Just a little something that was inspired by a story from  Cedar Ashens which in turn was inspired by the works of  Shalion
Also a bit of a thank-you to the former for making his story a gift for me :P
Hope you all enjoy!

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"Look, there it is, in the back."
"Yeah, I see it. Look at the size of that thing, how's it fuckin' walk?"
"No clue, mate. Got the gate open?"
"Hang on...yup, there it is. You got the bait?"
"Yeah, they can't resist sweets. Just dangle it in its face, it'll wake up."
"Yeah, alright..."
"And be careful, don't be too loud."
"I fuckin' won't be loud, Christ. ...look, it's wakin' up. I think it likes it."
"Look at the fuckin' thing, just followin' it like a dog."
"Okay, open up the van and help me get it in. It looks like it weighs a fuckin' ton."

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The late summer morning was quite overcast in London. Grey clouds covered the sky, and a breeze rocked the green trees in the suburbs outside the bustling city. Aside from children playing around in the street, and the odd car passing by, nothing stirred.

Except for inside one of the homes. On the sofa in the living room lay a lump of amber fur, topped with a head of sky-blue hair and a matching tail on its rump. Its pink eyes slowly blinked, trapped in a plain between sleep and consciousness. A pair of wings were unfolded lazily at its sides.
Any fan of the My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic TV show would recognise the creature as a pony. A genetically engineered, intelligent pony lifeform created in a laboratory over in America. Some would say Hasbro were getting too powerful for their own good, but a grand majority of their fanbase disagreed, considering these ponies were on the market as common pets.

This particular model was a mare, or female, pegasus named Honey Drop. She was named affectionately by her owner for her honey-like coat, and her quickly-discovered love for the snack in question. She loved all sweets, but honey was her most favourite of all. Her flanks both sported the image of a honey pot, toppled over and leaking the precious goodness. A cutie mark, as it was called.

Her love for desserts and treats, and being fed almost exclusively on them since foalhood, had taken its toll on her appearance; she was undeniably fat. As she laid on the sofa, her belly oozed out beneath her, drooping over the side slightly as her thick hooves dangled with it. Her haunches were thick, with her cutie marks stretched to fit them. Her large legs, almost muffin-like from fat, created a smooth roly backside, which she would find other ponies staring longingly at.
A cute roll of fat was settled beneath her chin, her chest was quite puffy, and her face sported a pair of chubby, slightly-pinked cheeks.

Tipping the scales at around 200lbs, her wings were comically, or adorably, tiny on her large form, making them useless for flight. She wasn't unhappy though; rather, she felt like she had quite a good life. An owner who loved and cared for her, all the food she could eat, and no responsibilities. She couldn't be more thankful!

Grrrrroowwwrrrr...

Speaking of food, it was time for a bite to eat. Driven to consciousness by her stomach, her glazed eyes suddenly regained life. She awkwardly rolled off the sofa, her belly becoming more of a pendulous round mass between her legs that reached her knees, and began a slow, lumbering shuffle out of the living room. Not to the kitchen, surprisingly.

She grimaced as she stood at the foot of the staircase, the only thing in this world she considered her greatest enemy. She took a deep breath, eyeing up her impending challenge.
Come on, Honey, you can do this, She thought, trying to motivate herself, You do it all the time.
Puffing out her already puffy chest, and putting on an adorable scowl of determination, she made the first laborious step. She knew she wasn't going to enjoy this.

After minutes of loud, thunderous thumps of hooves, the massive mare collapsed at the top of the stairs, panting and wheezing from so much exertion. Her face was beet-red, and soaked with sweat. Truly the only real exercise she got in her life is going up and down the stairs, which thankfully wasn't required more than once or twice a day.

Taking a few minutes to get her breath back, she hoisted herself back onto her hooves and continued her lumbering waddle through the doorway to the office, which was thankfully the closest room.

Occupying the office was one Shauna Mason, a college graduate in her early twenties. Her trim form fit perfectly in the office chair, her blonde hair reaching just past her shoulders. She was typing away on her computer before she'd heard the tell-tale thumps of hooves coming up the stairs, and she had swivelled her chair around to lock her green eyes to her 'little' friend.

