Anywho! Enjoy the doodle, as well as a little story I’ve left below!! : D
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You are carrying too much and cannot run!
“W-Wha? What are you talking about!” The usually small unicorn scolds her PipBuck quietly as it flashes warnings at her left and right. A nearby Sparkle-Cola bottle lie tipped over right by her hip, said hip swollen and rounded with pudge from all the numerous snacking the stable-dweller had done as of late. “I just emptied out all the rations in my inventory- how in the world are you still saying it’s too much-” She blushes harshly as her belly grumbles and sloshes, looking down at the aforementioned beach ball of a gut. Emptying her rations only created a whole new problem- It had all stacked onto her. Littlepip wasn’t so ‘little’ anymore.
“Y-You’ve gotta be kidding me- think Pip, think!” She hears her companions chatting nearby around the corner, both of them aware of their lightbringer’s snacking habits- though this was a bit new. She’d never been rendered ‘too heavy’ before… She couldn’t let them see her like this. She desperately tries to zip up her Stable barding- but the zipper snaps halfway through, flying off her barding before pinging against the wall.
“Pip? Was that you?” Velvet’s voice called, Pip’s ears folding back as she slumps back a little more. She tries to find some kind of solution or spell, but her soda-sloshed belly gives her away before she can get a plan cooked up… Gwuuuurglebloooooorp~!
“Yup, that’s her alright..” Velvet and Calamity round the corner, only to find the mare leaned back on her haunches, PipBuck still flashing as she tries to close her barding with huffs and puffs, her chubby cheeks lit up a furious red. Calamity presses a hoof into her swollen belly, able to sink it in fairly deep as the unicorn lets out a harsh squeak. She glances up at the both of them, pupils dilated completely.
“From now on, the food stays in my inventory- And you’re working out with Homage at the tower for the next little while…”
‘Celestia fuck me sideways with your forehooves-’ The tubby mare thinks to herself, cheeks puffing out as she conceals a little burp at Calamity’s playful press.
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