There were times when Apple Bloom wished she was a filly again. Back then, she didn’t have to worry much except for school and trying to get her cutie mark while avoiding getting in trouble. Unfortunately, the latter was not always possible due to the hijinks she and her friends got themselves into. Now, if it was her choice, she’d never want to grow up because things got a lot harder as she got older. More responsibilities, more challenging work, planning your future, seeing your body change, and puberty. However, the worst was dealing with boys.
Apple Bloom liked to think she was a pretty good looking mare for her age. She had a fit and toned body, thanks to years of working on the farm. Her hair was long and flaming red with her bow making it extra cute. She had nice sleek legs with a nice rear end if she wanted to be specific. Nice and toned, not too big or small, and her other assets were pretty round for her age with her pink blouse showing just enough to get the other boys to take a peek. So why did I just get dumped for a mare with twice the flank I have? She wondered while stomping her way through the Everfree Forest.
Apple Bloom would like to think the past four months between her and her now ex-boyfriend, Rainstorm, were going to lead to something special. They had dated, kissed, and met each other’s families. Everything seemed to be going well. Well, until he admitted he wanted to break up because “It just wasn’t working out” in his words. A week later, she saw him going out with some new mare that wasn’t even close to the beauty that Apple Bloom has. Save for one thing.
What is it with guys wanting girls with big butts? Apple Bloom sighed as she leaned back to look at her own flank. Her jean shorts were tight enough to show her lovely curves and tail poking out, but the more she looked at it, the more she couldn’t help but feel...small. And here I thought stallions liked girls with big breasts. I mean, it explains why Big Mac married Sugar Belle. She’s got one heck of a rack...
Which is why she was heading towards someone who she felt could help her with her problems. So far, she was the only sibling who wasn’t going steady with a special somepony. Big Mac was married, and Applejack was already getting engaged to Rainbow Dash. Ah gotta find somepony quick, or I’ll end up like some lonely old cat lady!
However, to do that, she needed to see the only creature who could help her with her...rear ended problems. Arriving at the familiar tree home of Ponyville’s friendly zebra shaman, Apple Bloom knocked on the door and crossed her arms in waiting. Not too long, Zecora appeared with a smile on her face. “Apple Bloom? This is a delight to see. How can I help you with your visit to me?”
“Hey, Zecora? Mind if I come in?” Apple Bloom greets with a wave. “I need your help with something.”
Zecora nodded and opened the door to let Apple Bloom inside. Even though she had been here hundreds of times, it was still amazing to see all the tribal furniture Zecora had brought from her homeland. It always felt like she was entering one of Daring Do’s books when she went out exploring ruins for new treasure.
“Tea?” Zecora asked, walking to her cauldron.
“Sure thing,” Apple Bloom answered as she sat down on a nearby chair. She took a moment to carefully stare at Zecora. More accurately, her big sized rump. If there was one mare in all of Ponyville who had a significant and plump flank, it was Zecora. She didn’t know if all zebras had such round and huge backsides, but it only further pushed Apple Bloom’s jealousy. The sheer size of it was bigger than Bloom’s head, with the stripes moving up and down in rhythm as Zecora moved around to prepare their drink. More than once had Zecora walked into town, wearing her loincloth that exposed every inch of her plot. It only made her sexier combined with that amazon like build she had for the rest of her body. Living in the Everfree Forest was dangerous, and Zecora made sure she was in tip-top shape every day just to survive it. In many aspects, she was one of the best fighters in Ponyville with the way she trained herself.
“Now then,” Zecora said, passing Apple Bloom a cup of hot green tea in a wooden cup. “Is there something you wish to ask? Or shall you continue to stare at my ass?”
Blushing, Apple Bloom took a small sip before replying, “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare...but it actually has to do with why I am here.’
“Flattered as I am to be your secret crush. I’m afraid that you are too young for me to date in a rush,” Zecora chuckled.
Rolling her eyes, Apple Bloom shook her head. “I’m not into you like that, Zecora. You know my sister’s the only type of pony like that in my family.” Taking a few more sips, Apple Bloom sighed. “Rainstorm broke up with me. Now he’s dating some mare who's got a bigger bottom than me.”
“I fail to see what a mare’s rear end has to do with you unable to keep a special friend,” Zecora asked, eyebrow raised.
“Because this isn’t the first time it happened!” Apple Bloom huffed. “Tender Taps. Rumble. Star Sparks. And now, Rainstorm! They all dumped me and went out with girls who all have a bigger rump then me! Even Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo have bigger backsides, and they’ve been steady with their boyfriends for years!”
“Surely that cannot be the only reason why they ended your relationship?” Zecora said, tilting her head. “Have you not considered other reasons besides the need for a big butt companionship?”
“I’ve thought about it really hard, Zecora,” Apple Bloom said, huffing. “I’m one of the most toned and athletic girls my age. My hair is always a natural beauty. I got a pretty good-sized breast, and I’d like to think I’m at least cute enough to date.” She shook her head. “I’ve looked at the girls that they all dated after me. It’s the butt. It’s just...bigger and rounder!”
