“For the last time, Rarity,” Applejack says, sounding frustrated, “I told you it looks fiiiiine...”
“F- Fine?” Shocked, she turns away from the mirrors towards Applejack just below her. “Since when was fine a term used in the fashion world?”
Without waiting for an answer, she returns all her attention back to her mirrors. Applejack just rolls her eyes in response. While Rarity examines every bit of detail of her newly designed Spring season bright yellow dress Fluttershy would wear on that platform of hers, Applejack resumes her impatient waiting and daydreaming about what she could be doing instead of being here in Rarity’s home, surrounded by all these creepy-looking mannequins whose gaze, despite eyeless, all aligned towards the center of the room and towards them.
“How does this not even disturb you?” She says quietly as if she was speaking to herself.
“I beg your pardon?” says Rarity whilst in the midst of twisting her body to the side in order to see her backside though she still was facing the mirror rather than to Applejack.
“All these mannequins. Like,” she pauses, trying to look for the right words, “don’t you ever get tired of being at the center of attention?”
“Oh please, like you would know anything about being the center of attention,” she says, trying to sound calm, restrained, and nobler than her friend who just couldn’t appreciate nor understand this. “Besides, you hardly ever have any admirers.”
“And you do?”
“Well, I- uh…” She looks toward the ceiling and becomes silent for a bit, “… I have to work for it. You see all of this?” She spreads her arms out for emphasis. “I actually have to put work into it. You on the other hand won Tenderhoof’s affection without any effort what so ever. And you always wear that plain old orange shirt and blue pants every day.”
“Well, you did reel in Prince Blueblood.” Applejack chuckles, hoping it would produce the same effect for Rarity.
It didn’t. Not that Applejack couldn’t see why.
“Ughhh,” Rarity loudly groans, “everything seems absolutely right. But…”
Applejack sighs. “So what is wrong your dress?”
“Nothing is wrong with my dress necessarily,” Rarity suddenly turns around. “You don’t think the dress makes my chest look small, do you? And do you think I can use more makeup?”
Applejack answers back by crossing her arms and giving her a look.
“Really?”
“It’s a simple question, Applejack.” Rarity’s tone begins to rise.
“You want me to comment about your pups and whether you should put on more makeup?”
“They are not puppies,” Rarity snaps, stomping her high heel onto the platform. “Besides,” she lowers her tone, “putting on makeup takes a great deal of time.”
“You’re that insecure about them?”
“And you’re not?”
“Pshh, I don’t care how my body or face looks.” Applejack closes both her eyes and scoffs, “I don’t obsess over it like you.”
Suddenly she feels Rarity’s face just an inch away from her own. Teeth clenched, the two exchange long fierce concentrated gazes. All that was needed was a spark to ignite the situation.
“Girls! Girls!” comes a voice right next to them and a paw and talon then rests on their shoulders, causing them to disengage from one another.
“Discord?” They both utter, looking all the way up his towering figure to even see him eye to eye.
Rarity speaks first, “I thought you were-”
“With Fluttershy?” He interrupts, “She’s busy watching birds.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to leave her cottage while she was gone.” Applejack says.
“Did she?” Discord says, picking his ear and flicking it somewhere in the room much to Rarity’s disgust. “Well,” he lowers his head towards them and whispers, “Let’s keep that a secret between the three of us, shall we? You don’t know Fluttershy when she’s angry.”
Rarity pushes Discord away, breaking away from his talon. Applejack follows suit.
Rarity asks, "Why did you barge in my home, Discord?”
“Well,” Discord begins, clapping his hands together. “I was just in the neighborhood-”
“Tormenting anyone you just happen to bump into.” Applejack assumes.
“I prefer ‘playing playful innocent pranks’, Applejack,” he corrects, “Now, as I was saying, I was just in the neighborhood when I heard the something go awry. Something disheartening. Something… disharmonious. All happening in your humble abode.”
