Diamond Tiara stomped down the long hallways of the mansion’s East wing, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She hadn’t let the Cutie Mark Crusaders see her cry; she never would forgiven herself for that. Silver Spoon hadn’t seen the tears in her eyes either; Diamond had stormed off by herself, leaving her sidekick to awkwardly slink away from the CMC.
There was a part of Diamond - buried deep, smothered into near-total silence - that wanted Silver Spoon to see her cry. She’d always kept her minion at arm’s length, and becoming so vulnerable in front of her would surely bring them closer…
But Diamond Tiara wasn’t going to let herself be weak. Not even in front of her closest friend. Her upbringing had promoted strength - or the appearance of it - in all things. That was why she’d spent more than a decade antagonizing Applebloom, Fluttershy, and Sweetie Belle. Backing down or changing her behavior would be weak.
Which is not to say that it had always gone well. It had rarely gone well, in fact; the CMC were accomplished, trusted throughout the community, and connected with the Elements of Harmony. Waving her wealth in their faces didn’t intimidate them; most of the time it barely even managed to piss them off. This evening she genuinely thought she’d get them - by showing off her twenty-first birthday present.
Some years ago, Diamond Tiara had watched with dismay as all three Cutie Mark Crusaders developed larger busts than her. Of course they’d never made a big deal out of it… but every time Diamond saw them, it felt like they were rubbing her face in it. She’d had vivid dreams where they’d loomed over her with their huge tits, laughing cruelly. And that was why, for her twenty-first birthday, she’d asked her parents for a boob job.
And her new tits looked amazing; a daily infusion of magic kept the implants big, perky, and gravity-defying. They were better than the real thing, and - per Diamond’s specifications - bigger than Applebloom’s, who was herself the biggest in the CMC.
Today, she’d shown them off for the first time. Silver Spoon had practically been drooling over them, but it wasn’t her opinion that Diamond Tiara cared about. When she’d presented her fresh E-cups to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, she’d hoped to see dismay, or jealousy, or anger. But she’d barely gotten a reaction at all; Applebloom and Sweetie Belle had told her that her new tits “looked good,” and Scootaloo had muttered something about “daddy’s money.”
And somehow that had done it. Diamond Tiara hadn’t even heard the whole remark, and she doubted that it had even been that cutting. But the scorn in Scootaloo’s eyes, and the barely disguised pity in Applebloom and Sweetie Belle’s, had somehow cut her to the core. Her facade shattered instantly and she ran off, tits bouncing, until she was back home.
It was late enough that both of Diamond Tiara’s parents would be asleep. And since she essentially had the mansion to herself, Diamond was free to indulge in something that she might normally consider childish. She turned off the overhead light; the lamp by her bedside gave off just enough light to set the perfect mood.
Her closet was a huge, walk-in affair, bigger than most ponies’ bedrooms. And deep in the back of it, neatly boxed up, was a dollhouse. Diamond Tiara retrieved it, unboxed it, and set it down on the plush carpet of her bedroom.
In its “dormant” state, the dollhouse seemed to be nothing special. Just an old-fashioned house, sparsely furnished, about as tall as Diamond Tiara’s knees. And if that was all there was to the thing, it wouldn’t have been much of a gift for a pony of her status. But this dollhouse was special.
Diamond Tiara placed her palms on the sloped roof of the dollhouse, awakening its magical properties. A change flowed through the miniature home; its empty rooms were filled with intricately detailed furnishings. Rocking chairs, drapes, little cookware, everything you’d expect to see in a home. The detail went even deeper; Diamond knew from experience that if she reached down and turned on one of the tiny faucets, it would begin pouring water. Not real water - it would disappear if you actually tried to drink it - but a magical facsimile that acted the same and even felt wet to the touch. Everything in the house was just as faithful to reality; she could pick up a chair, crush it in her hand, and watch it splinter convincingly. And if she regretted it, the slightest thought would make the chair reform into perfect condition. The whole dollhouse could do that, in fact; she’d repeatedly crushed the whole thing to rubble and watched it build itself back up.
Another fun feature was the dollhouse’s inhabitants. There weren’t any at the moment, but the dollhouse was attuned to Diamond’s desires. All she needed to do was wish for it, and the dollhouse would populate itself with tiny little pony people. She could give them roles and simple personalities to facilitate imaginative play… and she could even give them the appearances and personalities of ponies she knew. Not a full simulation of the actual pony, but close enough.
