In the magical horse land of Equestria, within the castle of Canterlot the morning sun shone beautifully through a skylight window above a white marble ceiling. The walls of the room were also made of white marble. Many mannequins of iron armored horses were near the walls. Along with pictures of chocolate cakes for some reason or another.
In the center of the room, there was a large, circular dining table. Many fancy, red chairs surrounded said table. Each chair was encrusted in gold and diamonds. One of the chairs was especially large… and thick, considering who sat in the chair. It was more like an armchair than a dining chair to fit their great size.
A large snowy white horse sat in said chair. In terms of size, she was basically a draft horse, standing about seven feet tall. The chair needed to be so big since the horse had a very large backside. She seemed to be heavily pregnant as well, judging by her large beach-ball-like belly. If anything, this would make her backside even larger, which too was like a beach ball behind her.
Or she could be a really fat horse. Just below her belly were her bloated, heavy teats, which were easily about the size of a watermelon each. Her mane was a light pastel, rainbow color like that of the morning light of the sun. It blew in an unseen wind.
A long, spear-like horn was atop her head. On her back, there was a large pair of angel-like feathery wings. Her eyes were nearly the size of basketballs, which gave her a mighty ability to convey her emotions with them.
Her ears were drooped and she stared somberly down at her bulging belly.
You, the human, dressed in a fine black tuxedo were sat next to said alicorn. You eyed her with concern, she was not the cheerful mare you knew. She seemed sad, judging by her constantly staring at her belly.
No longer content to see her in such a state, you proceeded to place your hand on her swollen stomach. Your hand sank a good few inches into her thick layers of silky soft fat, combined with her soft and warm fur against your bare skin made it a wonderful experience for you.
A warm, green glow encased your hand, this was accompanied by a slight tingling sensation. The pregnant mare’s horn was not casting any magic.
“Oh Anon, she knows it's daddy,” she said, looking down at you with loving eyes.
“Celestia, you are one magical horse lady.”
Celestia leaned her head down to you, perking her lips in preparation for a kiss.
Unfortunately, there came the sound of a bell. Celestia pulled her head back and turned to face a small, bright red, unicorn mare walking into the room.
This unicorn was dressed in a fine black tuxedo with a black necktie, except it was made for an equine. She also wore a black top hat, with a monocle covering her right eye. Her eyes were a sunglowyellow.She stood at about four feet tall, which was not nearly as large as Celestia. She was, however, a modestly plump mare, with basketball-sized cheeks for her ass, which had a chocolate cake for a cutie mark.
“Breakfast is served,” she said in a posh, British accent, levitating two plates over to you, which were wrapped in a golden glow.
The plates were covered in a steel cloche. She placed one before Celestia, and the other before you. Once on the table, she magically pulled away the cloches to reveal your food.
Your breakfast was bacon, sausages, eggs, black pudding, white pudding, baked beans, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, and fried beer-battered fish and chips. A moment later, a big brown mug of coffee appeared with a flash next to your plate. Along with a glass pint of stout beer.
You looked over to your special somepony’s breakfast and gasped in horror at the sight of it. It was some kind of continental breakfast. A horrid monstrosity of nuts, fruit, topped off with low-fat milk in her small, white bowl in which her cereal was in. A simple, small glass of water was next to her bowl to wash it down and a small spoon to help her eat the continental junk with it.
“Celestia, this is not what you normally eat for breakfast? What happened to your mountain of pancakes covered in cream and chocolate, two chocolate cakes the size of watermelons, and your fried beer-battered fish and chips?”
Celestia whimpered, lowering her head in shame, eyes looking down to her bloated belly. “Anon... I can’t eat that stuff anymore. I’ve gotten so fat and ugly.”
Without a word, you placed a hand on her tummy. “Celestia, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re just pregnant.”
Celestia buried her head into her hooves and began to wail in grief, tears falling down her cheeks. The unicorn waiter smiled nervously, before proceeding to quietly make her way out of the room.
“Celestia, do you want our foal to grow up big and strong?” you said softly.
“Oh Anon, of course, I do.” she protested.
You placed a loving hand on her thick, fat thigh.”Celestia, you have forever to lose the weight you gained from being pregnant. And honestly… you are really sexy being so fat. In fact, I want to see you get even fatter.”
“You want me even fatter?” she said, eyeing you with confusion.
“Celestia, I love your big fat ass. And that ass has gotten even bigger while you have been pregnant.”
“Oh Anon, I love you!” she cried, with tears of joy in her eyes.
“I love you too, my big fat hippopotamus!” you shouted.
You and your pony leaned toward one another into a kiss, joining together in a tender union of human and pony love. It was a magical moment. You loved your big fat horse wife and you wanted to see her get even fatter. Because: Butts
To Be Continued
Author's Note
I might make more if liked. But here's a little taste.
