Diamond Tiara is a Big Butt
It had been a good day. In fact, it had been a great day. Apple Bloom had had very few days better than today. It was almost comical, the way she was skipping merrily through the woods like something out of an old cartoon. But, well, she felt like skipping merrily through the woods. It was that kind of day. Or at least, it had ended on a high note and that had painted the rest of her otherwise decidedly average day in an overwhelmingly positive light.
She supposed that it was probably immature of her to take so much satisfaction in publicly humiliating Diamond Tiara. But, well, it was all in good fun. Maybe a few years ago there would have been some real malice behind that kind of prank, but Tiara had genuinely improved in the years since the incident that had led to the Crusaders getting their marks, sort of. Not that that really meant much. There was still a lot of Spoiled Rich in her. She was still arrogant, stuck up, self-centred. Certainly she was nowhere near as bad as she had been, but a bitch is a bitch, and Tiara was honestly still kind of a bitch. And besides, it wasn't like it was anything permanent. The tried and true standby of putting a bucket over a doorway, with the added twist of the bucket being full of a potion Apple Bloom had concocted herself. It had worked perfectly, too, leaving Tiara's coat and mane temporarily dyed pitch black and garish, tacky crimson, respectively. Tiara had, of course, been less than pleased by the results, but she would probably look back on this and laugh. Probably.
Of course, that wouldn't prevent Tiara from attempting to get some kind of retribution, but that wasn't exactly the most worrying prospect. Diamond Tiara was a spoiled, rich, bratty little weakling. She'd never worked a day in her life and couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag. She barely even came up to above Bloom's navel. Barely over four feet tall, compared to Apple Bloom's towering six foot nine. And where Tiara was waifish and scrawny, Apple Bloom was big. Everything about her was big. Huge tits, wide hips, and muscle. She'd started helping around the farm when she was six years old, and the intervening more than a decade's worth of farmwork was made very obvious by her physique, amplified by a very generous puberty. She was, making absolutely no attempt at modesty, a goddamn amazonian goddess.
Which, really, made it even more silly for her to be skipping through the forest. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, just slightly too late to notice the patch of bright blue flowers she had just skipped through. Flecks of pale lavender pollen settled gently on her bare calves, completely unnoticed. She was more concerned with the sudden realization that somepony might have seen her. She huffed indignantly at the imaginary voyeurs, and hurried her way home, ignoring the itching feeling on her calves as the poison joke took hold.
It didn't take very long for her to make her way home. That was the whole reason she had cut through the Everfree in the first place. It was dangerous, but Bloom knew the forest well. She'd explored the place very thoroughly as a foal, between crusading and alchemy lessons from Zecora. She was confident in her ability to avoid any of the real dangers of the woods, and it wasn't like she was going to be going particularly deep into the woods, where all the things that could actually kill you lived. No, the worst she might encounter in the outskirts was the odd patch of poison joke, and Apple Bloom knew exactly what to look for to avoid that. She reached Sweet Apple Acres almost a full half-hour sooner than if she hadn't taken the shortcut, just in time to help make dinner.
“We're havin' Apple Pie! You're gonna help me with the crust.” The way Applejack said it made it clear that it wasn't a request. Everypony in the Apple household was expected to contribute to running the farm somehow. And, what with it being her senior year, Apple Bloom just didn't have the time to contribute in any way other than helping with dinner. Applejack seemed to understand that Bloom's schoolwork and social life were just as capital-I-Important as running the farm, and it wasn't like she didn't have a surplus of farmhands to pick up the slack, but Bloom was more than happy to help cook. Her natural talent for alchemy and potion-making naturally extended into the kitchen, especially baked goods. Bloom wordlessly transitioned into Baking Mode, all but completely taking over the process of making the pie crusts from Applejack, giving her older sister a chance to take a bit of a break. “So, how was school?”
“Pretty darn good, I'd say!”
“Well!” Applejack flopped into one of the kitchen chairs, melting back and down and letting her hat droop over her face. “Somepony's mood is higher'n a kite in a hurricane! What brought this on, exactly?”
“Just a good day, is all.”
“Specifics, Bloom.” Applejack lazily lifted her hat up with one finger. “Don't want me thinkin' it was a good day 'cause of anythin' untowards, kiddo.”
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “I didn't do anything 'untowards', AJ. Just pulled a little prank, that's all.” Applejack's frown deepened slightly, and Bloom sighed. “Nothin' bad or anythin', don't worry. Just a friendly prank, I promise.”
“I'll be the judge 'a that, young lady.” She sat up straight. Oh, Celestia, she was taking this seriously.
“It was just the ol' bucket-over-the-doorway prank. Nothin' serious.”
“And?” Applejack knew her younger sister well enough to be able to tell when she was omitting key details.
