The Strange Case of Diamond Tiara and Miss Screwball

by AzureDreamer

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish, Silver Spoon, Porn, Sex, Non-consensual, Discord, Screwball, Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life, Anthro
Length: 8713

Or: Why Not To Accept Gifts From Chaos Gods

Diamond Tiara doesn't care for Discord. She hasn't ever since the time he was unleashed from his stone prison. She isn't alone of course; a lot of ponies have bad memories of that day. But Diamond Tiara's are somehow more visceral, more personal than others. A deep, vague dread that she finds herself unable to put a finger on.

So when Discord shows up on her doorstep fifteen years later, she's less than pleased. Even if he professes to bear gifts - a peace offering of sorts, and an apology, though Diamond Tiara doesn't remember exactly what he would be apologizing for. But still, he gave her a crate full of alcohol, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

No one ever taught Diamond Tiara not to accept gifts from bored Chaos Gods. And especially not to ingest them. But it's a lesson learned too late. Diamond Tiara is gone.

It's Screwball's time to shine.

WARNING! CONTAINS ANTHROS, FUTA, RAPE, SADOMASOCHISM, CORRUPTION, AND PROBABLY A BUNCH OF OTHER WEIRD STUFF.

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS ARE OVER EIGHTEEN

Cover art by Oddends

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Published 2015-08-10 15:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-04 18:36:48 UTC

1 - In which Miss Screwball introduces herself and makes a houseguest comfortable

Author's Note

Fair warning, in case you couldn't be assed to read the content warnings; this story has rape in it. If that makes you uncomfortable, please leave now, because I will not be tolerating people complaining that this story triggered them. You were fairly warned and you have no one to blame but yourself.

1 - In which Miss Screwball introduces herself and makes a houseguest comfortable

Silver Spoon was thoroughly unsurprised when there was no immediate response to her knocking on the door to Diamond Tiara's apartment. She also wasn't particularly caught off guard when there was no response for several minutes. This was all, as far as she was aware, normal behaviour for Diamond Tiara. In retrospect, it should have been taken as a bad sign that there was absolutely no response whatsoever – not even so much as an irritated muffled “fuck off I'm sleeping.” But, as it was, she just assumed that Tiara was hung over from partying the previous night.

She of course had a key, specifically for this kind of situation. She unlocked the door and barged inside. “Tiara, get your ass out of bed. We've got an econ lecture in an hour and you specifically said that if I let you miss it because you got drunk and hid in your bedroom again you'd kill me.”

No response. Again, not unusual, but a bit more obviously not normal. Usually there would at least be some swearing, maybe a shout to shut the fuck up followed by pained groaning. Perhaps Tiara had already left? Or, more likely, she'd been somepony's one night stand.

Silver frowned. She never got invited to parties. And when she did – usually as Tiara's hanger-on – she never got to be anypony's one night stand. Wasn't half the reason she was friends with Tiara in the first place to help her get popular? That, and Tiara was that happy-yet-rare combination of obscenely rich and incredibly generous to her friends. And Silver Spoon had managed to successfully be Tiara's only real friend for almost twenty years. Still, she wasn't quite sure what Tiara had that she didn't.

Well. Aside from money. And her mother's figure. And her mother before her. And her mother's mother's mother, going back down the family tree for generations. And the ladies on her father's side of the family tree to boot. Tiara came from a long line of beautiful mares. Thin, tall, willowy. Like a supermodel. Hell, her mother was a supermodel.

And meanwhile there was Silver Spoon. Awkward, chubby, nerdy little Silver Spoon who somehow managed to befriend rich, beautiful Diamond Tiara at a young age and had hated herself ever since.

To say nothing of how much she hated Tiara. Tiara was a cunt. She used her money as a substitute for her complete lack of a personality. Their friendship consisted of Silver awkwardly following her around as she spent exorbitant amounts of money on herself, hoping that maybe she'd accidentally buy something for her as well.

“Tiara, if you're even here at all, get the fuck up or I'm leaving and you can be fucking late for all I care.” She took a few steps into the apartment. “And if you're not here then I'm not fucking looking for you.” She winced as something large and heavy moved across her feet. She kicked, gently so as not to hurt the very large snake that Tiara kept as a pet for some ungodly reason. But it wouldn't do for it to escape because Silver hadn't bothered to close the door. “Go on, you stupid thing, get away from me.”