And there was one more feature, no less impressive than the last. At Diamond’s command, the dollhouse sank into the carpet, leaving behind a patch of miniature green grass that spread all throughout her bedroom. From that wide carpet of grass, familiar trees, houses and hills sprang up - and soon Diamond Tiara’s whole bedroom floor was a model of Ponyville.
Now this was what Diamond Tiara wanted. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d used her dollhouse to blow off some steam; when you were feeling weak, there was nothing like a tiny town to make you feel absolutely invincible.
Diamond Tiara stood up, wiping tears from her eyes, already feeling better. She lifted one foot, wiggled her toes inside her pale blue sock, and brought her heel down right on top of a random building. It broke convincingly under her foot, and little ponies cane tumbling out, screaming in terror.
The tiny ponies weren’t anyone in particular, just generic people who responded realistically to the destruction. She lifted her foot and brought it down again, this time crushing both ponies underfoot as they tried to escape.
Of course, they weren’t really crushed - the dollhouse was meant for children, and there were limits on how much violence its illusions could depict. When she lifted her foot, the ponies were lying flat, moaning and twitching, clearly still “alive.” Even as a child, Diamond Tiara had often tested the limits of the dollhouse’s violence - and as an adult, her cruelty had become more focused.
It was still fun to start off with a little senseless, random destruction. With a sinister grin spreading in her face, Diamond Tiara crushed on a few more buildings, stomping down with heavy steps, then kicked over city hall for good measure. A tiny Mayor Mare rolled out of the rubble, but Diamond paid her no mind. She had specific ponies in mind, and the mayor wasn’t one of them.
Carousel Boutique was only a couple steps away, but Diamond Tiara approached slowly, crushing everything in her path. Stores, homes, restaurants, all populated with little ponies that screamed and ran as Diamond crushed and kicked everything into ruin.
And finally she stood before Carousel Boutique. Like the original dollhouse, it only came up to Diamond’s knees - taller than most buildings, but still small enough that it could be crushed without much effort. Growling, fighting back tears, she pushed the building over with one foot and stomped it into splinters. Rarity and Sweetie Belle lay among the rubble, writhing a moaning in pain, and Diamond dropped to her knees to observe them more closely. She brushed Rarity aside and lifted Sweetie Belle, holding her between thumb and forefinger. She scowled at the tiny mare, pressing the thumb of her other hand against Sweetie Belle’s boobs. “Not so big now,” she muttered.
Diamond Tiara frowned. This wasn’t cathartic, not yet… things needed to be a little more personal. She dropped Sweetie Belle into the rubble and willed Carousel Boutique to reassemble, watching as the broken building pieced itself together.
“All right, let’s try this again!” she said, placing the ball of her foot on the tip of the boutique’s flagpole and applying slow downward pressure. The flagpole snapped, and the spire beneath it crumbled. Diamond Tiara carefully ground her foot down into the top floor of the structure, grinning wider as she felt metal twisting and plaster cracking under her foot. “Hey Sweetie Belle!” she called out, “Can you come out and play?”
A tiny Sweetie Belle leaned out of the window and stared up at Diamond Tiara in shock and horror. “D-diamond Tiara?! she shrieked, “What are you doing? How are you so big?”
Diamond Tiara cackled, absolutely delighted by Sweetie Belle’s fear and confusion. The little Sweetie Belle doll didn’t seem to remember that her house had just been crushed and reassembled; her simulated memories had “reset” themselves along with the building. That was one of the fun little features of the dollhouse; Diamond could reset the scenario as many times as she liked, inflicting her cruelty on a freshly terrified victim.
“I’m not big,” said Diamond Tiara, wiggling her toes amongst the rubble of the top floor. “You’re just tiny and powerless!” She applied a little pressure, cracking the ceiling above Sweetie Belle’s head. “If I were you, I’d be careful what you said to someone bigger and stronger than you… but then, you were never very careful about that, were you, Sweetie Belle?”
Down in the little boutique, Sweetie Belle cowered. “I- I’m sorry, Diamond Tiara!” she said. I shouldn’t have said those things…”
“Oh, now you’re sorry?” growled Diamond Tiara. “You weren’t sorry back when we were foals… you weren’t sorry when you started growing bigger tits than me… you weren’t sorry when I… showed off my boob job…”
Diamond’s voice faltered slightly. Now that she was saying all this out loud, she was starting to realize that she didn’t have an especially strong case against the CMC. She’d shown off her tits, expecting… what? For the three of them to be jealous? They’d never seemed to care that much about their chest sizes. Of course they were never going to give her the reaction she wanted. Why did she go off and get this boob job just to impress three girls she hated? How could she be so stupid?