Bloom fidgeted like a child caught breaking the rules. “Well, the bucket mighta been full of a potion that changes yer fur colour into somethin' dumb? Temporarily changes your fur colour into somethin' dumb,” she clarified as Applejack's frown briefly deepend. “Not even for a full day, don't worry 'bout it, I promise. 'n anyway, Tiara totally started it!”
Applejack visibly relaxed again. Her shoulders drooped and she slowly slumped back into the chair. “Ah. What'd the big ol' pain in your ass do this time?” It wasn't exactly a secret that Diamond Tiara still liked to stir trouble occasionally. It was on the whole less mean-spirited than it had been when the two were younger, but even as fully grown mares the two decidedly didn't get along well at all. Tiara was jealous of Apple Bloom's body, and Bloom was petty enough to be completely unable to let Tiara's occasional lashing out go without retribution. So the two had occasional prank wars, and AJ had long since learned that it was better to just let them happen, perhaps try to minimize the levels they escalated to. So long as Bloom wasn't outright being a bully, AJ could live with a prank war or two.
“Kick me sign last week.” Bloom couldn't help but smirk slightly. “Nopony dared, of course, but it's the principle of the thing.”
“Well, that ain't so bad. She's definitely done worse.” Applejack's expression soured. “Remember that time she had half the orchard temporarily replaced with oranges? Too big for her britches, that's what she is.”
“Well, I mean, her daddy does technically own the land-”
“It's a dang insult is what it is! Overgrown snot-nosed brat thinks she's funny, but who'll be laughin' when cider season rolls around and all there is to drink is orange juice.” Her nose wrinkled. “Disgustin'! The only thing worse'd be pears.” She practically spat the word out. Apple Bloom sighed, and went back to focusing on the crust while AJ got the pear rage out of her system. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, but she did eventually slump back into her chair once more. “Anyway, the point is, don't get too carried away with this. Don't want things escalatin' out of control. Again.”
“Pfffft, I ain't worried 'bout that. Ain't like Tiara's got any real power. I mean, after how you reacted the last time her daddy lent her money for a prank, ain't no way he's doin' that again.”
“I guess...” Applejack still seemed apprehensive about the prospect of pears.
“And without her daddy's money, what's she gonna do?”
“Prank you back?”
“Ha, right, she ain't creative enough to do anythin' other'n throw money around until her problems go away. Take that away from her 'n she's nothin' but a pathetic little rich kid.”
“I dunno, I think you're underestimating her.”
“Yeah, right, what's she gonna do, start a fight she knows she can't win?” Apple Bloom punched the palm of her hand for emphasis.
“She's beaten y'all in fights before.”
“Yeah, when we were six, maybe. I don't know if you've seen her lately, but she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag.”
“... Y'all sure about that, sugarcube?”
“She's like four feet tall and couldn't lift a shoppin' bag without gettin' a servant to do it for her. That ain't even an exaggeration, didja know she seriously has a pony she pays to carry her backpack for her?”
“It sure sounds like an exaggeration. I ain't exactly paid much attention to the filly of late, but I don't remember her bein' all that much shorter'n you.”
That gave Apple Bloom pause, briefly. “Well, okay, maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration. But she did have to get a special permit to use digital textbooks 'cause she couldn't carry her backpack with all the real ones she needed in it.” She set aside her work on the pies – it was basically done, anyway. “Seriously, though, she's like four'n a half feet tall, tops, an' I'm six nine. I ain't worried about her bein' a threat in a real fight.”
Applejack shrugged. “Well, you prolly know her better'n I do. Maybe I'm just misrememberin' or something. But y'all shouldn't go startin' any fights, even if you think you can win 'em, young lady,” she said sternly.
“Yeah...” Something about Applejack's response rang hollow. “Look, I've got homework I need to do,” she lied. “Y'all mind taking over for the rest of this?”
“Yeah, sure.” Applejack got up and wordlessly took over with the last few steps to assembling the pies, while Bloom nervously made her way to her bedroom. She shouldn't have been nervous, but there was something off about that whole conversation. The way AJ had talked about Tiara, and that bit at the end. Maybe she was just tired from a long day. Maybe AJ really had just misremembered. It wasn't too much of a stretch to think that AJ had just assumed Diamond Tiara couldn't possibly be as small as she actually was and mentally remembered her as being taller. Maybe she was just reading too much into the language AJ had chosen to describe Tiara.
But that rationale rang about as hollow as Applejack's concession that she might be misremembering Tiara's size. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something had been wrong about that conversation, so she decided to do what she did best when she had a problem and completely ignore it. She did have her daily workout routine, and she could probably figure out some schoolwork or another to distract herself with. It was, she decided, shoving her gut instinct aside, probably nothing. She had better things to do with her time than worry about Diamond Tiara.
