Author's Note
Author's Note by B_25
Bloody fantastic!
Okay. No blood in this one. But fantastic a hundred percent! Clops is envied when it comes to concise prose… but it’s his characters that steal the show. I suffer from a condition where my characters speak and feel and sound the same. Perhaps everyone is me—just wearing different masks.
It’s why I envy people like Clops. Someone able to make every character feel real via the connotations of their dialogue alone. This is a subtle lewd fic. What does that mean? It means elements of lewd are here, sure, but everything is suggestive instead of execution. Leaving everything pent up to the mind and teasing the imagination.
And this fucker nailed the balance.
From Rarity’s quips about the qualities of being a lady to Twilight’s plan to steal the show… damn. Just damn! Where I would have gone and found a way to make everything a sexy bit in following the same beats—Clops stays faithful to the image, injecting his brand of storytelling to the picture, keeping his promise to the suggestive greatness to the art… without giving anything more away.
Another interpretation of inspiration.
This is a fic I’ll keep in mind in my own works.
And you should too.
Ta-Da!
Pressence
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“All ready girls?” Rarity smiled over her shoulder.
“You betcha! Can’t wait to get more use out of these pom poms!”
“Pinkie, went you just throwing a party with them last week?” A grumpy apple farming Pony groused from near the back of the pack of cheerleaders.
“Those are my everyday pom poms, these are my special occasion pom poms, duh!”
“Awww, lighten up AJ. We get to be the center of attention at a Ponyville Pillagers goofball halftime show!” Rainbow Dash zipped forward on her outstretched wings, peeking through the drawn curtains toward the roaring field and cried just outside. “Didn’t think you’d get so nervous about showing off some stunts.”
“It h’ain’t me who’s nervous,” Applejack sighed, soaring a glance to the butter-yellow pegasus currently in the process of trying to Myrtle with the stadium tunnel wall. “Not every pony has made a goshdurn career outta flipping her tail up and showing her stuff in front of the whole dang county!”
Rainbow blushed, getting the hem of her cheerleading skirt and pulling it downwards as much as she could. “Just what are you implying?”
“What I’m saying is that them there Wonderbolts regalia has been gettin’ mighty tight this past season. “
"That isn’t my decision! Spitfire loves to show off the junk in her trunk!”
“Uh-huh, strange that you are the centrefold in all them magazines still!”
“Hey! Sports Hoofistrated is a legitimate periodical! Don’t get all snorty just ‘cuz you caught your brother in his room with my edition jer-”
“GIRLS!” The final voice in the group barked, shaking her head with annoyance. “I know you’re both nervous, but now is neither the time not place for these antics.” Twilight sighed before trusting her hair back into a ponytail.
“R-r-remind me again why we’re doing this…” Fluttershy peeped, peeking out from between her long pink bangs, which had been converted into a makeshift curtain for her to hide her face behind.
“Because it’s super-duper fun, silly!” Pinkie was starting to bounce off of the sides of the tunnel, getting dangerously close to reaching ‘peak-pink’.
“Because we promised the hoofball team,” Twilight interjected, placing eyeblack under her eyes as she did so, “we told those colts that if they managed to get a collective score of 90% or higher on all six of our classes, we’d dress up as cheerleaders and do a routine for the big homecoming game.”
“I wouldna guessed them knuckleheads had it in ’em.” Applejack moaned, taking off her stetson and hanging it on a nearby hook.
“Really darling, you underestimate the lengths to which a stallion will go for the sight of a mare’s plot.” Rarity grinned, even as she ignited her horn to fix the hem of one of her skirt’s many pleats. “Particularly one as fine as my own.”
“And that’s another thing, what in tarnation is up with these lycra undershorts?” Applejack grunted, lifting her rear-left leg somewhat uncomfortably. “They’re stretchy, sure - but boy howdy do they snug up into every crevice.” The freckled-orange face was coated with a rather red shade of embarrassment. “Feels way more embarassin’ than wearing nothing at all!”
“Well, a lady must be able to promise much, while revealing little.” Rarity tittered, flicking her purple-blue tail from side to side, experimenting with what angle she should lift her skirt. “And Twilight needed something stretchy for her big finish!”
“Rarity!” Twilight hissed through her teeth, waving her arms. “That’s supposed to be a surprise.”
“I didn’t say anything, darling!”
Rainbow Dash whirled back from the curtain, striding right up into the alicorn’s face. “What, are you changing the routine we practiced, Sparkle?” Rainbow frowned. “Trying to steal the limelight by altering the show on your own, huh? You know what we call that in the wonderbolts?”
Twilight backed up against the tunnel wall, her lycra-clad rump being pressed into the concrete under the withering questioning from the fiery pegasus. “....uh…. Initiative?”
“We call it treason.”
“Dashie, you changed the Wonderbolts routine last week so you could rainboom over the Manehattan statue of liberty last week!” Pinkie asked with an arched eyebrow, head tilted. “It was in all the papers.”
“That wasn’t really a change, so much as a tweak, OK?” Rainbow rolled her eyes, but backed off of Twilight. “Just promise that I get to do the final she-bang with the rainboom, alright?”
Twilight grinned. “I promise Rainbow, I’ll just be filling the background, nothing more!”
“That’s our cue!” Rarity squealed with excitement as a fog-horn like blast filled the arena just outside, and the roar of the crowd reached a new fever pitch.
Twilight had indeed planned to steal the spotlight from Rainbow. Well, not so much steal as share the spotlight.