Diamond Tiara felt tears welling up in her eyes. Crying in front of her dolls would be, in some ways, more humiliating that crying in front of real ponies - so she did what she always did when negative emotions began to overtake her: she turned them outward. She leaned all her weight on her foot, crushing Carousel Boutique flat once more. “Now you’re sorry?” she repeated, grinding her foot into the rubble. “Now that I’m big, and you’re scared of me?” She lifted her foot and stomped it down hard, shaking the floor of her bedroom. “I was always better than you, Sweetie Belle! You and your stupid friends! I was more popular, richer, prettier…” She stomped again. “Now I’m huge and I have giant tits! And you’ve got nothing! It’s too late to be sorry!”
Panting, she lifted her foot and looked down at the pastel rubble. If this had been the real Carousel Boutique and not a magical dollhouse, that sort of destruction would have left no survivors - but the Rarity and Sweetie Belle dolls were merely bruised and banged up as they crawled out from the rubble.
“Sweetie Belle,” groaned Rarity, “Darling, we are completely at Diamond Tiara’s mercy… please, you must beg her forgiveness before she does something even worse to us…”
Sweetie Belle got on her knees, staring fearfully upward at Diamond Tiara. Her casual clothes were badly ripped up, exposing the pink bra beneath her shredded shirt and the matching panties under her torn dress. The magical dolls were wonderfully detailed, so close to the real thing…
“Please,” begged Sweetie Belle, “please, Diamond Tiara, I'm so sorry… you were always cooler than us! We were just jealous because your family’s rich and your house is way nicer than any of ours!”
The behavior of the magical dolls was based more on what Diamond Tiara wanted than what she knew was realistic. She didn’t actually know if Sweetie Belle had always been secretly jealous of her, but she’d always suspected it. It was what she wanted to hear - and now she was hearing it in Sweetie Belle’s own voice, and it felt good.
“That’s right,” said Diamond Tiara. “You know, you could have told me this years ago, Sweetie Belle! We could have been friends!”
“Please forgive me!” wailed Sweetie Belle. “I want to be your friend, Diamond Tiara! I want to follow you everywhere and do whatever you tell me to!”
“Well, that’s the right attitude,” said Diamond Tiara. “But you’ve got a lot to answer for. For starters… tell me what you think of my new tits!”
“They’re amazing!” said Sweetie Belle. “I should have told you that before. You’re more beautiful than ever, Diamond Tiara. I know I’ll never be as beautiful as you!”
“Is that all?” asked Diamond Tiara. “I think you need to get a closer look so you can really appreciate them.” She dropped to her knees - shaking up the rubble pile and its occupants - then leaned forward to dangle her giant boobs above Sweetie Belle. The little doll trembled in the shadow of Diamond Tiara’s tits - and cringed when the huge girl slammed her breasts down on top of her.
“There we go!” said Diamond Tiara. She leaned forward, putting as much weight on her boobs as possible. Sweetie Belle was pinned beneath them, with only her head poking out - and Rarity was completely buried under her tits. “Okay” said DT, shimmying her upper body to grind her breasts into the rubble, “Now what do you think of my new boobs?”
“They’re… perfect…” groaned Sweetie Belle. “Go ahead and crush me with your tits, Diamond Tiara… I deserve it…”
DT felt a pulse of arousal go through her pussy. Now she was getting somewhere. Her enemy was powerless, tiny, struggling under her tits and begging to be punished… it was a pretty huge turn-on, and it was exactly what she needed to turn around the awful day she’d been having. And smushing an enemy beneath her boobs was good, but she knew how to make it even better…
“You think you deserve to get crushed under my boobs?” asked Diamond Tiara, lifting her chest off the ground. “No way. These things were expensive! Why would I waste them on crushing someone as worthless as you? No, if I’m gonna crush you… I’ll do it like this.”
Diamond Tiara stood up, taking a moment to loom menacingly over the ruins of Carousel boutique before raising her foot once more. Then she brought her foot back down - slowly, but firmly - until her toes were just an inch from Sweetie Belle’s face.
“This is what you deserve, Sweetie Belle,” said Diamond Tiara. “You get to be underfoot, like a miserable worm.” She brought her foot down on Sweetie Belle, smoothing the little mare beneath the pale blue fabric of her sock.
Diamond Tiara turned her ankle, grinding the ball of her foot into the rubble. The real Sweetie Belle would have been absolutely flattened by the motion, but the doll just squirmed and whimpered, struggling helplessly against the sole of Diamond Tiara’s massive foot.
