Sitting upon a wooden deck chair, Hetramila watched as another servant waded through the pool, attempting to balance a large chalice above the waves, delivering it to Rainbow Dash. The pegasus was currently bobbing up and down in the waters, her body's natural buoyancy allowing her to float with apparent ease. Glancing skywards, the unicorn was readily reminded of the reason to move outside, dabbing herself on the forehead with a damp flannel.
For one reason or another, the goddesses had decided to make this day of all days particularly sweltering. Even after her many decades of living in these lands, heat this extreme was a rarity. Sure, she herself and the citizens could deal with it, their bodies were hardened against such extremes of temperature. This, however, was not shared by their Pharaoh. Ever since the public exchange of power, the mare's culinary exploits hadn’t diminished in the slightest. With plenty of encouragement and her increasing willingness to gorge herself silly, she’d accumulated a significant amount of mass across her blubbery blue body.
With that mass, however, came an increasing level of natural insulation, a fact which was apparent today. Just waddling through the palace halls, her body was quick to slicken with a generous coating of sweat, trying in vain to cool her meters of excess flesh. Beading together in large droplets, the perspiration raced across her rounded bulk, soaking her meagre clothing and creating an uncomfortable stickiness. It was simply too much for her, much too hot to concentrate on any complex task. She was so boiled, that even her bottomless appetite was being spoiled. To remedy this, Rainbow’s advisors had stepped in to prevent their ruler from overheating.
After some thought, they recalled one place that could help their predicament. Built long ago, the then current ruler had decided she had wanted a great outdoor pool to cool herself down, with enough room to house her servants and any number of guests. But, as water increased in scarcity, and different rulers took the throne, the usage of the basin was minimal to non-existent. Aside from the occasional cleaning the groundskeepers did, it had been over a hundred years since its last use. So long in fact, the colour in the mosaics at the bottom faded heavily. After the brainwave hit, they set about hurriedly filling it up.
Diverting water from the palace plumbing, they just about managed to get it ready as Rainbow lumbered over. Entering, with thankfully little water displacement, the massive monarch relaxed. Floating spread eagle, with her crown topping her head, the pegasi’s body jiggled and wobbled as ripples splashed against her. Indeed, in the near ten days since her ascension to ruler of the land, Rainbow had crossed the threshold from fat to obese.
Due to the abruptness of the plan, Rainbow had to lose any sense of decency she stubbornly clung onto, forgoing her clothing entirely. No bathing suit or even bikini was large enough to house her bountiful bosoms, or her hefty hindquarters. Not a scrap of cloth covered her naked form as it bobbed along, jiggling and jostling whenever servants waded over to her body, topping up her drink or presenting a snack or two. At this point though, bottoms were not required. Her gut was so large that an apron of blubber had sagged down her front, the apex resting just below her knees. It had divided into two separate rolls, each thick and doughy as the massive cakes she gobbled down. Between the folds, her belly button was barely visible, occasionally popping into view whenever the cushiony folds swayed about.
Her love handles continued to blossom outwards. Funnily enough, the term ‘handles’ had become more and more apt, given how easy it was to latch onto them, something Hetramila particularly enjoyed. Rainbow’s breasts too had continued to swell ever larger. As round and as large as any melon, they readily filled and overflowed her pudgy hands, boob meat oozing through the gaps in her fingers. Her dark blue nipples were on display, having swelled up in much the same fashion as the rest of her chest. With but the smallest of movements, her tits emitted quiet claps whenever they collided with each other.
Speaking of areas clapping together, her buttocks had developed into increasingly more globular, somewhat spherical mounds of adipose tissue. Just a quick glance would show that every snack that passed through her mouth stuck firmly onto her hips. Like mounds of gelatine, they quivered and shook with every step she took, swaying around in a visceral dance of blubber. So large they were, that dimples of cellulite were springing up in between the developing creases and folds that crossed them, marring the once smooth skin, alone with her unfortunate cutie mark.
