“Onto the final event, folks!” Booming informed from the edge of his seat, holding his mic as he leaned over the table. “Our final three competitors are making their way to the central Land.”
“It appears that they’re taking their time, Booming,” Thoughtful observed, definitely not stealing glances at her co-host’s exposed rear. “I’d say the three have agreed to give themselves a bit of a breather before they begin this match. All three did perform some extraneous feats in their prior matches, so this is likely to make sure they all meet each other on equal hoofing.”
“Given her injury at the beginning of the match, I’ll bet Apple Jack is especially grateful for this reprieve.”
The farmer held out a thumbs-up in Booming’s direction as she walked along.
“Ain’t she great, folks?” Booming’s words weren’t really a question, though. “In fact, they’re all great. Let’s hear it for the saviors of Ponyville and the Elements of Harmony!”
“Apple Jack! Pinkie Pie! Rainbow Dash!” the crowd chanted as one, now more excited than ever to see the outcome.
Each remaining contestant was flipping their gazes between their two other opponents, tuning out the rest of the world as they approached. While each of them focused primarily on their earlier dance partners, they’d also stolen glances of the others’ matches. Although they’d all practiced together a little, the bulk of their training had been done in private to give each of them a chance to develop their own special move without the others learning about their specialized attack. Some did better than others, but the point had always been to do their best while putting on a good show. This was for the foals, after all.
Now, however, they’d each gotten a solid look at the other’s abilities. RD was the traditional out-fighter, keeping her distance and relying on her speed to catch her opponents off guard. Pinkie was also fast, but far less maneuverable. Her style made her more of an in-fighter, relying on raw strength and relentless attacks, but her body type suggested she’d also make for a good counter to use her opponent’s attacks against them. AJ might have been the slowest of the three, but she made up for it by also being the strongest. If any of her attacks connected, they’d do a lot more damage than what her opponents’ were capable of.
“Who do you think is going to win?” Twilight asked. She and the other losers were all standing at the pool’s edge to dry off.
“I might be a little biased, but I’m thinking Rainbow,” Fluttershy offered demurely. “She might not hit hard, but back there I saw her deliver over thirty butt punches in about the time it took to blink.”
“It’s honestly rather difficult to measure up their abilities,” Rarity admitted. “They’re probably about even as far as endurance, but I fear Rainbow might be a bit more of a sprinter while Apple Jack and Pinkie are better at pacing themselves.”
“I’m not sure if I’d call what Pinkie does pacing,” Twilight respectfully countered. “Then again, if I think back to the way she’d come at me with a series of heavy attacks before pausing to be all menacing, it might be that she’s just really good at controlling her breathing to disguise when she’s taking a break.”
“That does sound like Pinkie,” Rarity agreed. “Is no pony going to mention Apple Jack?” Given that this was the mare who’d beaten her, the fashionista felt ever so slightly slighted at the farmer not getting her due consideration.
“What’s there to say?” Twilight asked snarkly. “If you hadn’t injured her right from the start, she’d probably have just broken the Land in half and sent you flying. That’s what I’d do if I were her, anyway.”
Imagining this, along with other frightful scenarios, Rarity gave a grim nod.
“I don’t really think there’ll be any serious team ups,” Fluttershy added. “Rainbow wouldn’t really gang up with one friend against another, not like this. It’s every mare for herself out there, and Rainbow and Apple Jack want to prove themselves to be among the best.”
“That makes sense,” agreed Twilight. “Well, it looks like we’re done speculating. They’re just about to face off.”
The audience fell deathly silent as AJ, Pinkie, and RD stepped onto the central Land at once. This platform was by far the largest of the available Lands, allowing for considerably more mobility. Unlike the plain platforms or the personalized starter Lands, this one was decorated like the Equestrian flag with Luna and Celestia chasing each other in a loop. No doubt somepony was patting themselves on the back for this. The symbol of national unity was the perfect place for such good friends to meet and fight for a good cause.
For a while, no pony said anything. They just stood there, sizing each other up. No pony made any sudden movements, lest another get spooked into premature action. They just squared off, sizing one another up.
