//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: Keijo Equestria // by Typist Gray //------------------------------// “Goo-ood morning Canterlooot!” The stallion announcer’s baritone voice boomed across the open stadium. The packed crowd roared in approval as Celestia’s sun shone down through the open stadium onto the guests and players. Few were actually looking his way, but a stallion and a mare were stationed in a booth very near the edge of the pool, in what would otherwise have been very expensive seating. “My name is Booming Voice, and this is my cohost, Thoughtful Look.” “A pleasure to be here,” came the much softer voice of the mare beside him in the announcer’s booth. “And welcome to today’s grand championship match of Equestria’s newest and most beloved sport… Keijo!!!” “Actually, this is just a charity event,” Thoughtful pointed out. Although the roaring of the crowd drowned out her factual correction, she still felt obligated to fulfill her role as the straight mare to her co-host’s more boisterous attitude. That was why they were always arranged together, after all. “In fact, because Keijo is still a relatively new sport, there hasn’t been enough time to arrange any sort of formal championship.” Keijo is a mare only game where the participants wore swimsuits as they competed on floating masses called Lands in large pools. The goal was to knock the other players off of the Land using only your boobs or butt. If you touch the Land with any part of your body other than your hooves, or if you were knocked off, you lose. Naturally, flight and the use of magic were also grounds for disqualification. In the end, the last player left standing… is the winner. Not only do they get bragging rights, but they get a huge cash prize. “That’s right folks,” Booming continued excitedly. “Mares from across Equestria have committed their blood, sweat, and tears to training themselves, all to ensure that their teats and flanks are the strongest in the land for your entertainment.” He paused to allow another cheer from the audience. “That’s right, Booming,” Thoughtful spoke up. “Despite it only being less than a year since the idea’s introduction, Keijo has absolutely skyrocketed in popularity. In addition to the excitement and titillation of the matches being a treat for the fans, as well as testimony from countless players on the sheer enjoyment of the game, Keijo experienced its first big break when Princesses Celestia and Luna gave the first game their royal commission.” As Thoughtful spoke, the central screens depicted close ups of different areas of this match’s arena. “Ah yes, but let us not forget the father of Keijo, without whom none of these ponies would be here. And here he is today!” The central screens suddenly flipped to display a member of the audience who, upon seeing his image on screen, began awkwardly smiling and waving. “There he is folks. Sir Thomas of Princess Luna’s Harem!” At that moment, Thomas wished deeply for the power of invisibility, but shrinking into oblivion would have also been good as the crowd roared below. He was currently sitting in one of the VIP box seats, along with his herd – who were currently crowding into the frame to also wave at the audience – and the Princesses who had scooted off to the side to avoid the limelight. Thomas might have long since gotten over his issue with public nudity, but still found himself crossing his legs so that a stadium of one point five thousand spectators couldn’t stare at his family jewels. Booming continued. “Keijo is just one of the countless contributions Thomas has made to Equestria on behalf of humanity. Now, I could go on and on about his achievements, but that’s not what we’re here for.” The central screens flipped to the arena’s entrance where the game’s participants were assembling. “No. You’re here to see these fantastic mares bash their mare parts together in an unbridled show of dominance.” The crowd cheered their agreement. “And now onto the competitors of today’s championship match!” “It’s a charity match,” Thoughtful quietly corrected again. “All proceeds go to the Graceful Heart Hospital for Foals, remember? The winner gets to divert 10% of the final proceeds to any other charity of her choice.” But Booming didn’t seem to hear. “And here they are! First up we have none other than Rainbow Daaash.” If the cyan pegasi’s wings weren’t currently bound to her back, she would have no doubt soared into the air as she waved energetically at her fans. She was absolutely eating up all this attention. “Rainbow Dash, the daring mare who pulled off a daring rescue at the Young Flyer’s Competition a few years back with her stunning Sonic Rainboom!” He paused to let the audience cheer. “Rainbow Dash is currently wearing a very skimpy two peace swimsuit, colored in her trademark rainbow pattern. Perfect for her slim, athlete’s body. Being a pegasus, what Rainbow might lack in size or overall strength, she more than makes up for with her lightning speed and maneuverability. If Rainbow Dash wins, she intends to donate her prize money to constructing a community center in Canterlot’s low income district to help imbue troubled foals with trade knowledge and social skills so that they don’t feel alone in this