Forced to conform to the new canvas, the image distorted, crisp lines and detail were instead creased and bloated, forced to many times normal size. Between the doughy masses, her tail managed to peek out, a good portion of prismatic hair trapped in her butt crack, much to her discomfort. Fortunately, water she was immersed in allowed it to drift and float freely out, giving the appearance of multicoloured seaweed clinging to the side of a whale.
Below her impressive mounds of derriere, her legs had developed into bloated, flab saturated columns, her thighs as thick as date palms. So wide in fact, that she struggled to have them separated, leg gap virtually non-existent beyond her knees. So much weight had piled on, that her joints were becoming increasingly enveloped with sagging, useless lard. Her knees managed to remain visible, sandwiched between thigh and shin fat, trapped between a pair of juicy rolls. Her lower legs blobbed outwards, merging into chunky cankles that partially blanketed her feet.
Like her fatty thighs, so too had her upper arms taken on an influx of weight. Her already large bingo wings had grown larger, with the excessive lard deposits encircling the limb. So extensive they had grown, an appetite much like their owner had developed. In the search for more room, they had begun to encroach upon her forearms, swallowing up all room available. Rainbow’s elbows were struggling to remain visible, already becoming partially squashed by the chunky forearm fat that blossomed, partially devouring her forearm, much in the same way her forearm was threatening to devour her hand amidst its own growth.
Behind her, Rainbow’s wings were locked in battle with the ever-encroaching slabs of back flab. With each passing day, more and more weight was situated upon the chunky slabs of back flab, the loose flesh sagging onto her scapula. In fact, so much fat was flooding into extremities that her body was running out of places to store the influx of pounds. Her body so heavily saturated with adipose tissue, blubber was forced onto her wings. With the majority focused on her scapula’s, the extra width they gained exacerbated the difficulty she faced in simply flexing the appendages, further compounding the struggle they had fighting with the swaddling back lard for space.
Lastly, her face was becoming ever more entrapped in the smothering folds of their owner's creation. A considerable wedge of fat clung to it wrapped around her neck, so round that the lardy collar had the appearance of a small tyre. Her double chin sagged onto it, the slight weight of them causing divots to form in the cyan flesh. To finish off, her cheeks were as round as ever, the ever-present bloat giving the appearance that half an apple was crammed into each side of her mouth.
To put it simply, the mare was an utter fat ass, her body reminiscent of a pampered cyan hog than a pony. And yet, this was the body she was surrounded by. One which her caretakers seemed to love so much, putting some much effort into making it swell ever larger and ever curvier. Like an immense blue hippopotamus, she wallowed in the water. Her body bobbed up and down, cool fluid flowing into her rolls and folds. Being this size in the water was a novel concept to Rainbow, all that extra weight suspended so daintily. After becoming so weighty, bobbing around freely reminded her of whooshing through the sky.
And yet, even here, she couldn’t escape just how much she’d let herself go. Even if her limbs could float and bob freely, they were still swaddled and enveloped to many times their usual width. Smooth, wobbly flesh slid over her other curving slabs of adipose, her figure almost constantly rubbing together. Bending her arms and legs, the inflexibility was becoming more apparent with each passing day. Not only did the pegasi have to shift limbs that had more than double their weight and width, but she also had to push and shove them past other equally blobby parts of her engorged anatomy. It really helped to hammer home just how much of a adipose ridden butter ball she’d blimped up into.
And of course, the terrible heat was an ever-present reminder too. Even as cool liquids and chilled morsels were guided into her mouth, the heatwave was forcing her to sweat more and more. Despite how frequently she was sponged off, she moisture like a broken tap. Panting and wheezing, she was desperate for some solution. “This… huff… heat is so… pant… not cool.” Rainbow moaned weakly, splashing her foot lightly on the surface.
