Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

Sigh.

It wasn’t often Solid Foundation got a day off, the work schedule on the new builds for the colonies had been absolutely backbreaking in terms of demands. You put up one block, then another was needed...and another...and another. Then by the time you had put all those up they needed more, and bigger. Ponies kept eating and gorging themselves and a larger space to live in was required. It just seemed utterly endless. The colony, despite being founded 30 years ago was still growing, much like its inhabitants.

After finally getting the shipment of materials needed to finish off the latest build, something that just a few centuries ago would have easily classed as a double width barn (and that was only one room) back on Equestria, Foundy had told her team a job well done and they now had some respite before the job next week for another home to be built. She had even smiled a little and given Red Roller a small playful rump bump on her way out of the yard yesterday. She could have sworn she saw him blush as he tried to hide his face in his fat folds. She did have a soft side to her, well...okay she was mostly soft but that wasn’t the point.

She wasn’t actually quite sure what to do with her time, she had gotten up at the crack of dawn like she normally did. Unfortunately working on a construction site did that to a mare when you had to be awake at odd hours to receive shipments or coordinate some part of the build at four thirty in the morning. Wadding her way into town she had heard several ponies talking about offworld visitors and their enormous bulk. She had brushed it off though, she didn’t quite believe ponies could be that large and still be taken seriously. There was a point where you were just too big.

She sniffed the air, and something rather delicious made its way up her nostrils. Immediately her mouth started to slaver and she followed her nose. The smells getting more enticing as she took faster and faster steps forwards, maxing out when she realised she was started to sweat from the rate she was moving, her big bulky body hardly able to keep up with her obvious appetite.

She rounded a corner and finally was able to pinpoint where the smell was coming from. She craned her neck upwards and read the sign.

BLUBBER KING

‘So this is the joint that put my shipment back, it would be rude of me not to at least check it out.’ She thought to herself, making her way inside. The outer door opened automatically and the mare waddled forward a little to join the queue. This was the worst part about being a fat pony on a colony obsessed with eating, when you queued for food for the eight time that day, you always got to stare at a rump. At least this one was wearing clothes. Although she heard some ponies enjoyed it…

The fast food place was rather busy, but it was fast food after all so Foundy quickly made her way to a service point after having browsed the menu, she was greeted by a rather fresh faced and young looking pony. Still somewhat slender but still packing on the pounds.

“Welcome to Blubber King! What can I get for you today?” The server pony greeted her with a smile.

“Three number seven’s and a number 12 with ketchup. Oh can I get a king sized gulper drink as well please?” Foundy asked, she was going to have a little bit of a pigging out session, but not too much.

“No problem! That’ll be 23 bits. If you just take a ticket and punch the number into the table a service drone will bring your meal.” The server replied. Foundy hoofed over her bits.

“Service drone? Don’t ponies usually take it themselves or wait for their number to be called?” Foundy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s just how we do things here. Ponies prefer it! Your meal is brought straight to your table!” She smiled still. Foundy decided to ask her a question.

“What's your name?”

“Oh um...have I made a mistake? Do you need to talk to my manager?” She could see the poor thing already clamming up slightly at the question. Ponies in fast food places usually only asked that if they wanted to complain.

“No, no, I mean I just wanted to know your name is all. I like to know who’s serving me and give good feedback if I can.” The mare replied, she saw the server instantly relax.

“Sunnyside, this is my first day on the register. Usually I work the fryer.” She replied. Foundy smiled.

“You like working the fryer?”

“I love working the fryer! All those delicious smells and...when nopony is looking I can sneak a few, but shhhhh.” She said, a little giggly. Her body swayed a little as the excited young pony continued to be positive.

“Food benefits good?”

“Oh amazing! I’ve only been working here 4 days and I’ve already gained 70ibs! I have brothers at home...they’re much bigger than me, I want to catch up…” She confessed, looking a little sheepish.

“Well I’m sure you will, I’ll head over to my table. Thanks for the service.” Foundy said before turning her body away to find a clear space in the busy eatery.

“N-no problem! Please come back!” She heard Sunnyside reply behind her, already taking the order of the next hungry customer.
The mare took a seat and punched her number into the small computer at the table. It then thanked her for her custom with Your meal is being prepared displayed on the tiny screen.

The mare sat and pondered her life a bit, and well, other ponies lives as well. When did they all start to become absolutely obsessed with eating? Tales of ponies of old never described their size much and when they did, they always seemed like slender and small things. Foundy took a look at her own body, if the ponies back then had seen it they would have thought there was something wrong with her.

Her flank occupied most of the seat she was sat in, and then spilled over some as her huge gelatinous body just did its best not to jiggle at any movement she made. Her belly stretched out for a decent distance before her, and her head sat comfortably in rolls of neck fat that kept her warm and soft. It was amazing that by some standards she was considered normal or light for size. She thought about the Equestrian ponies, and wondered what the homeworld must be like to have so many fatties of much larger propotions.

Foundy was born offworld through, and had never seen it. Just moving from colony to colony where the work was. That was another benefit of a number of colonies in a space empire, they acted as a bread basket to ship food back home. Sure Equestria still had farms, but space was at such a premium with its massive denizens just taking more and more space up all the time. She wondered when it might come to a head.

A Ping! Sucked her from her thoughts, as the display changed to Your meal Is ready. A few moments later a small drone wizzed into view, carrying her meal and deposited it neatly on the table in front of her. It then vanished back towards the kitchen. The mare forgot about her thoughts, and started eating the rather fattening looking food in front of her...