Apple Bloom had spent the entire rest of the night worrying about Diamond Tiara.
The entire remainder of the day had been tainted. The thought of Tiara had been lurking in the back of her mind constantly, and the effort she had put into not bringing her up during the standard Apple Family Dinner Conversation had ironically just made it harder to not think about Diamond Tiara. The conversation with Applejack had loomed over her right up until the moment she'd finally managed to drift into a restless sleep – and even then, it had remained. Her dreams had been filled to bursting with vaguely remembered flashes of vast, endless expanses of soft pink fur and lavender mane. She'd woken up early, before the sun had even started to rise, in a cold sweat – and no wonder. The idea of Diamond Tiara that big was a more effective nightmare than any she'd ever had before.
She decided in the shower, her mind was fixating on imagined implications from her conversation with AJ because, deep down, she felt guilty. Perhaps she had gone a bit too far with her prank. Tiara valued her coat and mane quite dearly, and had been far more upset about the prank than usual, remaining livid even after Bloom had reassured her that the effects would likely only last a few hours, a day at most. Yes, guilt was clearly the cause for her unusual Tiara-based anxiety. She had resolved to apologize to Tiara for crossing whatever line she had crossed the next time they met, perhaps come up with some way of making it up to her. She hoped it would be enough to alleviate her guilty conscience.
A hope that was dashed as soon as she arrived at school.
“Late as usual, I see. What, are you afraid of losing?”
Diamond Tiara was taller. Apple Bloom's mind raced as she attempted to explain or rationalize it, but there was no way around the fact that Tiara was looking her in the eye. It had been more than ten years since she'd been able to do that, at least unaided. She was barefoot, so it couldn't have been some kind of platform shoes – and anyway, the difference was so dramatic that hypothetical shoes capable of explaining it would look comical. Maybe she'd sprung the cash for some elaborate prostheses? But no, the rest of her body's proportions more than matched her new height. And what proportions they were! Her tits strained against her dark purple sports bra, oozing and bulging out of the sides, top and bottom, like she'd intentionally chosen one that was far too small for her. Her bottom, a pair of daisy dukes that hardly counted as more than underwear didn't fare better, sinking into her hips and ass like an elastic band into jello. And a black thong, riding high on her hips. And there was that bulge in front, too. That had been decidedly absent yesterday, certainly not as huge as it was. Especially considering her undersized undergarments – Bloom got a fairly solid glimpse of dark purple flesh bulging out the sides.
And her muscles! She crossed her arms under her tits, biceps and triceps bulging almost on par with an Apple, and that six pack! Tiara had not been anywhere near that ripped before. No, this wasn't natural at all. “You're lookin' healthy,” Bloom said snidely. “The extra height suits you. Where did y’all get your cosmetic spellcraft work done? I might wanna hit 'em up. 'cause I'm so insecure about bein' a tiny weakling and all.”
“Pft, jealousy certainly doesn't suit you.” Tiara smirked smugly. “I'll have you know that these guns?” She flexed an arm, her bicep bulging and throbbing with power. “Are all natural. No magical or chemical assistance whatsoever.”
“Bullshit.”
“What, worried I might get bigger than you? Don't worry, you're still the biggest and strongest pony in Ponyville High.” She smirked again. “At least for now.” Apple Bloom didn't feel the need to express her disbelief again – her facial expression did that more than well enough. There was no way that Tiara had grown more than two feet without cheating somehow. “Just last night I shattered all my workout records~” she taunted, practically singing the words, striding her way to one of the picnic tables arranged outside the front of the school for students who wanted to eat outside. “I hope you're ready to lose at arm wrestling, because I've got a good feeling about today.” She sat down, calmly placing her bent elbow on the table and grinning confidently.
“Hmph. The only pony who's gonna be losin' today is you.” Apple Bloom didn't need any further prompting to sit down opposite of Tiara. “I don't know where you get off actin' all big and strong and tough, but you're still the same ninety pound weaklin' you've always been under all that fake magic bigness.” She flexed, showing off her own powerful muscles. They were, she noted with some amount of smug pride, still bigger than Tiara's had become. “You wanna challenge me? Fine.” She smirked. She couldn't help it. She was an Apple, after all. Challenging an Apple to arm wrestling was like challenging Rainbow Dash to a race or Twilight Sparkle to a magic duel – a foregone conclusion. No matter how much magical augmentation Tiara had gotten, it wasn't gonna be enough to overcome a lifetime of hard work. She bent her arm in turn, firmly grasping Tiara's open hand. “But y'all'd better be ready to lose.”
Tiara's grip was firmer than Bloom had expected. She was still certain that her new physique was artificial, but whoever she'd paid to enhance it had done a damn fine job. Tiara’s hands felt real enough, grasping strong and tight just to the point where it was uncomfortable. The only option she had was to double down and squeeze right back. The two mares' arms tensed visibly, anticipation building and building and building, waiting for the moment of release. “Best of three, as per usual. Silver, count us off.”
