Spyro huffed, his fat body undulating as he waddled about in his pile of gold, the dragon's purple body barrel shaped but obviously somewhat mobile still. Still, he was the ruler of this small empire, despite delegating most issues to people below him, he still wanted to have final say in major issues and be able to inact what he wants into law. Currently there was a law on the table, partially smeared by food (a little bit of Spyro's fault, a little bit of Cynder's fault), that had been troubling the great round ruler.
"So, there's been some issues with importing food" Spyro commented. He looked across the table to see Cynder for once in a long while look concerned for something. Starring directly at her, Spyro took note how the dragoness's fat arching back and massively wider body seemingly framed her head with thick rings of neck flab.
"Ish it thieves, raiders" Cynder spurted out, saliva flicking out of her thick jowls and her massive body jiggling. Her shaking was more obvious considering her legs were pulled in, her obese shoulders and sides overhanging them like a dough ball pinched from the bottom.
"I'll get the guarhds," she slurred, slowly lumbering her massive body, her flanks rolling about with each labored, anger fueled, step. She dragged her gut along with the rest of her towards the table, as if she was going to ready the guards herself. She began to attempt to climb up on the table for dramatic effect, her huge chest that jutted out far beyond the tip of her muzzle, oozing over the table, her sunken in legs pushed it up before firmly planting on the wood of the table with a heavy thump. Propped upwards like that pushed her chest and chins into her own muzzle, making her appear sunken in.
"Ih will crush *huff* dem myshelf, *wheeze* I'll eat em... *pant pant* I'll..." she blurted out with wheezing.
CREEEEEK
Cynder's end of the table then collapsed under her massive fat chest and front legs with a loud crack, sending the dragoness sprawled out with her head firmly planted in her own fat pigeon chest and rear end sticking up in the air, wheezing desperately.
"No no no, nothing is being stolen" Spyro groaned, noting that Cynder was as possessive of her food as he was about wealth, "we need to expand our ports and streamline the inspection procedures at the gate. Until then, there's going to be a food shortage."
"A... *huff* shortage?" Cynder panted, her thick legs spread out, too exhausted from her initial outburst to even attempt to get up from her current undignified position.
"Now, in order to provide us with enough food, an adviser suggested we start rationing out food so that 'everyone' gets the food they deserve"
Cynder let out a heavy, raunchy belch, a thick ripple traveling through her body, "I still... get to have all... I want right?"
"Of course" Spyro rolled his eyes, "after all, we've saved the world, we sacrificed enough, the people can suffer through not having buttered rolls at dinner."
"Perrr*URRRRP*...fect" the massive blobby dragoness conferred, reaching out with a weak claw to grab at some more meat to stuff her face.
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Later that day, upon the terrace, Spyro and Cynder waddled out wearing their best. Spyro with an elegant crown and long cape, and Cynder with jewelry but also an arm band tightly wrapped around her front leg like a fully inflated blood pressure cuff with the symbol of the city guard. Spyro's waddle, although heavy and slow, was much more majestic than Cynder's, having to practically drag her own massive body while Spyro merely waddled.
With their heads held up high, showing off their multiple chins, Spyro announced,
"Ladies and gentledragons, I, Spyro, have come to bare you some unfortunate news. Due to our city's rampant growth and prosperity, it has experienced what can only be described as 'growing pains'." Spyro's bellows sent his cheeks and chins jiggling. He stopped to take a few heavy heaves before continuing "Our ports and gates can't handle the increasing flow of both food and goods going into the city, and thus, I am sorry to announce that until we've fixed the issue, all food in the city will be rationed and handed out."
There was a bit of commotion among the massive crowd, Spyro holding out his hand to silence them.
"Fear not, it shall not last long and not be extensive, even I and Cynder shall ration our food as well"
Cynder gave Spyro an almost hellish glare, but the purple dragon merely winked at her in assurance, "the rationing shall be enacted on the morrow, so please, enjoy your night. This will pass shortly and painlessly."
Though for Spyro and Cynder, it wasn't going to effect them at all, not only getting their own supply, but able to pick out the best bits of food that were rationed before distributed.
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