"Want your breakfast, Honey?" She asked, putting on a playful smirk, "I could hear that tummy of yours from up here!"
Honey's cheeks went red again, this time out of embarrassment. "U-um, y-yes please, Shauna." She answered meekly, sat on her wide rump and twiddling her thick hooves. Despite all her being pampered and spoiled on a daily basis, she was a surprisingly shy and quiet pony.

Shauna smiled warmly and looked at the time on her phone. 11:13 was the display.
"Oh crap, nearly fifteen minutes late for it too," she gasped, hopping to her feet and walking to her big little companion, leaning down to ruffle her mane with a grin, "I'm sorry, Honey. I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"O-oh, it's okay, really," the pony insisted, a soft smile squishing up her chubby cheeks. Her stomach loudly protested that statement.

Out of sheer curiosity, Honey tilted herself slightly, an easy feat given her rather gelatinous form, to get a look at what her owner was doing on the computer. The browser was open on the words 'PPB Solve Chicago Ponynapping' in bold black lettering.
"Shauna, what's that about a 'ponynapping'?" She asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Hm?" The human hummed, then followed her pet's gaze, "Oh, that? A guy and his pet pony in America solved a local theft. Turns out some store models were stolen by some fatty fetish cult ring or something." She added with a shrug.
"O-oh my!" Honey gasped, putting a thick hoof to her mouth. The idea of such a thing even existing filled her with dread. "Th-there's nothing like that around here, though...?"
"Well, you never know," Shauna answered honestly, then wrapped her arms around the plush little equine, "But I'll never let 'em get their dirty mitts on my little Honeybun!"

Honey could only respond to the hug and kind words with a happy squeak and a nuzzle of her plump cheek against Shauna's chest. She was right; as long as Shauna was around, she had nothing to worry about.

You would expect that kind of thought to come from a pony who'd been rescued from the street, since of course that where there were pets, there was abuse, but on the contrary, Honey had never been in such a situation once in her life. Shauna, being a huge fan of the Friendship is Magic TV show, and having quite a bit of cash to spend in her account, naturally jumped at the chance to have an adorable little pet of her own. She was personally picked out and paid for by the young graduate, and the two quickly forged an unbreakable bond.

Shauna grinned, almost knowingly. "There's a picture of the two who solved it too, c'mere."
Honey curiously waddled after her owner, who helped her into a special plush chair that she'd ordered just for her. Much shorter for easy access, but not any easier for the plump pony to access on her own. She watched, leaning forward slightly, as Shauna scrolled down the webpage. She was slightly jealous of her having fingers, since she could put them to so much use. Like opening the fridge whenever she wanted without needing to ask for a snack.

The photo was of a spectacled man, rather on the thin side, down on one knee and smiling with his arm around the shoulders of-
"O-oh my...!" Honey gasped, putting a hoof to her mouth again as her cheeks flushed red.
The grinning unicorn mare sitting beside him had to be as big as her! She had a brilliant rose-pink coat, a flowing lilac mane, and sported some gorgeous teal eyes. Every huge curve, roll and crease on the unicorn's obese form fit onto her with such beauty.

Jeff Bromley and Rose Water; The Pony Protection Bureau was the caption beneath the photo.
"Rose Water," Honey whispered, almost longingly. Oh, how she cursed being on the wrong side of the Channel when such a marvellous specimen was alive and waddling around over there!

"Pretty big one, isn't she?" Shauna commented, then added with a playful poke to her companion's round amber tummy, "Looks about as big as you!"
A squeak emanated from the plump pegasus, watching shyly as an oceanic ripple of blubber pulsed across her round middle. She giggled and put a hoof to it. "Hehe, yes she does. It's quite, um...well..."
"You like her, don't you?"
"W-what?!" Honey's cheeks burned bright red. "U-um, I mean, she looks pretty, b-but I-!"
Shauna had to chuckle. "Honey, it's okay! It's not a bad thing to feel attracted to another pony, especially one that looks as well-fed as you!"

