A continuation of Twilight's revelations. After searching every book she can to explain away her infatuation with Snack Mix she tracks him down, only to discover he's ditched his diet in favor of his favorite pastime. His accumulation of weight leads to Twilight doing something drastic indeed...
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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. There's some implied weight gain in this chapter and later on when Twilight starts really exploring there will be more to come.
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Snack Mix is based on Alterpony by Lesang: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8173864/





Twilight Discovers Her Fat Fetish
Part 2: Robust Developments


Dear Princess Celestia,

Although this correspondence has little to do with a daily lesson, I am writing to you for another purpose. I’d never dream to impose on your invaluable time, but your favorite student is in the coils of a quandary she cannot otherwise find her way out of. Basically, what can cause a pony to go wacky? Not crazy-wacky like Pinkie once, I mean exceedingly odd thoughts, weird behavior kind of wacky. A spell? A disorder? Have I been working too hard? Over the past several days, I’ve felt quite strangely. I’m light on my hooves and finding it difficult to concentrate. Baffling images plague my waking mind and although my dreams are not altogether unpleasant, they frighten me with their randomness. Can you suggest a potion, incantation, or otherwise course of action to banish these befuddlements?

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle.

P.S: Do you know anything about a colt that may be a recent arrival? A sturdy fellow with skin the color of buttermilk?

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Sparkle growled as her magic crushed the letter into a useless ball of ink and parchment. She jerked her head and horn so fiercely that the magic field surrounding it tossed it right out of her open window instead of into the overflowing wastepaper basket she had been aiming for. When she idly returned her hovering quill to the inkwell she heard a clink as the nub tapped the glass at the bottom.
She’d run out completely. The revelation was one more tormenting thought buzzing in her brain. She never ran out of ink! She budgeted it carefully. She always knew just how much to use, carefully setting aside just so for mistakes, rewrites and such.
But in this instance she hadn’t known it would take this many amendments and scrapped drafts to come up with nothing.
How?
Why?
She knew something was wrong with her, something probably magical in origin because of the way it was toying with her sensibilities. What besides magic could do such a thing? So it only made sense to contact the foremost authority on the subject. Certainly it wasn’t the usual lesson requested by the princess, but desperate times called for measures equally desperate. This desperation seemed to be an acute and defining symptom of whatever malady she had contracted.
Hastily she summoned one of a towering assortment of books close beside her desk, in uncharacteristically haphazard order. She spread it open to a random page and began reading. “Ponies seized by this particular rendering of the by-now-classic Rational Subjugation Charm experience wooziness....”
“Yes…” Twilight mouthed.
“Perspiration.”
“Yes…” Sparkle said quietly aloud this time, whipping beads of sweat from her brow.
“Cardiac palpitations.”
Twilight placed a hoof over her heart to test. “Yes! Yes!”
“And, without exception, glowing yellow eyes.”
Sparkle conjured the mirror from her bedroom and peered into it expectantly. Only her normal lilac eyes stared back at her. She sighed in defeat as she sent the mirror back to its place in a fit. It thumped loudly against her bed. The Big Tome of Magical Mental Domination whipped off the desk and sailed into the opposite wall, replaced swiftly with A Primer on Equestria’s Wondrous Illnesses.

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A broad grin flashed in her eyes and stayed there for the space of a breathless moment. Sparkle came to, her head rising up from Dispelling All Known Arcane Sorceries. Despite the glow of the rising sun through the window she could still briefly see the bright crescent of those even teeth flare and fade. Something hot was slipping down the side of her face. She raised a hoof and brushed it, feeling damp. Damp was slithering from her eye as well as her mouth. No symptoms she could recall after a solid night of research fit those either.
“Twilight?” The smell of fresh greens tickled her nostrils and soon after Spike walked in with his favorite pink apron on and a plate of breakfast salad in his claw.
“Seems you don’t answer when I call your name anymore. Kind of worries me.”
Treading warily around the stacks he set the plate down beside her. “Twilight…you don’t look so good.”
“Don’t be silly.” Sparkle muttered, making a long, slow blink. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“Those bags under your eyes don’t agree with you.”
“Who cares what they say?” Despondently she lifted a leaf to dangle and gyrate.
“Um, anyway. Your mail came too.” Spike fished from his apron pocket a battered letter. “I found it along with the Ponyville Herald just to the left of the mailbox in a hedge. Like always. They really have to get a new mail pony one of these days.”
“I think she’s sweet.”
Twilight considered the envelope. “She’d better be. My back is killing me…”
After cracking the sachet with her horn she instantly recognized Pinkie’s cutie-mark letterhead. “It’s from Pinkie.”
Spike saluted grimly. “I’ll go hide all the breakable objects. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a fine mare and throws a heck of a party, but she sure is hard on furniture.”
Suddenly Twilight’s randomly roving eyes fixed on a sentence. Her mouth hung open in silent amazement.
“So what is it? A party? A request? Is something wrong?” She read and reread the passage, her lips working the words without sound. Finally she got up and trotted rapidly from the room. “Whoa, where’s the fire?” Spike spluttered as she swept past. “You’re going to let your salad get, um, cold!”
The front door slammed and Spike, more mystified then ever, hopped onto her chair to read the letter herself. “Dear Twilight, blah blah blah. Regular stuff…” His reptilian eyes contracted. “I’m wondering if you know a certain colt, a chubby guy whose kind of pale except for his big ol’ cheeks. He’s one of my bestest customers and he comes by every day and he’s super-duper smart and he kinda-sorta asked me if I knew anything about that librarian pony- oh not that guy again!”
He looked tetchily around at the mess. “I hope whatever he owes her get worked out. Crazy Twilight I can handle. CrazierER Twilight… that’s just something else.”

