Chapters The Obese Dragoness of Canterlot
Dress Order at Carousel Boutique
Author's Note
Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, immobility, D/s, worship, food), aroused genitalia
Dress Order at Carousel Boutique
Rarity hurried around her boutique, nervously performing last minute tidying. Were the pounds of extra fabric sorted in a visually pleasing manner? Was the room cleared for space? The white-coated unicorn knew that everything would have to be perfect for a client of such grandiosity; of such status. Freya Dragon, a Canterlot lady of many titles, chose her, of all the designers in Equestria, to design an assortment of dresses.
She certainly wouldn’t speak of her as such, but Rarity, along with the rest of Equestria, knew Madame Freya to be an incredibly large lady. While one would expect a certain largeness from any dragon, Madame Freya wasn’t remarkably large in her frame, but rather her build. To put it plainly, the lady was obese; shockingly obese. While other dragons, at least to the extent known by residents of Equestria, were usually understood to be tougher and harder, Freya had taken a different path. She was the first of her kind to choose to take up residence in a pony settlement, and in Canterlot, no less. She had a natural charm to her mannerisms, a taste for the sophisticated, and a draconic dominance behind her every opinion.
Freya quickly became a very influential lady in Canterlot, and her dress size grew with her notoriety. It became clear that her draconic body and its slow metabolism would continue to readily hoard adipose with such a pampered, sedentary lifestyle. Coupled with her unusually ravenous appetite for more than just gemstones, It didn’t take long for her to become the most obese creature in Equestria, and there was little doubt her title of ‘most obese’ extended into the Dragonlands as well.
Making a dress for the Freya Dragon, the fattest creature in Equestria , would be a challenge unlike any Rarity had experienced. Despite this, the fashionista held confident; her larger patrons deserved to feel gorgeous, and it was up to her to make sure that they did.
Rarity’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a raised voice outside. “Well, if there are no more doughnuts, then I expect you to find the finest doughnut shop in town and restock! I will not be without my treats on the journey back to Canterlot! Travel is exhausting enough as it is!” Even if she hadn’t mentioned the name of the city, the unicorn could recognize the tone and accent of a Canterlotian anywhere. She gave a speedy trot to the door to greet her client, but stopped in the doorframe at the incredible sight. A sizable airship had made the space in front of her boutique into a makeshift aerodrome, with the obese dragoness “seated” upon the majority of its deck. From this vantage point, Freya was certainly huge, but the true extent of her weight only set it as the unicorns of her entourage effortfully performed a collective teleport spell on the lady, moving her from the airship to the rug placed upon the grass and dirt.
The renowned Freya Dragon was more than obese. She was enormous beyond words. The well-decorated hind claws of the dragoness were about a half foot off the ground, on account of the size of her belly, and well…it was obvious that Freya would not again know the sensation of ground against her claws for the rest of her days. The dragoness directs a passive aggressive comment to the unicorns for the teleport she considered too rough, but quickly turns her head to address Rarity.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rarity,” she says, holding out the back of her right front claw.
Rarity realized she’d been staring this entire time, and awkwardly replies, “The p-pleasure is mine, ma’am! You have no idea how excited I am to be working on your project.”
The dragoness clears her throat, still holding out her claw.
“Oh, I apologize, my lady. Where are my manners?”
Rarity was much too short to reach her claw without stepping up the front of her belly, and she really hoped Freya wouldn’t mind. The mare raised one hoof up her body and placed the base of the other against the palm of her claw. Rarity expected her belly to be plush because of her weight, but sweet Celestia , her scales were absolutely luxurious as well.
She gave her greeting kiss upon one of the sapphires bejeweling her gold rings, and the first thing out of the mare’s muzzle upon lifting it was, “Madame, your scales…I adore them. How did you possibly get them this immaculate?”
Freya was absolutely glowing with pride. She held her snout high as she answered, “I don’t dare go a single day without my spa treatment, and every week, I have my scales exfoliated and polished.”
“Oh, I can tell, darling. You are clearly a lady who knows what she deserves.”
Her eyes linger on the mare for a moment. “That I am, Rarity. Now, if you’ll be a dear, I need you to lay down a tape measure on the floor of your boutique. I’ll have myself teleported in on top.”
“Yes, ma’am!,” vowed the mare, darting back inside.