"W-well, yes, I suppose," Honey near whispered, then let out a squeak as her stomach let out quite a fierce growl. Speaking of feeding...
"Sorry, sweetie," Shauna smiled warmly, petting her flabby pet on the mane, "C'mon, let's see about your breakfast, yeah?"
"O-oh yes, please!" The equine chirped, her bushy blue tail swishing around happily. She knew exactly what she wanted.

---

"Here ya go, Honeybun," Shauna smiled, setting a plate of quite a stack of toast on the table. Each slice was bountifully lathered in honey, enough to cause it to ooze down the small tower of cooked bread in thick golden streams.
"Oh boy! Thank you, Shauna!" Honey Drop squeaked, grabbing the stack in both forehooves and taking a hearty crunch of the sweet breakfast. A cup of orange juice was set next to her, complete with a squiggly silly straw for easy access.

Shauna had to chuckle at the sight. She was glad she'd taken a childcare course in high school; raising this pony was much like raising a child. A greedy, obese, lazy child with hooves and a tail. She even had her own high-chair to reach the kitchen table with, only it had to be expanded and reinforced to contain her large, and growing, frame.

Getting hungry from seeing her hungry friend eat up her meal, she decided to make something herself. She clicked the button down on the electric kettle, then got a bowl and a box of cereal from their respective cupboards as the kettle's heater began hissing.
She poured some cornflakes into the bowl and poured in some milk from the fridge. Soon the kettle had boiled and she'd poured herself a hot coffee. With her own breakfast ready, she sat across from Honey, who was cheerfully crunching away at her toast, getting honey and crumbs all over her face and hooves.

Vrrrrt...Vrrrrt

Shauna's phone vibrated on the table from receiving a text. She grabbed it and had a look at the screen. Her eyes widened.
"Honey, you know Denise and Buttercup?" She asked her companion, who swallowed another mouthful of toast.
"Of course!" Honey chirped, "How would I not remember my best pony-friend?" She took a sip from the squiggly straw. Shauna was her best human-friend, of course, and she was incredibly close to the barrel-like earth pony owned by Shauna's college friend.
"You should take a look at this," Her owner muttered, then turned the screen of the phone around so Honey could see.

Butters missing!!! lookd all ovr n cant find her!!! can u plz help??? :(

"Buttercup is missing?!" Honey gasped, putting a hoof to her mouth.
"That's what she's said," Shauna confirmed, then began texting, muttering to herself, "Me and Honey coming over, keep me posted."

Honey took a fearful sip of her juice. "What should we do...?"
"We're going over after breakfast and having a look around," Shauna explained, pausing to take a sip of coffee, "Hopefully we'll find something that'll tell us where she went."
"U-um...how far away does she live, again...?" The unfit pony asked, possibly sounding even more fearful.
"Just about half an hour by car," Her owner chuckled, shaking her head, "You won't be doing too much walking today!"
"O-oh, good," Honey sighed, allowing herself a bashful smile.

---

Just as Shauna promised, the car trip to Denise's place, just a bit further out of the city and more into the country, in a small cul de sac.
Honey Drop hadn't even noticed the length of the trip; she had been too busy bobbing her head and singing along to the cheery pop music Shauna had bought a CD of for her a while ago. Shauna was more of a rock girl herself, but it was for her not-so-little friend. She could see the seatbelt was really digging into her pet's portly frame, she would have to see if there was a solution to that.

The music suddenly halted and silence took over the air in the car, leaving Honey to freeze momentarily before slumping in disappointment.
"Aww, are we here already?" She whined.
"Afraid so," Shauna answered, smiling to her companion, "We shouldn't be too long, just a quick look about."
She reached over and unfastened Honey's seatbelt, causing it to slide across her amber mass. The cold metal tickled her as it glided across her roly dome of a stomach, causing her to snort a small giggle.

