“Uh, Screwball?”

“Yes, pet?”

“You're still naked.”

“Yep!”

“... Aren't you gonna magic up some clothing for yourself?”

“Clothes are lame and gay. Let's get to class!”

Screwball turned, ready to stroll directly into the lecture hall, completely nude. "Hold up."

"Ughhhhhhh, what?"

Silver crossed her arms, a gesture made difficult by her larger bust. "You're not going in there naked."

"Watch me, slu-"

"No! No more of this flippant bullshit! I'm not just going to sit back on my ass and let you hijack my best friend's body and strut about naked on campus! Ponies are fucking staring!"

Screwball grinned widely, showing off pointed teeth. "Let 'em stare. Tiara's hot as fuck, but she goes around in clothing almost as prudey as that shit you had on before I fixed you." She spun around, arms flung wide, giggling like a lunatic. "When you've got it, you fuckin' flaunt it! Besides, different cutie mark. Can't fake that shit."

"Oh, fuck off with your weirdo exhibitionist bullshit. Put on something. I don't give a shit if it even covers anything meaningful, I'm not going to stand by and let you idly ruin my best friend's life."

"You keep saying that, you know. Naughty, naughty pet, just casually lying to your mistress like that~"

Silver frowned uncertainly. Something about Screwball's tone of voice felt suddenly ominous. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

She grinned again, but this time it was different. There was a sense of gleeful malice behind it. "You keep calling Tiara your friend."

"That's... And? Of course she's my friend, we've been friends for years. What the fuck are you even talking about you crazy bitch."

Screwball laughed, wild and unrestrained. "Fine, fine. You're Diamond Tiara's 'best friend.' She believes that, and I'm sure that if you pretend to believe it too hard enough it might even become the truth!" She strolled up to Silver, leaning in closer and closer, until their faces were touching, which is when Silver realized that she had become several inches taller than she had been in the apartment. "Just keep saying she's your best friend, your PFF, your bestie, whatever you wanna call it, and bury all that bitter jealous hate you feel for her deep deep inside and hope it goes away~" She leaned in close and opened her mouth, letting her tongue slowly slither out and out and out, slowly oozing down her cheek and down her body, stopping to gently encircle and squeeze an enlarged nipple before quickly slurping back into her mouth as she backed away. "But if you insist, I'll put on some clothing~"

Silver felt her face flush as she averted her eyes from Screwball. "Yeah, sure. Thanks. I guess." Crazy fucking bitch.

"Of course, if I'm going to be covering up, I'll have to do a little bit of tweaking. Don't want your giant slutty titties and big fat whore booty stealin' my spotlight, after all~" She locked her fingers together, cracking her knuckles before flipping them so her palms faced outwards and stretching, holding her arms above her head, higher and higher and higher until she towered over Silver, and indeed every other pony in view. "Can't – ungggf that feels good – can't be having the pet outshine the mistress, after all, can we? I'd say ten feet's a good height, wouldn't you? No? You want me bigger? Oh, Silvy, I like the way you think, you little slut~ But I simply can't go higher than twelve, or else how will anypony be able to reach my ladybits? Or my cock, I guess, but I think I'll save that for a special occasion for now~"

Silver's blush intensified. "You said you'd be putting on clothing."

"Oh, I'll get to that, but first off let's fiddle with my proportions a bit. Tiara's hot, I guess, if you're into girls who look like boys. I mean, honestly, what the fuck is wrong with society? Why is it that our most beautiful mares are stick thin and weak? This isn't beautiful," she declared, gesturing at the exaggerated parody of Tiara's figure her massive growth spurt had left her with. "Beauty is tits! Huge-ass fucking tits, bigger than your head! Bigger than twice your head! With big leaky nipples the size of soda cans!" she shouted, hefting one of her gigantic breasts up to give it a brief suckle.

"Beauty is asses! Big, juicy, meaty asses! I mean, obviously they shouldn't overshadow the main events, but put some fucking meat on your bones, ladies! Give me something substantial, something I can get a real solid grip on when I'm fucking your ass!" She slapped her plush butt in emphasis, the sound of flesh-impacting-flesh ringing through the campus.