“Yes'm.” Bloom hadn't even noticed Silver's presence until she spoke, though that wasn't surprising. She had a talent for melting into the background until Tiara needed her. The consummate lackey, and prior to Tiara's mysterious growth spurt, was a fairly effective bodyguard. A much more typical Earth Pony than either the exceptionally large Apple Bloom or the exceptionally small Diamond Tiara. That was hardly the case any more, though – she was almost a full foot shorter than Tiara now.
Silver raised her lithe arm in the air, and Bloom turned her full attention back to her opponent. “Ready?” Both mares silently nodded their assent. “Go!” Silver's statement was punctuated by her arm slicing downward through the air, and like that the tension was released.
Only to hit a wall again.
It was almost enough to catch Bloom off guard. Tiara's arm was like a steel bar, slowly but firmly resisting Bloom's efforts to topple it. Budging it took far longer than she was comfortable with. But budge it she did, a fraction of an inch at a time. The muscles in her arm burned and screamed with effort, but that effort was paying off. Bloom almost relaxed. Her fears were assuaged. Even after cheating, Tiara still stood no chance against her. It was a load off of her shoulders – even if she couldn't stop to enjoy it. The brief distraction had already been enough for Tiara to regain a few fractions of an inch of ground. Ground that she very quickly lost. “Mnnnnng, round one-” SLAM! Went Tiara's arm against the table. “Goes to me.” She grinned, breathing slowly and deeply. “Dunno why y'all even bothered, considerin' it's a foregone conclusion.”
“There's still two rounds to go, Apple.” Tiara cracked her knuckles, grinning right back.
“Two rounds that I'm gonna win just as easily as I won this one, you mean? Give it up, Tiara. No amount'a fake growth spurts 'n magically buffin' yourself up are gonna make you a match for-” Apple Bloom's bravado faltered as an ominous chill ran down her spine. The same feeling from yesterday's conversation with Applejack. That same feeling she'd just barely managed to banish up until this moment. Something was wrong.
“Gnnng~” Tiara let out a small, breathy moan as she squirmed and twitched in her seat. Her movements almost drowned out that faint, rubbery noise that danced on the periphery of audibility. Bloom staunchly resolved to ignore it. As Tiara came down from – from whatever that had been, regaining her composure and straightening herself out, she realized that she had much more pressing concerns.
Before their first match, Tiara had been just slightly shorter than her. Now, she was definitely taller. Not much – an inch at most – but the difference was undeniable. She'd grown. Somehow, she'd grown. Apple Bloom swallowed dryly as the realization hit her. But she had no time to let it sink in, to rationalize the fact that suddenly her greatest rival had gone from a four foot weakling to exactly as tall as she was, because Tiara was already ready for the next round, elbow resting on the table. “Two rounds.” She licked her lips hungrily. “I look forward to winning them.”
Apple Bloom blushed. It had to be her imagination. Besting Tiara had taken more effort than she'd expected to have to put in – clearly what she'd seen was a result of minor fatigue. “Yeah, yeah. Gimme a second.”
“Awwwww, what's the matter? We've only had one round. You can't already be getting tired.” Bloom stretched, pointedly looking away from Tiara. Not looking at her straining bra, her overstuffed daisy dukes, that suspicious dark spot spreading over them from a bulge she could have sworn wasn't quite so big and delicious a few moments ago. “What in Equestria are you staring at?” Tiara asked, her voice oozing with fake obliviousness. She smirked as she slowly followed where Apple Bloom's gaze wasn't going. “Ooooh, in the mood for some fun, are we?” She licked her lips again, staring Bloom directly in the eyes. “If you're willing to call it a draw, I'll let you have a taste~”
“Fuck you, Tiara,” Apple Bloom spat in response, not really taking the time to consider her choice of words as she grabbed Tiara's waiting hand for round two, trying very hard to ignore the flustered blush that had spread across her cheeks. “Tell you what, after you lose to me, you can have the honour of gettin' to eat me out. How's that sound?”
“Loser services the winner, then? Good. I'm looking forward to feeling your tight little whore mouth around my big, manly cock. Silver, count us off.”
“Ready? Go!” This time Silver didn't wait for a response from the participants – not that it would have helped. Apple Bloom's mind was decidedly elsewhere at the moment. That was her excuse, at least, for how Tiara immediately gained the advantage. If the last match had been like pushing against a steel bar, this one was like pushing a boulder up a hill. She could barely muster the resistance to make any kind of progress. This wasn't right, wasn't possible. Bloom had arm wrestled Big Mac to a standstill before. How was it that Tiara was winning, and all the while barely showing any signs of effort beyond a few beads of sweat on her forehead. Bloom's whole body quivered with effort – it took all of her strength to even slow Tiara's advance. It hurt, her every muscle screaming with the fiery pain of keeping the effort up.