After some assistance from Shauna, in the form of opening the door and hoisting her out of the seat, Honey landed on the pavement with a few heavy thuds of her hooves. The small car's suspension lifted right up with relief.
The two approached the house, Shauna giving the door a few knocks while Honey caught up to her with her slow waddling gait.
Within a few minutes, the door opened and a chubby, black haired girl stepped out to meet them. Standing a few inches shorter than Shauna, she looked up at her with a forced smile.
"Thanks for coming, you two," she began, exchanging a hug with Shauna before kneeling down and giving a big one to the pudgy pegasus, "How're you doing, Honey?"
Honey let out a small squeak from being squished in the hug, but smiled. "U-um, I'm doing well, thank you."

Denise led the two inside, and explained the situation. Apparently, it had gotten far too hot last night for Buttercup to sleep in the house, so she had chosen to sleep in her back-garden kennel. And when she woke up in the morning to get her, the back gate was open and Buttercup was gone!
Honey could agree it was incredibly warm last night; if Shauna hadn't let her have one more glass of Diet Coke to cool herself down, she thought she might have melted!

The two were taken outside to the back garden, where the wooden gate, connected to the fence, was laying open. On the other side was an alley, big enough for a van to drive through. A chainlink fence divided Denise's garden and next door's.
Next to the kennel was quite an impressive looking flowerbed, sporting many multicoloured arrangements of daisies, violets, and of course, buttercups.

"She's never run off before," Denise explained, with a sigh and a shake of the head, "I've been looking up and down the street for her all morning. I called the police, and they just told me to keep them posted with more information."
"She couldn't have gone far," Shauna assured her, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder, "let's go have a look, yeah?"
"Yeah, alright," Denise agreed, then swallowed a lump in her throat, "you don't think she ran away?!"
"Of course not," Shauna answered straightly, "Why would she? C'mon."

The two humans walked over to the alley to investigate, while Honey sniffed around the garden, trying to find some clues to her best pony-friend's whereabouts. She had to be the most confused; she and Buttercup were incredibly close, and she'd never once mentioned wanting to run away.
So then...it couldn't have been her own doing, could it?

"Oi, big girl." A high-pitched male's voice sounded from nearby, catching Honey's attention. "C'mover here."
The portly pegasus turned her head to see a thin, scruffy-looking unicorn stallion sitting in next door's garden, right at the fence. He wore an unbuttoned red shirt over his pale-blue fur and a few bangs of his blond mane escaped from beneath his baseball cap. He sported a cutie mark of a frying pan, symbolising a love for cooking. It was almost amusing how such a rough-looking pony would have aspirations to be a chef, but Honey and Buttercup didn't complain; in their opinion, the more chefs, the better.

Honey waddled over and sat at the fence with a heavy thump. "Hi, Grease Trap." Even his name wasn't that pleasant, but he was a good pony, if a little vulgar sometimes.
"You're lookin' for Butters, yeah?" Grease Trap asked, his default aloof expression becoming a bit more stern. Honey nodded. "Good, if my gate'd been opened, I'd be goin' after her right now."
"I think Shauna's looking for clues right now," The pegasus explained, just barely able to turn her head around enough to see the two humans at the gate in the corner of her eye, "It's not like Buttercup to wander off. I think something strange is ahoof."
"Yeah, that's what I think too," Grease agreed with a nod, then leaned closer to the fence, "In fact, I saw somethin' last night."

Honey stifled a gasp into her hoof, and leaned in herself. An awkward feat, given her rolypoly figure. "What did you see?!" She whispered.
"It was hot as shit last night," Grease explained with a scowl, "so I was sleepin' out here. I'd just woken up when I heard the sound of a car door or somethin' shut, and a guy was goin' on about 'bein' at the warehouse for the mornin''."
"Warehouse..." Honey muttered to herself, tapping her temple with a thick hoof, then perked up with an idea, "Oh, Shauna and I pass this old warehouse on the way to the city! Do you think that's the place...?"
Grease shrugged. "That's where I'd start. If you're goin' out there, be careful. And bring Butters back quick, she's probably starvin'." He added, a ghost of a smirk escaping him.
"We will, thank you, Grease!" Honey squeaked, then slowly got on her hooves and waddled toward her owner. She was unable to shake the feeling Grease was still watching her. "Shauna, I-I think I know where she might be...!"

