Butterly Love

Fluttershy reluctantly looked up to see a huge cart filled to the brim with apple pies, pulled by none other than Big Macintosh.

“Um...hi, B-Big Mac…”

It was like an elephant was standing on her chest. She stood there, frozen in place, completely mortified at her actions, which had been akin to a pig running to its trough. She managed to look through her bangs at Big Mac, who stated at her expectantly.

Though the rules of conversation indicated that it was his turn to speak, Big Macintosh said nothing, choosing instead to stifle a cough and kick a loose stone on the ground. He looked down at the mare before him at a total loss for words. This was partly due to his nature, and partly due to his desire to hide his quickly reddening face.

Wow, he thought to himself, nearly dropping the strand of wheat he was chewing on.

Fluttershy got FAT.

The last time he’d run into her, Fluttershy sported a pretty average figure. One could have described her as a little bit chubby, of course, but whatever excess blubber she carried with her was hardly enough to be classified as overweight.

But that was two years ago.

“Howdy, Miss Fluttershy.” he greeted again, quick to turn his face away from the mare. The old wooden wheels of the cart groaned under the weight of their heavy load as the stallion began to move again. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m runnin’ a bit late, so I can’t really stop to chat none.”

“Oh…” Fluttershy ducked behind her hair, now littered with loose twigs and leaves. “Um, t-that’s okay. I was just, um...taking a shortcut…” she mumbled, her voice becoming quieter with every word, “...t-to the waterfall…”

Though her mouth tried to lie, her stomach kept her honest, punctuating her words with a loud, bubbly growl.

Fluttershy’s face was almost completely red. "I-I, um…" she stuttered, easing herself into making eye contact with the stallion. “Um...yy-our pies smelled r-really good…so, I, um...”

Big Mac nodded, slowing his pace to look back at Fluttershy. “Eeyup.”

“And I was wondering if I could, um…”

“Nope.” He replied, now shaking his head. “Not right now, at least. I’m runnin’ late as it is.”

“Oh…okay then.” Fluttershy trailed off. “I’m sorry.”

Turning his head away once again, Big Macintosh resumed his steady stroll. The workhorse’s huge, powerful hooves left shallow hoofprints wherever they touched the ground as he made his way into town.

Fluttershy waddled forward a bit to catch up to him. “Well, um...it was good to, um…” she stuttered, wishing she could just bury her head in the sand with every word that passed her quivering lips. “Um… i-it was good to see you, Big Mac.”

However, by the time she had uttered the words, he had already disappeared over the horizon.

She sighed, looking down at the stallion’s hoofprints. Each one was the same as the last, diligently tracing his path from start to finish. With only a short prelude of hesitation, she placed a trembling forehoof over one of the many marks, feeling a warm rush of emotion run up her body as she did so. Her breath became heavy, and a smile crept onto her face as an entire life passed through her mind in only a second.

But nothing, even a fantasy, can last forever, and her thoughts soon took her to a much more gloomy place.

Rarity’s wedding is in a month, the pudgy pony thought to herself, the warm rush of emotion soon replaced by an even hotter wash of shame. And I still need to be fitted for my bridesmaid dress!

Though her thoughts were her only company, the shy little pony found her face turning bright red at the thought.

Oh dear…

She squinted, ducking behind her bangs. The blinding glare of the morning sun served only as a reminder of all she had to do today. Taking a few moments to prepare herself, the porky pegasus began her journey to Ponyville in earnest.

* * *

The soft sound of laboured breaths joined the village ambiance as Fluttershy made her around Ponyville. The small, yet prominent rolls of fat on each of her four hooves jiggled with each step she took, joining her hefty gut as it wobbled back and forth in union.

Common sense would dictate that a pony of Fluttershy’s nature would be mortified by the sheer thought of going about town with a body like hers, yet this was not the case. Sure, she was a little embarrassed, but it wasn't like the town wasn't used to how she looked.

Besides, it wasn’t like she was alone -- plenty of ponies were plus-sized. Fluttershy could count a dozen in Ponyville alone. She was, of course, the biggest of them all by far, but…

She looked down and sighed. Oh...who am I kidding.

The strap of her saddlebag just barely straddled her bloated midsection. It dug into her generous rolls of fat like a mountain road, a solitary path surrounded by steep, rolling hills on either side. Stretched to its absolute limit, it was only a matter of time before Fluttershy’s gluttony claimed yet another victim.

The two bags, adorned lovingly with her cutie mark, were stuffed to capacity with goods -- mainly food. While a few vegetables and leafy greens poked out of the top, they were surrounded by a sea of various sweets - cookies, candies, pastries, and every other guilty pleasure that filled out so much of her figure.

Fluttershy let out another heavy breath as she toddled about the market. Okay, one more stop, she thought between breaths, Then I can head back home.

A familiar voice greeted her as she approached her final destination.

“Howdy.”

Their eyes locked for a split second before Fluttershy found herself ducking behind her bangs.

Oh goodness, she thought, her own heartbeat louder than any of the ambient noise around her.

“H-Hello, Big Mac.” She said, reaching to remove her purse from her saddlebag. Taking out six coins, she held them in her mouth for the shopkeeper. “Um...I would like two apple pies, if you don’t mind.”

“Eeyup”. He predictably replied, ducking his head into the cart while his customer placed the money into its coin built-in compartment. He soon after emerged, two pies balanced precariously on his muzzle.

He looked at his customer and paused for a moment. “Ma'am, where should I…”

“Oh. Um…” she said, putting a hoof to her lips for a moment while she pondered the predicament. She turned to look at the saddlebags on either side of her, filled to the absolute brim with groceries. The stitches already struggled against the contents, and any attempt to add anything else would prove an impossible task. “You can just, um…”

“Oh, dear.”

Big Mac’s head shifted back and forth slightly, still balancing the pies on his muzzle. “Hmm.”

After many awkward seconds of silence between the two, Fluttershy sighed, sticking her head into the cart’s coin compartment to retrieve her six bits. “I-It’s okay. Nevermind. It’s bad for me anyway…”

Still balancing the pies on his muzzle, Big Macintosh stepped to the side, giving himself a brief glimpse of Fluttershy’s plump rear-end as she bent over.

“Well, um, I could, uh…” He began quickly averting his gaze as the mare looked up at him.

“I mean, I’m just about t’close up shop anyway. I could carry ‘em for you, If you don’t mind…”

Fluttershy’s chubby cheeks lifted to reveal a bright smile. “R-really? You’d do that for me?”

Big Mac nervously looked away from the mare as he closed the lid of the cart and slipped into its harness. “Heh… ‘course, ma’am. It’s on the way after all…”

“Oh, that would be such a big help! Thank you so much, Big Mac!” she cheered, the rolls of fat on her midsection jiggling as the mare hopped in excitement. Or, at least, attempted to. It was the effort that counted.

Big Mac's face quickly turned a much brighter shade of red as he walked behind the overfed shut-in, watching her huge rump wobble with each step she took.

"E-Eeyup..."