She was not, she realized, going to be able to keep this up long enough to push Tiara back. Pushing her back wasn’t even an option at this point, though she wasn't quite ready to admit that to herself. She was tired, that was all. Between her restless night and the effort of overcoming Tiara in the previous round, she’d been exhausted enough to fall for Tiara’s transparent attempts to psych her out. Or at least those were her thoughts as her hand hit the table with a dull thunk.
“Mmmm, that's one for me, babe. God, beating you feels so fuckin' good I could just jack off right fuckin' now,” Tiara cooed, almost moaned. Her voice was oozing with lewd intent. “What do you say, slut? Call it here and help me relieve some stress?”
“One more round, Tiara.” Apple Bloom glared. She wasn't going to let Tiara beat her this time. No distractions. No matter what Tiara did, she wasn't going to lose. She ignored the soft pink flesh that oozed from the holes that had appeared in her bra. The audible strain as her daisy dukes fought against her prodigious package. The overwhelming scent of Tiara's mounting arousal. The way she loomed over Bloom. Or at least she tried. Whatever spellcraft she'd used to get this big was clearly still working its magic, and resisting the fact that Tiara was growing before her eyes was becoming harder with each passing second. Regardless, Bloom had no intention of giving Tiara the satisfaction of giving up now. No matter how much she wanted to give in and get a taste of that magnificent meat, she was going to beat Tiara and rub it in her smug, cunt face.
“Fine, be that way.” Tiara grasped Bloom's waiting hand. “It’ll make it all the more satisfying to pump you so full of my cum, you look like you're pregnant with twins when this is over.”
“One round.” Bloom's frown deepened as she tightened her grip. “I look forward to winnin' it.”
“Count us off, Silver.” By this point, a crowd had gathered. Apple Bloom did her best to ignore the faint sounds of her classmates enjoying the show. She tried her best not to think about all the hands surreptitiously buried in pockets, the sounds and smells and sights of Ponyville High's student body, and even some of the faculty, relieving themselves. “I said count us off, Silver.”
“Oh!” Silver's hand darted out from under her skirt, leaving a thin trail of glistening moisture. “Uh, right, sorry. Ready? Go!”
This time, pushing against Tiara wasn't like anything. It was over before Bloom even had the chance to fight back. Tiara slammed her arm down with a loud crack, the force of Tiara's victory enough to break one of the wooden boards that made up the table. Apple Bloom's jaw dropped in shock.
“I win~” Tiara sang. “As usual.”
“Bullshit!” Apple Bloom snapped. “You totally cheated!”
“Is that jealousy I detect in your voice?”
“What's there to be jealous of? You used some... Growth magic or whatever! That's the only reason you even stood a chance, let alone won!”
“Mmm, whatever lets you sleep at night, babe.” Tiara waved dismissively, just barely acknowledging Apple Bloom's accusations of foul play as she slowly, languidly pushed herself up. And up. “Now, I believe someone owes me a blowjob.”
“Fuck you!” Apple Bloom slammed her fists on the table, and regretted her word choice as a brief hot flash of need swelled from her core. “I only even agreed to that 'cause I assumed y'all'd have the decency not to fuckin' cheat!”
Tiara rolled her eyes, like a parent trying to calm down a petulant child in the middle of a temper tantrum. “Of course I cheated. Just like every other time I've beaten you at arm wrestling. And just like every other time, you're gonna put up a token fight before you give me a blowjob. Which you suggested, just like every other time.”
Bloom opened her mouth to retaliate, but something stopped her. Something about this was wrong, more than just the obvious. Why was she the only one who seemed to notice or care that Tiara had grown, at least three times? Everyone else seemed more than content to just watch Tiara humiliate her, and some were outright masturbating! Even Miss Cheerilee was breathing heavily, surreptitiously giving a squeeze to her tits rather than stepping in to stop this. This was wrong. Just yesterday Tiara had been barely over four feet tall.
So why was she the only pony who seemed to have noticed?
She mentally corrected herself as Tiara let out a small moan. She'd grown at least four times.