“So this is it,” AJ said, breaking the silence as her eyes darted between her foes. “It’s jus’ us.”
“You, she, and Pinkie makes three,” the pink mare sang. “I can’t wait to see the foals’ faces when the clowns start coming in.”
RD stretched, leaning back with her hands around the back of her head. “Sorry, Pinks. I have it on good authority that Apple Jack doesn’t really care for clowns, so she’ll definitely take you out first.”
Pinkie gasped in horror. “Apple Jack! How could you?”
“There’s a difference between indifference and dislike,” AJ corrected plainly, bracing herself for a surprise attack. She hadn’t expected this kind of psychological warfare from RD of all mares. It was honestly a little impressive. “Ah don’t especially like clowns, but Ah ain’t got nothin’ against ‘em, neither.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Pinkie sighed in relief. “I was worried I’d need to butt-head some sense into you.”
“Butt-head?”
“You know, like a head-butt, only…” Pinkie spun around and playfully wagged her rump AJ’s way.
“Careless!” That was all the warning RD gave as she launched herself straight at Pinkie. The blue speedster spun around and delivered multiple blows in rapid succession against the pink mare’s right leg, only to retreat before her opponent had a chance to retaliate. Pinkie winced, now clearly favoring her left leg.
“You and Fluttershy have similar body types,” RD began to exposit. “I tried everything I could think of against that mare, and I barely got any results. But I just learned something kinda funny about you, Pinks.”
It was a struggle for Pinkie to keep smiling. She could hardly put any weight on her right side without it feeling like pins and needles were stabbing through her muscles. “And… what’s that?”
RD grinned and stroked her hands across an imaginary belly, indicating a largeness that wasn’t there. “You’re not as squishy as her.”
As carefully as she could, Fluttershy slipped back into the water in the hopes of making herself less conspicuous.
“No… but I’m faster!” Spinning on her left, Pinkie delivered a counter butt thrust right into AJ’s incoming attack. The two were locked in place for a moment, ferociously and passionately grinding their rears together, before both pulled back. “I’m also the squishiest one left.”
“She ain’t wrong,” AJ remarked, grinning at the pink mare’s prowess. “Thems ‘r’ some mighty squishy flanks ya got there.”
“Oh-oh-oh! Like a yummy marshmallow you want to take a bite out of?”
RD blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Think she’s doing that on purpose?”
“No clue, but Ah don’t,” AJ charged again, “care!” Crouching down she pivoted on her right hoof and swung her butt low, knowing that Pinkie would most likely dodge up. Continuing to crouch kept her center of gravity low, enabling her to take several quick – if awkward – steps to follow her pink opponent. Then, taking a page out of Rarity’s book, she straightened her knees and launched herself upwards.
“Ugh!” Pinkie staggered back, hand clutching around her abdomen where she’d been hit as she took a staggering step back. “Nice one.”
“Thanks.” Hearing the rapid clop-clop of hooves coming straight at her, AJ turned bodily to face her oncoming opponent with the full might of her bosom. RD spun around in midair, delivered another quick succession of blows into AJ’s right teat, and then jumped back out of range.
“Too much talk. Ya leave yourselves open,” the speedster bragged as she hopped energetically between hooves. “How am I supposed to have fun if you guys-wuah oh!” RD managed to duck down just in time to avoid Pinkie’s full body booby tackle. “That’s better.”
Not wanting to be left out, AJ jumped into the fray and also went for RD. She tried for another spin attack, twirling like a ballerina, but this time while keeping her hooves on the Land. If RD dodged the apple mare’s butt swipe, she’d have to deal with a booby bash next. And if she dodge the boobs, then there was a very big butt already incoming for her to deal with. While unable to pull back and thrust as quickly as either of her opponents, she could still deliver rapid succession attacks in her own way.
“Apple Jack can’t do that for long,” Twilight observed.