The feeling of the tiny body squirming beneath her sock sent a shudder through her body - and that feeling stayed in her pussy, along with a growing warmth and wetness. This came as no surprise; Diamond Tiara had had loads of fun tormenting tiny ponies over the years, and that “fun” had developed, over time, into something more adult. She didn’t always pull the dollhouse out of the closet when she wanted to pleasure herself - but when she touched herself, her fantasies tended to involve helpless victims beneath her feet.
“That’s good,” said Diamond Tiara. “Let me feel you wriggle and squirm down there, Sweetie Belle. That’s what you’re good for! You’re a little toy for me to play with… and if you’re lucky… I’ll let you tickle my huge feet and… mmfff…” she reached beneath her skirt and rubbed the front of her panties… “and make my pussy wet…”
She leaned on one foot, putting all her weight on Sweetie Belle. “Does that make you feel good?” she asked. “You’re good for one thing… the more you suffer under my foot, the more turned on I get! Doesn’t that make you happy, Sweetie Belle? It’d be worth it to get squished flat if it helped me cum. Isn’t that right?”
She lifted her foot a bit, just enough to get a look at Sweetie Belle. The tiny mare was covered in dust, groaning weakly, but still intact; she bore only superficial scrapes and bruises despite the brutal torment she’d been subjected to. “Diamond Tiara,” she groaned, “whatever you need to do to me, please do it… crush me, destroy me, I want to give my life to help you cum…”
Diamond Tiara brought her foot back down, grinding it into the rubble again. “Yes, that’s exactly right!” she proclaimed, rubbing her crotch with increased fervor. “You should have done that from the start! Offered yourself up… surrendered your body and soul for my pleasure… we could have been friends! I bet we would have been, if it weren’t for Scootaloo and her… big mouth…”
Diamond Tiara frowned. Tormenting Sweetie Belle suddenly didn’t seem like much fun - not when Scootaloo was still out there. She was the one who’d mouthed off. Diamond Tiara’s “playtime” wouldn’t be satisfying unless the little pegasus got her punishment too.
“Listen, Sweetie Belle,” said Diamond Tiara, “I’m done with you, all right? You did fine, but I need to go get Scootaloo and do the same to her.” She stepped back, freeing Sweetie Belle from under her foot. “Got anything to say about that?”
“We all deserve it,” groaned Sweetie Belle. “We never should have said anything bad about you, or laughed at you, or made you feel small… whatever you want to do to us, we deserve it!”
That put a cruel smile on Diamond Tiara’s face. The magical dollhouse made much more sense than the outside world. Out there, she could usually get ponies to do what she wanted, if she told them who her father was… but not always. The dolls always did what they were supposed to - with just a little push, they fell in line every time.
“All right, dollhouse,” said Diamond Tiara, casting her eyes over the miniature Ponyville. “Time for a trip to Scootaloo’s house! It must be…” she raised her arm, pointing her outstretched finger at the edge of the tiny town. Then, frowning, she turned in a slow circle, pointing at various buildings as her gaze passed over them. “It’s, uh…”
She stopped turning, letting her arm fall to her side. “I have no idea where Scootaloo lives,” she said. For a brief moment, she had the ridiculous idea of asking the tiny Sweetie Belle - but that wouldn’t get her anywhere, of course. The dolls were just reflections of her own mind, and didn’t know anything Diamond Tiara didn’t.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” DT sighed. “Pegasi sometimes live in cloud houses, right? Probably a small one… Scootaloo has that poor-person vibe. Okay, dollhouse, gimme a little… cloud cottage, I guess?”
Clouds coalesced in front of Diamond Tiara, shaping themselves into a little house floating at chest level. “All right, Scootaloo,” she said, “Let’s see what you think of these tits now.”
She grasped the floating house with both hands and hugged it to her chest, wedging it into her cleavage. “Daddy’s money got me a pair of tits bigger that this little cloud house of yours!”
“...or, uh, wherever you actually live...” she muttered.
Diamond Tiara’s tits were blocking the front door, so Scootaloo couldn’t get out that way - but the disturbance brought the pegasus to a second-floor window. The Scootaloo doll leaned out and stared up at Diamond Tiara, goggling dumbly at her size.
“There you are!” said Diamond Tiara. “Have you changed your mind about my tits, now that they’re bigger than your house? Might have cost more than your house too!” She held the cloud house tighter, making the puffy walls bend inward. “Let’s see… how hard do I have to squeeze a cloud house before it evaporates?”
“No, stop!” yelled Scootaloo. “Please! I’m sorry, Diamond Tiara, I shouldn’t have laughed at your tits! They’re so beautiful, they’re so big… I was just jealous! I wanted to have big boobs like yours!”