“Mnggggg, I don't know why you even bother, considering it's a foregone conclusioooooonnnnn fuuuuuckkkkkkk~” There was a loud ripping sound, as Tiara's expanding hips and ass and cock all proved too much for her overstressed shorts. No longer held back, her tree trunk of a member exploded outwards, smacking into Apple Bloom's face from across the picnic table. Bloom was sent sprawling backwards onto the ground, a long streak of salty pre left scarring her face. “Ooops. Clumsy me~” Tiara grinned, steadying her shaft with one hand while the other gently squeezed a still just barely constrained tit. “Really, though, Apple Bloom. Every day you challenge me to arm wrestling, every day you say the loser has to service the winner, every day I trounce you, and every day you act surprised! Really, if you want to blow me that badly all you've gotta do is ask nicely. Anything for my favourite fucktoy, after all~”
This was the last straw. She didn't even bother dignifying Tiara's outrageous statements with any kind of response. She pushed herself upright – noting ruefully that her eye level was now just below Tiara's snout – flipped the larger mare the bird, and turned to storm off. School could get fucked. She could afford to miss a day. Right now she needed to blow off some steam.
Even if no one else would take her side, she could always count on Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle to be open to bitching about Tiara. Since they clearly weren't at school – or else they would have obviously backed her up during the arm wrestling match – it was obvious that they had also decided to skip the day, though Bloom couldn’t fathom why. Scootaloo was probably out of the question (Apple Bloom couldn't reach her cloud house without help), so she turned and headed towards Carousel Boutique.
She was going to get to the bottom of whatever was going on, even if it killed her. And she wasn't going to be doing it alone.
It was hardly the first time Apple Bloom had skipped out on school to hang out with Scootaloo, or Sweetie Belle, or both. She tried to avoid cutting class too often – less because she valued her education and more because she would rather avoid Applejack finding out. If Applejack found out, she would get angry. And an angry Applejack was, to borrow a phrase from Rarity, the worst possible thing.
Scootaloo didn't have that problem; her foster parents were happy, so long as she wasn't breaking the law. As for Sweetie, Rarity had always made it clear that she didn't exactly condone skipping school, but there would be no serious consequences so long as Sweetie continued to not outright fail her courses. Usually, they planned on skipping well in advance. As Apple Bloom made her way across town like an angry hurricane, she realised that their absence should have been one of the first glaring red flags. One that she should have noticed the instant she arrived at school, but didn't because she was distracted by Tiara: Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle had skipped school without her. That wasn't normal.
… As though anything about today had been normal.
She would feel better if she could just get her mind off of the subject of Diamond Tiara, she knew, but she just couldn’t. It was a bad habit she’d had for her entire life; whenever she felt upset or uncomfortable, she would focus intensely on whatever had made her feel upset or uncomfortable. That was how Tiara had managed to consistently get under her skin for so long. That was probably why it had taken her so long to realize her special talent. And now, it was why she was so angry, and she would stay angry until she could force herself to move on. But she couldn’t move on when everything kept coming back to it. To her. And she would keep coming back to Tiara again and again and again until she got some kind of explanation.
She arrived at the Carousel Boutique and opened the door with far more force than was strictly necessary. But it felt good, even if it resulted in Rarity giving her a dirty look."Apple Bloom! What an absolute pleasure it is to see you," Rarity said dryly in that way she did when she was pissed off and wanted everyone to know she was pissed off but didn't actually want to outright say she was pissed off.
"Where's Sweetie Belle." Apple Bloom wasn't really in the mood for pleasantries.
Rarity rolled her eyes. "In her room," she muttered like a sullen teenager. Apple Bloom didn't bother with any further conversation, violently making her way through the Boutique. Rarity clicked her tongue in irritation, but said nothing further – Apple Bloom wouldn't have paid it any attention even if she did point out that Sweetie was indisposed.
She stopped just short of kicking down Sweetie Belle's door. Not exactly polite, but she was well past the point where she gave a shit about being polite. "Hey, Sweetie! We need to ta-"
It wasn't like she'd never seen Sweetie naked before. It certainly wasn't even the first time she'd barged in on Sweetie masturbating. Her first time had been with the other Crusaders, about a year and a half after they'd finally gotten their Cutie Marks, and she'd fucked both Scoots and Sweetie fairly regularly since then. Were this any other day, the situation would have quickly devolved into sex. Sweetie certainly wasn't unattractive – small, even when not juxtaposed with Bloom, but more than curvy enough to make up for the lack of height. And of course the fact that she had a nice, big cock didn't exactly hurt matters.
No, it wasn't the situation itself that gave Bloom pause. It was what Sweetie was masturbating to. Both hands were firmly wrapped around her thick shaft, wildly and erratically pumping it like her life depended on it – just barely enough to handle the beast that was Sweetie's cock, but they were aided by the faint green glow of her magic acting like a third hand. Her leaking cunt was hardly left out, the green aura extending around the biggest fucking dildo Bloom had ever seen in her life, pumping it in and out of herself at a frantic, frenzied pace. She was bent over, ass in the air and face pressed against the silky sheets of her bed, already stained dark with her fluids. Like her self-pleasure was an act of worship, prostrating herself before an altar to some kind of ancient fertility goddess.
Which, in this case, consisted of a life-sized pinup of Diamond Fucking Tiara.