“What do you mean, darling?” Rarity asked as she eyed Twilight’s consternated expression. She understood the source of her friend’s distress, for she was feeling the same. It was normal in sports for spectators to pick a favorite, but such a thing was made infinitely more complex when all options were your close friends. Rarity knew that, like herself, Twilight was struggling with rooting for all of her friends simultaneously, which paradoxically also required rooting against those same friends.
“The rules of Keijo require a lot of creative movement, but most of those movements are counterintuitive to how the body wants to work. Lunging for your opponent and spinning at the last second to deliver a butt attack is already tricky enough, but Apple Jack’s doing too much too quickly. She’ll make herself dizzy before too long.”
Too long came a lot sooner than expected as AJ’s world started spinning separately from her body. She swore internally. Her successive butt and booby attack had RD on the defensive, pushing the tiny mare towards the edge. But no. AJ had to pull away. Even if she knocked RD out of the ring, she’d be in no state to deal with the attack that Pinkie would inevitably throw her way.
“Who-hoooo!”
“Wh-what? AJ stuttered.
Even RD was too confused to follow with her planned attack.
Pinkie was spinning around on one hoof like a ballerina, or maybe a top would have been a more apt comparison. It was like she’d taken AJ’s technique and turned it up to fourteen. Theoretically, such an increase in rotational speed should have proportionally shortened the time that she could maintain the technique. But the look AJ and RD shared left no doubt what the other was thinking. This was Pinkie Pie. Did she even get dizzy? Well, it looked like the answer was heading right for them.
Still cheering and whooping at her own antics, Pinkie first targeted AJ, who was still a little wobbly from her earlier spinning. Knowing it was futile to try and evade, AJ hardened her stance and tensed her muscles. Pinkie’s attack collided with a fierce pitter-pat. Unlike AJ, who could only attack with boob or butt in succession, Pinkie was spinning so rapidly that it was almost as though she were using both at once. AJ couldn’t counter properly. If she turned to block Pinkie’s butt with her own, that’d just leave her back open to a booby attack. And booby blocking would leave her crotch and belly vulnerable. So AJ just stood there and took it. Blow after cushy blow slammed against the farmer’s body, but she took it all.
“Why isn’t she moving?” Fluttershy asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry. Apple Jack’s got a plan… I think,” Rarity said uncertainly. “Pinkie is squishy, remember. That’s excellent for defense, but less so for offense. Her attacks probably look a lot worse than they actually are. Apple Jack is counting on her muscles to see her through.”
“I don’t think it’ll be that easy.” Twilight indicated where a blue blur was zipping around the Land.
In classic out-fighter tradition, RD waited just out of her opponent’s reach until she saw an opening. Both AJ and Pinkie were so preoccupied with each other that they’d seemingly forgotten about her; a mistake they’d pay dearly for. After running to the far edge of the Land, opposite where the others had gathered, RD ran at full force towards the pair. She spun around midstride and crouched down, allowing momentum to skid her forward towards her target. Given that Pinkie was on the offense, it made sense that she’d be the most vulnerable at this moment.
Somehow seeing her opponent’s attack coming, Pinkie spun out of the way. Given the low angle of trajectory, it looked like RD might be going for AJ’s ankles. Instead, she leapt like a frog after Pinkie. It appeared that her pinkness was not as invulnerable to spinning as the others had feared, because her dodge response was sorely lacking. RD hit Pinkie right in the ankle. Unfortunately, the pink mare did not stop spinning right away. As a result, RD was treated to a bit of high velocity friction right between her butt cheeks. RD bit her lip as tears came to her eyes. She’d lived life fast and fearless, and had the broken bones to prove it. However, she’d never expected to get a friction burn there of all places.
Many in the audience grimaced in sympathetic pain, even if few had any real reference for what the speedster was actually suffering.
Still, RD never let up. Pinkie Pie was just another challenge, an obstacle for her to overcome and prove that she was the best. And if her ass was rubbed raw in the process, that’d be just another scar to show off to her fans.
Eventually it was Pinkie who gave in. She jumped off to the side onto her right hoof, since she’d been using her left to spin. “Dang it,” she hissed. “Now both legs are aching.”