---

"You're absolutely sure we should have a look around here?" Shauna asked her pet pony, the car stalling on the old dirt road leading to the run-down warehouse she had suggested to her owner.
Honey Drop gave a single nod, an adorable glare of determination on her chubby face. "Y-yeah, I'm definitely sure...!"
"Alright then," She said with a nod, and switched off the ignition to silence the car.

The two began slinking up the rest of the way to the warehouse courtyard, where a white van was parked by the door. A large shipping door was present, but it looked like it hadn't been touched, let alone opened. A fire escape led up to the windows high up on the side. A perfect vantage point, Shauna thought.

Grrrrmmmmble...

The tense silence was broken by a grumbling from Honey's tummy, demanding sustenance. While its owner halted to give it a rub, Shauna tutted and shook her head.
"Sorry, Honey," she muttered, "I was so caught up in this that I never thought to ask if you were hungry."
"N-no, it's okay," Honey insisted, managing a smile, "so was I. I only just started thinking what might be for lunch..."
"Well, try to think of something else," She instructed, leading her portly pet to the fire escape, "we can't risk your stomach giving us away."
"R-right," the pegasus replied with a nod, her naturally blushing cheeks getting a bit pinker from her friend's comment. She began muttering to herself. "Okay Honey, don't think of food. Think of helping Buttercup; think of the daring rescue you'll make with Shauna; think of the big celebration you'll have after, with lots of ice cream and chocolate and-"

Grrrrroooowwwrrr...

Shauna frowned at Honey with a raised eyebrow, who responded with an apologetic smile on her reddened face and a sheepish rub of her pendulous middle.

Getting up the fire escape was quite a trial. Shauna had no problem climbing the multiple flights of steel steps; it was the incredibly unfit Honey who was having trouble, bringing up the rear and sweating like an orange pig, her face beet-red. She kept her panting to a quiet and adorably squeaky level, which Shauna appreciated.
She helped the poor pony up the last few flights, and allowed her some time to catch her breath while she quietly opened the window and peeked inside.

She could certainly hear voices; three of them, all male. There was also the sound of loud, messy chewing. Like Honey when given a jar of her namesake all to herself. Speaking of food, she could also make out this almost-nauseating musk of, the only word coming to mind was 'slop'.

She carefully slunk in through the window and onto the dark catwalk, peering down to the floor below.
Hanging fluorescent lights revealed quite the scene; a trio of men talking amongst themselves, as well as a green earth pony mare with a head of yellow mane...and she was huge! Like, just bigger than Honey! The poor thing had her face stuffed into a trough, her thick roly legs wiggling quite happily despite not touching the floor. Her flank sported a trio of yellow-petalled flowers being sprayed by a watering can.

That was Buttercup!

"Not a bad catch, is she?" One of the men below asked, sporting a baseball cap. He sounded at least in his early twenties, as did the other two.
"Not bad at all," A second chortled, this one wearing a black beanie, "lotta meat on her."
The third, his messy brunet hair uncovered, walked to Buttercup and gave her flank a slap, sending a cascade of wobbles through her adipose-ridden body. "I want a go first, just lookin' at her's makin' me hard as fuck."

Shauna put a hand to her mouth. Could this be...?

"I did most of the work gettin' her," Baseball Cap argued, approaching the third man, "I deserve the first go."
"I set up all this crap," Beanie jumped in, pointing to the trough first, then to...what looked like a tripod for a camera, "and I'm the one who came up with all this. I deserve first crack at her huge crack!"

"Oh my god..." Shauna whispered, shaking her head. It was just like that news story in Chicago; a fetish ring. They were going to violate her and record it! She scowled down at the scene, making an internal vow to stop this disgusting act before it began.

She peeked back outside and looked to her pegasus, who had mostly gotten her breath back. "Honey, c'mon, let's go."
"O-okay," Honey panted, getting onto all fours and following her owner through the window...or at least, halfway through it, "O-oh dear...!"
"For god's sake," Shauna hissed, and gently held on to her hooves, "suck in and wriggle!"