“Oh, you’ll never have boobs this big,” sneered Diamond Tiara. “Just getting to see these beauties is more than you deserve! That’s the downside of having incredible tits… any piece of trash can look at them. If I had my way, ponies like you would have to avert their eyes.”
She pushed her tits together, constructing the cloud house’s walls. “Actually,” said Diamond Tiara thoughtfully, “having your house crushed by my tits is probably still too good for you. Let’s try something else…”
Holding the cloud house in one hand, she brought it down to her crotch and rubbed its pillow-soft walls against the dark, wet surface of her panties. “Ooh, this is nice!” she sighed. “Are those cloud walls soaking up my pussy juice? Ahh, maybe I should let you keep your house, but just leave it smelling like my big, dripping pussy…”
She rubbed the little house against her pussy a few more times, grinding herself against it - but her arousal eventually plateaued. This was fun, but there was an itch it was failing to scratch. It wasn’t enough to dominate her rivals or use them for her pleasure; she needed to punish them. Hurt them. Only cruelty would give her the release she wanted.
She lifted the cloud house up to the level of her shoulder and hurled it downward, spiking it on the simulated grass of the miniature Ponyville. That impact finally broke the little house, dissipating into vapor and spilling its contents onto the ground. And among the scattered, broken furniture, Scootaloo dragged herself into view.
“What a shitty little house,” said Diamond Tiara. “Flimsy cloud walls and chintzy furniture… I don’t blame you for being jealous of me.”
She lifted her foot and brought her heel down on Scootaloo, grinding her tiny body into the miniature grass. “But you shouldn’t have tried to make yourself feel big by sneering at my perfect tits! Ponies like you should grovel -“ she stomped the ground again, hammering her heel into the struggling Scootaloo. “-and beg-“ she stomped again, “for the right to even look at me!”
She stopped, panting from exertion. Scootaloo was still squirming beneath her heel, thrashing helplessly, tickling the underside of her foot - and the sensation was sending an intense pulse straight to her pussy. Those tiny, struggling arms tugging at the fabric of her sock… those flapping wings, helpless to move the immense weight of her foot… it felt so good. Relishing the absolute power she had over Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara snuck one hand into her panties and started to finger her clit. The harder Scootaloo fought beneath her feet, the more Diamond Tiara’s pussy juice flowed over her fingers.
She could make herself cum here and now, with just her fingers and the tiny trapped pegasus tickling her heel. She sighed happily and closed her eyes… but in the darkness behind her eyelids, she saw a vision of something that shattered her focus.
Applebloom’s big, perfect tits. Natural farm-girl tits, standing firm on her lean, supple body. Diamond Tiara has never seen Applebloom naked, but she could see her vividly in her mind’s eye. That crisp yellow flesh, those fat orange nipples, dripping with sweat… Diamond Tiara’s pussy clenched, and she bit down hard on her lip keep herself from cumming.
She hated Applebloom. There was no other word for this pounding in her chest and this heat in her loins. Diamond Tiara had spent years staring at Applebloom’s giant boobs, imagining how it would feel to squeeze and pinch and lick them… and now, even though she had an even bigger set of tits, those thoughts weren’t going away.
There was only one solution - She had to smash that stupid farm into splinters and grind the busty little farmpony into the dirt. Once she completely dominated Applebloom, these feelings would finally go away.
She lifted her foot off of Scootaloo and walked away without a word. It was only a few short strides over to the Apple family farm and the field of apple trees surrounding it, but Diamond Tiara took out her frustrations on nearly every building in her way. “Applebloom!” she bellowed, as her foot crushed Sugarcube Corner into splinters. “I’m coming for you!”
The dollhouse’s magic reacted to her intentions, animating a little Applebloom that looked out the window of the Apple family farmhouse. She was too small and distant to hear, but Diamond Tiara watched her jump each time she stomped another building and ground its rubble into the dirt. “You see this?” cackled Diamond Tiara. “I’m going to enjoy doing this to you and your crummy little farmhouse! Everything your family worked sooooo hard to build is about to be even more worthless!” She thrust out her chest, throwing the shadow of her tits over the farmhouse. “And we’ll see if your big, natural boobs can save you!”
It occurred to Diamond Tiara that that was a pretty odd thing for a rampaging giantess to say - but it didn’t matter when she was stomping around in the tiny world the dollhouse created for her. In this world, Diamond Tiara was always in control - and everyone else just had to run and cower.