“Haha. All according to plan,” RD boasted through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to reach back and rub where it still burned.
“Oh please. Like you ain’t flyin’ from the seat o’ yer pants like always.”
“Hey. It’s worked so far, so why change?”
“Cuz this!” AJ delivered a downward slash with her ass, missing RD by mere millimeters. “Heh. Now look who’s gettin’ careless.”
“Hey, not my fault! I’m still dealing with serious ass burn over here. Thanks for that, Pinkie,” she spat snidely.
“You’re welcome,” was Pinkie’s eternally chipper reply. “Next time, how about I do the front?”
RD reflexively clapped her hands over her groin. AJ did not take advantage of her opponent’s lapse, in part because the context would have made it unsportsmanlike, and also because she was also covering herself. Did Pinkie know how scary she was being right now? It was in this question that both the speedster and the farmer found the answer to who the biggest threat was. They shared a nod and, at least for now, agreed to team up and attack at once.
It was amazing what a few years of fighting as sisters in arms against the forces of evil would do for a pony’s nonverbal communication skills. All it took was a brief glance for AJ to know that she was supposed to swing her boobs downward while RD launched her butt up high. Pinkie was able to dodge AJ, but RD’s attack connected with her shoulder. It didn’t hurt too badly, but the power of this tag-team was already proving its lethal effectiveness.
Quickly comparing the injuries to both legs, Pinkie decided to switch back to her right hoof and resume her “Spinning top attack! Haha,” she laughed as the force of her spin was picking at both her opponents’ manes, tails, and nearby water droplets.
“This is bad,” RD stated, taking a step back to avoid the suction from Pinkie’s twister. The winds were so powerful that it was pulling more and more from the surrounding pool. “She’s starting to look like a water twister.”
“Cuz she is,” AJ pointed out, arms held up in a defensive stance. “She’s movin’ ta the center o’ the Land. Quick, split up!”
The orange and cyan mars started running to opposite ends of the ring, stomping their hooves with unnecessary force while not going quite as fast as they could have. That’s when Pinkie attacked, twirling her twister self and charging right for AJ. The farmer grinned, as this was exactly what she’d hoped for. AJ met the charge head on, thrusting her chest out and widening her stance. Once more AJ endured the full force of Pinkie’s pitter-pat booby-butt assault, but this time she wasn’t just standing still. As carefully as she could, AJ would periodically push her boobs forward or suddenly twist her body at odd angles. It was already difficult for Pinkie to maintain her spinning while colliding with AJ’s rock of a body, but the addition of the odd movements made things extra tricky.
RD, who hadn’t gone that far, pivoted back around and launched herself just beside the unstoppable force and unmovable object. With a playful smirk she turned around, bent over, and delivered a flurry of butt attacks all along Pinkie’s mid to lower legs. The speed of Pinkie’s spinning meant that none of RD’s blows could hit with their usual level of precision, but concentrating them all in this approximate area would do some serious damage that would accumulate over time.
Still spinning like a top, Pinkie jumped back over a yard, taking all of the water she’d accumulated. “Got’ch’ya!” she cheered before coming to a dead stop. As Isaac Newton was famous for saying, an object in motion will stay in motion until acted upon by an outside force. In this case, the water Pinkie had summoned was that object. It continued its motion even after the centrifugal force of her spin went away. Momentum carried the blast of water forward while gravity slowly began to assert itself; too slowly. Pinkie had timed her stop just right to send her accumulated water right into the faces of her opponents.
“Is that even legal?” Booming asked, awestruck.
“I guarantee no pony thought to put that in the books,” Thoughtful deadpanned, unable to tear his eyes away.
Faces splashed and momentarily blind, AJ and RD once more split up as they wiped at their eyes. RD was sensitive to the changes in air pressure resulting from a large mass in motion, while AJ’s hooves were more sensitive to changes in vibration. Both were confident they’d be able to see the pink pinkness coming, but it was RD who only barely stopped in time.