Honey did what she was told, and took in a deep breath while wriggling her stuck behind, hind legs kicking. It took a few minutes, but with a pop and a thud, the pudgy pegasus had landed onto the catwalk.

"You hear something?" Beanie asked. Shauna kept hers and Honey's heads down and mouths shut.
"Must just be some pipes or something," Brunet answered casually, "place's really fuckin' old and all."

"I-I'm sorry," Honey whispered, actually looking on the verge of tears, "I didn't mean to make you angry..."
"No, it's okay," Shauna cooed, giving her pet a loving peck on the forehead, "I'm not mad at you, just at those bad guys down there. C'mon, let's go get Butters."
Honey gave a single nod. "R-right...um, what do we do...?"

Shauna had to think fast. Not only could she not let those creeps escape, but she had to stop them before they did anything gross to Butters. She started by whipping out her phone and texting Denise.

Found Butters and kidnappers. At that warehouse. Call police.

She put away her phone and pointed down to the door, the same one she saw out front.
"See that door there?" She whispered to Honey, "I need you to sneak down there and stand there, so they can't get out. I don't think they know about any back doors. I'll go down there and confront them, make sure Butters keeps safe.
"R-right, got it," Honey confirmed with a small nod.

---

The plan was put into action right away. Slowly and carefully, the two rescuers made their way down some more stairs onto the ground. Thankfully the hanging fluorescent lights in the middle of the room were the only lights on, meaning a grand majority of the warehouse was shrouded in darkness.
Honey was trying her hardest to keep quiet and focused, but the mixed scent of food from Buttercup's trough was making it really difficult. As she passed her best pony-friend in the dark, she swallowed some saliva as the eyed the bounty of junk food, but Shauna urged her to keep moving. And so she did, till she was in place in front of the door. They'd have an awkward time getting over her if they planned to escape, which would be perfect for when the police were on their way.

"Alright, you stay there," Shauna reiterated, and glanced toward the trio of men in the spotlight, still oblivious of the girls' presence, "I'll go deal with them."
Honey was more than happy to obey the request, and promptly sat her large rump on the ground with a heavy thud. She had done far too much walking and far too little eating today, she just wasn't built for this sort of physical exertion. She made a mental vow to stay on the couch all day tomorrow.

With her little roadblock in place, Shauna slunk toward the spotlight, keeping low and in the dark. She'd played enough stealth-based video games to know that you had to make yourself as small as possible to make sure you were more difficult to spot.
The trio of pony-nappers were faced away from her, arguing loudly over who would get to do what disgusting thing to poor Buttercup first. Thankfully, the pony in question seemed to be too enthralled in her food to pay attention.

Meanwhile, Honey was left alone to her thoughts. Her thoughts that she still had to keep under control, but ever since they got inside, the overwhelming odour of what Buttercup was eating was taunting her. Like it knew she was hungry. She had to resort to breathing through her mouth or even holding her breath to stop herself taking one sniff too many.
Now that she was nice and sedentary again, she could relax and get her breath back for real. Starting with a nice deep breath through her nose.

Grrrrrrooowwwwwrrrrll...!

Honey tensed up and flushed bright red, putting both forehooves to her grumpy middle. A small "Oops" was all she could squeak out.

The men quickly jerked up upon hearing the irate grumbling. Even Buttercup's attention had been caught enough to look up from her trough.
"Honey?!" She mumbled, mouth still slightly filled with food, as well as stained all over by it.

Shauna swore internally as the men had spotted her coming that way.
"Who the fuck-- what're you doin' here?!" Beanie demanded.
Shauna simply gave up the charade and stood back up, tall and firm with an air of authority.
"I'm here to rescue this poor pony," She answered bluntly, "don't bother running, police're already coming."