"Beauty is power! You don't have to look like a dude to be buff! Give me biceps and triceps and glutes and calves and thighs and at least a six pack! Just because it's all hidden under luscious curves doesn't mean it ain't there! Give me a lady who can crush a dude into dust with her fuckin' pinkie finger and look hot as fuck while doing it!” She flexed her arm, powerful muscles just barely showing underneath her flesh.

“Beauty is size! Beauty is excess! Beauty is fertility! A thirty foot long prehensile tongue! A greedy cunt leaking fluids everywhere, screaming to be filled, pumped fulla gallons of gallons of baby batter! A cock the size of a person! Huge balls! Cumshots the size of oceans! Pheromones so strong everyone in a three mile radius is reduced to a horny, sex-obsessed mess! Buuuut,” she reached over and gave Silver a kiss on her slightly below eye level cheek, “you'd probably object to all of that, so I'll settle for bigger boobs and a bigger ass for now. Save being a twelve foot tall sex goddess for special occasions~”

“Okay,” Silver muttered through clenched teeth, shaking with barely contained rage and a not insignificant amount of arousal. “What about clothes?”

“Patience, pet, we're almost there.” She put a finger to her lips in an exaggerated gesture. “I'm thinking detached sleeves? Purple and black stripes, of course, to match my fur. And as for below the waist, let's go with thigh-high socks. No, thigh-higher than that. Go up as high as possible without them just being leggings. And make them tighter, the sleeves can be baggy but I want the socks to show off my gams~ Annnnd colour-wise, let's just have them match the sleeves. Yes, that's good.”

“No it's not!”

Screwball sighed, a gesture exaggerated beyond the point of parody. “What is it now, slut?”

“Aren't you forgetting something?” Silver hissed through clenched teeth.

She snapped her fingers. “Right, of course! Thank you for reminding me, Silvy, it had completely slipped my mind! I mean, without shoes, socks would just get ruined. And of course, I'm not going to be putting on shoes, so let's just get rid of everything below the ankle.” She wiggled her toes. “Ah, much better.”

“Holy shit!” Silver flung her arms in the air. “That doesn't fucking count as clothing!”

“Hey, you said, and I quote, 'I don't give a shit if it even covers anything meaningful.' So,” she gestured at herself, “I'm not going to cover anything meaningful.”

“That isn't what I meant and you fucking know it!”

“Oh, piffle, even like this I'm still less whorish than, say, you.”

Spoon sputtered with impotent rage. “I – you – you chose my clothing you psychotic whore!”

“I'm sorry, pet, I can't hear you over the fact that our lecture is starting any second now.” She smirked, dangerously. “Good for you, because it almost sounded like you were talking back to your mistress. Wouldn't want to have to punish my cute little whore because she thought she was allowed to insult her betters. And believe me, Silver Spoon,” she reached over and gently stroked Silver's jawline. “You don't want to experience the kind of punishment that can be dished out by someone who can make reality her bitch just by willing it.” Before Silver had a chance to respond, Screwball turned and sauntered into the lecture hall without another word, swaying her hips widely. “Come on, pet. Don't want to miss your precious lecture~”

“Ugh.” Silver grunted, sulkily following Screwball into the lecture hall. “Just... please behave yourself. No weird sex bullshit and no doing that thing you do where you say stuff and then the stuff you said happens.”

“I make no promises, pet~” She waggled her ass all the way into Tiara's usual seat. “In fact, I might even go so far as to say that weird sex bullshit is almost guaranteed. Otherwise things would just be so very boring~”

“Ugh.”

“Come on, you can find notes online later. I haven't gotten to come out to play since we were children. I should get to have at least a lil' bit of fun before I have to leave again. What's wrong with that?”

“Because your idea of fun is rape?”

“Oh, please. You enjoyed it, and you would have enjoyed it less had everything been nice and consensual. Face it, Silvy, you've got a rape fetish~”

“Ughhhhhh.”

“Maybe next time, we can try having you rape me. Turnabout is fair play, after all, dear pet.”

