeaked, dropping the waffle in her mouth as a result. The crispy morsel fell to the ground, only to be flattened by Fluttershy mere seconds later as the legs of the chair below her snapped in two, sending her careening towards the floor.

Panicking, she craned her neck forward, grabbing the table cloth between her teeth in a feeble attempt to save herself. Her efforts were in vain, unfortunately, and she continued to fall backwards, taking the tablecloth and everything on it with her.

The butterball pegasus let out a quiet “Oof!” as her back hit the floor, a series of loud crashes around her causing her to instinctively hide her face under her wings.

Oh dear, oh dear… she thought to herself, cringing harder with every successive crash.

Once the cacophony was over, Fluttershy slowly opened her eyes to survey the destruction before her.

“Oh, my…”

Thankfully, she was unharmed, save for the generous amount of sticky syrup that now occupied her hair. Broken plates, glasses, vases, and, most tragically, ruined food joined her on the floor.

But the worst part of all was the crowd of panicked animals that soon came rushing into the kitchen. Fluttershy felt her heart sink into her chest as the color of her face quickly shifted from yellow to red.

“O-Oh, no, I’m okay! Um, please don’t worry!” She said, beginning the process of lifting herself up from the floor. Thanks to her weight, it was a slightly more involved process. She rocked back and forth a few times to shift her weight forward until she could finally get her forehooves on the ground. From there, she began the arduous process of using her legs to lift herself up.

Despite the fact that her animals were busy cleaning up the mess, Fluttershy still wanted to die from the sheer embarrassment of having to perform the task in front of her friends.

Her hooves shaking relentlessly, she began picking up the shattered pieces of ceramic and carrying them to the trash bin. Though she loved all of her animals and appreciated their diligent help, she secretly wished that they would leave her to be a fat, sticky mess in peace.

She sighed under her breath, using a wing to sweep a the remains of her meal into the trash bin. Well, there's another terrible memory to keep me up at night… she thought to herself.

Once everything was cleaned up, Fluttershy found the courage to thank her animals for their help. Once she was alone again, she turned around to face the mirror across the room. She was a mess. Her fall, as well as the tablecloth’s, had left her covered from head to hoof in powdered sugar, syrup, and crumbs.

“Oh dear,” she mumbled to herself, watching as a glob of syrup dripped out of the fold between her first and second chins. “What a way to ruin a perfectly good morning. I suppose I’ll be needing a shower...”