“Goodness gracious, these customers are such savages!” Rarity muttered to herself as she marched around the empty clothing shop. Reorganizing and restocking the wildly disheveled mess left behind by its ravonous consumers, she found herself breathing rather heavily from having to be on her feet all day. If there was anything worse than having to work and clean up during a holiday sale, it was doing so while weighing over a quater-ton.

At the very least, she was the only one closing for the night, meaning there was no one else to risk bumping her massive rump into. Heck, even if she wasn’t so big, she’d still prefer working on her own. She does tend to work a lot better when she’s not so distracted.

Despite trying to stay focused, however, Rarity still found herself suddenly sidetracked by an all-too-familiar problem… a problem that had finally made her boss, Prim Hemline, invest in some plus-sized uniforms.

RIP!

“Oh, dear.” Her eyes widened as she looked back at the damage. “Not again.”

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Rarity - 527 pounds