“I am most sorry my Queen, but the sun today is most mean. Ru’un is most certainly being soured tempered. Despite mine and others presenting gifts and pleas, the response to this drought is most definitely extempore.” Zanubia paddled up to Rainbow’s side, a tight bikini being the only thing she wore, aside from her ever present necklaces and religious motifs.
Normally, she wore long, flowing robes, which helped to hide much of her body. However, in the clear waters, it was apparent that the influx of food every evening was making its mark upon her body. A round belly that was on the cusp of forming rolls, rounding breasts that caused the straps on her top to dig into the milky mounds, and a large ass that practically swallowed her bottoms, every part of her form had been rounded exquisitely. So much growth in fact, that her numerous stripes had been stretched. Both horizontally and vertically, those black bands had been thickened significantly as they ringed around her fleshy back, bulbous bottom and chunky legs.
Still, compared to the whale Rainbow had ballooned into, her growth was considerably more moderate. Resting a hand on Rainbow’s mass, the High Priestess bit her lip, her fingers being slowly swallowed up into the pliant pudge, oozing between her fingers like warm playdough. Noticing a servant treading through the water, she quickly retracted her hand, slipping it further underneath the island of blubber.
“Don’t you have a spell to cool me down? You have...puff… unicorns for crying out loud!” Rainbow huffed, splashing the water in frustration.
“Very astute of you to mention, a quick spell to quell the tension. I am unaware of what magic’s your land possess, for what we work with here is far much less. The only one which would help in your predicament, would be one that encases you entirely in ice, which would lead to quite an incident. Unicorns are rare in our land, only a hundredth of the population burdened with such a brand. Sorcery too, is rare to behold, our lack of studies of the arcane leaving us in an enchanted stranglehold.” The zebra explained, wiping away a rolling bead of sweat on Rainbow’s upper arm.
“Well, don’t you have any potions at all?”
“Potions are something we excel at, this is true. But like any cooking recipe, you must wait a long while for the right brew. Indeed, we could start work on a fresh batch of cooling elixir, but you’d be waiting until sunset for the very last herb and fixer.” Leaning in, Zanubia gave Rainbow a small hug, her face pressing into the pegasi’s side flab. “We are ever so saddened by your predicament; I am sorry we lack anything to correct this dissonance.”
“Sure, I forgive you. I’m… just happy you have this sweet pool. But I just really want something to fix this heat…” She sighed, leaning back onto an inflatable headrest, dozing off. Although Rainbow lacked even a scrap of clothing, she still proudly wore her crown. Not a drop or bead of sweat had flowed from under the heavy piece, nor was there any discomfort. Which was good, as it did help to keep the sun off her head. Unnoticably, the eyes of the crowns ornament were beginning to glow, the light unremarkable against the fiery poundings of the sun.
Slowly, they turned to a dark blue, reminiscent of an ocean’s hue. From there, it’s colours intensified, a powerful aura began to bleed from the gemstone, sparks of magically infused electricity arched and crackled like a thundercloud. Pretty soon, everyone was standing dead still, watching the lightshow with increasing trepidation and worry. Hetramila was on the edge of her chair, her sunglasses ripped off her face, clutched in her hand.
From the piercing jeweled eyes, an orb of energy materialised, swelling larger, forcing the onlookers to shield their eyes from the intense glare it exuded. Rainbow, despite being directly below the epicentre of the sphere, seemed completely oblivious, her eyes shut, even as jolts of blue and purple energy danced across her skin. All the while, a growing roar of sound filled the air, intensifying by the moment.
With little indication and ceremony, the ball was released, catapulting skywards in a streak of light. Further and further it travelled into the blue sky, becoming near invisible amongst it. Then, it detonated. An immense pulse radiated outwards, curving across the vast heavens in a shockwave. Within a few moments, the energy had travelled beyond the outskirts of the city, disappearing seconds later.