“Stop trying to justify it! Whether I enjoyed it or not doesn't matter, you fucking raped me!”

“And I'll rape you again and again and again and again, pet. Because that's what you want me to do. And because no one can stop me. Least of all you.”

Silver frowned.

“Now do be a dear and shut the fuck up. The lecture's about to start.”

Sure enough, the lecturer was already writing on the blackboard - “Inflation, Deflation, and Hyperinflation.” The lecturer, an elderly stallion named Professor Bottom Dollar, turned to face the students, adjusting his tweed jacket slightly and clearing his throat.

Silver felt a sickening feeling in her stomach as students filled the seats around them. Screwball grinned. “Sounds fun!”

“No, shut up, it doesn't mean what I know you think it means.” She winced as the pony who'd taken a seat next to her, some rich cunt or another, loudly shushed her. She contented herself with glaring at Screwball and mentally projecting an aura of 'don't you fucking dare' as best as she could.

Bottom Dollar turned to face the board again, and began writing, his handwriting small and neat. “First, an overview of the basics. Inflation is a constant increase in the price of goods and services over a period of time. Deflation is the opposite; a constant decrease in the price of goods and services over a period of time. Typically inflation and deflation follow a cycle. When the economy is strong, ponies tend to have higher salaries. This both leaves them with more money to spend and also increases the cost of production, resulting in inflation. A weak economy lowers the cost of production and leaves demand low, driving prices down.”

Screwball yawned. “Boooooooooringgggggg~”

“Now, usually, inflation and deflation are only noticeable from a macroeconomic perspective. Hyperinflation is when inflation is so rapid and intense that – mng – that its effects are immediately obvious. Is it getting hot in here? One moment.” He unbuttoned his jacket, casually tossing it aside. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Hyperinflation is not just inflation that is observable from a microeconomic perspective.” He reached up and gently scratched the soft, feminine swell of his chest. “Unlike inflation and deflation, which are typically subtle and unnoticeable without studying previous market prices, hyperinflation is dramatic and intense. Prices skyrocket over the course of mere weeks, sometimes even days, surging higher and bigger and thicker and juicier,” there was a tearing sound as his pants split at the seams, soft, feminine flesh oozing out from every tear, slowly forcing them open more and more. He reached down and gently rubbed his swelling package.

Silver groaned, rubbing her temples. “Please just get it over with.”

“Oh, but this way is so much more fun, pet!”

“Shhh!”

“Shh yourself you fucking bitch, or are you seriously too fucking dense to notice that the lecturer's tits just got big enough to tear off his shirt? I think that it's safe to say class is fucking cancelled.”

Whatever bitch-who-sits-next-to-her-in-econ's name was glared at Silver. “Well, excuse me for valuing my grade.”

“No, I, uh. I think that Silver is probably right on this one,” said the scrawny colt who sat next to Tiara – or Screwball, as the case may be. “He isn't even lecturing anymore, he's just sort of, um. Sitting there. Touching himself.”

“Well, wouldn't you if you suddenly found yourself getting so big and sexy?” Screwball reached over and gave the colt's balls a good firm squeeze before getting up. “Remind me to give you a good fucking later, cutie. Girly little things like you are just ripe for fun~ But first,” she licked her lips, “I've got to help Professor Bottom Dollar with some hyperinflation.”

“You go do that.” Silver groaned as Screwball floated her way down to Bottom Dollar, whose pants had by this point completely torn to shreds.

“So, uh, what's up with Tiara?” said the colt – Silver could be about as bothered with remembering his name as she could the name of the bitch sitting beside her.

“I wish I could tell you.”

“She's probably just being her usual slutty self,” muttered the bitch.

Silver grunted sullenly.

“I... don't think that she's usually that... forward?”

“She's literally not wearing any clothing.”

“She's got socks on,” muttered the bitch.

“That doesn't really count.”

“It sorta counts.”

“Oh my god.” Silver got up. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

“It's, yeah. 's pretty ridiculous,” said the colt, trying to avoid looking at the wild sex going on in the centre of the auditorium.

