Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

The banquet was going rather well. It was the 30th anniversary of the foundation of Sleipnir Colony and ponies, as ponies did, were using it as an excuse to pig out. Not that they didn’t anyway, but at least with this occasion they could feel somewhat justified in their gluttony.

Lady Rotunda was pleased that so many ponies had turned out, of course that wasn’t her real name, but her title she had earned after holding so many large feasts for ponies of repute for the colony. She eyed the banquet hall, and thought it wise that now would be the correct time to make an appearance for her guests. Besides, she was ever so hungry.

A fat, almost totally inoperable hoof wiggled forward a few inches and pressed the controls on her anti-grav pad that moved her bulk into the room. She had given up walking long ago, servants her husband paid for tending to her every need. Not that the mass of lard could walk, all she did every day was be pushed off the pad into bed to snooze, and then back onto it to make her way around the grounds and attend luncheons.

She was more a blob than a pony, her hooves almost totally sunk into her massive frame and a butt that acted like a massive counterweight of flab on her. Of all her friends in her little, or rather fat circle she was certainly the fattest. Her flabby belly bed rested and overhung her pad slightly and her rear hooves were buried deep under a mass of overflowing lardy ass that wobbled and jiggled with every slight movement it made to get her around.

The anti-grav pads were amazing to be able to keep all that weight mobile, and her own gently came to a stop near the buffet table, and before she could do anything a servant came rushing up to her, as fast as her fat little hooves would carry her frame, a servants job paid rather well in the colony, and most servants were just mobile enough to tend to their masters, but not so fat they couldn’t do their jobs.

“My lady! We have a vast selection here for you to enjoy! But please, try some of the entrees we have, I made these myself…” The servant pony offered her a tray, before noticing that Rotunda had simply opened her mouth and awaited the entire tray, which Cherry deposited inside. She tipped them in and watched as the massive pony chewed her way through them in mere moments, before letting out a rather loud “U-Urrrpp!” to show her enjoyment for them.

“Delicious dear! You must make me more for our next feast, which I believe is tomorrow...what is your name?” She asked, not even moving her head to look at her, that would be far too much effort.

“It’s um, Cherry Rose, thank you for the employ mam’. I do so enjoy these parties.” The small pony replied. Rotunda made a mental note of her name, the food she had prepared for her had indeed been delicious, a talented servant who could whip up amazing treats like that was one to treat well and keep in employment with her. Cherry then waddled off as Rotunda gave her a dismissive wiggle of her hooves, back to the kitchen to make up more entrees. The host continued her journey around the room to meet some of her house guests, parking her pad next to two lage ponies roughly two thirds her size to make smalltalk while she ate a little more from the buffet.

“Honey Drops! Sugar Tart! How lovely it is to see you again!” Rotunda said with enthusiasm as the two other mare rotated their own anti-grav pads slightly to face their friend. “My my, you two have grown since I saw you, well, last week. You’ve gained weight again?”

“Indeed! I may have attended one or two more luncheons than I had planned.” Honey Drops giggled in reply. “I may have to get a more study pad! This one is struggling a little now with my size.” She confessed, the pad dipping almost comically as she said it, but then coming back level.

“We’re not the only ones by the looks of it!” Sugar Tart said in response. “Looks like Rotunda is really living up to her name! What are you at now, did you weigh yourself this morning?” She asked.

“Oh yes, um, 4000ibs, just. I am gaining about 50ibs a day at the rate I’m eating. It’s marvellous! I hardly move to keep myself from losing any and my servants feed me. The only movement I do is from my bed to my pad.” She blushed slightly, if you could call it that as her two balls of fat for cheeks turned red, her two friends clearly in are of her massive bulk.

“Well well, we have some catching up to do! And to think at my last weigh in I only weighed 2500ibs, you’re similar aren't you Sugar?” The other pony nodding in return. “You know the anti-grav pads, the most sturdy ones, only support up to 6000ibs of weight?”

“I know, I shall have to think of something. I can’t miss my luncheons with my friends! But I will make a decision when the time comes. For now! I shall keep eating!” The mare taking another helping of buffet food from a server who slid it in, her lips smacking with gusto as she ate the food, heartily chewing it.

The room was filling up fast, and only about 10 ponies were there. Always the problem with many friends and banquets, their bulk did fill up the room rather quickly. Rotunda wondered if they should move to a bigger house, but she had not heard good things about construction on the new bigger builds lately. And the new anti-grav pads that could support up to 10,000ibs were still a few months away yet. Besides, the fattest pony in the entire colony was still only at 5000ibs the last she heard, and she was catching up quickly! Within a month she could be that size herself! To think, the fattest pony in all of Sleipnir Colony, ponies would envy her from across the whole planet, and keep feeding her with gifts of delicious food! It was all coming together nicely.

She excused herself from her two friends, and again engaged her pad to mingle with the rest of her guests, high society indeed…