It's Hearts and Hooves Day and Twilight's library is paid a call by a colt she's never met before, a chubby fellow looking for help. Twilight soon discovers she has taken a strangely intense interest in the newcomer, and for perhaps the first time begins acting a little bit...silly.
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A request by a good friend an talented author TheConflicted: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/theconflicted/
Based on his own concept!
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Now this tale is improved dramatically, thanks to the skillful (an highly generous) editing of shockblock99: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/shockblock99/
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Although this story deals with Twilight discovering that she likes colts with meat on their bones it's not strictly a bawdy yarn. In this first bit it's mostly meant to be sweet and humorously awkward. There's no weight gain here either (yet). It's mostly Twilight's first experience with an interest she can't explain, or admit, to herself.
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Snack Mix is based on Alterpony by Lesang: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8173864/




¬Twilight Discovers Her Fat Fetish
Part 1: A Weighty Introduction

Spike flipped idly through his dog-eared copy of ‘Dragon Lore: A Compendium of Draconian History and Culture’. He could practically recite each page by heart but it was the only book he knew of which contained anything related to dragons as a species, not just as assistants to unicorns. On these rare off days he liked revisiting the idea of his sort being something other than an exceptional minority, and given the general atmosphere of Hearts and Hooves day the single woodcut illustration of a female dragon roughly his own size was a welcome distraction to mull over.
Why did he find himself without immediate demands? It wasn’t because of the holiday in progress, which otherwise might have accounted for any other pony in Ponyville. The other citizens were probably making elaborate and affectionate cards, decorations, with the more daring embarking on a time-honored rendezvous with their suitors.
But Twilight Sparkle was a special case.
At that moment she was managing the second floor of the library, reorganizing and alphabetizing the same collection of books that had been in order since she arrived several years before. Maybe it was her paranoia about anything immediately out of her control falling into disarray. Perhaps it simply brought her comfort to unshelve and reshelve things. The work might be so delicate she wouldn’t even entrust it to Spike despite her trust in him.
More likely, Spike thought, because his mistress had less interest in Hearts and Hooves Day and romance than anypony else. Sure, she might have five good friends but contrary to certain articles in tabloids she had no interest in taking them on dates. Pinkie had offered to take her to Sugarcube corner for a milkshake, but anything overly communal took second place compared to an opportunity to organize things.
Nopony was likely to use the library during a festival but even that didn’t matter.
Quiet, composed, deliberate, controlled. Friendship might be magic, but none of this Hearts and Hooves nonsense please.
“Hmm…” her lavender eyes narrowed. “’The Complete Collected Records of the Unabridged Annals of the Combined and Authorized Collection of the Excessively Long Book of Equestrian Literature, Libraries, And Literary Development’.” She took a breath. “I wonder where that belongs…” She gestured and an encompassing field of shimmering purple carried the massive book towards some far shelves.
“Collected works? Collections of connected works? References for Self-References? Completed collections or collected completions? Decisions, decisions…”
The front door’s bell rung as it swung open. Her ears perked up but the rest of her remained buried in her work. She hardly even comprehended the heavy hoof-falls of somepony entering the shop and trotting around. At least until the one sound she couldn’t ignore rang out: a heavy book slipping from a shelf and flopping onto the floor.
A dazzling blast of violet light followed a whiff of scorched ozone and Twilight’s form in the upper library vanished. Moments later the newcomer staggered, his eyes widening as she reappeared in just as wondrous a fashion, her brow furrowed.
“Excuse me!” the colt sputtered. “Are, uh, are you the- well I guess you’d have to be.”
“The what?” Sparkle chided.
“The… librarian? Is that the appropriate term even if you live here?” he chuckled awkwardly. “To be honest I’m not really sure.”
As the last drifting sparks of her teleportation faded Twilight’s expression softened. She gestured her horn to the fallen book and gently lifted it, setting it right where it belonged on the shelf.