The enormous creature – easily four times longer than Silver was tall – lethargically slithered out of the patch of light let in through the open door, back into the darkness of Tiara's apartment. Silver groaned. The thing – Tiara had named it Princess, but Silver was content to just call it “the thing” – was probably most of the reason that Tiara never brought any one night stands back to her place. Having a twenty foot snake crawling all over the place was something of a boner-killer.

“Tiara, this is the last time I'm calling for you. Get your fucking ass in gear or I'm leaving.” No response. Silver waited for a few moments, the apartment deafeningly silent. “Come on, do you know how hard a time I have getting them to even let me in the building? Let alone letting me head up to the penthouse suite. Don't make this have been for nothing.”

The door slammed shut behind her, plunging the apartment into complete darkness.

“Heeeeeeeey, Silvy~ So very nice to see you today~”

The voice was definitely Diamond Tiara's. Silver Spoon had known Tiara for eighteen years, she knew that voice like the back of her hand. But had she not known Tiara as well as she did, she would absolutely not have been able to tell.

Hell, she still wasn't quite sure it wasn't an entirely different pony in Tiara's home. It would be easier to tell with some lights on. “Tiara, this isn't funny. Stop dicking around, we've got to get to class.”

“Mmmm, Tiara ain't home, hon. And I can promise you there will be plenty of dicking done today~” It was lower, Silver decided. That was the main difference. Husky, but with a lilting, melodic quality.

But none of that really mattered right now. “Tiara, seriously, I'm not in the mood for games,” she said, turning around to face where the other mare presumably was.

“Toldja, hon. Tiara ain't home.” The lights flicked on. “Or at least, mostly ain't home. Hadn't quite finished up getting ready when you got here – lucky you, you get to see the good bit.”

Tiara was completely naked. That was the first thing Silver noticed about her. That, and that she was actively masturbating. She had three fingers knuckle-deep in her glistening cunt, and her other hand held a large glass bottle filled mostly to the top with a clear, viscous fluid. “Oh, god, are you fucking drunk? It's ten in the fucking morning you fucking lush.”

She certainly looked drunk. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red beneath her pink fur, and her eyes were heavy and half-lidded. And there was something else off about them – if Silver didn't know better, she'd say they were violet instead of their usual cold blue. Maybe she was wearing coloured contacts? Or maybe it was just the dim lights of Tiara's hallway playing tricks on Silver's eyes. But somehow that didn't feel like an adequate explanation for how... wrong Tiara's eyes felt.

“Oh, this?” She lifted the bottle and sloshed it around. “It ain't booze. Something much better'n that, trust me. Tiara's only had a sip and, well, you see me now.” She grinned, a lopsided, goofy grin. “Was about to see what a whole bottle does when you showed up. Just in time for the real show to begin.” She held the bottle out, shoving it into Silver's face. “Unless you'd like a taste? I've got plenty more of these, I'm sure I can spare a little for Tiara's PFF~”

“Tiara we've got class, now's not the time to get – eugh!” Silver caught a whiff of the fluid in the bottle and gagged. It was musky, and overpoweringly sexual. “Tiara! Why the hell did you drink that stuff?!”

“It was a gift~ From someone very special. Or at least someone you don't turn down gifts from if you don't want to get turned into a fish or something.” She shoved the bottle into Silver's face a few more times. “You suuuuuuuure you don't wanna taste?”

“Wait, hold on, you got given booze by fucking Discord?”