“Hi, Bloom! S-sorry, I'll be w-wiiith you in a few – nggggg – a few minutes. I'm so cloooooooose.” Her words were slurred and erratic with lust, punctuated by the occasional powerful thrust, forceful enough to cause her bed to creak dangerously. “Mnnnn, unless you wanna join in? I could use an extra pair of hands. Oh, but you can't use the dildo. It's mine.” Sweetie grinned lewdly, tongue lolling lazily out of her mouth. “Been saving up for it for months. It's an exact replica of Diamond Tiara's.”
“... What the hell, Sweetie.” She stormed forward, resuming her earlier warpath, and firmly yanked the dildo out of Sweetie. She briefly paused, slowly taking in its sheer magnitude. It really was an exact replica, she mused. She'd gotten a nice, up close and personal view of the real thing earlier, and the dark purple replica definitely did it justice. Every vein, every goddamn pore sculpted in excruciating detail. If she didn't know any better she would have had a hard time telling it apart from the real thing.
It was also, of course, enormous. She had noted earlier that it was the biggest dildo she'd ever seen. But more than that, it was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Until this point, she'd always thought of Sweetie as the biggest; it was almost a point of pride. Out of everyone in Ponyville, Sweetie Belle's cock was by far the biggest, and it belonged to the Crusaders. And yet Tiara's was bigger. Not by enough of a margin to make Sweetie's looks small – three feet to Sweetie's two and a half – but enough that it was a completely unmistakable, indisputable fact that it was the biggest.
“Hey!” Sweetie shouted. The forcible removal of her new toy was enough to knock her over onto her side, and she scrambled to get into a sitting position. “I just said that you can't use the dildo! Come on, Bloom, I just got it, at least lemme finish a few times with it before you take it, you big jerk!”
“I'm not gonna use your stupid fucking dildo!” Bloom was decidedly not in the mood to be shouted at, especially considering the situation. “I'm just trying to figure out why you even have it!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“I mean this,” she said, throwing the dildo downward onto Sweetie's bed. It bounced heavily, landing on its side in front of Sweetie. “And that,” she shouted, pointing at the pinup of Tiara. “Why the absolute cocks do you have a seven foot tall poster of Diamond Tiara and an exact fucking replica of her penis?!”
Sweetie blushed, awkwardly grabbing the dildo and positioning it in front of her body, in a feeble attempt to cover herself. In spite of being just over three feet, it was comically inadequate for the task. She blushed, as she came down from the rush of arousal and realized exactly the situation she was in. “Uh, right. Yeah,” she muttered sheepishly. “About that.”
“Yes. About that.” Bloom crossed her arms and stared down at the smaller mare like an angry parent.
“Well, I mean, Tiara isn't exactly nice-”
“No fucking shit she isn't nice.”
“But, I mean, she is kind of the prettiest mare in town, right?” Sweetie awkwardly twiddled her thumbs, unintentionally pushing her ample bust together around the dildo. “And she's the most important and successful, too, besides Princess Twilight and her friends. I'm not proud of it, but, I mean, it's gotta be at least a little bit understandable. Right?”
“No it isn't! No she isn't!” Apple Bloom threw her hands up in the air. The insane alterations to the concrete facts of reality she'd witnessed, the fact that no one but her seemed to notice or care that things had changed and were still changing, right before her fucking eyes! All of the stress and frustration finally reached the breaking point, and boiled over all at once in a wild rant that made Applejack's pear rants look succinct. There was no coherent structure to her rage, just words upon words upon words of disbelief and righteous fury that Diamond Tiara had somehow rewritten history and her own fucking biology out of what could only be spite. Sweetie didn't really pay too much attention. She knew, from experience, that Bloom really just needed to get it out of her system. It didn't matter that Sweetie was clearly not paying attention to her ranting; she just felt like ranting.
And besides, Sweetie was, understandably, somewhat distracted. After all, she had been right in the middle of something when Apple Bloom had barged in to spout crazed conspiracy theories about Diamond Tiara rewriting history or something for some Celestia-forsaken reason that Sweetie couldn't hope to fathom. It would be rude, of course, to resume tending to her needs; at the very least, Bloom would almost certainly object loudly. But, well, it was hard to resist. She'd been very close, and her room still reeked of her need. She absentmindedly squeezed the three-and-a-half foot dildo. It was still warm from her residual body heat, glistening with her pussy juice, almost like it was alive. She slowly ground her own, smaller cock against it, idly fantasizing that it was the real deal. Hopefully Bloom didn't notice her subtly tending to her needs, and if she did, well, she should have taken up her offer to join in and then gone off on this weird tangent about Lady Tiara.