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“You’ve got a real appetite in you!”
“You sound like my mom.” Snack Mix chuckled between heaping spoonfuls of ice cream. “By the way, thanks for the spread! You’ve really got a real flair for treats Miss, um…”
“Pinkie.” Pinkie Pie said grinning. Even though Mix could see the dark bags under her eye, she was as cheerful as he’d seen her. “Pinkamina Diane ‘Danger’ Pie if you wanted the whole thing.”
“Never anything less if I can help it.” He set down the empty bowl and used his magic to beckon a second mountainous serving crowned with a bulbous cherry, enclosed in the same golden glow from his horn. A sack of bits hit the table and came undone at the strap, coins rattling and rolling over the counter surface. Pinkie held up a long, trailing sales receipt.
“Wait! You already paid for three royal sundaes, four pudding tartlets, five vanilla caramel packs, and six cider floats already!”
“The bits are for those cupcakes over there.” Mix’s eyes shifted to a pan of them, glistening with frosting. “Oh, and can you throw in another milkshake?”
“Coming right up!” laughed Pinkie. “Just don’t hurt yourself now Mr. Mix.”
“You’re kidding right?” he licked his lips free of chocolate smear. “Sorry I got so involved yesterday. I never quite got to hear about-”
“Miss Librarian?” Pie slide the cupcakes within easy reach with her hoofmitts.
“Twilight Ess-something I think she said her name was.” Snack Mix said quietly, suddenly becoming more pensive then ravenous. “She was kind of eccentric, you know?”
“Oh yeah, part of the reason I like her.” Pinkie giggled.
Snack Mix stirred his ice cream thoughtfully. “Can you maybe, uh, tell me a little more about her?”
“Sure. She and I go way back. Well, if two years counts as ‘way back’. I’ve always wondered. Is that just me? I mean somepony must have come up with the term ‘way back’ but how far back is ‘way’? Did even they know? Is way a precise measure of days or years or weeks or does is a ‘way’ no more than one day? Is there a certain amount of seconds necessary for ‘way’ so you can go back for a few days or years at a time but if you don’t have enough seconds it doesn’t really count?”
Her portly customer just stared for a time. Pinkie recognized the blank look.
“Oh. I was rambling again, wasn’t I?”
“Uh huh.”
“Anyway, Twilight! She’s… purplish.”
“I gathered that much.”
“She’s a book worm. Very booky.”
“Helps, being a librarian I imagine. But what I really wanted to know was… what’s she like?”
“Apart from being kinda coocoo?”
“Yeah.” Snack Mix lifted a cupcake and turned in it his hoof, sighing.
“Wellllll, she’s a friendly pony once you get to know her.” Pinkie squinted. “Serious sometimes, but she has a silly side too. Very organized. Kindhearted. Right now she has a really confused expression on her face.”
Snack Mix nodded vaguely.
Then he turned so fast in his chair he almost fell out of it.
“Twilight!” Pinkie clacked her hooves excitedly. “Great to see you here so soon!”
Sparkle just stared in the doorway, both halves of the door swinging to and fro until they finally settled closed.
Snack Mix gaped. When awareness returned he quickly scooted back around so the counter was in front of him, grabbed a napkin, speedily wiped every inch of his muzzle he could get at, and then spun back around.
“Hi.” he said in a tone he sincerely hoped was noncommittal. To show just how little this encounter affected him he raised his right hoof in a tiny wave.
“Hi.” Twilight said, raising her right hoof briefly.
Like a mirror.
Her gaze was focused unerringly from Snack Mix’s midriff, bunched up against his seat. It was far more padded then even it had been on their first encounter, overhanging the cushion but maintaining its cambered shape and firmness. Not like a drooping sack as much as a billowed sheet on a windswept laundry line. His recent feasts had packed his whole form with close to equal attention: backside, front, face and neck and legs all pleasingly, equally plumped like a fruit ripening on the vine. How had something so shapely before become such greater in so short an amount of time?
She had to know…
“H- hello?” Snack Mix muttered nervously. “My eyes are up here.”
Twilight shook her head ardently and refocused. “Um. Um....” For once in her life words were proving elusive. Language had abandoned her. Finally, licking her lips, she said the first thing that cropped up in her database. “How did you like the book?”
Snack Mix smirked. “I guess it was all right. Thing is though I felt like if I needed to be someone else to be appreciated then it wasn’t worth it. I’d rather be who I am and that be the standard I’m measured by. Otherwise I’m just living a lie.”
