And this little story is why I should not combine fetishes with a pairing a ship, it goes weird XD

Anyway, GildaxDash as gluttonous lazy anthros in a modern Equestria, only short but done out of experimentation more than anything. So, enjoy!

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“Gah, buck!” Gilda hissed to herself as some oil from the fry up cooking on the stove spat onto her arm, burning it. Rainbow Dash was out, and had delegated “Cook the damn dinner you lazy feather duster!” to the somewhat irritated griffon. The duo was living together in a small apartment in downtown Ponyville, not the best accommodations but it was home none the less. “Right, leave this crap to fry for a while and go play some Colt of Duty on the Neighstation 3” she grinned to herself. Gilda was good at games; she definitely beat Dash ninety percent of the time, which was very satisfying. Grabbing a coke from the refrigerator the humanoid chimera of eagle and lion slammed the door shut with a bump of her butt and sat on the old living room sofa, which groaned a little from her weight, griffons were naturally larger than ponies so a pony built sofa suffered under her larger frame. “Note to self, get Dashie to whine at Rarity until she coughs up enough bits to buy a better damn couch.” She thought, cracking open her soda and gulping it down before belching and tossing the can at the bin, a small basketball hoop set up above it as a novelty target to aim at, and it did managed to go through the net. “Score.” She chuckled, fist pumping the air. A few months ago Gilda had been horrible; she had said mean things to Rainbow Dash’s friends and to Dash herself, and had paid the price for it. It took a while but after some mindless wandering and self destructive behavior she had dragged herself back and apologized, and was surprised when the ponies actually accepted it, even welcoming her back into town. A small smile crept across her beak as she felt a little warm from remembering their kindness. She may be a jerk, but now she was a jerk with a heart of gold beneath it.

Booting up the Neighstation, she inserted the game disk and whiled away ten minutes of boredom gunning down noobs online before the smell of assorted greasy crap from the kitchen and her growling stomach alerted her that food was ready. “Mmm, I can taste the clogged arteries already!” she joked, going back into the kitchen to finish up, but not before admiring herself in the living room mirror: A 6’5, thick bodied anthropomorphic griffon, not too fat but sporting some definite padding to go with the natural muscle she had. A large bust and a decently sized “Plot” as the ponies would say. Months of living off of cheap meals and lazing around the apartment not looking for work or doing much else had caused her to gain weight, not that she cared, she was much healthier than those anorexic mares in those Vaneighty magazines! Scoffing to herself she turned off the grill and put the fry up into two plates, one for her, and one for-“Honey I’m hooooome~!” a voice suddenly called as the apartment door opened and shut, tomboyish, loud, spunky, yup, Dashie was home. “Hey babe, in the kitchen making munchies.” Gilda said, picking up the plates and turning to see her companion come in: Dash was shorter than her but still somewhat tall, a good 6ft, dressed in jogging shorts and a red T shirt underneath a sky blue hoody, and was athletic and trimmed…save for the small potbelly she had gained from living off of Gilda’s cheap fry ups. She’d given up trying to get rid off it when it never went away but didn’t seem to affect her too much. Also Gilda found it to be amusing and loved giving it a slap or a pinch, so no way in hell *she* was gonna make her marefriend lose the pudge. Yes, marefriend. Dash has come onto Gilda about three or four months ago and she had returned the feelings, rekindled an old flame from high school where they had a bit of a flirt. Good times back again.

“Mmmm! Man my gut is *growling*!” Dash grinned, her stomach indeed gurgling loudly as she eyed up dinner. “Heh, well take ya plate and eat up then fat ass!” Gilda smirked, giving the pegasi’s butt a smack which made it jiggle a bit. “Ooh! Someone’s cheeky today eh, featherhead?” Dash purred, as her butt wobbled. They both sat down on the sofa and pulled out the cheap, collapsible table they used and set out the meal upon it, a large feast of unhealthy delights, fried chicken, burgers, fries, and the works. “Mm, you should try going into the cooking business babe, you can turn utter crud into heaven~” the Pegasus giggled, before digging into the mountain of food before her. Gilda grunted in reply and was already cramming it down her beak. It wasn’t long before Dash burped and groaned as her already fat little gut was bulging, putting pressure on her shorts. “Urf…mmm, oh man, gonna need new shorts after this!” she laughed as she crammed down a burger, and when she gulped and it landed in her stomach with a splosh, her shorts’ button went flying with a loud *PING!*, as her belly grew larger and rounder, the zipper forced down to make room. The blue furred pony let out a moan of relief and slouched back in the sofa, patting her gut, Gilda just chuckled and kept eating, her own larger stomach barely filled. “Jeeze babe, I’m about to rainboom and you’re still eatin’! You big fat bird!” she smirked and patted Gilda’s gut, making it wobble a little. “Yeah, yeah dweeb, now watch how a *pro* does it!” she said with an evil chuckle, licking her beak. Dashie couldn’t do much beyond just nod and watch in anticipation while eating a few more morsels before her belly ached too much to continue, as Gilda put all of her food onto her own side of the table, cracked her taloned fingers and began gorging.

Dash grinned, bite after bite disappeared down Gilda’s gullet, her stomach stretching slowly but steadily to accommodate the increasingly large mass building within her, and she showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down. Her belt creaked as it was tested by her girth, her jeans’ button beginning to show signs of stress as she continued to eat, and by the time she was half finished, her belt had snapped, the buckle, a silver eagle engraved piece of metal, had flew off and broke the living room mirror, much to both girls’ annoyance. “Ya paying for that.” Dash groaned, still holding her sore stomach in her hands. Gilda just belched indifferently and slurped down a bowl of stir fry. Another loud *PING* as the button on her jeans burst off and disappeared somewhere in the room as the griffon’s belly lurched outwards with a zipper destroying slosh. Dash went red and leaned against her slightly, eying up the bulging brown belly hungrily. Gilda noticed and winked at her before finishing the final plate and unleashing a deafening burp of triumph then lounging back, stomach a vast dome. “Blurgh…whew, I feel like a Hearth’s Warming turkey!” she belched, kneading her gurgling, churning belly. “Ya sure look like one~” her marefriend purred, rubbing a hand across its expanse and causing Gilda to coo softly. “Mmph, feels like I’ll burst…we’ll rainboom together.” She joked, hiccupping and trying to get comfy due to her bulk. “What now then babe?” the Pegasus asked her bloated lover, slowly gliding her hands across her gut and looking up at her with a lustful expression. “Eh, watch TV for a few hours, till our guts settle.” She grunted. “Awww no fun? You’re boring.” Dash pouted. “I wasn’t finished. TV, digestion, and then we rock the block and hope you don’t last ten seconds flat.” Gilda continued, beak twisted into a griffon equivilant of a grin. Rainbow Dash went scarlet and just goofily nodded before kissing the bird-lion on the beak gently. “Love ya, babe.” She murred. “Love ya too dweeb.” Her marefriend returned.