Pinkie had leapt high into the air and came down at an arc. Her hooves were wide apart and her butt was down low and ready to deliver a “Butt Guillotine!” as she was so thoughtful to announce. RD stopped mere millimeters from where Pinkie came down, resulting in the pink mare’s pink buns rapidly wiping over the speedster’s face and down her chest and belly.
Not even thinking, RD took an involuntary sniff as she stared down at the Pink mare’s considerable back and backside. “… I want candy for some reason,” she blurted thoughtlessly.
Pinkie giggled and launched herself backwards. But RD had expected that, pivoting on her ankle to thrust low between Pinkie’s legs. However, this was no mere act of evasion. As she was passing through, RD raised her butt up just enough to return the favor, so to speak. Her butt lightly impacted along Pinkie’s perineum and continued stroking forward. RD was acutely aware of just how sensitive Pinkie was down there. As mares without stallions, they’d endured a number of heats together. Though it was nothing romantic, it did result in a considerable amount of knowledge of one another’s bodies. Some would consider using such insights as poor sportsmanship. However, RD’s somewhat sadistic grin wasn’t from the fact that she didn’t care. She was grinning from her friend’s reaction.
There was no question what Pinkie’s very vocal moan meant. Most ponies in the audience blushed. Many stared in awe at the mare’s audacity for doing such a thing in public. Others even looked a little envious. Pinkie’s emotions were a typhoon as feelings of anger struggled to gain ground against the more powerful passions of desire. She was a little angry at RD, but was also a little grateful. The part of her that managed higher brain functions reminded her of the clowns and forced a compromise between the conflicting forces. With a determined smirk, Pinkie flexed her muscles to spread her ass cheeks wide. RD’s momentum was still driving her between the earth mare’s legs, making it difficult to concentrate with the constant stimulation, but Pinkie would not be deterred. Another mighty flex clamped her cheeks tightly together, directly around RD’s lower back.
“Wh-wha-!?” RD demanded. Her expression was the picture of fear. As far as her body could tell, she was floating in midair with her wings immobile; a pegasus’ worst nightmare. Spreading her legs out wide, she attempted to spin herself free, but Pinkie’s grip would not let up.
“Let’s see how you like being toyed with,” Pinkie declared. In mimicry of how throat muscles pull food down, her pinkness put her ass muscles to work in pulling RD forward and rotating her to face the sky.
RD swore, this time bringing her arms in to create a more powerful liberation spin. It didn’t work. If this were any other kind of fight, she could just use her hands and get out no sweat, but that would disqualify her. Adding to her frustration was the impossible to ignore pink bottom that clasped her so intimately. This wasn’t the first time RD had been exposed to the impossible muscle control of her pink friend, making her blush all the harder at those fond memories. But now that bottom creeping its way towards her – so round and powerful that its beauty eclipsed its danger – RD felt nothing but fear.
Pinkie felt perky nipples against her butt, which signaled her next attack. “Pinkie Revenge Butt Shaker!” she announced dramatically, grinning when she also felt the way RD’s pulse spiked. Employing her supernatural muscle control, the blue clad hinny of Pinkie Pie began to vibrate. Her rear rumbled with the raucous rhythm of a rad rave.
“Nooo!” RD cried. The tables had turned and now Pinkie was the one using intimate knowledge of her opponent’s weak points. In this case, exactly how sensitive the speedster’s teats were.
Unlike the rest of the audience, AJ was tired of watching. She’d paused to observe out of morbid curiosity, but now was the time for action. “Don’t ignore me!” she growled, spinning to deliver a swinging swipe.
Pinkie made to counter, but her movements seemed off. She wasn’t letting go of RD, nor did her attack resemble a standard butt punch. Somehow, keeping her grip on her blue captive, Pinkie spun to deliver what looked like a boob attack, but the emphasis was on her lower regions. AJ felt her butt make contact with something that was neither big, nor soft. Then she felt it again, and again. Seven separate times from her butt and along her lower back, AJ was struck by what felt like a very thin and very hard clobbering stick. She ducked down and jumped to the side before an eighth blow could land.