As Diamond Tiara’s booming footsteps came closer, Applebloom ducked into her house and out of sight. “Oh, there’s no hiding from me,” laughed Diamond Tiara. “Come on out and face the music, and I might just leave your house standing! Best deal you’re gonna get, trust me.”
Diamond Tiara sat down in front of the farmhouse, intentionally bringing her ass down hard in order to shake up Applebloom. “Okay, time’s up!” she announced. “I’m gonna crush your house with you inside it!”
Still seated, she extended her legs and bent them inward, so that the sole of each foot was pressing on either side of the farmhouse. She moved her feet slowly inward, causing the wooden walls to snap and creak.
“If I’m being honest,” said Diamond Tiara, “I was always going to smash up your house.” She brought one hand down in a tight fist, smashing the roof in. “Just in case you were feeling a little bit of false hope there, let me take that away. I’m going to punish you hard, Applebloom, and nothing you do is going to change that.” She pushed her feet inward again, caving in the walls of the farmhouse’s first floor. “Although… if you’re still feeling a sliver of hope, you could always try begging! I really doubt it’ll work, but it would be fun to see you try it.”
Diamond Tiara spotted movement through the hole she’d punched in the roof. Applebloom was in there, on her knees, staring up at her. Diamond Tiara grinned and puffed up her chest, emphasizing her superior bosom as she waited for Applebloom to speak.
“D-Diamond Tiara,” whimpered Applebloom, “I’m sorry! Please don’t wreck my family’s farm!”
“Oof,” said Diamond Tiara, “not off to a promising start. Ponies like you should be taught to beg properly! You live in my world, farm girl - even before today, I had enough power to wipe Sweet Apple Acres off the map any time I felt like it! You should have been ready to drop to your knees and beg for mercy since the first day you met me. Instead, you grew those big boobs and- and shoved them in my face!”
“I’m sorry!” Applebloom groveled, bowing her head inside the half-wrecked farmhouse. ”I shouldn’t have grown such big boobs, an’... I shouldn’t have shoved ‘em in your face… an’ made you feel small…”
Something about Applebloom’s voice - so fearful and so sincerely apologetic - put a lump on Diamond Tiara’s throat. For a second, she actually considered accepting Applebloom’s apology and showing her mercy. Strange as it sounded, she felt like doing that might actually make her feel better.
No, that wasn’t what she was here to do. The dollhouse was for acting out fantasies of power, not sappy narratives of reconciliation. And besides, she still had a wet, aching pussy to take care of. Being nice wasn’t going to help Diamond Tiara cum.
DT leaned forward until her tits rested on what was left of the roof. “That’s right,” she said. “You tried to make me feel small, Applebloom. And it almost worked! But unlike you and your friends, I have enough money to throw at any problem. I got these big tits…” she leaned back slightly, then forward again, slapping the roof with her bust and caving it in completely. The second floor, barely supported by the cracked walls beneath it, was completely exposed. “...And now I’m big all over!” She laughed and jabbed Applebloom’s chest with her index finger. “I can’t believeI used to think these tits were big.”
“Y-you always deserved to be bigger!” said Applebloom. “It wasn’t right of me to get so busty…”
“Finally someone saysit,” said Diamond Tiara. “Why is it always impossible to get people to acknowledge my natural greatness?”
Diamond Tiara snatched Applebloom out of the farmhouse, gripping down hard on the tiny, squirming mare. She stood up, feeling bigger than ever, and angled her clenched fist downward so that her captive could see the sorry state the farmhouse was in. The whole second story was smashed to bits, and Diamond Tiara’s feet had nearly caved in the first floor. It was visibly wobbling, ready to collapse on its own… but Diamond Tiara wanted to do the honors herself.
“Honestly, your begging isn’t half bad,” said Diamond Tiara. “But if I don’t crush your house, that would set a pretty dangerous precedent, don’t you think? I can’t let people’s words stop me from doing whatever I want to do, all the time! So…”
She lifted her foot as high as she could, holding it above the farmhouse until she was certain the anticipation was driving Applebloom crazy… and then she brought her foot down and smashed the house to bits.
“There!” said Diamond Tiara, over Applebloom’s whimpers. “Now, what do I want to do next? Revenge is great, but there’s something else I need to take care of…” With her free hand, she reached beneath her skirt and rubbed her damp crotch. “Maybe you can help me out, Applebloom! Sometimes I hear you blabber about special apples on your farm. Can you point me to them?”
