pampered puppershy
“Knock knock!” Rarity pokes her head through the doorway. “How's our sweet little Puppershy doing?”

Twilight looks up from the box she's been digging through to greet her friend. “Great, I think. It was tough getting her in here, but this room should suit her well.” It's a guest room in the castle, but the girls have really pulled together to make it comfortable for Fluttershy. At her size, a bed became more of an obstacle than anything else, so it had been moved out and replaced with cushions and blankets for the floor. The rest of the furniture wasn't really necessary either, she'd decided, and it was removed to make space for the copious amounts of dog toys and feeding implements that their pet required.

“Mm, yes. Much more roomy than that poor little cottage…” Rarity looks around at the boxes and then at Fluttershy.

She's not listening, of course. Or if she is, it doesn't show. She's lying in the center of the room and staring off into the distance with a dazed, contented look, mindlessly chewing on some snack Twilight gave her. The instant it's gone, another will be magically produced and shoved in her mouth. Her constantly working jaw makes her chins wobble, which in turn makes the metal tag on her collar jingle softly. It's a charmed life.

“I've just finished arranging for the rest of the animals to be taken care of. The cottage sale should go through soon, as well. After that, she’s officially ours.” Rarity trots up beside her to pet her broad flank. The slightest touch makes the whole thing jiggle. “Isn't she just gorgeous?” Rarity muses, watching the stretched-out butterflies dance across her wobbling ass.

Fluttershy makes a slightly muffled happy sound, her buried little wings flapping with excitement.

“Oh, did you like that, darling?” She massages the yellow mare's flank with her hooves, then moves lower to grope at her massive belly. It makes up a vast cushion beneath her, ever growing, always rumbling with fervent demands for food. Fluttershy’s stomach is more talkative than she is, these days. “Oh, I know, darling… You must be famished! Is Twilight neglecting you?”

Twilight scoffs, abandoning her unpacking to join Rarity. “Please, she just finished lunch. And besides, Pinkie is coming over soon with today's batch of cake-kibble. Supposedly she’s come up with a new recipe that will digest quicker.” The kibble was Fluttershy’s main form of sustenance, which she had insisted on. It's more authentic that way, she said, dogs shouldn't eat pony food. Baked fresh at Sugarcube Corner every day, the kibble had all the nutrients (fat, sugar, more fat) that she needed to sustain herself, in between generous snacks served to her by her friends— or her owners, as they were now.

Before Rarity had arrived, Twilight had fed her a few trays of brownies from the rapidly dwindling reserve supply in the castle kitchens. All Fluttershy had to do was obediently open her mouth for each chocolatey slice, let her owner stuff her belly as she huffs and whines. She's utterly helpless without them, unable to move now that her weight anchors her to the ground, trusting them to keep her fed and taken care of. And they do! All five of her owners work together to pamper their precious puppy.

(She was so excited when her belly started to brush the floor. Even more when it became difficult to drag herself over to her dog bowl. It was sort of scary, not being able to feed herself… but also freeing. She didn't have to think anymore, didn't have to worry about a thing. All her friends could do that for her, so she could focus on eating. She must be the happiest dog in the world.)

“If you're so worried about her going hungry, come over here and help me unpack the funnel.”