Once she composed herself, Pinkie stood proud with her hands on her hips, laughing like a slice of life villain. “Te he heee! Like my new accessory?” Her tone was mocking as she began wagging her hips from side-to-side, causing her accessory to sway as well. “I call it my ‘Pinkie Pie Dickslap of Dooooom!’ Patent pending.”
“Uuugh!” the ‘dick’ whined.
“Hangin’ in there, Rainbow?”
“Not by choice,” the ‘dick’ whined again.
“Okay, now that definitely can’t be legal!” Thoughtful demanded. “She’s… I mean… Just look at her!”
“Well, uh…” Booming stammered. “Let’s see what the referee thinks.”
Not needing to be told, the combatants paused in their match as all eyes turned to the stallion in the black and white striped shirt. He was flipping through the pages of the big red book of rules, frantically searching for anything that might be relevant to this situation. The audience held their breath in anticipation, unable to look away as they awaited the decision that could potentially signal the end for at least one of the combatants. Finally the referee looked up. His expression was blank, but deep down he was enjoying having an audience on the edge of their seats like this. It only took a few seconds before he gave his verdict: an OK signal, followed by a toot of the whistle. The move was legal, although probably not after today, and the match resumed.
Pinkie went back on the offensive with another spinning top attack.
“This isn’t good,” Twilight observed. “Rainbow’s a lot heavier than she looks, and Pinkie’s really feeling the strain of it all. Just look at that pained expression. It’s like the entire match just caught up with her.”
“Apple Jack is fairing no better,” Rarity added fretfully. “It would seem that Rainbow makes for a rather effective flail. Now she’s too injured to do little more than defend.”
“It’s one last gamble,” Twilight agreed. “Pinkie’s hoping to use Rainbow to harden her attacks and deliver a finishing blow.”
“I’m not sure how Rainbow’s going to get out of this,” worried Fluttershy. “I can’t tell if she’s moving, so she might be saving her strength for some last minute surprise.” Despite saying this, Fluttershy did not sound confident in her prediction. Wonderbolt training might have helped handle high level dizziness, but even that could only go so far. It looked like victory was fated to go to an earth pony.
“And here. We. Go!” Pinkie declared, finally in range for the final confrontation. Each blow of RD against AJ’s firm thighs sent tremors through the pink mare’s thighs, all the way down to her ankles. Her balance would not last long.
AJ pulled away. She wagged her butt into her retreat, colliding directly against RD’s lower legs, and especially those sharp hooves. She doubted if Pinkie had planned on this particular aspect of her improvised attack, and complaining now felt too much like shirking the responsibility of the referee’s verdict. No. She would endure. She had to endure! Another few steps forward, a quick glance behind, and AJ saw her chance. Pinkie’s spin was leaning to one side. There was no better chance.
Pinkie’s grin was strained. Her teeth were gritted together as she fought to drown out the screams of her muscles. The clowns. She was doing this for the clowns. Then she felt herself wobble. It was only a little, but in the briefest second she made contact with AJ and knew her orange foe had seen her moment of weakness. AJ crouched down, balled her fists, aligned that perfectly toned ass with Pinkie’s pink plush middle, and launched herself back. Knowing her top would be toppled if she continued to spin, Pinkie planted her hooves firmly on the Land. Her mane and breasts blew to the side, but she fought against them to lower her top right into AJ’s path for a booby block.
AJ had thought this would happen. It was the safest move, given the situation. Further, Pinkie hadn’t lowered herself as much as she could have. Her torso was just high enough that it’d be tricky for the farmer to make any last minute upper cuts. And pressing onward towards the gut would leave her vulnerable to a booby guillotine. Her best bet was to aim straight for those tig ol’ pink bitties and hope Pinkie’s ankles would give out.
“Not without me!”
Still in mid-attack, too far along to stop, the earth mare faced the source of the scratchy voice and went bug-eyed. Pinkie had put so much attention on defending against AJ’s attack that RD had finally wiggled free. Her balance hadn’t caught up with her yet, but the speedster was too impatient, too irate about being used as she had been, to do the smart thing and pull back. instead, she made herself just steady enough to charge forward and launch herself at the now Three Way Butt-Butt-Booby Clash of Ultimate Deciding!