“Maybe you should spend more time in libraries.”
“Yeah.” The colt grinned broadly.
“So, what, are you in here looking for books on vocabulary?” she smiled gently to let him in on the joke. “It’s kind of an odd day for you to be in here.”
“Huh?” the colt cast worried looks around him. “You’re not… closed today are you?”
Twilight shook her head.
“Just wondering why anypony wouldn’t be out and about on Hearts and Hooves day.”
“Ah…”
His eyes sunk to his hooves and stayed there for some time.
“That’s… related to my visit today.”
“Oh?” Twilight looked concerned. “You’re not suffering from any maladies that could prevent you from enjoying yourself, are you? I have books on pony illnesses and complaints.”
“Not really, no.”
“Are you looking for books on how to make affection cards? I have some by master craftsponies that might…”
He shook his head. By now his surprise had eroded into a pained expression, one so troubled it made the unicorn very worried.
“I think I know!” Sparkle said, trying for cheerful. “You’ve met the pony of your heart and you just don’t know what to say! Well I have a section devoted to the finest poetry of love you could ever want as well as modern authors who always know just what to…”
He shook his head harder.
Twilight was at a loss until her searching gaze settled on the book that had fallen from the shelf and the section it was in. It wasn’t with new eyes she turned back to look at the newcomer, it was with sudden realization of something she had until then completely ignored.
“You’re looking at… diet books?”
He nodded, whinnying crossly under his breath. Why hadn’t she noticed it before now? It was clear to see this colt was slightly heftier than a usual Ponyville citizen, most of his weight noticeable in the dip of his middle and the stoutness of his legs. The every day ponies and colts she was used to tended towards the trim, athletic variety. Even her friends, although sometimes prone to ‘soft’ months, rapidly worked or exercised their way out of whatever extra weight they gained from extended holidays or wintertime inactivity.
But this fellow…
Twilight must have been scrutinizing him to an uncomfortable degree. His discomfited look was becoming almost fearful as she tilted her head to take him in. How hadn’t she noticed? He was cream colored so it wasn’t exactly hidden on his person. Actually in a moment of silly association she could almost have said he resembled a small equestriabound cloud if it wasn’t for his cutie mark.
And what a mark! She had never seen anything like it before. Ignoring his bewilderment she trotted slightly to his left to get a better look. It wasn’t a tennis racket or a canoe or a quill or an hourglass or even a cupcake. On even closer inspection it proved to be the stylized representation of a milkshake, fried potato straws, and a tofu dog with a drizzle of unmistakably tangy tomato sauce.
“You see that, huh?” the colt muttered.
Twilight nodded speechlessly. It was just so… novel. Something about the malleability of the smoothed surface that garish image sat upon was hypnotizing. In fact the whole build was intriguing. She couldn’t make out muscles under the slush and he’d clearly not been taking care of himself as much as others might demand. But there was a charm in the swoops of the contours that composed him; great arches blending into one another to make up his hind and fore quarters with his tiny head perched atop the latter. Even that was (surprisingly) pleasantly sculpted with fleshy cheeks that made him look younger than perhaps he even was. And there, overhanging his blonde mop of carefree hair was a unicorn horn.
“So… about the book?”
Sparkle snapped back into reality so abruptly she squeaked out ‘SPIKE!’ before her senses fully returned. The colt gestured and a golden cloud surrounded The Bronco Way: How to Turn a Plowhorse into a Stallion in Fifty Days, ferrying it just below Twilight’s nose.
“You, uh…” she blinked. “Um… you really want to check this out?”
He nodded cautiously, eyes suspicious.
“Why?”
She hadn’t even meant to say it. The word tumbled out when she tried to draw a breath to still her rapidly beating heart. That didn’t make any sense at all. Ponies weren’t supposed to speak without meaning to, certainly not ponies as composed as she. Also why on Equestria was she breathing so heavily and her heart racing? She hadn’t been running anywhere she could remember.