“Yeppers~ You know, Tiara used to be afraid of him? No idea why, he's so much fun~ You sure you don't want some? Oh, well, more for me!” She pulled the bottle back, put it to her lips, and chugged. The thick, syrupy liquid slowly slimed its way down her throat. A single stream of the stuff drooled out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping onto the floor below her. She moaned lewdly into the bottle, her fingers picking up their pace. When the bottle was empty she forcefully tossed it aside; it hit the wall a few feet away, shattering loudly. She belched loudly. “Aw, yeahhhhhhhhh, so fuckin' good~” Her now free hand moved to a pert breast, furiously pinching at her erect nipple. “'s been so long since I got to come out to play, Silvy. Oh, we're gonna have so much fuckin' fun~”

Silver took a step back. Away from Tiara. “Oh, no you don't.” Tiara gestured, and Silver felt a pressure on the back of her head. And then, with another gesture from Tiara, she fell forward onto her knees, pulled along by some invisible force until she was face-to-cunt with her best friend. “I mean, my fingers are nice and all, but what'd be even better is your tongue. Now get to licking, pet~” With that, the invisible force pushed against the back of her head even harder until what resistance she could put up was overwhelmed and she was shoved face-first into Tiara's glistening pussy. “Don't fight it, bitch. 's better for you if you just accept your new role as my little slut, or else I'll have to use force~ And you don't want me to have to use force. Trust me.” The threat was punctuated by a feeling of tightness in her mouth, and Silver quickly opened her mouth and took a tentative lick of Tiara's box before the threat could be carried out. The taste was unlike what she had expected – slightly sweet, slightly salty, very slick. She was unsure if this was unusual because this was her first ever sexual experience that involved another active participant, and she'd never tasted her own fluids.

It wasn't unpleasant, though Silver rather forcefully reminded herself that she was being raped. She continued lapping at Tiara's juices, occasionally dwelling on her swollen button as Tiara grasped her head tightly. “Mmmm, you're really shitty at this, you know that? Guess Master's just gonna have to teach her little slut how to be a less terrible pet. Put some enthusiasm into it, whore.” She groaned, deep and throaty. “Nnnnng, it'll do though. Hey, Silvy. Open wide and you'll get a treat for good behaviour~”

Silver, terrified of the potential consequences of not doing what she was told, tentatively opened her mouth.

And felt something long, firm, and burning hot force its way deep into her throat. She gagged violently as she found herself suddenly deep throating Diamond Tiara's brand new cock. “If you can't be assed to put effort into your oral, I guess I'm just gonna have to take the initiative. Brace yourself for a good facefucking, pet.”

Silver let out a muffled groan of protest, slamming her hands against the wall and door behind Tiara as she tried very hard to ignore how good this felt. She knew that it wasn't unusual for rape to feel good – the body's natural response to sexual stimulus was to feel pleasure, regardless of the source. But this didn't feel like just some instinctive reaction somehow. There was something about it that felt real. An intense heat that filled her body as Tiara's cock grew and grew, pushing itself further and further down her throat. She felt a pressure on her chin that she only assumed was a set of balls – Tiara was holding her so tightly and so close to her that all she could see was her pink navel. A pink that seemed a few shades darker than it usually was, something that Silver might have attributed to a dye job or trick of the light were there not a good foot's worth (and growing) of tangible evidence that Tiara had physically changed shoving itself deeper into her gut.

She stopped banging her hands against the walls. It wasn't like she felt short of breath. She should have – Tiara's monster dong took up all of the space in her throat, leaving no room for her to breathe. But her no longer needing to breathe was hardly the most farfetched thing to happen to her this morning. Instead, she put her hands to better use. One, she used to steady herself by grabbing Tiara's pert ass; the other, she used to grope her balls. They were enormous, the size of fists. And heavy, too. And hot, a pulsing heat that sent erotic shivers down Silver's spine. She gave the one she was grasping a squeeze, groping and exploring it.

“Yessssssss, good pet. That's more like it, whore.” Silver felt an odd satisfaction from the degrading names Tiara threw at her. Her heart raced at the praise, and she intensified her efforts in an attempt to earn more. “Harder, bitch.” She obeyed, tightly clutching at Tiara's ballsack, with far more force than should by all rights have been safe, like it was a stress ball. “Come the fuck on, you weak cunt. I'm not made of glass, Silvy~ I want you to really hurt me, maybe draw some blood~”

Tiara pushed against the back of Silver's head even harder as Silver intensified her efforts. “Or maybe you'd rather be the one getting hurt? Well, slut? You want to be punished for your failures? Because I gotta say, this is a pretty fuckin' weak BJ.” Silver groaned again. Good god, she'd never been talked to like this before, but it felt soooooo fucking good. There was only one thing that could make it feel better, and suddenly she realized the way to get it.