… at least that’s how it would be described in the papers.
The three made contact simultaneously. AJ and RD were pressing their butts together with all their might while Pinkie was putting her boobies to the test. They struggled against one another. Each would only gain no more than a few inches of leverage before losing them to the others.
“I. Won’t. Lose!” RD declared through gritted teeth. She tried to take a step back, but the immovable force of her friends’ larger assets just made her hoof slide along the Land.
“Me… Neither!” Pinkie was deeply regretting focusing all her training on her butt. Granted, it was the most popular part of the mare’s body and training there had all sorts of real world applications, but right now she really wished she’d put just a smidgen more effort into working her breasts. They were just big sacks of fat with next to no real muscle, nothing for her to clench or flex to her advantage. Also, both her opponents had rock hard butts that were digging sharply into her precious bosoms.
“Then try this!”
Pinkie saw it first, and RD shortly after. AJ was reaching her hands up and out. She couldn’t possibly be planning on using her hands against them, could she? No. And they were too far away to do much damage, anyway. When those hands started coming down, it was RD who realized what was happening.
“Copy cat!”
AJ just grinned. She had no defense. Without question she was banking on this stolen move to gain victory, but she didn’t care. Palms closed into fists of steel, with all her might she slammed her hands into the outer layers of her butt cheeks. As Pinkie was virulently cursing herself for not thinking to do this herself, AJ was compressing the mass of her ass together, forcing a great billowing bulge outward. It wasn’t as much as when Pinkie did it, but it made all the difference in pushing her opponent’s back.
Pinkie’s boobs were able to absorb most of the impact, but RD wasn’t so fortunate. She staggered forward, arms flailing as she struggled to keep from falling. Sensing weakness, the earth mares broke contact and wound up for another spin. Pinkie’s butt went low while AJ’s breasts went high, meeting RD right in the middle. The speedster did not, could not evade, and was smothered between the hell of AJ’s cleavage and Pinkie’s buttocks. However, that was when something unexpected had happened.
“Sh-she did it!” Twilight stuttered in awe. “It’s over.”
Pinkie’s softness had squished around RD’s lithe body, looking like it might engulf her again. To an extent it did, but that was the problem. By sinking her body into her pink friend’s plush rump, RD had unintentionally made herself into a wedge, and AJ’s titanic titties were the hammer. Pinkie was still in the middle of her attack, making defense impossible. The mighty force of AJ’s bosom continued onward, driving RD right into Pinkie’s butt bones; the impact bypassing her plush completely.
“Eep,” was all Pinkie had to say before it happened. RD had been laid out between her ass cheeks and along her back. That spread the force of the impact out a little, dimming the pain without diminishing the power. Pinkie tried to harden her stance, but her legs wouldn’t respond. Her ankles had finally given out. All of this happened in the blink of an eye as the pink mare felt her hooves leave the Land. AJ’s ‘Final Booby Strike’ had sent her airborne. As the world flew by around her, as the wind whistled past her ears and the beauty of the shimmering waters grew dangerously close, Pinkie had only one thought coursing through her mind, which she saw fit to share. “That was fun!”
*SPLASH*
*Ding Ding*
“A- and they’re out!” Booming declared. “Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash have both been knocked out of the ring. Losers!”
As the crowd roared, AJ staggered. It took the last of her strength to keep standing, yet she persevered enough to take a step. And then another, and another. She was walking to the edge of the Land. Booming and Thoughtful had joined the crowd’s cheers, singing her praises and confessing their surprise that she was the winner, but the farmer had drowned them all out. She was moving on auto pilot now, looking out into the pool where her friends had landed. Her knees began to bend. She knew what her body was doing and how stupid it was for doing so, but she let it happen regardless. Her friends hadn’t come up yet.