It wasn’t that she wanted attention in the way that the sparky little firebrand did - few ponies could really match the blue racehorse’s need for external assurance that she was the awesomest pony on four hooves… but she’d been irked by the ay that Rainbow had teased her about not having enough presence at public events.
IT might have just been a passing comment at their last girls-night-out, but during Rainbow’s half-drunken tirade she’d set herself up as the paragon of public life and interacting with fans that Twilight should aspire to.
Twilight was an alicorn princess, thank you very much. And she was ready to rub Rainbow’s nose in it.
Throw in the fact that her family, including her brother, sister-in-law, and niece would be present… as well as the chief of the Society for Magical Experimentation… and the Princesses of the Sun and Moon… and the stake were raised even further.
The timing was almost too perfect - just a few weeks before she’d discovered and re-invigorated an entire branch of magic around expanding size and presence. It was no easy task. From her research, the complicated thalamic networks and biological considerations had meant that not even Clover the Clever had been able to manage more than the odd appendage expansion (though the texts neglected to mention just which appendages had been grown).
But Twilight had done it - created a whole new field of magic. And she was ready to wow the crowd with a fantastic finish to their cheerleading routine that would go down in the history books for millennia.
And rub Rainbow’s muzzle in her ‘presence’.
…
So it was that after a rousing set of twirls, flourishes, leaps and soaring… set to the modern sensual rhythms of the latest Sapphire Shores single... the raucous cheers of the whole student body, the town of Ponyville, and the visiting nobility, burst forth.
Almost too quickly, the sweating mares had flown through their dance and were reaching the end of their routine.
Coy flashes of panties and seductive strutting were the aims of the last demonstrative positioning, with five of the world-famous teacher-heroes planning to finish their bawdy routine by, in unison, turning away from the crowd and flicking their rear ends up in a most suggestive pose… while Rainbow Dash would put an exclamation mark on the even with an overhead rainboom.
Twilight stirred her horn at just this moment, gathering the thaumic energy needed to expand her body. She’d planned to grow to three or four times her size, larger than any pony known on record, even the infamously clumsy Troubleshoes.
Unfortunately for Twilight, she had not considered what the impact of a nearby sonic rainboom might have had on the delicate thaumic field.
In moments, the buildup of energy around the rapidly accelerating pegasus swelled through the complex matrix, powering her horn at a nearly exponential level.
The sensation was strange, much different than her experiments with the spell… every single one of her muscles, bones, sinews, organs… all growing massively at the same rate. Strangely, she felt more like the world itself was shrinking away from her than her own size increasing.
Dimly, through the rush of the pounding blood in her ears and the creaking pops of her joints, she heard the roar of the crowd turn into stunned gasps… she felt the bumping of her friends’ bodies against her own as she quickly expanded and overtook their personal space. A dull thump against her plot was felt as Rainbow careened into her at speed, sinking partway into her squishy flesh as she did so.
The lycra shorts and magically imbued cheerleading outfit had managed to hold, stretching and straining outwards but growing with her own size increase, instead of shredding off of her body as might otherwise be expected. With a hideous, creaking crack, the small wooden stage upon which they had been performing gave way and collapsed into a pile of flinders under her multi-ton plot.
Then it was all over.
She’d easily grown to the size of a 200-foot tall pony, pretty much large enough to cross the entire hoofball field in only two strides.
She could feel Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity pinned under her enormous squishy thighs. Dash was currently in the process of trying to retrieve the latter from her fleshy prison.
PInkie crept up over the curved globe of her right asscheek, a giant smile on her face as she let loose a crazy, overly-excited laugh.
A stunned Twilight looked over her shoulder with trepidation at the whole crowd - her friends, family, colleagues… who had all been given a front-row seat to her completely exposed, lycra-covered, gigantically magnified plot. At that moment, Twilight could feel the tight green inseams of the shorts where they traced in and along her most delicate folds, hugging the outline and central creases of her mound… and snugly gripping around the fat ring of her tail hole.
There was really nothing left to the imagination.
She could feel tears of embarrassment growing in her eyes as she looked among the shocked crowd, students, family, friends, neighbours… all pouring over her most intimate bits, now magnified to tremendous size.
Then, she heard her brother.
“Three cheers for Equestria’s largest princess-plot!”
With that, the entire crowd exploded into a fanfare. Every pony cheered and waved their flags, yelling and hooting with abandon at the sight of the princess of magic’s completely exposed macro-scale butt.
Some ponies argued with each other about the giant tush’s best features, be they the plumpness of her glutes, the swell of her mound, the colour of her dock’s fur, or the roundness of her tailhole’s bulge.
The hoofball team cheered and slapped one another on their backs, proud of their accomplishment and the confirmation of much of their internal team discussions about which of their teachers truly had the best bottom.
Up in the stands, Celestia and Luna grumped slightly - sad that in mere moments the rankings of royal rumps had been overturned forever. Both were already making plans in their own minds about ways to show off their own regal rears to combat the expected shift of public opinion toward the princess of magic.
Flashbulbs exploded and shattered as newspaper ponies shot their film, capturing for all time and the history books the exact number of wrinkles present on the princess’s royal rosebud. Many stallions had to cease their clapping and ashamedly bring their hooves to cover their laps, becoming the target of teasing elbow pokes from their marefriends and wives.
Even Shining Armor and Night Light had to endure the disappointed looks of their special somepony’s with resigned shrugs as they attempted and failed to hide their shameful reactions to Twilight’s beautiful exposure.
Twilight could only blush and sit there on display.
But, at least, she’d shown Rainbow Dash just how much ‘public presence’ she could bring to bear.