world.” That turned up the audience’s roar a few notches. Rainbow, to the surprise of no one, made sure to show off for the audience, especially in ways that emphasized her most crucial assets. She flexed her arms, gesturing for the crowd to keep up the roar of their approval, and even spun around to helicopter her tail. That really got the viewers excited. “Up next, we have the lovely Ms. Rar-i-tyyy!” The booming cheers quieted down to more civil hoots and whistles, along with a few declarations of love for her and her work. “Rarity comes to us in a royal violet two piece, perfectly matching her mane. This eye-catching design shows a tasteful amount of cleavage, which I still don’t really get,” Booming muttered off to the side, “and beneath that frilly skirt is a lovely thong designed to decrease friction and ensure maximum mobility. I should also point out that this lovely piece of swimwear is not only a Rarity original, but all of today’s contestants are wearing the charitable mare’s latest work, designed specifically for each mare’s unique attributes. Rarity is a lady of grace, but don’t let her lady-like demeanor fool you. This lady is as rough as diamonds and glitters just as bright. Rarity has aspirations of turning her prize into investments for Manehatten, giving up-and-coming businesses the chance to uplift themselves with innovative advertisements and charity events to ultimately better the community. All profits from these investments will also be diverted to other charities.” Rarity, ever the picture of elegance, serenely waved a princess wave while blowing kisses at her adoring fans. She was the very picture of poise and prestige, strutting her stuff with back straight and hands on her hips like a model on the runway. At Booming’s diamond remark, her smile grew to beaming levels, showing off her pearly whites to her adoring fans as she waved appreciatively. “And then we have the ever bountiful – and bounciful – Pinkiiie Piiie!” The audience returned to their more traditional cheering, encouraged to maintain a high volume by the pink mare’s boundless enthusiasm. Thoughtful cut in before she could be drowned out by the vocal enthusiasm of the crowd. “Pinkie Pie’s pink polka dotted one piece might seem overly simple and perhaps constricting at first glance. However, the assets of this full figured mare require considerable support, and not just for her own sake. Previous matches with lesser swimsuits have led to perplexing – and somewhat controversial – issues. This mare’s body is like a ravenous beast in need of taming. Pinkie Pie, for anypony who’s been living under a rock, is a party planning prodigy, with her greatest aspiration in life being nothing short of bringing smiles to everypony she meets. To that end, she has thrown her full support into hiring therapeutic clowns for hospitals around the country. Heal the body by healing the soul.” If there was any sort of formal etiquette for being on stage in front of hundreds of onlookers, somepony had failed to inform Pinkie. The pretty pink pronking pony was hopping from hoof-to-hoof, waving excitedly at everypony she could. She was also doing her best to directly answer the crowd’s inquiries, such as the kind of shampoo she used or if she was available for their son’s birthday next week. Pinkie just couldn’t get enough of being the cause of all these smiles, although she was making mental notes for all the parties she was promising. With a nod from Thoughtful, Booming took his turn. “Next we have none other than the producer, and wielder – of the most delicious apples you’ll ever enjoy,” that got a few snickers out of the audience, “Appllle Jaaack!” One section of the crowd cheered louder than any other. A sizable portion of the Apple Clan had taken up several rows of seats to show their support. Signs with AJ’s name were wielded and waved about like flags of war. “Despite prioritizing function over fashion, this buxom beauty’s suit is nothing to scoff at. Her flannel top and bottoms look more like a sports bra and hip-hugger shorts, which is because that’s how they were designed. This is a working mare with a job to do, folks. She is the pinnacle of earth pony physique, sculpted from a lifetime of honest labor, with a kick that could send any one of us flying for miles, and she’s here to win. Specifically, she intends to win the means to improve infrastructure in the frontier town of Appleoosa, ensuring their ability to thrive and prosper for generations to come.” AJ could have done without all the flowery language, but neither could she really argue with any of the points made. It took a bit of effort to keep her head up high under all this attention. Thankfully, Rarity had given them all some coaching in how to deal with stage fright. She just needed to keep her head in the game and eye on the prize. And when it came to the mention of her kicking prowess, she gave in to her inner showboat and delivered a roundhouse kick in the open air. The crowd went nuts. “An excellent display,” Booming observed. “But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, folks. Keijo might be on the books as a combative sport, but the use of arms and legs for such offensive moves are strictly forbidden. I’m afraid we won’t be seeing