Applejack and Rarity exchange quick glances then turn back to Discord.
“You mean us arguing?” Rarity says.
“There’s nothing out of the ordinary about that.” Applejack explains. “People argue from time to time. Even friends.”
“Why, yes but hearing the two bestest of friends argue and seeing them butt heads like earlier just breaks my brittle little heart. Which is why…” he quickly slithers and surrounds the two. “I am going to offer you both: Three wishes.”
“Three wishes?” They both say at the same time.
“Yes, three wishes,” he firmly reaffirms.
“Well, we could always start zap apple season early.”
“And I could use some magic to help me with my clothes line.”
“No, no, no,” Discord says, chuckling. “These wishes aren’t for you to make for yourselves.”
“They’re not?” The two say, again, at the same time.
“Because you two were fighting earlier, I’ve decided you two should instead: Make wishes for the other person.”
Both exchange glances.
“Yes, you both will have three wishes each. But you can only wish for the other person.”
“So, I’ll be wishing for Applejack while she wishes for me?”
“Exactly!” Discord says, beaming with excitement. “Wishing the best for others shows how much of a friend they are.”
Applejack squints suspiciously at Discord. “And what is in it for you?”
“Oh,” Discord remains silent for a while before saying, “nothing much. It’s just that my satisfaction derives from you two getting along again. Besides, it was friendship that saved me in that battle with Tirek, if you remember.”
Regardless, Discord could see Applejack’s suspiciousness in her eyes.
“Now, Applejack,” Discord begins, “I think you should have the first wish.”
“Her? She gets the first wish?” Rarity says, looking somewhat jealous and putting her hands on her hips.
Discord ignores Rarity and curls around Applejack, whispering, “So, you can wish anything for Rarity. You have anything in mind for your friend?”
“Hmm…”
“Isn’t there something she’s having problems with? Something... recent. Something that may have started all this bickering?”
“Well,” she says quietly back, “she did say something about her dress.”
“Quite a beautiful dress she has on,” he remarks.
“But…”
“But?”
“She did say it made her… chest look small.”
“Ah! Splendid idea, you'll be doing her a great favor! I can make her dress seem larger than it is,” he says, unraveling around her and floating mid-air. “So, Applejack," he proudly announces, "Care to make a wish for your dear friend, Rarity?”
Applejack nods to him and then looks toward Rarity.
“I wish Rarity’s dress didn't make her chest look so small.”
“As you wish,” Discord snaps his fingers.
Rarity gives a puzzled look, “Err, what now?” Rarity says, perplexed at what just came out of Applejack’s mouth.
However, her attention turned elsewhere when she started feeling a tingle around her chest.
“What’s going on?” she says in an anxious terrified voice as all the eyes in the room turned towards her chest area. Then she begins feeling a strange sensation. A feeling as if her dress and bra were tightening against her bosoms. At first it wasn't noticeable to the eye but in no time, everyone began seeing her dress look more and more constrained.
Soon, it became obvious to everyone that her bust were growing in volume. Rapidly too. Despite clutching onto her expanding breasts with her hands, it was futile. Her breasts continued growing, the sound of the fabric being strained and strained. And then… it stopped.
That tingling almost burning sensation finally came to a halt. She takes her hands off to reveal two humongous orbs the size of soccer balls just sticking out in her strained dress and an excessively generous view of her cleavage. Her upper body hunches slightly forward due to the additional weight.
It was a miracle her dress was even still in one piece. One extremely strained piece, though.
Speechless, she couldn’t form a verbal response. Only a series of panting and gasping were uttered before she finally looks up.
“Applejack!” she snaps, “What in Equestria did you do to me?”
Stumbling on her words, Applejack got a hold of her tongue again.
“I didn’t know your boobs were gonna grow. You kept complaining about yer dress earlier. So I thought…”
“You thought it would be funny to see me looking ridiculous like this now, right?” Rarity gestures to her new assets.