With Rarity making preparations, the obese dragoness proceeds to shout in no particular direction, “Your Goddess requires a teleport! Do not keep her waiting! And I expect you to be gentler this time!” With a flash, Freya is placed inside the Carousel Boutique. She pushes her reading glasses back up her snout with a digit of her claw, rolling her eyes. “It’s a wonder they haven’t knocked the wind out of me yet!,” Freya galled. “Do they have any idea how much I already struggle to draw breath? It really is unacceptable!” With a final scoff, the obese dragoness turns her eyes to Rarity. “Well, dear? I await your service.”
“Right away, ma’am!”
As Rarity begins to magically lift the measuring tape around the girth of her client, her heart sinks. She had chosen a dragon-sized tape measure, but Freya was not an ordinary dragon; it only reached around almost half her waist. How could she not have foreseen this? Rarity dropped the far end of the tape measure to the ground, and levitated another tape measure and some actual tape over to herself.
While admiring the ring of pearls around one of her wrists, Freya idly asks, “Is there an issue, Rarity?”
Rarity froze halfway into turning the two tape measures into one. “Well, darling, you're—err…well, I must've grabbed the wrong tape measure…would you care for tea, my lady?”
The obese dragoness glances back with a grin on her snout. “Mmm, yes. The one for ponies, I presume? And yes I would. Extra sugar. Do not hold back. Do you have a sense of how much sugar you can add to a cup of tea before it’s unable to dissolve any more, Ms. Rarity?”
“Y—Yes, ma'am! That's just it! And, well, I’m sure I can sort that out for you, ma’am…,” faltered Rarity as she levitated an empty cup into Freya’s claws. This was followed by a porcelain tea pot and sugar dispenser, which the unicorn took great care to keep away from her position at the lady’s side.
“The tape measure for ponies, and and not the one for utterly obese dragons? Correct, Ms. Rarity?” The mare froze. Freya was teasing her. “Rarity, dear, you are being very considerate, but I promise you that the most obese creature in Equestria is more than aware of her own size.”
The unicorn’s face burned hot with embarrassment.
“You are a very attractive mare, Rarity. I enjoy watching you squirm~”
And the unicorn’s face only burned hotter.
The dragoness continued, “It’s been quite a spell since I was last accompanied to dinner by a mare. Would you care to join me? There is a restaurant in Canterlot that I just love. Of course, I’ll be sure to cover all your expenses.”
Rarity nearly shouted, “Canterlot?! With someone as gorgeous as you?!” She realized just how much she let her collected persona drop. “Ahem…I apologize, ma’am. I would be overjoyed to accompany you for dinner…” She knew this would undoubtedly have an effect on her waist, but considering how well Freya wore it, well…it wouldn’t be too bad of a fate, right?
The dragoness had gone back to admiring her bejeweled and bepearled claws while the mare stuttered out her answer. Freya simply said, “Perhaps it would be wise to take my measurements after dinner. Go tell my entourage that the Goddess of Obesity is ready to leave, and we will be off.” Returning her gaze to the unicorn, she adds, “Oh, and Rarity? Don’t be afraid to pack for a long weekend, dear.”
“Fffuck…ahem…y—yes, ma’am…” Rarity was past caring that nectar was running down her hind legs.
Freya’s eyes narrow sensually. “Good girl~”
The blushing mare brought the back of a hoof to her forehead and collapsed on her fainting couch. “Whisk me away, darling! Make me yours, you bountiful beauty! I will be like the jewel on your necklace! Lay me upon your rolls!”
The dragoness takes a sip of her tea, before playfully replying, “I’ll have my airship whisk you away once you’ve informed my entourage of our departure, dear. Perhaps you’ve noticed my weight?” She takes another sip, giving her hind claws a stretch against the belly fat they’ve sunken into. She was absolutely going to have Rarity rub them after dinner. If not, the unicorn planned on asking anyway.
Another wave of heat washes over her face. “Yes…right. Ahem. Of course…mmmpf. Yes, my Goddess~” With that, Rarity trots back outside while humming a tune. She was going to have the best weekend of her life.
The Obese Dragoness of Canterlot
Author's Note
Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, immobility, D/s, worship, food, alcohol)
The Restaurant
Rarity watches as the drunk dragoness gently swirls the glass of red wine in her claw, which had been readily refilled by the butler on her airship. With all the constant complaining about her servants, it came as a shock to the mare to see such clockwork service.
Rarity admired the grace with which Freya carried herself. Despite losing her ability to walk, or even waddle for that matter, she never once faltered in her presentation. Even when she would shout commands at her perceived inferiors, it was with an unwavering dignity. The pampered lady could whine for days without losing even a hint of the charm that seemed to follow her everywhere. The charm that swept Rarity into her orbit.