the strong and sensual Apple Jack’s kicks today,” the mare in question pursed her lips as her cheeks reddened, “although that doesn’t mean she won’t treat us to some other specialized techniques!” He actually had no idea about how the rules of the game would affect AJ’s fighting style. This was just one of those empty promises meant to rile up the viewers that no pony would ever call him out on. “This next mare has been unanimously declared the official sweetheart of the Mane Six.” Thoughtful gave her words a somewhat stern overtone, implicitly advising the audience to maintain civility and keep their volume to a more manageable level. “We have the darling, Fluttershy!” As advised, the audience kept their cheers to a more controlled level, Although this did little to ease the mare’s nerves, resulting in fewer cheers and more declarations of ‘daw’ at the mare’s weaponized adorability. “This tender hearted lovely comes to us in a one piece, leafy green suit with adorable white frills. Probably not the best for combat effectiveness, but who cares. She’s adorable! And no, folks. You’re eyes aren’t deceiving you. She might be built like an earth pony, but this mare is a tried and true pegasus. Despite her timid demeanor, she’s been known to chastise even the fiercest of dragons into submission. Her plans are for the prize are modest, much like herself, to donate to the White Tail Animal Preserve, ensuring that all those cute little critters have good food and good housing.” Fluttershy wasn’t in an arena. She wasn’t surrounded by hundreds of thousands of millions of piercing, judgmental eyes, judging her every flinch as something to be mocked at later. This was the homemade arena the Apples had built in their private pond for her and the other girls to train on. The only audience was her close friends, and the noise was because her little animals were easily excitable. That was why, despite hiding behind her long pink mane, she was able to give a shy wave. And she most certainly didn’t notice the way the central screens zoomed in on her bouncing breasts and buttocks. “Last, but certainly not least, is a mare who needs no introduction, folks,” Booming began. “Celestia’s number one student, Bearer of the Element of Magic, and Ponyville’s greatest librarian. She is the one, the only, Twiliiight Sparkllle!” Thanks to Booming’s well practiced buildup, the crowd absolutely lost their minds. It was a miracle Fluttershy didn’t either make a run for it or go catatonic. “Twilight Sparkle comes to us in a modest white two piece, emblazoned with none other than the royal sun of Princess Celestia.” Booming paused to let the audience get their Celestia cheers out of their system. “Her swimsuit’s simplicity provides an extra layer of versatility, allowing the mare to alternate between styles on a moment’s notice. Although her friends describe her as more of a bookworm and magician, Twilight has been training for months for today’s contest. Both she and Rarity’s horn rings have been checked for authenticity, meaning this brainiac is going to need to rely on strategy instead of spellcraft. This mare plans to share her love of learning by funding renovations to schools across the countryside, ensuring that every foal has what they need to grow up well-rounded.” Twilight took several measured breaths as she followed behind the others. While she waved to the audience in general, her eyes never left the VIP box where Celestia and her family were watching. They had the only opinions she cared about. And although she knew they’d be proud of her no matter what, she intended to come home with the gold. “This is so awesome,” RD said in barely contained excitement. “Be a lot more awesome without these stupid things.” She gestured at her wing bindings, which strained as she flexed. “Ya brought that one on yerself, sugar cube,” AJ reminded. “We tried to get ‘em ta put ya on the honor system like Fluttershy, but ya jus’ couldn’t keep them things still.” “Hey! Not my fault I’m a born flyer.” “Considering how much time you devote to training, darling, I’d say you bare a goodly portion of the responsibility.” Rarity kept her eyes on the crowd as she and her fellow contestants arranged themselves along the pool’s edge and began their warmup exercises. All the while the screens would periodically alternate close ups on whichever mare provided the most eye-catching view. RD opened her mouth to argue, but gave a defeated sigh instead. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it takes effort to be as awesome as me.” She was bending over to touch her hooves, smirking as she pretended not to notice the pony with the camera behind her. “I’m wearing wing bindings, too,” Fluttershy added quietly. “You know, if that helps.” “Really sucky how they’re treating you guys,” Pinkie observed, genuinely not noticing the way her teats were being viewed from the side as she ran in place. “Horn rings and wing bindings? I mean, I get that it’s to help make everything fair, but it’s really not fair, ya know.” “Ah hear ya,” AJ agreed. “Now it’ll feel like Ah’m only winin’ cuz all mah competition was handicapped. That ain’t sportsmanlike.” “Keep dreaming, thunder thighs,” RD scoffed. “I’m the only one here who’s a professional