“Measured…” Twilight mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing!” Twilight laughed a little too hard to convince. “I just wanted to know!”
“So you know Mr. Mix here?” Pinkie asked.
“No.” Sparkle blurted. She was bothered by how despondently she said the word.
“We just met in the library.” Snack Mix clarified. “She and I we just um, met.”
“Okaaaaay,” Pinkie said carefully. “But why did you want to know about her?”
Snack Mix’s coat blanched even paler than usual. “Um, it’s important to know who everypony is when you’re new to a place, isn’t it? Seemed prudent to me.”
“Ah ha! You are new!” Twilight cackled triumphantly, aiming her hoof at him.
“Er, yes?” Snack Mix gulped. “I’m an exchange student from Fillydelphia actually. I’m actually attending Canterlot U. right now.”
“Majoring in?” Twilight snapped, leaning in suspiciously until her horn almost touched his forehead.
“L- Liberal Arts! I decided to stop by Ponyville because I heard that Sugarcube Corner had some great brunch specials.”
“I see…” Twilight scratched her chin. “It all makes sense now.”
“Twilight,” Pinkie grinned nervously, “you didn’t miss a lesson again did you?”
“They didn’t lie, you know.” Snack Mix looked slightly more relaxed as he turned the topic back to food. “I’ve never seen sundaes this big for a just a hoofful of bits before. And the cider floats flow right down the throat smooth as silk.”
“This guy drinks them down like water!” Pinkie confirmed. “Usually ponies and colts use a straw.”
“These cupcakes looks absolutely delicious too.” He brightened, lifting one with his power to drift just before his nose. “Good thing too. I’ve been STARVING while I was on that stupid diet.”
He savored the smell for a moment. Then in a single bite he removed the top and gulped it, smiling very widely with his eyes closed in bliss. A second bite and all that remained was the pastel wrapper. “Aahhh, perfect.”
As he set the husk aside Twilight stood still, dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open.
“This guy takes the cake, doesn’t he Twilight?” Pie chortled at her own joke.
Sparkle nodded dully, watching every step of Snack Mix selecting a cupcake, breathing it in, then snapping it up in two bites.
“Take the cake, get it? Because he’s eating cupcakes!”
“Heh. Heh…” Twilight whispered.
“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to try harder next time.” Pinkie shrugged. “Usually that one would have them rolling in the aisles.”
After his third cupcake Snack Mix came up with an innovation: removing the wrapper. This way he could pop the entire cupcake into his mouth and gobble it in one bite only. The rapture Twilight felt as she watched this ritual was so close to comparing with the joy she felt watching Celestia raising the sun itself it alarmed her.
Every sound of his smacking lips riveted her. The movements of his horn and hooves were likened in her perception to the working of an artist. She understood now why his cutie mark was so. Not because it defined him. Something about the way he went about his meal was so beautiful, so skillful. There was depth to this colt everyone else seemed to have cast aside. He knew who he was and here, unashamed; she couldn’t help but admire his deliberation, concentration, and his commitment. This was his special talent.
Maybe the reason he was so wide was to contain such a potent heart.
A wild hallucination overwhelmed the world around her. She could see as if she was present in the room as it occurred him and her, both together with no other pony besides. The lights were muted. She could see by what little illumination there was them both lying on a mountain of pillows while she fed to him grapes from a loaded stem: one of many, many articles of food in quantity arrayed around them in this secret corner of her imagination. He looked so happy to just lie back and accept with grateful sounds whatever she offered.
And as she fed him he grew.
“…she really is kind of cute.” The whisper blasted apart the daydream into wafting whips of whimsy. She could see Snack Mix hunched over the counter, speaking in an undertone shielded by his hoof to Pinkie.
She should have been offended. She had every right to be. How dare this colt describe her in such an objective way when he’d only met her once, let alone to one of her best friends behind her back? The nerve! The absolute gall! So like a colt to be so…
It was so obvious that her lips were pursed, her eyes opened wider then ever and longing written all over her features that it was pointless to fool herself into believing otherwise. She wasn’t angry about what he’d said. She was terrified she hadn’t heard it correctly.
“I think she heard you.” Pinkie pointed at Twilight sheepishly.
Snack Mix cringed and turned, putting a bold but faltering face on for her benefit. “Sorry, I- it seemed like you were thinking of something and, um…” He bowed his head, tapping his fore hooves.