Applebloom’s whole body was gripped in Diamond Tiara’s fist, so all she could do was turn her head in the direction of a certain patch of trees. Diamond Tiara nodded, then stepped away from the farmhouse and crouched by the miniature trees. The apples did seem “special” - some of them were odd colors, or a little shinier than normal. Diamond Tiara honestly had no idea whether Sweet Apple Acres’ special trees actually looked like this; the dollhouse created its scenery based on her memory and assumptions, which didn’t necessarily match reality.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was that these trees were important to the little Applebloom doll. “So these are the special trees, huh?” asked Diamond Tiara, brushing the fingers of one hand through the treetops. “Big moneymakers? As long as you still have these, you could probably keep the farm, rebuild your home, undo all the damage I’ve done…”
Applebloom sniffled. “Y-yeah…” she said hesitantly. She was just a doll, but she was smart enough to know what was coming next.
Applebloom’s sorrow put a twinge in Diamond Tiara’s pussy and a cruel smile on her face. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to do that,” she said, “so let’s put these little trees to better use.”
She opened her fist and let Applebloom fall to the ground. The miniature mare landed on top of Diamond Tiara’s foot, trying in vain to grab onto the fabric of her sock as she rolled down and landed in front of her giant toes. Diamond Tiara lifted her foot, moved it forward a few inches, and slammed it right back down on Applebloom, trapping her beneath her toes. With both hands free, she wrapped her fingers around as many trees as she could - about a dozen - and wrenched them from the ground.
“There we go!” said Diamond Tiara. “I can use these big strong trees on my big wet pussy! How about that, Applebloom?” She leaned her weight on Applebloom, and the farmpony squirmed beneath her toes, groaning in misery. “Doesn’t that sound like a great idea? Don’t you agree that I should do whatever I want, whenever I want to, even if it ruins your pitiful life in the process?”
“Yes,” whimpered Applebloom, “you deserve to have everything you want… and I deserve to be punished…”
“That’s right!” said Diamond Tiara. “Make sure you squirm, Applebloom! I’m trying to cum, and I need to know you’re miserable down there!”
Diamond Tiara took one tree from the pile and held it against the front of her panties. “Ahh, that big strong trunk,” she sighed, rubbing it up and down along her slit. “Thanks for growing these trees for me, Applebloom! I’m going to have lots of fun with them…”
She rubbed the tree against the outside of her panties, pressing harder and rubbing faster, moaning as she stimulated herself - but she was too eager, too desperate to cum. The tree in her hand, too weak to handle her vigorous self-pleasure, snapped in half. Diamond Tiara lifted the two pieces to her face and frowned at them; they were too small to be useful, so she tossed them aside and picked out another tree.
“That one was kind of scrawny,” said Diamond Tiara, as she slipped her panties down her legs. “Really, I’m doing you a favor by getting rid of wimpy trees like that one.” Once her panties hit the floor, she deliberately nudged them towards Applebloom, so that the trapped mare was lying beneath her sodden panties and surrounded by the humid smell of her arousal. “Maybe this tree will hold up a little better…”
She ran the tree trunk up and down her slit, getting it slick with her pussy juice as she rubbed herself. Although the tree appeared rough, Diamond Tiara knew from experience that the dollhouse’s environments were never rough or sharp enough that you could actually hurt yourself on them. This was a safety feature, of course… but it also meant that the miniatures were excellent sex toys.
“Ahh, this one’s holding up a little better,” said Diamond Tiara. “What’d you use these apples for? Cider or jam or something… nngh… they’re dripping with my pussy juice now, so I don’t think you can do much with them now…”
She put her weight on the ball of her foot and twisted it back and forth, delighting in the helpless squirming of her victim. Her pussy quivered, finally approaching the climax she’d been putting off - and then, in her eagerness, she once again snapped the tree in half.
“Oh, damn it!” spat Diamond Tiara. “Your family grows some worthless trees, Applebloom.” She tossed the broken tree to the ground and grabbed another intact one. “Maybe I need a different approach…”
Diamond Tiara snapped the roots off the tree - and thanks to the dollhouse’s magic, the break was impossibly clean and smooth. She rubbed the end of it against her clit, very gently, sighing happily as she worked over the sensitive nub. She bounced her foot on Applebloom, lifting it slightly and bringing it down again before Applebloom had a chance to wriggle free.
She slid the tree inside herself, clenching her pussy around the trunk. It wasn’t quite as thick as the dildos in her bedside drawer, but it felt good going in - and it felt better and better as she worked it in and out.