athlete. The win’s as good as mine.” “Jus’ wait ‘til the match starts,” AJ said, smiling through gritted teeth. “Ah’ll show ya what these thunder thighs can really do.” “Oh right. Friendly pregame trash talk,” Twilight muttered, remembering the books she’d read back in the locker room. “Well, uh, like the announcer said. I’ve spent the last few weeks studying tactics and formulating the perfect strategy to take you guys down.” She beamed proudly. “Did I say it right?” Pinkie giggled. “What?” “You realize three of us can take you out just by sitting on you, right?” “I-is that allowed?” Fluttershy stammered. “It’s actually an audience favorite,” Twilight informed. “So long as the buttocks of the mare doing the sitting doesn’t touch the Land, it’s perfectly legal.” “Oh dear. I really hope I don’t hurt any of you.” “Yeah right!” RD scoffed. *SMACK* “Eep!” As the crowd went wild, the rainbow mare pulled her hand away from her larger friend’s rippling backside. “You’re basically encased in a marshmallow shield. I’m pretty sure you could sit on a fly and not squish it.” “Oh, well, that’s a relief,” the blushing yellow mare admitted. She’d been startled out of her jumping jacks and was now rubbing at her sore rump. “At the same time, your body is like a giant sponge for kinetic force,” Twilight added. “You, and Pinkie to a lesser extent, will be able to take just about any kind of hit and barely notice.” “Oh, they’ll notice, alright,” AJ boasted with a proud body builder’s flex. “Ya’ll can be sure ‘f that if ya try ta take on this mountain o’ muscle.” “Try not to sink, Ms. Mountain,” RD teased. But in all seriousness, she knew AJ would be her biggest competition. They’d been rivals for years now, competing in just about every field they could think of. She knew her opponent’s abilities and vice versa. “I hear a lot of big talk coming from what the polls are calling the audience favorites,” Rarity stated, still keeping her attention on the audience. “The muscled mare vs. the speedy demon. But I, my friends, am a lady. A lady does not brag. A lady acts.” “Wow, that’s a good one,” Twilight awed. “Thank you. It just came to me.” “Sorry to burst your bubble, girls, but this prize is going to the therapeutic clowns. Healing the body by healing the spirit isn’t just a motto, it’s a fundamental fact!” “A truly noteworthy cause, but I’m afraid investing in ponies is the far wiser course. It promotes self-reliance, community spirit, and all success will directly lead to more ponies getting help in the future.” “Appleoosa needs better infrastructure, ‘specially after the near disaster of this year’s drought.” “Ponyville might be adequate, but the public schools in other out-of-the-way towns are a joke. They barely even have any books from the last decade.” “You want to uplift spirits? Then keep troubled foals off the streets with some community centers! Did wonders for me.” “Well, the animals of White Tail rely on donations to keep fed and warm, but I guess your ideas are good, too.” All six mares turned their heads away in a defiant huff, except for Twilight and Fluttershy who took a second to catch on. Twilight remembered that this was the part in the competition where the player’s competitive drives and conflicting goals came to a head and they all were competitors in this sport which only had one winner. Granted, even the most conservative estimates of the money coming in would be more than enough for them to split and achieve all of their goals, but this was how it was written in the book. For the remainder of the competition, they would have to be rivals. “Today’s competition will be held on a road Land set up!” Booming announced. “As you can see, there are several circular platforms scattered across the pool and connected by thin bridges in a pseudo maze; all anchored down to the pool floor below. Each mare will have a different starting point from which to derive their strategy.” “This form of Land allows for an unusual level of free movement compared to others,” Thoughtful pointed out. “For our players, it will be more difficult to track the competition’s movements. The relative smallness of the Lands may also prove more of a hindrance, depending on the mare’s fighting style. Ultimately, this arena was chosen by today’s judges for its spectacle. This show is all about you, folks.” Placing his hand over his mic, Booming leaned over. “They’re really eating this up,” he said, his voice barely audible over the audience’s cheering. “You noticed?” Thoughtful observed with a subtle smirk, her hand also cupped over her mic. “Well it’s true. It all comes down to spectacle. That’s how charities do their thing.” “And this is how announcers do ours.” Booming uncovered his mic. “Alright, ladies. It’s about that time. Please assemble at your designated starts.” The Mane Six did as instructed. Their designated starts were all Lands painted to resemble their cutie marks, so they were hard to miss. Thin wooden bridges allowed them to cross over the pool, only to be pulled back once they’d settled. Each Land was rocking their bodies around, acclimating their sense of balance to the unsteady floats. The judges would give them about a minute to the unsteady Lands before starting the match. The audience was on the