“Well, at least you won’t have to complain about your dress anymore, will ya?” she says in an awkward attempt of comedy to relieve the tension.
Before Applejack could continue, Discord circles around Rarity, careful not to bump into her bosoms.
“That was mean of her to make that wish for you, wasn’t it?” Discord whispers into her ear. Rarity nods and Discord continues, “Ruining your beautiful dress.” He could see her face heat up like a stove. “So, what would you like to wish for her?” He says, grinning. “I think I heard something about Applejack not caring one bit about her body.”
“I wish,” Rarity pauses, “that Applejack gets a bottom heavy figure.”
He snaps, “Wish granted.”
“Huh?” Applejack utters. Even before she can react and jerk her head to see the change. It was already happening.
What started with a tingling sensation is followed by her knee-length shorts constricting around her lower half. Applejack goes for her belt and attempts to unlock her belt. But it was too late. Her buttocks were already gaining mass and space. She could feel them not only pushing outwards but also she felt her shorts getting tight around her sides. She realizes her hips were expanding too. Widening to be exact. Her attempts of taking off her belt proves unsuccessful as the shorts hugged her expanding lower half far too much. To compensate for her expanding rear and hips, her thighs began to thicken as well.
When it stopped, it looked as if her upper body half was attached to someone else’s body. Someone whose butt were large, rounded, and size of bowling balls on each cheek like a bubble butt and wide hips belonging to a cartoon figure. Lastly, her shorts had risen up above her knees due to the growth, stopping at her thickened thighs midway.
Upon making even the slightest of movements, she already almost loses balance due to the growths. Rarity and Discord were chuckling and giggling in the background while Applejack remained utterly speechless.
“Good one, Rarity.” He laughs.
She looks up. Not at Discord, but at Rarity instead.
“Change me back, Rarity,” Applejack says, unamused.
“What’s that?” she says, putting her hand by her ear, imitating as if she had problems hearing. “You want me to change you back? But I thought you didn’t care how your body looks.” She says in a belittling tone.
“Oh ho… that’s it,” Applejack turns to Discord. “Discord, I wish her dress- no, anything she has lying around was replaced with something more… suitable to her new ‘assets’.”
He snaps his fingers and all the eyes in the room focuses on Rarity.
As Rarity feared, her yellow dress began changing, separating and changing shape. Her shoes change first, going from red high heels to purple knee highs that went all the way up to- well, her knees. Purple thigh highs emerge out of nowhere. The lower half of her dress shortens dramatically until it reaches her waist when it morphs into purple hot pants. Latex hot pants to be exact. The upper half of the dress on the other hand shrinks from all sides all except around her bust area when that transforms into a purple tube top. Latex as well. The tube top covered only the center of her bosoms, thus the majority of her orbs could still be seen. Also, the tube top pushed up her large boobs even more so than her previous dress, creating an enticing cleavage that looked ready to explode right out of it if it got any bigger.
Little touches such as hoop earrings and bracelets appeared too.
“You… you… monster!” Rarity says, shocked at her appearance as she looks at herself in the mirror. She looked like a busty harlot in her and everyone else’s eyes.
“Hey,” Applejack says, trying not to burst into laughter, “at least you won’t need to worry about grabbing all the male gaze anymore.”
“She’s right,” Discord adds. “Sex sells!”
The two then start laughing about, infuriating Rarity and causing her to stamp her feet on the ground, sending her boobs jiggling in response.
She turns to face Applejack. “I wish the same for you, Applejack.”
As soon as Discord’s fingers snapped, Applejack’s clothing started changing. Her shoes disappeared completely, only to be replaced by green high heels. Her orange T-shirt turns into a white top tied in the front with red polka dots, giving a view of her modest cleavage. And as for her shorts? It morphs into to a pair of denim cutoffs that shows a lot of skin, from thighs to her rounded bubble butt. It also was so tight that it not only rode up her butt crack, showing off the very shape of her cheeks but it looked as if her shorts were painted on.