"Shit, the fuckin' police?!" Brunet yelped, and began a panicked sprint for the door, "What's that other pony doin' here?! Outta the fuckin' way!"
Honey Drop saw the fleeing criminal coming her way, and whimpered at what might happen to her. One look at Shauna and Buttercup, however, quickly steeled her resolve, and she thought fast.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed her forehooves off the ground with as much power as she could muster, which wasn't a lot. With some help from her little wings, she hovered long enough for Brunet to bounce off her round roly stomach, causing a cascade of blooping sloshing wobbles. The criminal staggered onto the floor.
The peculiar sensation caused Honey to start giggling as she gently lowered back down. "That tickled!" She squeaked innocently.
Brunet simply shied away from the pony, knowing trying again would be pointless.
"Good job, Honey!" Shauna praised, earning a shy smile of thanks from her pudgy pet.

"C'mon, it don't have to be like this," Baseball Cap spoke up, a nervous smile on his face, "Maybe we'll work somethin' out. That pony's yours, yeah? We'll buy her off ya for a good couple hundred!"
"No thanks," Shauna spat instantly, scowling at the young criminal, "You've a lot to answer for, boys."

"Who says we're doin' anything wrong?" Beanie butted in, puffing out his chest despite his obvious fear of the police showing up any minute, "Not like she's hurt or anything, yeah?"
"Um, actually," Buttercup spoke up, her voice a smidge deeper than Honey's but just as sensitive, "The food was nice, but if it's okay, I'd really like to go home."
"This is your home now, big girl," Baseball Cap purred, a disgusting look of longing on his face.
"Shut the fuck up," Beanie snarled, slapping his friend on the back of the head.

Within a few more seconds, the air became filled with the sound of muffled sirens.
Shauna smirked knowingly and looked to her pony. "Let's go then."

---

The men were taken in and arrested immediately, pleading guilty for theft of a living creature with attempt to...well, you know.
Denise had come in her own car; she had flagged down the police cars from the main road and led them to the warehouse. She was really surprised at Buttercup's ballooning in size, but the two were so happy to see each other. An inspection of the white van revealed a large canister of weight-gain powder, which would explain a few things.
The two girls and their ponies exchanged celebratory hugs while they waited for a truck to carry the immobile earth pony home. Grease Trap looked incredibly happy to see her again...not to mention red in the face.

Finally, Shauna and Honey Drop were back home, both of them exhausted after such a long day. The pegasus had ballooned a little herself; thanks to her boredom and hunger getting the better of her, she'd helped herself to some of the slop in Buttercup's trough. And of course, she ended up gaining weight too, but she could still just barely waddle along, albeit at a slow, wide, lumbering gait.
She was relaxed on the living room floor, stretched across the comfy carpet and enjoying a big jar of honey that Shauna had bought for her on the way back as a reward. Her owner was lovingly petting down her blue mane.

"I-I'm sure glad we got to the bottom of that mystery," She admitted to her owner, licking and smacking her lips cutely, "Butters is nice and safe...and so am I. Thanks for not selling me to those guys..."
"I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world," Shauna cooed, giving the plumped-up pegasus a scratch behind the ear, "You know that!"
"O-of course I do," Honey purred, enjoying the scratches, "but still, thanks. I'm glad we won't have to deal with those bad men again..."
"You've got nothing to worry about, Honeybuns," Her owner assured her, smiling warmly, "I'll look after you, no matter what."

Honey Drop smiled with total comfort upon hearing that; she felt nice and reassured...among something else. Her little wings began ruffling and twitching.
"Um, Shauna?" She asked softly, "C-could you do me a favour...?"
"Already on it," Shauna smiled, and began scratching and preening the amber wings. Honey let out a pleasurable sigh from the sensation.
"W-well, thank you for that," she purred, and licked some honey from her hoof, "B-but I was going to ask if I could have another jar of honey? This one is running out, and I still feel a bit peckish..."
"I understand, you haven't had much to eat today, have you?" The human chuckled, and petted the pony's mane gently, "Sure you can, and you can relax all day tomorrow. You've earned it."

"Th-thanks," Honey giggled, then yelped as she felt herself jostle around from her tummy's demanding growls, and regarded Shauna with a beet-red faced smile, "U-um, could I have that new jar now...?"