edge of their seats, whispering quietly between themselves. They discussed who their favorite mare was, whom they’d bet on to win, and what their odds were. AJ and RD were indeed crowd favorites, but that didn’t diminish the loyal fan following each mare had for one reason or another. Some of the audience believed that one charity was more deserving than another while others just liked a particular mare as a celebrity. Whatever their reason, the quiet clamor of the spectators reinforced that there was a lot riding on this match. “So who are you betting on?” asked Luna. “I’m just here to watch,” Thomas replied. “Really?” Moonlight skeptically inquired. “You’re honestly going to tell me you don’t have a favorite down there?” Thomas shrugged. “Can’t really say. I’ve only done a little reading on them, and the ‘experts’ in the papers all have really good arguments for how all of them have their own advantages and weaknesses. It’s really anyone’s match. Although I think we all know who Tali’s hoping to win,” he finished, hoping to divert attention from himself. “I’m backing the apple farmer.” The griffon’s comment turned several heads. “What? Fluttershy’s cute, but she’s just not built for competitions. She doesn't have the drive to succeed, like Rainbow and Applejack. She doesn't have the mental fortitude and aggressiveness to pursue and attack an opponent. She might be great as a poster girl and as eye candy for this sport. No, Fluttershy's either doing this to support her friends, or she simply lacked the backbone to say no when being recruited. And yes, I'm aware that she has tamed dragons and manticores, but life-threatening situations aside, she's a submissive, meek wallflower than a dominating, aggressive warrior. “The little blue scrapper might have the advantage on the bridges. However, if the farmer plays her cards right and sticks to the big Lands, her opponents won’t have anywhere to run. She’ll dominate through sheer force. That’s where the smart money is.” This started a small debate in the box. Twilight’s family was vehemently on her side, while Celestia carefully avoided announcing any direct support. Like Talon, most of the other concubines had their own reasons for supporting one candidate over the other. Luna was with Thomas and a minority of others not really having a stake in the match’s outcome. They just wanted to see the show. Thomas, meanwhile, was quietly wondering to himself about the power he now wielded. Keijo wasn’t the first, or latest idea he’d shared with the Equestrians, but these people seemed insatiable for anything he had to offer. All it took was a few words from him and an entirely new industry would be born in a matter of months. With such power, he knew he had an obligation to use it for good. At the same time, there was something to be said about the merits of evil if it meant buxom beauties in sexy swimsuits fighting with their boobs and butts. “And that’s the cue from the judges,” Thoughtful informed, rendering all other voices silent. “Alright ladies,” Booming cheered. “On your marks. Get set…” He waited, keeping his eye on the stallion standing off to the side and holding the string under a large bell. Inside he was squeeing with glee, thanking the stallion for drawing out the suspense like this. Finally the bell stallion moved and Booming timed his words to match the *Gong*. “Gooo!” Once more doing exactly what everypony expected, RD was the first to move, launching herself over a bridge and making a mad dash for her opponent. “Sorry, Fluttershy. Gotta take out the small fry before I can take on the big fish.” She shot a wink at AJ. Fluttershy froze. The tiny blue blur was heading straight for her like a bullet. She hadn’t left her starting Land yet, meaning she had nowhere to run. Already she was regretting volunteering to have her wings bound. If nothing else, she could use them for balance to cross the bridges more easily. That much was legal. At least, that would be the case, if they weren’t frozen solid to her back anyway. After all, who wouldn’t be a little nervous going up against RD right off the bat? Then, before she could spend too much time dwelling on how hopeless this situation was, she remembered the faces of all the little animals that were counting on her. In her mind’s eye she was them shivering in the cold or pitifully pawing at empty food bowls. With renewed resolve, Fluttershy concluded that if there was nowhere for her to run, then she had no choice but to stand her ground. RD grinned, proud of her oldest friend for not backing down. She’d have to treat her to milkshakes or something later; after she’d won the match, of course. Remembering her earlier assessment of the yellow mare’s marshmallow shield, RD slowed down just before entering Fluttershy’s Land. The two exchanged a quick look before the speedster slammed her hoof down hard on the Land’s edge. A wall of water was splashed up, obscuring both mares’ views. With a predatory smirk, RD jumped to the left, ducked low, and twisted her body to deliver a butt slam into her pegasister’s lower leg. *WHOOSH* “What the!?” For the briefest moment, the sun had been completely blocked out. All RD could see was the vast expanse of yellow mare ass contained in a swimsuit that – in hindsight – was probably sized a bit too small for her. Every square inch of her body was being hugged by the fabric with tender affection, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The great plains of eclipsing ass seemed to be moving in slow motion across the sky, brushing ever so slightly over RD’s mane. Then the sun finally came out and RD jumped back as far as she’d dared to assess the situation. “Brilliant,” Twilight observed. “Rainbow’s splash didn’t just block Fluttershy’s view, but hers as well. And instead of just staying put where Rainbow expected her to be, Fluttershy jumped back and delivered a broad swing of her ass like a chain mace. It might have been a blind sweep, but if Rainbow hadn’t already ducked down, that would have taken her out for sure.” “Hehe. That’s why everypony calls you the smart one.” Twilight made a startled horse noise and jumped back. Somehow Pinkie had appeared on the Land adjacent to hers without her even realizing. “How’d you get there?” “I walked, silly,” was Pinkie’s simple reply. She was just standing idle, hands behind her back and swaying her body from side-to-side, giving her boobs and butt a bouncing and swaying motion. Twilight checked where Pinkie’s starting Land was compared to her current location and ran some quick calculations. For Pinkie to have moved so quickly in so short a time, it would require a speed that could only be described as supernatural. Twilight felt a knot growing in her gut, eased only by the recognition that there was no bridge directly connecting her to Pinkie at this time. “You’re the smart one of our group, but folks call me the wild card.” Twilight swallowed audibly. There was something in Pinkie’s voice; a strange tone she didn’t care for, that made her fur stand on end. “I’m the one who does the unexpected, the unplannable,” Pinkie continued, spreading her legs and assuming a fighting stance. “You’re a great magician, Twilight. Probably the best ever. If given enough time, I’m certain you’d come up with the perfect plan to get us all wet.” “Phrasing!” a random spectator announced. “But in a pinch, you overthink. And if you don’t have time, how can you handle the wild card?” Pinkie’s grin was toothy and monstrous. She was a predator who had found her prey. She wasn’t merely confident in her ability to make the kill. Oh no. This was a predator who was certain. “Eep.” “Good answer.” And Pinkie jumped high in the air. “Not-good-not-good-not-good!” Twilight chanted as she frantically ran across the bridge, her thoughts lingering on just how right Pinkie was. The earth mare was the living, breathing, pinking wrench in the unicorn’s plans. If this were a game of rock-paper-scissors, then Twilight was the paper to Pinkie’s scissors. Pinkie was also right that Twilight only needed time to devise an effective strategy. Time meant distancing herself from all threats until she could think. Time did not mean looking back to see the tremendous splash of Pinkie landing on the purple Land, only to emerge butt first from the wall of water like a pink guillotine. Twilight was only barely able to duck down in time for Pinkie to fly over her. “Bring it, prissy!” “Consider it brought, brute!” With everypony else picking their dance partner, it seemed only natural that AJ and Rarity would end up together. They’d charged head on at one another, but both stopped at the last minute to spin around and deliver a butt sweep at the other’s left. For now, at least, they were locked in a stalemate as their flanks pressed firmly against one another. “Heh. Yer tougher than ya look,” AJ said over her shoulder, blushing slightly at the pressure against her flank. It was dangerously close to her cutie mark. “I, ugh, wish I couldn, ngh, say the same,” Rarity struggled to retort. As much as she hated to admit it, a unicorn being tougher than she looked wasn’t saying much when compared to the raw muscle that was AJ. She knew meeting AJ head on in a show of strength was a bad idea that was doomed from the start, but that was exactly what she wanted her opponent to think. “Keep dreamin’, sugar cube. Maybe in another ten years you’ll-hey!” Rarity had squatted down. Like RD, she was using her opponent’s superior size to her own advantage. AJ hadn’t expected this, and so her body was starting to turn in a way that compromised her balance. She’d recover soon enough, but this was Rarity’s window. The white unicorn squatted down even lower, her eyes never leaving her opponent’s round and supple rear as it streaked across. Even in what were basically swim shorts, Rarity couldn’t help but admire how her work brought out the apple mare’s sumptuous curves. Then, when she had AJ at the perfect angle, Rarity braced her hands on her legs and straightened up, still bending over. The upward force of Rarity’s elegant bottom hit AJ squarely in the tail bone, where the muscles of her rump offered no protection. “Yipe!” AJ finally regained her balance, following through on her spin to deliver a swipe of her breasts. Unfortunately, continuing the spin required changing the weight she put on her hooves, sending a jolt of pain through her lower back. The flinch was enough to telegraph her attack, as well as give Rarity time to retreat to a safer distance.