Author's Note

Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, immobility, D/s, worship), sex

Where Opulence Rests Her Head

After yet another trip in Freya’s airship, she and Rarity docked in what was presumably the dragoness’s own personal aerodrome. Had Rarity not spent a day with the lady, the fact she possessed two additional airships would’ve come as a shock to her.

The obese dragoness flaunted herself through excess, and such pursuits extended far beyond her appetite and dress size. Freya wished for all of Equestria to witness her, even if solely out of scorn. Despite her unusual fixations, she was still very much a dragon of the Dragonlands.

Rarity couldn’t help but love that about Freya. Had the unicorn been hatched and raised in such an environment, perhaps she would’ve been a lot like the dragoness. Less generous and more selfish. She couldn’t imagine being so cruel to others, but those traits had such a strange attraction to the mare. It was like looking into a twisted mirror, but with a reflection she lusted after. She wished not to be Freya, but to be something she found pleasure in using. She wanted the obese dragoness’s dominance. She wanted the selfish lady to take and mold her into a piece of her luxurious life.

“I shall show you around, my jewel. You will be quite impressed,” says Freya with confidence.

Rarity just gazes into the obese lady’s blue eyes, finding the beauty in her older complexion to be soothing of her own anxieties around aging.

The mare hums out, “Mmm, I would very much like that, ma’am…”

Freya shouts sternly in the direct of her unicorn servants, “I have been quite gracious to endure your terrible performance, but this tour is going to take many trips, so do not dare send me gasping! Begin with a teleport to the main hall!”

The unicorns looked nervous. Her sheer mass made Freya impossible to move without magic, but even with such an aid, the shock of a teleport inherently made a large jolt. It was bearable for thinner creatures, but for a lady of her weight, that jolt had been putting too much pressure on her lungs and diaphragm.

One of the unicorns says to the others with a lowered voice, “I can reduce the pressure on her chest by levitating…uh…ahem…the parts of her that aren’t just belly fat. Can the rest of you perform the teleport without my help?”

None of them look certain of it, but they all give some kind of nod or shrug.

With strained effort, the lead unicorn begins to lift Freya’s excessively obese figure. While the dragoness wasn’t going to command her servant to cease magically groping at her arms and thighs, she still expressed her indignation through a roll of the eyes and a scoff.

Freya avoids eye contact with Rarity until the rest of her unicorns have performed the teleport.

The reduction of pressure on her respiratory system kept her from gasping at the jolt, and aside from the additional strain on her unicorns, Freya and Rarity were successfully placed in the main hall of the obese dragoness’s mansion.

The floor was a cool marble that lead up to an enormous flight of stairs. Red carpeting stretched all the way from the massive front doorway to the next floor. There were an assortment of portraits spanning the walls, all of which were of Freya at different points in her life.

Freya boasts, “When I had this mansion built in my late 20s, I demanded oversized doorways that would allow for a lady of my obesity to waddle through them. Of course, they are now purely decorative. That goes for the stairs as well.”

Rarity listens intently, happy to allow the lady to continue droning on about herself.

“I have my portraits arranged from oldest to newest, making it so the one at the top of the stairs is always my most recent. It allows my guests to witness the constant piling of adipose throughout my life. The portraits to our left and right are from my early 20s. Wasn’t I just so embarrassingly thin?”

Viewing the older portraits, Rarity pauses for a moment to process the contradiction. Even two decades ago, with her claws still well able to reach the ground and her belly not anywhere near them, she remained one of the most obese dragons she had ever seen.

The mare blushes.

Freya had been in a league of her own for decades. She had always been exceptionally obese, and despite that, she feasted herself fatter and fatter.

The unicorn carefully asks, “Exactly how much more weight do you intend to put on, my lady?…”

The obese dragoness smirks with a fire in her eyes. “That is the wrong question, my jewel. I do not intent to stop.”

Rarity felt her nethers wettening again.

The unicorn breathes, “What of your airships? Or your dining arrangements? And you have to know that there is an eventual size limit to dresses, even for completely custom designs…”

Freya holds her snout high as she exclaims, “If my weight requires complete confinement to my bedchamber, then so be it. I won’t even allow my digestive system’s complaints to dissuade me. My obesity shall be my legacy.”

Rarity whimpers as her knees wobble.

Freya takes the infatuated mare’s chin into her claw and whispers, “Perhaps you should taste my nectar while I still have the stamina for such exercise, and while my adipose isn’t plentiful enough to keep such a small creature like you from finding it.”

Her team of unicorns look relieved at the wave the obese lady gives them, signaling that she wished to return to her bedchamber. They wouldn’t have to teleport her again for the rest of the evening.

—

Rarity stood with awe upon seeing that Freya’s bedchamber was not only larger than her entire boutique, but filled to the brim with various pieces of gold. She slept surrounded by stacks of gold bars, her various pieces of furniture were adorned with gold, andher dressers and shelves were littered with art pieces made entirely of gold. She also possessed a huge display of all her various pieces of jewelry.

Rarity stutters, “Sweet Celestia! All of this is yours?”

Instead of answering her question, the obese dragoness immediately commands, “Rarity, you will find my clitoris, and you will bring me to orgasm! Do not make me wait!”

Freya was presumably incapable of expressing her desires in any other way. This was how she had behaved for decades, and there was no changing her now. She made demands, had those demands fulfilled, and then complained about the exceptional service. Despite everything, this spoiled pile of adipose was the lady of Rarity’s dreams, and so she made her way to her date’s rear without hesitation.

Without a word even having to leave her fat snout, her butler levitated the dragoness’s massive tail. He was intimately familiar with the inevitable difficulties of sex involving someone at her weight.

With the tail now less of a concern, Rarity begins spreading the obese dragoness’s thighs apart and sticking her snout into the space between her butt fat and belly bed. The mare’s face dampened as she dug deeper into her folds.

After a few minutes of searching, Rarity found something wetter than the dragoness’s sweat. Her buried nethers were oozing nectar, and the white unicorn couldn’t help but shove her snout as deep inside as it would go.

Freya was already panting and moaning, and she let her cries of pleasure fill the mansion.

Between desperate gasps of air, she yells, “Service me, peasant! Fill your Goddess’s body with bliss!”

Freya nearly choked as Rarity’s tongue stuck even deeper into her. Despite the vagina being less sensitive than the clitoris, the mare wanted nothing more than to continue smothering herself in the dragoness’s nectar. She pushed her closer and closer to orgasm, barely able to hear the lady’s lungs heaving through all the insulative fat of her rear-end.

After only a few minutes, Freya wheezed out a final moan with her climax, feeling the hormones flood her immense body. She then just laid there exhausted, her eyes half-lidded, taking in every gulp of breath she could.

From there, It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. As far as Freya was concerned, she now had all her needs fulfilled. She was full of steak and wine, and her little date played her role well. It’s not that she was done with her, but that pretty, little mare from the boutique was no longer on her mind.

Rarity, on the other hoof, didn’t pull herself from the obese lady’s rolls until she had finished rubbing her own nethers. Her heart was set on the obese dragoness, and she was willing to wait as long as it took for her affections to return.

The Element of Generosity had found her sink, and she weighed tons.