She pushed her face as close to Tiara's belly as she could get it, pushing upwards with her tongue, and slowly moved her hand down and around the ballsack, searching underneath it for – yes. There it was. She would have grinned were it not for the gigantic penis taking up her entire mouth. Looks like Tiara still had a cunt to play with. That was phase one of her plan; phase two was to move her other hand inwards, inching closer and closer to Tiara's buttcrack and her other prize.

Simultaneously, she shoved a finger up Tiara's cunt, another into her asshole, and bit down on her cock as hard as she could.

“Hnnnnnnnfuckyessssssssssss,” Tiara moaned, her cock surging in size. “That's more fucking like it, cunt! Hope you're ready, 'cause you just pushed me over the eeeeeeeeeeeeedgefuckkkkkkkkkkk.”

Silver Spoon felt the underside of Tiara's cock bulge, starting at the base – pushing her teeth apart, she noted as she put as much pressure on the cock as she could – and slowly moved up the length of the shaft until it exploded out of the top.

Silver gagged as she felt the cum filling up her belly and rushing upwards through her throat. She felt it pushing at the airtight seam formed by her mouth and Tiara's cock. She felt it spray out of her nostrils – the only available hole for it to escape from – with the force of a firehose. She felt her belly swell out and out and out as the output of Tiara's cock vastly outpaced its ability to leave her body.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, she felt the flow slow down and eventually stop. Slowly, Tiara let go of Silver, and her mouth slipped down and down until, with a pop, she was freed of the mammoth cock that had been shoved down her throat for the past twenty minutes.

“Holy shit.” She panted heavily, fighting to catch her breath. “Tiara, what the fuck was that?”

The pony that used to be Diamond Tiara stretched, pushing out her modest tits. And she was definitely not Tiara anymore – even discounting the darker pink of her coat, the darker purple of her mane, and the eyes, a dark purple with a black spiral instead of pupils – her cutie mark was undeniably different. No longer was her flank adorned with the image of a tiara. Instead, there was a baseball and a screw.

“Like I keep saying, pet. Tiara's gone.” She idly took off the tiara that she wore at all times, idly examining it and frowning slightly. She gave it a shake, and it transformed into a yellow-and-orange vertically striped beanie, topped with a neon green propeller. Nodding with smug satisfaction, she popped it back on her head at a jaunty angle and grinned, showing off unsettlingly pointed teeth. “It's Screwball's time to shine.”

“Okay, Screwball. Whatever. You haven't answered my question.” Silver made an attempt to get up, and failed as her sloshing belly pulled her forward. She groaned, resigning herself to leaning on it like a waterbed – it was large enough that her head was basically level with where it would be if she were upright anyway.

“You're taking this rather well. I just raped you. With a penis. That I grew with magic. And pumped you so full of cum that you're immobile.”

“Yes, well, Discord is involved.”

Screwball shrugged. “Fair enough. So, um.” She awkwardly walked over, and Silver idly noticed that the cock had just sort of vanished at some point. “How was it? I didn't rape you too hard, did I?”

“That's kind of a stupid question.”

Screwball huffed indignantly. “Well, excuse me for caring about your well-being. Sex isn't fun if it's unpleasant, rape or no. And, um.” She awkwardly grabbed Silver's belly, giving it a gentle squeeze. “In case you couldn't tell, I've got a bit of a habit of letting things get... excessive.”

“No fucking kidding.” Silver rubbed her belly herself. “No, it doesn't hurt. It should, but it doesn't.”

“Well, duh. I mean, I've got fucking magic powers. I can make it so you don't need to breathe, I can make it so you can take three feet of cock down your throat. And yeah, I can make it so you can take enough cum to make you look like that without exploding. I can do fucking anything.”

“That's nice. Where did my clothing go?”

“I made it go away when I started fuckin' your face.” She shrugged. “I mean, would you rather it have been wrecked? You've still got class later, after all.”

“I think that this,” she slapped the taught skin of her belly, “is going to be a bit of a bigger obstacle for that.”

“Pft, it's gone.” And so it was. Silver was standing upright, clothed and clean. “Anyway, you haven't answered my question, miss.” She jabbed Silver firmly in the boob. How was it?”