*SPLASH*
Five mares gasped, greedily filling their lungs with life giving air. While no pony was looking, Twilight, Rarity, and Fluttershy had dove into the pool. Now all three were clutching at their exhausted friends, making sure the pair were breathing okay. They weren’t in too bad of a state, but the help back to solid ground was definitely appreciated.
Secure in the knowledge that her friends were safe, AJ allowed herself to fall backwards onto the Land. Her ass still hurt from the punches, on top of everything else it had endured this tournament. “Ah’m gonna be sore tomorrow,” she said to the air, her tone bragging. Soreness was just proof of a hard day’s work, which was always a source of pride for the farm mare.
“What a champion, folks!” Booming announced. “Despite her exhaustion, Apple Jack was still willing to jump in after her friends to make sure they were alright. Lucky her she’s got other great friends who beat her to the punch.”
“That’s right, Booming,” agreed Thoughtful. “Once again, the Mane Six have proven themselves the indomitable champions of Equestria. For even if they fall alone, the strength of their teamwork will make sure they always get back up. Let’s give it up to the heroes, folks!”
The cheers of the audience were like thunder, shaking the entire stadium. AJ, panting heavily, felt she owed these fans a little something to show how much she appreciated them. It was weak, perhaps even pathetic, but she managed to raise one wobbly hand up in the air and make a fist. The audience grew 20% louder.
It was a few minutes of awkwardness as the tournament ponies got their grand champion into a presentable state, thanks in no small part to Rarity’s intervention. AJ’s mane and tail were combed, her fur was dried, and the fashionista made sure the Rarity original swimsuit was in prime condition.
“You did splendidly, darling.” And she gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek.
“If somepony had to beat me, I’m glad I was you,” RD added.
“We’ll make sure you get plenty of rest on the way home,” Fluttershy said with a soft coo.
Twilight chuckled. “They’re definitely going to be revising the book after what you pulled,” she said directly to Pinkie. “I wonder if they’ll let me help.”
“I don’t know about that. But I do know that was super dooper scrumdidilyumptious fun out there. AJ! Once you’re all rested up, we need to rematch.”
“Heh. Sure thing, sugar cube. Ah look forward ta whoopin’ yer ass again.”
A few more well wishes were exchanged before AJ was finally forced to take the stand. Standing on a small platform between the pool and the audience, she was bequeathed with a blue body ribbon that read ‘Winner’, a tiara, and a bouquet of white roses.
“And there she is, folks. The grand champion of Keijoooo!”
Thoughtful made no effort to correct Booming. As far as the audience was concerned, this mare could be nothing less. Regardless, she still had a job to do and made her way to the farmer’s side and held up her mic. “Tell us, Apple Jack. Do you have any words for the aspiring future Keijo players?”
AJ froze. Dammit! Why are they making me speak? I didn’t prepare any speech! “Uh, um…”
“Whoo! You go, Apple Jack!” It was the voice of a young filly that somehow managed to make itself heard over the rest of the crowd.
“That’s mah sister.” Despite its softness, the deep baritone sent a distinct rumble through AJ’s bones, filling her with newfound confidence.
“Ah ain’t much fer words. Ya’ll know who Ah am ‘n’ what Ah do. Ah’m jus’ ‘n apple farmer who goes where she’s needed. Today, Ah was needed ta smack mah friends around with mah teats ‘n’ plot. So that was somethin’.” She paused for laughter. “Ah’m proud ta be here, proud to do mah part to help the land Ah love, ‘n’ proud ta show the top quality of a good ol’ homegrown apple!” AJ’s relatives distinguished themselves with an especially loud cheer at that. “Keep strong, Equestria. This win was fer you!” She held up her ribbon, earning one final roar from the audience. AJ then stepped off the platform and ran over to her friends. They shared an enthusiastic hug as the photographers went nuts trying to achieve the perfect front page photo.
Later, it was found that donations for the show were more than doubled what was expected. So not only was the hospital paid for for the next few years, but there was even enough left to pay to all six mares’ charities of choice. In the end, they all won.
As for the lone human in the audience? Well, he got to thinking on other ways he could use his social pull for additional gratification.