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A real heavy weight

‘You've tried to do good with what you have but the treasury has dwindled more and more.
‘Your attempts at frugality have done too little too late. You've gone from eating cake off silver
platters to bread from wooden slabs but it hasn't helped. Equestria is bankrupt, or more
accurately the Princess's treasury is empty.

‘You enter the throne room to begin your day only to see the throne itself being carried away
by six ponies. You demand to know what is going on, only to see your chancellor sighing. He
explains that they can no longer afford to have a Princess and that drastic measures have
Deen taken to ensure the economy doesn't completely collapse. Luna's already done her part
and been shipped off to the Dragons, and now it's time for you to do your part. He then
introduces you to the hefty zebra mare who has just purchased you. You call for your guards
but with nopony paying them they don't interfere. An anti-magic collar is slapped around.
your neck and you're dragged from the castle in chains.

‘Your purchaser ended up buying you as a gift for their immensely overweight daughter, who
has just grown into adulthood. Your new mistress isn't fond of walking... a fact your poor
ack knows all too well. You struggle to take step after step with the enormous zebra mare sat
on your back and riding you like you were that kind of pony. Her body is near spherical with
fat, and she weighs as much as an elephant!

Yet it isn't just her weight that's a problem. The heavy zebra seems to not know the meaning
of hygiene. Her ass isn't just two wobbling sacks of sweat soaked dough, it's a swamp of
appalling stench. Flies buzz around her ass crack, circling her cheeks as thick stains of ass
grease squelch into your white fur, slowly staining it a rotten grey. A thick film of sweaty ass
Juice acts almost like glue, helping her stick to your back even as each step you take makes
her wobble and quake. Sweat oozes from almost every pore, the musky stench of her body
odour assaulting your nostrils as she gesturesyou forwards with a stubby hoof, and you have
10 choice but to follow her command.

‘Your legs shake, feeling like jelly and sweat drips off your brow, splattering down onto the
‘ground at your hooves. Every step is agony, the zebra snorting and squeezing into your sides,
demanding you go faster. She's chewing on some unknown snack as she spurs you ever
forwards. Her every breath so loud it's hard to tell when her guts are grumbling until another
a hot, thick fart splutters across your back, soaking you in yet more putrid stench. As you grit
your teeth to hold back a whimper you can't help but notice the sign before you that reminds
you that the next town is 25 kilometres away and your Mistress wants to be there in time for
dinner.

GAME OVER! Running completely out of wealth left it up to you to earn some back and you
were lucky the Zebras were the highest bidder for you. You spend the rest of your days
hauling around the fat stripy brat who delights in soaking you in her stink. Each struggling
step you take only carries you further away from Equestria. Not that it matters, as a slave
you'll never again see a throne, only be used as one!