“No, not that. Why the fuck are you arguing about whether or not her fucking socks count as clothing when she's just turned our teacher into that.”

The two students whose names Silver couldn't be bothered to remember stared at her blankly.

“Well,” said the colt, “I guess it's not really normal for Professor Bottom Dollar to give us a practical demonstration like this, but it's not unheard of?”

“Practical – what?” Silver turned and looked over her shoulder at the spectacle unfolding on the floor of the lecture hall. “Bullshit this isn't unheard of!”

“Well, yeah. Usually you're not supposed to join in. I mean, unless the teacher asks for volunteers I guess.”

The mare grunted. “Tiara's just being a fucking teacher's pet,” she muttered sullenly, crossing her arms. “Stupid whore, only gets good grades because she fucks the teacher.”

“Well, uh, I mean,” the colt blushed. “Isn't that kind of the point of this class?”

Silver frowned. Her gaze drifted from Screwball, grinding and humping and licking a cock that was half again as big as she was, to the board.

'Hyper-Expansion 101', it read.

Well, that explained a lot.

“I'm better at it than her,” the bitch muttered.

Silver stared at the board, frowning in silent contemplation while the two ponies behind her continued their inane argument. “... I wonder,” she murmured, turning and grabbing her notes. Sure enough, they had changed as well.

“So, what, she just... Changed everything? So that we're in some weird fetish class in a weird fetish school now?” She flipped through her binder. The labels page dividers she used to sort her notes had all changed – her Business Ethics 101 course was unsurprisingly now Rape 101, Intro to Business Finance was Intro to Sadomasochism, Calculus I was now Cumslut I – she would have to have a word with Screwball later about making that particular one make a little more sense. And, of course, Econ 101 was Hyper-Expansion. “This is fucked up. I mean, it's like-” Like the entire world had been twisted to Screwball's whims. An entire school dedicated to teaching how to be a good slut.

The edge of Silver's mouth twitched upwards slightly, and she licked her lips.

A world where inhibitions just... didn't exist. Where rape wasn't just acceptable, but was something you could go to school for. That Silver was apparently majoring in.

She felt her free hand drifting southward of its own accord as she read her notes.

“The hard part,” she read, “is initiating the expansion. Once you've got it going, it's easy to let yourself get caught up in an infinite feedback loop of growth and pleasure. Especially if you've got someone to pleasure you. The trick is to let yourself go. Don't think about it, just let the sensation wash over you. Give yourself over to pure sexual pleasure and desire. Focus on nothing but fuck, be fucked, cum, pumping gallons and gallons of your seed into a willing receptacle or being that receptacle for somepony else. Lose yourself to lust and heat and breed.” Silver licked her lips again.

Well, it wasn't like any of this was really real. It was basically just a dream that happened to actually be happening, but that would unhappen as soon as Screwball lost interest.

Might as well have some fun with it.

Gingerly, she closed her binder, placing it back on her desk before kneeling down, placing herself eye-level with the colt's substantial bulge. Celestia, how'd she never notice how big he was. Probably, she mused, because he hadn't been this big before. She wouldn't put it past Screwball to just sort of raise the size of the average stallion a few inches – although, on the other hand, it would be far more in character for her to raise it a few feet. Of course, she didn't even know his name, why would she bother looking at his cock? For all she knew he'd always had this monster of a cock before and she just hadn't noticed it because she'd been too wrapped up in herself. Celestia, it looked like he'd shoved a pair of fucking grapefruits down his tight, form-fitting jeans. Jeans that struggled and strained against his massive package, his ample hips, flesh bulging over the top. Silver was certain he hadn't been dressed quite so provocatively before. He certainly hadn't been wearing that semi-transparent crop top. Showing off his soft, feminine belly. She licked her lips.

“Uh... Silver? You okay?”

“Well,” she said, gently reaching up and grasping the zipper to his fly, “since Professor Bottom Dollar seems like he's going to be busy for a while, I thought we could,” she paused to slowly pull downwards. “Maybe get some independent study in.”