“Well,” Silver blushed. “It, uh, wasn't exactly... unpleasant.”

“Aaaaaaand?” Screwball grinned.

“And I wouldn't be averse to doing it again. Now can we go to class?”

Screwball clapped, squealing with delight. “Oh, yes! Hahaha!” She threw her arms around Silver, drawing her into a tight hug. “You are gonna be the best fucktoy ever, Silvy! I promise, you'll fucking love being raped and raped and raped until your capability for rational thought beyond a desire for more sex is completely destroyed!”

“Uh.”

“Oh, but before you leave, there's one last thing I need to do.” She shoved Silver away, holding her by the shoulders at arm's length. “We need to fix your fashion sense. What you've got on now is simply too frumpy to be acceptable! You dress like someone's eighty year old grandmother!”

Silver blushed and crossed her arms. “I do not!”

“Oh, please, a long sleeved shirt and baggy jeans? I bet you've got granny panties on under all that too. No, we're going to have to completely overhaul your outfit from the ground up. I'm thinking no shoes. Shoes are lame and gay. As for your pants, they don't show nearly enough skin. How about some Daisy Dukes instead. No, no, no,” she frowned at the glorified panties that had replaced what Silver had been wearing before.

“Skimpier! Like a denim thong! And a few sizes too small, too, so it rides up in your buttcrack and your cunt so people can get a good look. Wait, no, don't make it smaller, better idea. Let's make your butt bigger. No, bigger. Bigger, dammit. I'm talking broodmother levels here. Woah, okay, no, too big. Bit silly looking for day-to-day life. I mean, could be fun to fuck an ass bigger than I am. Yeah, that's more reasonable. Ghetto, but realistically ghetto. Now, for your top. Hmmm.” She crossed an arm across her body, resting the elbow of the other arm in its hand and tapping her lips, her face contorted in an exaggerated thoughtful expression.

“The arms can stay. Actually, no, make them tighter. Show off your slender, athletic arms. Yeah, like that. The hem, though. Yeah, that's gonna need some work. Tight sweaters can be sexy, but they're a lazy shortcut that nerds with big boobs use to look hot. We can do better. Take that bottom hem up. No, higher, midriff is nice, but let's get some underboob. More underboob. More, dammit, I wanna see some nipple. Okay, hold on, I see the problem. Tits ain't big enough. Let's just fix that, I'm thinking about head sized would be a good default? Yeah, that looks good. We can always make 'em bigger if we wanna. Oh, and while we're at it let's just tuck in that tummy a bit, give you a six-pack annnnnd a little bit of plush over that. Some nice cushioning~ And now let's just plunge that neckline. Lower. Lowerrrrrrr I wanna see some areola on the top as well. Hm. Actually, no, that kind of looks silly with the full arms. Would look better as a tube top no I didn't mean to actually make it a tube top let's just go back to before I fucked with the neckline. God damn. Finicky bullshit.” She frowned. “Know what? Fuck the neckline. Let's just open the top up, like a jacket, and put that tubetop from before under it. Yesssssss, that looks good.” She gave Silver Spoon a thumbs up. “Now you look like a class-A cumdumpster!”

“I kinda don't want to look like a class-A cumdumpster.”

“Oh, you say that, but you're gonna enjoy this. I promise! Now go on, get to class! Show off your new sexy bod and maybe fuck a few dudes!”

“Can I at least have some shoes?”

“No! Shoes are lame and gay, weren't you listening? “

Silver sighed with exasperation. “Look, going barefoot all day would be more feasible if we went to school in Appleoosa, but this is Trotsford. Urban environment, lots of concrete.”

“Do you really think I'd make you go barefoot and not give you feet that can take walking barefoot on concrete all day?”

“But-”

“The only butt I wanna hear about is yours, getting ploughed by a well hung stallion! You need the practice to properly service your mistress, pet~” She gave Silver a good shove. “Now get going! The lecture starts in ten minutes and we're only directly outside of the lecture hall! If we don't hurry, we'll be late, and Tiara might fail!”

“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!”

2 - In which Miss Screwball introduces herself to society and attends a lecture on basic economics

“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.