“Orbit is certainly accurate,” thought the fashionista, turning her head away from her date to hide the blush coloring her cheeks.
“Is the wine not to your liking, Rarity, dear?,” Freya asks. Without even waiting a moment, she continues, “Perhaps you would like something with a better vintage. As much as I love a Cabernet Sauvignon of 20 years, it cannot compare to to a wine that’s been aged for decades longer. Have you ever had a port wine? I currently have a few bottles nearing 50 years, and I always adore the thought of how such a vintage wine is finally meeting its end in my divine stomach. I have to imagine that quite a sum of my adipose is all that remains of such fine bottles of—”
Rarity simply stares up at Freya and lets her speak her mind, appreciating her unending thoughts and countless opinions as the airship continues its swaying decent. While no one would dare say it within earshot of her, Freya was often seen as incessant and overwhelming. Rarity, however, was hypnotized with every word that came out of the obese dragoness’s snout.
“—and I assume they went out of business shortly after, but it serves them right for attempting to humiliate me with such a delicate floor!” Freya takes another breath to add, “Of course, as I’m sure you know, a lady as grandiose as I cannot be humiliated in a way that matters,” meeting the white mare’s eyes once again.
Rarity nods and replies, “Oh, of course, your Greatness. And can I just say, it is such an honor to hear you speak with my own ears.”
Freya takes another sip of her wine as she casually replies, “What a privilege I’ve granted you.”
By the time the obese dragoness had finished her latest glass, a servant approaches her to announce, “We have arrived, my Lady.”
Freya ignores the servant’s existence in favor of Rarity, to whom she asks, “Shall we depart, my dear? I will treat you to the finest dinner in Canterlot!”
—
With an airship landing and a perfectly sized space for her to be teleported in, the restaurant was clearly one which the obese dragoness ate at regularly. The waitstaff were noticeably more nervous at the dragoness’s arrival, presumably from previous less-than-pleasant encounters.
Without her even needing to speak her name, a well-dressed stallion immediately tells her, “It is an honor to have you, Madame Freya. Your table is ready, as always.”
Freya just laid upon her mountain of adipose and admired her claws and gold rings, awaiting her next teleport.
Once she was as properly seated as a lady of her weight could be, a massive plate of steak was placed in front of her: filet mignon. For the first time in hours, the obese dragoness hadn’t spoken a word in over 5 minutes, yet she was already being served her preferred entrée. With a magical aura, one of Freya’s accompanying servants lifts bite after bite of the tender and flavorful steak into her fat snout, to nothing less than her utter satisfaction.
Staring at the older lady’s thick neck jiggling beautifully with every gulp, Rarity began to doubt that her weight gain was primarily an artifact of her dragon biology. The thought of her gluttony only deepened her attraction to the dragoness, even with the wake of casual cruelty that the lady left behind her growing more and more apparent.
Freya looks down at her date and says, “You may order anything you’d like, dear. I imagine steak isn’t to your taste.” Her eyes narrow flirtatiously before she adds, “Perhaps you’d enjoy a rich fettuccine alfredo.”
“Oh, Celestia, my figure…,” thought Rarity.
After a moment, she responds, “Don’t you think that would be a little too rich, ma’am?”
Freya covers her smile with a claw, answering, “I eat fettuccine alfredo many times daily. Is there something you wish to say to me, Ms. Rarity?”
The white mare nervously stutters out, “Well, Madam…you’re…you’re very…”
She was undoubtedly teasing her again. There was no way she wasn’t. She knew this, but somehow still couldn’t bare to speak the word ‘obese.’
“Well, then! If you have nothing else to say on the matter—,” she exclaims, giving a single stern glance to one of the waitstaff, who drops what she’s doing to tend to the dragoness’s needs. “My marefriend shall have a large plate of fettuccine alfredo! We shall also have two bottles of your finest wine, to start.”
Rarity couldn’t help but find arousal in Freya’s methods. The white mare would soon have a fattening plate of pasta placed in front of her,she would eat all of it to the dismay of her stomach and waistline, and she would melt at whatever praise the obese dragoness gave her.
“I always get what I desire, Rarity.”
Oh, she did. She really did.
And what she desired this weekend was a certain designer from Ponyville.
“After we’ve finished our meal, I would like to show you my quite impressive home. Would you care to spend the night, Ms. Rarity?”
All the mare can manage to squeak out is, “Oh, yes , ma’am…”
The Obese Dragoness of Canterlot
Where Opulence Rests Her Head
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.