“Um,” he blushed. “Oh.” She undid the button on his jeans, and they immediately popped open, unleashing his jet-black horsecock, achingly hard and the size of her forearm. Silver licked her lips, staring intently at the shaft. She leaned forward and gave it a kiss directly on its flared head. “Oh.”

“You've been in this class since the beginning. Don't question it, or else it won't work. Just, mmmm, just go with it.”

“... Yeah, okay.”

Silver kissed the drooling flare again, gently, barely even coming into contact with his cock. He let out a pained groan. She smirked, and grasped the base of his shaft with one slender, feminine hand, the other slowly pulling down his jeans. “Are- Are you wearing panties?” she asked, incredulously. And he was – frilly and lacey and pink, and several sizes too small for him. His hefty balls oozed out of either side, the panties completely inadequate for containing their sheer girth. Silver grinned cruelly. “What are you, some kind of faggot or something?” She almost winced at the raw malice in her voice. She'd never considered herself somepony capable of that kind of verbal cruelty, or at least not out loud. It felt appropriate, given the world that Screwball had created, and she would certainly never say this kind of thing were she not in a situation without consequence. Still, it felt jarring hearing the words come out of her mouth.

The colt blushed. “They make me feel pretty,” he muttered.

“They make you feel like a girl, you mean.” It still felt off, but at the same time it felt good to just be a bitch, especially knowing what it would inevitably lead to. Silver stroked his cock, gingerly rubbing its underside up and down with her index and middle finger. “Is that it? You wanna be a pretty little girl? Get your cute little ass fucked raw by a big, strong stallion?”

“N-no, I- I just- I- I- oooohhhhhhhhh-” his train of thought was interrupted by Silver grasping his shaft and giving it a good, solid pump, drawing a stream of precum and a moan of pleasure from the feminine colt.

And then she let go and stood up. “Yeah, that's it. You wanna be made somepony's bitch. Not get your cock sucked by a beautiful mare.” She turned, flipping her tail in his face. “Guess I'd better find someone who's more of a man to fuck, little girl.”

The colt let out a deep, pained groan, hips thrusting weakly. “Mnnnnfuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

There was a deep, wet rumbling noise, and Silver's grin grew. It was working. All she needed to do was give him one final push. “What's that? You want to fuck?” She bent forward, steadying herself on the seat in front of her, shoving her ass in the colt's face. Burying him with the whorish new rear that Screwball had gifted her with. “You wanna be a man? Not just a pathetic little girl?” She wiggled, flexing her cheeks around his face. She could feel her cunt gushing fluid all over his snout as it convulsed around her daisy dukes. “Prove it to me. Fuck me. Unless you're not man enough. You've got that monster of a cock and the best goddamn ass you'll see in your life shoved in your face and the mare attached to it is ordering you to have your way with it and you're too much of a pussy to just do it!” The wet rumbling got louder, and Silver groaned in anticipation of what was about to happen. She shoved her ass even more forcefully into his face. “Yeah, I thought so. Too much of a faggot to actually do anything.” She straightened herself, removing her ass from his face, drawing another groan from him. His voice was deeper, much deeper, a low rumbling growl of need and frustration. “You were never gonna man up and fuck me. I'm gonna go find someone who will, and you can sit here dreaming of getting fucked up the ass like the girl you are, little fagg-”

“GnnnnnnnghAAAAFUCKKKKK!”

Silver felt like time had slowed down to a crawl. Like she was living out a movie being shown frame-by-frame. She felt it, but she didn't. Detached and analytical. She'd put so much effort into initiating this and now that it was actually happening she couldn't really say she was enjoying it. She wasn't not enjoying it, either, though. It just somehow felt fundamentally different from when Screwball had raped her.

Perhaps that was it. She wasn't being raped, not really. She almost laughed – it turns out she couldn't get off if she saw it coming.

“Well,” she mused as she felt the colt roughly rip off her bottom and shove his face into her ass, “it's not quite that bad.” The colt grunted in response, a bestial noise that sent a shiver down Silver's spine. She felt his hands roughly groping her ass, squeezing and grabbing and digging in. It felt good, but not great. He was still too small, too tentative, quivering with the effort of holding back the animal within. He was bigger, a little, but not enough that his hands weren't dwarfed by Silver's ass.