She too found her arms adorned with hoop bracelets and her ears attached with hoop earrings.
The end result? Applejack looking like a backwoods hooker with an enormous protruding posterior.
“You changed my shoes, shirt, and pants,” she says, looking at each.
“Not just that.” Rarity says, grinning. She points to herself toward the top of her own head.
“My hair?” She then realizes what Rarity meant. “My hat!”
Applejack reaches for her hat, and realizes that it had been changed just by touching it. She holds it in front of her and sees that her Stetson hat had changed. No longer was it made of fur but it was now made out of straws… badly put together in fact similar to what Rarity made when she went all hillbilly to win Tenderfoot’s affection.
“Ah, that look suits you,” Rarity says, sounding proud and smiling.
Applejack clenches her fists. “I wish you had trashy permanent makeup so you never have to whine about taking so long to put it on.”
“I wish that for you too!”
Discord snaps his fingers on each hand.
Both of their faces exploded in a rainbow of colors. Fake long eyelashes and artificial pink fingernails, blue eye shadow for Rarity and green for Applejack, bright pink lipstick decorating their lips, fake and both even had a beauty mark on above their upper lip.
They star both begin saying, “I wish she-”
HONNNNNNNNNNNNNKKK
Applejack and Rarity turn their attention away from one another to him. The sound, sounding identical to an air horn, came from their side where Discord was. And indeed, he had one on him.
“Well, it was fun being here with you two bestest of friends,” Discord says. His eyes turn to the window behind him.
“Wait where are you going?” Rarity asks.
“Why, you two have used up all three of your wishes.” He presses his hands together, “Besides, I must be off. Fluttershy is no doubt about to return home.”
Both of their eyes widen in fear, realizing what that meant.
“Wait, we ran out of wishes?” Applejack asks, fearing the answer.
“Mhm.”
Rarity steps in. “But what about these… changes?”
“Well, perhaps you two should have considered that when you made your last wishes for one another.” He pushes the window door, looking as if he was just about to fly out.
“Wait!” Applejack calls out. Discord turns his head back to them.
“Please give us at least one wish.” Rarity pleads,
“For the both of you?” He asks.
“Yeah, whatever,” Applejack says, “just let us make one wish so we can fix this.”
Discord stays silent then lets out a long sigh. “Fiiiine, the Genie in other stories never broke the rules. One wish for each.” He emphasizes.
Rarity and Applejack exchange glances. Despite still being angry at one another, they rather not look like prostitutes with enlarged assets.
Without saying a word to one another, as if they knew what the other would say, they both tell Discord:
“I wish everything became normal.”
“One last wishes coming up,” and with that, he snaps his fingers. Rarity and Applejack close their eyes so they can open their eyes and see everything return normal. After a moment passed, they finally open their eyes.
Discord was nowhere to be seen. The window was shut. And everything had gone back to norma-
“Applejack!” Rarity shrieks from behind. Applejack jerks her head around but doesn’t fully see Rarity. “You haven’t changed!”
Applejack tilts her head down as sees that she still has her enormous butt, hips and everything.
“So haven’t you!” Applejack says, shocked.
Rarity reacts the same way, looking in shock at her clothes and enormous breasts. “What went wrong?”
“I dunno! You and me wished everything would be nor-” she pauses, eyes widened. “-mal…”
“Applejack,” Rarity says, pointing to a portrait frame on a small table. “Do you think...?.”
She picks it up and holds it for the two to see. The picture was a group shot of all their friends. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and the two of them. But the picture wasn’t the same. Applejack and Rarity look exactly the same like they do now. In their skimpy outfits, expanded body parts, and trashy makeup.
“This is a couple years old already.” Rarity says. “Which means…”
Applejack gulps. “We better find Twilight. And fast.”
To Be Continued???