“Why?” The colt scowled. “Are you making fun of me?”
She mentally recoiled from the words. “What? Oh no! No no, not at all. I’m just… curious.”
He sighed.
“You want to know the reason I’m not out there with the others?”
She nodded. There was urgency in her focused, widened eyes: not unlike a little filly.
“Well…” the colt searched her face for sincerity before continuing. “I figured that no pony would want to go anywhere with a colt like me.”
She nodded reflexively. He laughed at that.
“I can’t help the way I was born or what my special talent is, can I?”
He looked ruefully back along his body to his mark.
Twilight shook her head.
“So I figured I’d try to get a little help, down play things you know? I didn’t know anypony would be here except him, and he’s always here.”
Twilight noticed he was looking behind her. She pivoted quickly to discover the mysterious pony of which he spoke…only to see Spike looking up at her puzzled.
“You called, Twilight?”
“I did, didn’t I?” She giggled nervously.
“Um, Twilight…” Spike crossed his arms. “Since when do you-”
“Can you check this out for this gentlecolt?” The diet book, ironically quite heavy, glided rapidly through the air and tumbled over Spike’s head.
“Hey!”
“Sorry!” Sparkle cringed. “But…can you do the, uh, stamp thing and the… record-y books thing?”
“Sure,” grumbled Spike, hefting the book over to a desk.
While he applied the appropriate release date stamps to the inside cover and documented the books withdrawal Twilight turned back to the unicorn, grinning bashfully.
“So. Is there anything else I can do for you Mister…?”
The colt looked very uncomfortable. “Snamish,” he murmured just below earshot.
“Snamish?” Twilight beamed. “Well that’s a fine name! Mine is Twilight Sparkle!”
He shook his head. “Sn- Sn…” he grimaced. “Snack Mix.”
“Snack Mix.” Sparkle put a hoof to her mouth to stifle a snort. Snack Mix saw the motion and it only seemed to make him more self-conscious. He turned away slightly. Rather lumbered away, his gait slightly hampered and ungainly by the rest of his body. ‘Like a baby hippogriff’ Sparkle observed to herself ‘He’s so big…’
“I didn’t mean to offend you!” she blurted. “It’s actually… a very handsome name.”
This response was so unexpected he turned back with surprising speed. “Pardon?”
“Just saying your name is… very descriptive. It fits you. Rolls right off the tongue too, you know? ‘Snack Mix’” She giggled again.
Somewhere her brain was tearing down the curtains in fury at her irrational behavior, but at the moment most of Twilight felt… good about the situation. She felt like she could almost bask in these brief moments, and for the life of her she couldn’t explain why.
Or say she wanted to know why at all.
“Well…” His pouted cheeks flushed. It was so adorable Twilight could have squealed. “Twilight Sparkle is a…good name too.”
He coughed into his hoof and his newly placed expression was clearly fabricated to appear haughty and regal. She’d seen it sometimes on the faces of colts trying to hide their feelings. But whether he was embarrassed about her or her attention to… he was feeling something else entirely she couldn’t guess at properly. She wanted it to be something other than just unease at her inexplicably graceless behavior. Why she wanted this was another mystery of the moment.
“All set!” Spike spoke up suddenly. “Here you go.” He presented the book to Twilight who quickly nabbed it with her magic and sent it to Snack Mix who levitated it just as quickly into his saddlebag.
“Thank you.” He said, curtly bobbing his head.
“Sure.” She said, smiling evenly. “Anytime.”
“Well…” The sentence remained uncompleted. Instead he turned.
“Twilight?”
It was… disturbingly absorbing. The motion of his hind hooves as he walked caused the upsurge of his following to jostle, his long blonde tail twitching carelessly behind. Having never really seen a portly colt before it was a new motion to her experience, a different kind of saunter. Staring was impolite but she couldn’t help herself.