And it didn't fucking hurt enough.

“Ngggg, c'mon, faggot, is that the best you've got? Harder, dammit. I'm not made out of fucking glaaaahaaaaaaa~”

There was the pain that had been missing. Silver's voice was reduced to a high pitched gurgle of ecstasy as the colt's hands surged larger, nails digging into soft, pliable assflesh enough to draw a little blood. He groaned, voice deepening further, and pushed his face more roughly into her juicy cunt and the tight pucker of her asshole. This was almost starting to feel good. She opened her mouth to offer some faint praise and spur him further into depravity, but all that came out was a squeal of orgasmic delight as she felt something big and thick and wet pushing into her drooling cunny. Foot after foot after glorious foot of tongue surged bigger and deeper into her. “YES!” she screamed. “Fucking finally! Stop being such a fucking pussy and grow! Get fuckin' huge and rape me! Rape me so fucking hard I lose my fucking mind! I wanna be reduced to a fuckin' gibbering vegetable!”

The bitch grunted, turning away and blushing furiously. “It doesn't count as rape if you're telling him to do it,” she muttered.

“Gnnnnn shut the fuck up, cunt,” Silver forced out through the mind-numbingly blissful sensation of the colt's tongue slithering its way out of her cunt. “Mmmm, make yourself useful and eat me out while princess here fucks my ass.”

“The only person who's going to be shutting up is you, slut.” The voice was familiar. It was deeper by several octaves, a low, rough baritone rumble that oozed with masculine power and sex. But it was still clearly his.

She felt his hand grasp her by the waist, suddenly large enough to easily envelope her and casually lift her up off the ground.

And up.

And up.

“You want me to rape you senseless? I'll give you one better'n that, slut.” God, she could hear the grin. The smug, dominant smirk. “I'm gonna use you as a condom, and we're gonna see what comes first; me, or you getting turned into a bloody smear on my cock.”

Silver almost came right there. His voice rumbled with near godlike power, echoing throughout her body like an orgasm. She couldn't help but groan as she felt him push her body down on his cock. Slowly, but not gently. The pressure continued to mount and mount against her rear entrance. God, it almost hurt. She was pretty sure she hadn't used to get off on pain, but fucked if she wasn't getting off on it right now. She opened her mouth to order him to stop fucking around and impale her on his cock already, but all that came out was a weak, needy moan. “Mmmmmnngggggg~” she managed to force out, prompting him to squeeze her tightly.

“I didn't say you could talk, slut.”

Silver could only let out a quiet squeak in response. His tongue, as big as her whole fucking body lolled out over her shoulder, enveloping her in warm wet muscle. That insistent pressure against her tight asshole just kept on increasing and increasing, building and building to the inevitable penetration until, just as she was about to hit a rapturous climax-

“Well, that's about it for the lecture. Inflation's not really a complicated subject, but it's something very useful for anypony to understand, both business owners and just regular ponies! If anyone's got any questions, I'll be available pretty much all day. But otherwise, I think we can get away with ending class early.”

It was a thoroughly unpleasant sensation. Like Silver had struggled to get to sleep all night, finally drifting off in the wee hours of the morning only for her alarm clock to rudely awaken her in the middle of a particularly pleasant dream. She hadn't been asleep, of course, though she briefly entertained that the whole bizarre situation had been just a very vivid wet dream. She was back to her normal proportions and her normal clothing, at the very least. But those brief hopes were dashed when she looked to her right and saw Screwball sitting there, grinning like a hunter that had cornered her prey.

“Honestly, pet. Sleeping during the lecture? So very rude. Don't worry, unlike somepony, I took very thorough notes. What do you say to heading back to Tiara's apartment so we can, mmm, go over them~”

Author's Note

continuing the trend of late of finally updating stories that have gone two years without updates, does anyone remember this story? faygo remembers.

i want to say i'll be picking up the pace on this one but that'd be a lie. i'll try and do another chapter sooner than two years from now at least.