“Yes?” Twilight said. She did everything she could to keep the demand out of the question.
“I understand if you don’t like being called that. It just slipped out.” He misinterpreted her silence for resentment. “I had to tell someone!” he blurted. “See, I haven’t really been the same since you literally appeared right before me. Studies have been nearly impossible. Food hasn’t even tasted the same. I realize that it’s not really done to just come out and say what you feel but-”
He looked up suddenly. Twilight felt like a lightning bolt had struck her through.
“I think you’re really cute. Beautiful even. I like the way you talk. You’re really smart and funny and, and…” He focused on the floor. “Yeah. I can see what’s coming. I mouthed off and of course you’d have zero interest in a colt like…me. I’m not asking for pity here, just understanding. Nothing too much, hopefully. I’m just… thankful to have met you. Sorry.” He reached out with his magic for a shot of courage: the cherry from his last remaining sundae, which he popped into his mouth and chewed contemplatively.
“That’s about it.”
He smiled sadly at Pinkie Pie. “Thanks for the brunch.”
“Any time, Mr. Mix.”
He heaved himself off his chair, nodded to Twilight, and trudged to the door. With more of Snack Mix there his walking was slower, bunching his flab with each rise and fall of his hooves causing his whole body to wobble. Sparkle surveyed all of him as he passed by, marveling in quiet awe.
“Want to go on a date?”
Twilight’s mouth stayed agape at the end of the sentence. It was so inconceivable that she’d asked aloud she at first supposed she’d only asked the question in her mind. But when Snack Mix turned his wobbling body, his mouth stretched into a magnificent grin she knew.
“YES!” How something that bulky could clear the ground with all four feet at once seemed a scientific impossibility but Twilight Sparkle couldn’t deny what she saw with her own eyes. “YES! YES! YES!” Snack Mix giggled with each bound. “YES!!!”
“Oh…” Twilight felt a tingling flush creep over her entire form. “Um, how about The Meadow Lark noon tomorrow?”
“That sounds grea-”
“Then it’s settled. Bye!” An explosion of purple brightness and all that remained of Twilight in the room was a scorch mark on the floor.
“Don’t worry. Those buff out easy!” Pinkie assured. “She only does that when she’s in a hurry though. Usually she’d pretty careful.”
“Then she…?” Snack Mix’s insane smile slipped into a look of worry.
“She’s probably just gone to Rarity’s. She’s going to need a dress for your date!”
“Oh… who?” Snack Mix trotted to a mirror on the wall of the establishment and looked himself over. Fretfully he licked his hoof to smooth out the curls in his hair as well as wipe down the lingering traces of his binge.
“I guess I probably need to get back to the dorm and see if I have anything!”
“Sounds like a good idea.” Pinkie tittered, sponging down the counter. “Oh, and take it easy on Twilight, hmm? She’s never been on a date before.”
“Never?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well…I’ll do my best.” Snack Mix regained something of his original grin. “Gee…”
As he walked out Pinkie sighed theatrically, propping her head on her hoof.
“It’s SO romantic,” she mused. “A day late, but still pretty dreamy!”

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Dear Twilight Sparkle,

What you’re experiencing is not any kind of sickness or curse. You are in love. It might surprise you that a goddess knows anything about such a thing, but rest assured despite my powers I’ve had my heart lifted before your time and I understand what you’re going through in many ways. I know though that you’re an intelligent young pony and I trust you to make the right choices. Love can come in many forms and not always once forever after, but it is part of the adventure of life is it not?
This is new territory to experience, new parts of your world to explore. Don not leap into it all at once, but don’t be too fearful to learn. Friendship may be magic but love can be as well. Neither shall ever go to go exactly as you expect and both hold many risks, but the rewards are greater still and well worth the challenges. In the end you will find these connections are what make life so wondrous and the things that stay with you forever.

Your friend…

Luna tapped the quill against her cheek. She turned her attention to the crumpled and weathered letter the kindly mail pony had delivered to her address instead of her sister’s and thought hard about the decision resting before her. Finally she nodded her assent and maneuvered her shimmering quill in the graceful loops of the signature.

PRINCESS LUNA.