“Twilight!” Spike was standing in front of her, folding his tiny arms. How had he gotten there?
“Twilight, what’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing.” She assumed an annoyed look. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Me?” Spike stepped back. “I haven’t been standing in the middle of the library for the last fifteen minutes staring at the door!”
“What?” She shook her head, her mane cascading over her. “I, I don’t know what you…”
“The guy was a butterball but it’s not like you to tease anypony like this.”
“I’m not teasing anypony…” she whispered.
“Twilight, you were boring a hole in his tail section like he was a two-headed manticore. I’m not exactly an expert on manners, but that’s a bit mean.”
“I wasn’t teasing him…”
“Oh. Then what were you doing?”
Regaining her ‘Twilightishness’, Sparkle smiled at Spike calmly. “I was just observing the degree to which the library floor slats bend in comparison with other ponies of lesser density. Snack Mix’s mass is slightly greater than the standard weight of an average citizen so at least I was curious to see the difference in…”
“Forget it. You’re back to normal.” Spike chuckled. “But, Twilight? If you’re feeling overworked why don’t you take a short evening nap or go out and have a little fun? Nopony’s keeping you shackled here on Hearts and Hooves day.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s what you do best.” Spike padded off towards the stairs, leaving Sparkle to… continue staring at the door. Maybe he’d forgotten something and would come back looking for it? A quick sweep of the library yielded nothing. Then again when anypony loses things they aren’t always so easy to find.
Maybe he was a stranger to Ponyville and would walk back in asking for directions? She had a gazetteer and lots of road atlases to help, as well as local maps. If he came in she’d know just what to say and do and he’d think she was so clever and helpful. He might even let slip where he…
SWEET CELESTIA! SHE HAD NO IDEA WHERE HE LIVED!
After the panic subsided she reevaluated her reaction. Why did she care where he lived? There were plenty of colts and ponies in the vicinity that walked in and out of her library and aside from her mane group of friends she didn’t know where they came from or where their houses were located. It didn’t matter.
Because they always came back.
But…maybe that was it. She hadn’t seen this colt before. Maybe he was a visitor. Maybe he was a traveler. Maybe he had been younger when she’d seen him from before, if she had seen him at all, and she just forgotten about him. Maybe he didn’t even come from the surrounding area at all. Maybe she would never see him again.
Why should that matter? He didn’t seem too terribly enlightened. Friendly, yes, but many other colts and ponies were. It came with the territory to a certain degree. Why this fixation on a colt she’d met just today only and had only borrowed one book?
Why couldn’t she shake the burning image of his blush, or his nervous smile?

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That evening when she retired to her bed she flopped down on her collection of pillows, her hooves sinking into their silky, squishy heaps. It was usually only with a headache or exhausted to the point of collapse she’d deign to retreat to her chambers, but this evening she felt elated, oddly energetic. Playful.
She luxuriated in the plush feeling of creamy fabric against her abdomen and buried her head into her prime cushion laughing softly into its folds. It must have been a mortifying display. In this moon-soaked hour it didn’t occur or matter to her in the slightest. Everything felt fresh and full of sensation and enchantment. When she did flop panting into the embrace of her covers and sleep claimed her, she drifted peacefully into vaguely defined visions of wild fields shuddering in a summer breeze, wide skies crowned with downy clouds, and the silhouette of a stallion topping the rise, his horn gleaming in the sun.

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Elsewhere Luna, queen of the night, quietly wept in her tower.
In her domain of darkness after her sister had finished her duties she was mistress of all the moonlight held in its sway including the dreams of her subjects. Some were passionate and thrilling, some were sad and cold, but only one this evening was so moving, so longing and sweet as to bring her to tears.
Too well did she know the bitterness of a heart made empty. But this was a filling up of a soul that had never believed itself capable of finding another half to make it whole. Although she wept she smiled to herself.
It seemed a perfect ending to her second favorite holiday.