“Ooh, this is going to do it,” said Diamond Tiara. “Do you have any idea how bad I need to cum, Applebloom? I was so excited to show off my tits to you and your little friends… and you were supposed to be impressed! You should have begged me to let you touch them… maybe if you were good, I would have taken off my shirt and let you suck on my nipples…”
Diamond Tiara reached down and grabbed another tree, slipping it into her pussy alongside the first one. She groaned, and her pussy quivered, as she took in the extra girth and fucked herself with it. “If you three had properly groveled, I was even going to let you lick my cunt,” she said. “You could have your face between my thighs, Applebloom… instead of beneath my foot.”
She pressed down hard on Applebloom, and the helpless mare’s squirming sent a shiver of pleasure up through Diamond Tiara’s leg and into her womanhood. “Girls like you should be lining up to pleasure me, Applebloom. It should be your life’s work to make me cum… and if you don’t give me what I need willingly, I’m going to smash up your house, crush your body under my foot, and fuck my pussy with your precious trees!”
Diamond Tiara grabbed another tree and wedged it into her pussy, stretching it wide around the three thick trunks. “Fuck, now this is good,” she groaned. “I think this is all I’m gonna need, so these are worthless now..” One foot still firmly on Applebloom, she lifted the other and brought it down on top of the nearby trees. All of them, the uprooted trees and the ones still standing, were turned to woodchips by the hammering force of Diamond Tiara’s heel. Diamond Tiara could hear Applebloom protesting beneath her foot, wailing at the loss of her precious trees - and at that sound, Diamond Tiara felt herself coming to the edge of climax. She twisted the ball of her foot, grinding Applebloom deeper into the earth, feeling her squirm with the last of her strength. “Oh, you don’t like that?” DT taunted, pumping the trees in and out of her pussy with growing speed. “What are you… nngh… crying for? This was all worthless to begin with! Your crummy little house… your trees… your big, bouncy tits…”
Diamond Tiara thrust the tree trunks deep inside herself, so deep that nothing but the tallest branches could be seen - and she finally came, gushing nectar down her thighs as the climax pounded at her body. Her clenching pussy walls contracted over and over, soon snapping the trees in half, and she struggled to remain standing as her legs trembled beneath her. But she stayed upright, keeping her foot on Applebloom, leaning her weight into the tiny, struggling pony. She needed to keep on dominating Applebloom - punishing her - up until the very end.
“You’re mine,” growled Diamond Tiara. “I’ll squash you flat… make you suffer… again and again… until you’re really… really… sorry!”
She slumped forward, panting, and finally fell to her knees. And in that same moment, the light in her room licked on, casting its illumination on her shameful state. She shrieked, rolling onto her bottom and covering her crotch as she turned to face the doorway.
Her mother was there. Naked. Spoiled Rich, Diamond Tiara had to admit, had a damn good body for her age; she knew for a fact that her mom had had some work done, although she couldn’t say precisely where. Nothing sagged, at any rate, and there were few lines on her face. Her breasts definitely weren't real, although she’d gone with a much more realistic size than her daughter’s.
But never mind that. “Mom!” said Diamond Tiara. “What are you - I thought you were asleep…” she looked around the room. The miniature Ponyville was still all around her, clear evidence of her illicit evening. Even if her mom had only been watching for the past few seconds, it would be pretty clear what her daughter had been up to. “This is-” DT stammered, “I’m just playing around-”
Spoiled Rich crossed the room to approach her daughter, causally crushing buildings beneath her heel as she walked. Miniature ponies fled from her approach; most escaped, but an unlucky few were thoughtlessly trampled. Once she was close enough, her feet firmly planted in the ruins of city hall, she cast a withering glare at Diamond Tiara. “Diamond,” she sighed, “If you could shake the floor just a bit less while your father and I are trying to sleep…”
“I’m sorry,” whispered Diamond Tiara. “I don’t usually do this… with, uh… the dollhouse…”
“Oh, that?” mumbled Spoiled Rich sleepily. “That’s quite all right. Dominating the little people… deriving pleasure from it…” she yawned. “That is perfectly in line with the family ethos. I encourage it, in fact. Just… be quieter about it.”
Spoiled Rich walked back to the doorway, stepping on a few more buildings and stomping a few more little ponies on her way. At the door, she looked over her shoulder and gave her daughter a little smile. “You know, I did the same thing when I was your age.”
She left, closing the door behind her. Diamond Tiara sat silently for a long moment - and it was the tiny Applebloom doll who broke the silence. “Oof,” she said, picking herself up and stumbling out of Diamond Tiara’s footprint. “Awkward.”
Diamond Tiara swatted her, knocking her halfway across Ponyville. “Oh, shut up.”