She glanced over at her posters. The seven and a half foot life-sized pinup was, of course, the crowning jewel of her collection, the other smaller posters and pictures arranged around it like a small altar to Lady Tiara. Tiara was, of course, completely nude in all of them – it was difficult to find clothing made to fit an eight-foot tall pony. And besides, putting clothing on her would be like covering a work of art with a cloth, preventing the masses from appreciating its majesty. If it were up to Sweetie, it would be outright illegal. She turned her body slightly, manoeuvring herself around the titanic four foot dildo – almost as big as she was – to get a better look at her pride and joy. She could look at any of her walls, of course, if she wanted to look at a pinup of Lady Tiara. All four of them were covered almost top to bottom with posters of varying sizes, along with a few on her ceiling.
But this one was her favourite. Custom-made specifically for her by Lady Tiara herself, as a memento of a very good evening together. The poster depicted Tiara standing proudly, grinning confidently and winking at the camera. One hand was held up, giving a cheesy peace sign; the other held Sweetie steady as she impaled herself on Tiara's monstrous member. Her abdomen bulged obscenely; she was rather proud that she'd managed to take almost a full half of its gargantuan five foot length. Tiara was cumming inside her, distending her body with her output even as gallons and gallons and gallons of excess painted the inside of Sweetie's thighs white. Her own output wasn't even remotely comparable – barely a gallon of spunk spread out over a few spurts, not like the seemingly inexhaustible firehose that Tiara carried between her legs. The Lady had even deigned to sign it for her! Right at the top, where the poster was flush with her room's ceiling, was written in elegant cursive; 'Sweetie – keep practising and maybe next time you'll take the whole thing! Love, Diamond Tiara.'
Sweetie grinned, squeezing the towering dildo tighter against her body. She had been doing just that when Bloom had so rudely interrupted. She'd been saving up for this for months, and even had to dip into her college fund to get it. She didn't need any kind of college education to be a professional cocksock for Lady Tiara, just plenty of practise taking her cock. Which is what the damn thing was for, so as far as she was concerned it basically paid for itself. Or it would, so long as she actually got a chance to use it.
Well, fuck her. If Bloom was going to be rude, then Sweetie would just be rude right back! Especially since her future career was on the line! Her decision firmly made, Sweetie tightened her grip around the tree trunk-like silicon titan and, with a subtle shift of weight, let it collapse forward. She lay on top of it, writhing and humping against it with wild abandon.
“Sweetie, what the fuck!” Bloom shouted, interrupting herself. Even as she said that, she quickly realized that something had changed. The dildo had grown, significantly, as had the poster – it was now too big to even fit properly on Sweetie's wall, the bottom foot or so trailing off onto the floor. Sweetie herself was different as well, though less obviously. Her eyes were strangely glazed over and distant. She barely seemed to register that Bloom was there.
Bloom opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it. Sweetie was well beyond responding to anything she might say to her. “Oooooh, Lady Tiara, you're so biiiiiiiiig,” she moaned, words slurred together from sheer lust to the point that Bloom could only barely make out what she was saying. “Please, give it to me! I need your big, strong cock to fill my slutty cunny with your royal seed!”
“Ugh,” Bloom grunted. “This isn't gonna help, is it?” she asked no one in particular, as the only other pony present was in her own little world. Obviously, she wasn't going to get any help from Sweetie Belle. She glanced back at the poster to discover that at some point while she wasn't paying attention, Scootaloo had appeared in it, face buried in the cleft of Tiara's balls, her body almost completely coated in excess cum spewing out of Sweetie. It was a safe assumption that the other readily available crusader wasn't going to be an option either. Hell, at the rate things were going, it was only a matter of time before all of Ponyville was servicing Tiara in that damn picture.
No, Bloom was on her own for this one. “Fuck this, I'm goin' home,” she muttered. She needed to rethink her strategy, and that was going to be difficult with Sweetie incessantly pleasuring herself. She turned and stormed her way back downstairs.
“I take it it didn't go well?” Rarity snipped, voice dripping with passive-aggression. “I did try to warn you, darling,” she continued, slightly more kindly. “Sweetie should be done in a few hours, if you still want to talk to her?”
Apple Bloom gave her a dirty look. She felt slightly bad about it, but thus far, every conversation she'd gotten into today had resulted in Tiara getting bigger and she didn't want to test to see if that was a trend. “Yeah, whatever. Sorry for botherin' you,” she muttered before storming off.
“Well, I never!” Rarity huffed indignantly before turning back to her own work. Lady Tiara had scheduled a visit to Canterlot and, well, it would be somewhat rude to turn up to an audience with the Princesses without any clothing on, and so had commissioned her to make a simple dress. The going was surprisingly difficult, if only because the almost nine foot tall dress form she had to use didn't really fit in her studio, so she had to work outside. “Really, I'm surprised Her Majesty allows Apple Bloom to get away with being so disrespectful! She really should discipline her at some point.”