Skyheart grinned in excitement at her excellent plan. The pudgy pegasus had crammed herself nice and tight into a wooden chest, carefully designed with the lock on the inside and a fake one on the outside. She'd paid a pony to wheel her out to the vault and now she was waiting just outside with a number of other chests. She would be brought inside with the treasure and rob them from the inside out. Her plan was ingenious... so long as that mare actually did put her where she was supposed to...

Up in the skies above Equestria, two
airships lazily floated beside each other, one of them wreathed in
smoke and fire, the other rumbling with a loud, gassy belch. Lying
back on a makeshift seat from tattered sails and crates an engorged
copper mare rested. In front of her were the last two ponies from the
simple merchant ship she had hit, both guests. Up in the sky there
was nowhere to run, but still she had bound them with rope, and they
had watched as she devoured the crew of five one by one

The Wind
Runner perched by the carcass of the merchant air ship, it barely
hovering. The small pirate vessel was grappled onto the side, the
captain aboard. Typically by the time Captain Dusk showed up,
Skyheart had cleared off with the most valuable scraps of cargo...
yet now his galleon of an airship approached the merchant vessel and
Skyheart was still aboard.
Dusk trotted to the bow of his ship,
the Maelstrom and laughed, making the fat of his gut ripple with the
booming sound of his voice.

Scald lay back in
the sand, the dark blue unicorn stretching out on her towel, wearing
a mint green bikini. Ivy, a forest green earth pony, and Peach, a
soft cream pegasus splashed about in the shallows of the cool water
in their matching pink bikinis, throwing water at each other. They
quietly declared a truce before scooping up as much water as they
could and creeping over to Scald, before dropping it onto the
sunbathing unicorn. Scald shrieked and the other ponies galloped into
the water, wit

It was going to be a
long night... but crime never slept, and Beat Force only did when she
was sure she was done with her police work! The ex-stable security
officer was clad in her Stable 42 security barding, a riot shotgun
levitating beside her in an aura of purple. Loaded into it was a box
full of bean bags, ready to discharge at the nearest criminal scum,
who she'd then zipcuff and call in back to base. Even though base
never answered she was sure that somepony made sure they saw trial
and p

Cane had left his wife alone in a theatre room, a massive TV playing
some advertisement about a new crazed weight loss program favored by
all the rich and famous ponies. Even Miss Fleur de Li asked as a
model in the program, Snow Veil groaned as the mare danced around the
screen before it moved on to a new product. As Cane enter from his
personal relief mission, he caught the trailing end of an argument
Snow was having with the TV. "I'll never understand how one
mare can be such blight o

In the Whitetail
Woods, in a big patch of long grass a mint green pegasus lounged on
her chubby belly. The soft sound of snoring was barely heard over the
loud chatter of bird song. With the grass high enough to reach a
standing pony's chest, it was near impossible to make out the large
rounded shape of a mint green rump, especially as the soft mud had
actually pressed down under the mare's generous weight. Her wings
were folded down against her back, her candy pink tail snaking behind
her throu

“Cadet? What did I warn you about?” Spitfire’s sharp voice was usually enough to make the newbies quail, but the aqua Pegasus trotting right up didn't seem to lose the smirk plastered across her face. “Cadet! This was the last straw! You jeopardised four lives with that stunt,say goodbye to your ass! I'm not having some reckless kamikaze on the team,” Spitfire continued. This was the point where the cadsts broke down and cried and argued… but Lightning kept o

“Ughhhh…” The groan echoed
throughout the cloud house of one prismatic pegasus. The door to her
bedroom lay wide open, and inside her large and comfortable bed lay a
white and brown lump of fur and feathers. “Uggghhhhhh…” the
lump repeated, slowly unfolding to reveal a pair of amber eyes and a
pointed yellow beak. “Couldn’t make it easy, could you, Dash?”
the griffon asked, peering upwards to stare at her stomach. It was
huge and bloated, sagging outwards as it responded with a

Aryanne
couldn’t believe she was doing this. The pure white mare trotted
back and forth, her immaculate black uniform clad tight on her form,
squeezing against her slightly chubby belly and rounded flanks. She
sighed, turning with a flick of her blond mane to set her blue eyes
on the zebra mare before her. “You haff taken ze enema?” her
Germane accented voice barked.
The
zebra mare nodded her head, her own green eyes meeting Aryanne’s.
“It’s clean as I can make it back there…” sh