Everyone was awestruck by the spectacle, which soon gave away to confusion. Zanubia, still in the pool, drifted her way back over to Rainbow, giving her arm a tug. With an incoherent mumble, those cerise eyes opened, the orbs blinking, cocked her head back and forth. “My Pharaoh heavens above, that blast must have been quite a shove. Are you feeling quite alright? That was certainly an impressive display of might.” The zebra questioned, gently squeezing her arm with each point.
“W...wha? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just dozed off for a few moments.” She responded, rubbing her eyes gently, yawning as she did.
“Dozed off or not, whatever you did was certainly spectacular, my Queen.” Hetramila confirmed, slipping into the pool on the other side Zanubia was. “That magic was quite unlike any I’ve ever seen, are you sure you’re a pegasus?”
“Again, I have no idea what you're going on about you two. I didn’t see anything weird.” She paused, as if mulling something over. “Though I’m glad you managed to start cooling me down, thanks for the shade!” She grinned, the two sharing a look of confusion across Rainbow’s monstrous gut.
“Shade?” They said in near unison.
Looking down, they too noticed that a great shadow had enveloped the pool, lke someone had erected a parasol over them. Turning around, they expected there to be some servants who had just set up one. Instead, there was nothing. The culprit however, was much, much higher. “By the goddesses…” Zanubia mumbled.
From the North, moving quickly across the horizon and towards the city, an immense bank of dark grey clouds blanked across the sky, blotting out the sun entirely. Soon, they were directly over the city, suddenly coming to a near standstill. This of course, hadn’t gone unnoticed. Throughout Akhethra, everyone from bakers, to farmers, the soldiers and smiths all gazed skywards. They all knew what it was, but they couldn’t comprehend it’s size, nor its deep stony grey tincture.
Clouds were rare to see, and even then, they were white and wispy, covering a mere fraction of the blue expanse. Now, it was the barest of fractions of blue sky, struggling to be seen amongst the rolling ashened heavens. With little warning, it began to rain. Most were caught off guard, droplets splashing them in the face. Soon, their skin grew slick from the downpour, clothes becoming heavy as they absorbed the deluge like a sponge.
Awestruck, emotions flared, bursting out in the open. Some laughed, singing their paise to the heavens. Others cried, their tears mingling with the water dripped down their faces, their mumbling words of thanks lost amongst the staccato pitter-patter. They watched as ancient gullies, long which had been filled with grit and sand, suddenly began to funnel the runoff away from the roads. Like miniature streams, the gutters snaked through streets and paths, helping to keep the ill prepared city from flooding. Converging as one, the deluge drained into the river, the shrunken watercourse already beginning to swell from the downpour.
Hetramila and Zanubia were amongst those gazing up in shock. Floating amongst the pool waters, they clung to Rainbow like a great raft. Zanubia clutched at her necklace, quietly mumbling something over and over, tears rolling down her rounded cheeks, mingling with the rain and dropping into the pool. Hetramila was silent, slowly putting the pieces together in her head.
The orb, the clouds, and the rain. With a gasp of realisation, she surged forward, wrapping her arms around Rainbow. Hugging her as hard as she dared, Hetramila felt herself become enveloped by the cushioning blubber. Nestled into the plush expanse of her ruler, a beaming smile radiated forth as she let out a laugh, her hair and back becoming matted with rain. Rainbow too was a little surprised by the drizzle, having experienced little but scorching sun for the longest time.
“Huh, rain, that’s neat. Nice and cooling too…” the pegasi sighed, feeling her abundant rolls of fat cooling off, rivulets of water ran across her rolls and folds, collecting in between them like a stream in a valley.
“Thank you, so, so much my Queen.” Hetramila finally spoke, only just able to contain her excitement.
“No problem… I think?” she replied, shrugging from the compliment. Closing her eyes once more, she allowed herself to drift and bob amongst the waves, fully content. Sun, sand, the spot of occasional precipitation and lots of amazing food, what was not love about this place?