“I see,” Zecora said, sipping her tea. “And you’ve come here because?”
“Well, you’re a potion master, right?” Apple Bloom asked, smiling. “I was wondering if you could whip something up to make my rear end bigger!”
Zecora raised her eyebrow and stared at Apple Bloom for a good while before sighing. “Forgive me for being blunt, but I think your request is a stupid stunt.”
“But why?! I mean, you got a big butt,” Apple Bloom pointed out, completely ignoring the deadpan expression she got in return. “I’ve seen plenty of guys, and some girls, staring at you with wide eyes! Even my brother thought you were hot until he met Sugar Belle.”
“Not sure if I am flattered or not, but having a big rear end is something that should not be sought,” Zecora said, shaking her head. “True, it brings me benefits, I will not lie. However, there are problems such as those staring eyes...”
***
Of all the days for her cloak to be ruined by rain, it had to be on market day. Despite the town having accepted her for years now, Zecora still preferred having her cloak around her body to avoid ponies staring at her. The first time she didn’t wear it when entering the town to visit Twilight Sparkle for tea, she noticed that everyone was staring at her with wide eyes. At first, she thought it was because of her fur's unique stripes, or her mane style, but then she noticed it was mostly males staring at her—some with their tongues out.
When she got to Twilight, she realized the real issue was her lack of clothes when Twilight covered Spike’s eyes upon seeing her. Zecora found wearing pony clothing to be uncomfortable. Back home, most Zebra’s wore little clothing or some none at all. She had preferred to wear a simple set of a tube top made of strong reeds that were long enough to cover her breasts that she hooked around her shoulders for support. Zecora wore a green and white striped skirt made with fabric from her homeland for her waist. It started from the very tops of her legs, just barely allowing the line of where her limbs met her chest. Her belly button and toned abs were out for the world to see. The light breeze was stonewalled from flowing through. The skirt itself didn’t go to her kneecaps while allowing room for her legs to be exposed. Back home, wearing such clothing didn’t get you stared at. It was a very open society when it came to such things.
Here in Equestria, it did cause problems, not the kind Zecora originally predicted.
Zecora carefully looked over her shoulder. Her rather large backside was bouncing up and down as each trot caused a jiggle on both cheeks. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her rather big rear end; in fact, it was quite normal among Zebras. However, pony society seemed to have a...fascination with such things. Such as the three street worker ponies who had paused in their construction to stare at her. She did her best to ignore them, but couldn’t help but cringe when she heard one of them whistle.
Ignore them. Ignore them. She thought in her head as she continued down the street.
She turned left where she saw Lyra Heartstrings and her marefriend, Bon Bon, walking towards her on the sidewalk's opposite side. Nodding her head in greeting, Bon Bon smiled and waved while Lyra just stared at her. That stare never left Zecora, even when she walked past them. Zecora certainly didn’t miss the lyre's eyes lower their sight downward towards the zebra’s backside.
The sound of a slap hard across the cheeks indicated that Bon Bon didn’t miss either.
By the time Zecora saw the market, she had hoped she could find someone selling cloaks that she could wear to help deal with these eyes. It would be simple to just walk over to Rarity’s and request some regular clothes, but her friend had a habit of going too far. The last time Zecora went over for some clothes for Cranky Doodle’s upcoming wedding, she had ended up looking like a peacock.
There were no clothing stalls open for the day to her disappointment, so she resolved to get as much of her marketing done as fast as possible. From shop to shop, street to street, she felt as if her butt was a magnet for the various eyes staring at her rump. Honestly, is it really such a big deal? It’s not like I’m asking ponies to cop a feel.
She walked over to one of the fruit and vegetable markets where the owner, an earth pony with a straw hat, noticed Zecora and blushed. “Uh, welcome, ma’am. Need something?”
“Just checking for a few items to go,” Zecora answered, lowering her head to inspect the nearby barrel of cabbage. She had to turn her back to the farmer while her tail shifted back and forth. “Do not worry, I shall not be slow.”
“T-take your time,” The farmer pony said, gulping some water down to calm his red face.
For the next few minutes, Zecora had carefully inspected each piece of fruit by checking for anything wrong and sniffing it for a good smell. She was about to pay when one of her tomatoes slipped out of her grasp and onto the floor. “Whoops!” Zecora said as she turned around and lowered her chest to get it. Unknowingly, she had forgotten to lower her lower half. Her rear end slightly raised upward as her tail lifted itself to help her balance.
It was aiming, dead center, in the direction of the now dazed earth pony who just started at the magnificence plot in front of him. So wild and tremendous. Like a monster of the jungle just waving back and forth with every muscle jiggling like jello. The only thing protecting him from seeing the most precious of rewards being blocked by a skinny skirt that was flowing up due to the wind. Then, for one brief moment, when the skirt was raised high enough...he saw it.
It was too much, and with a heavy thud, he fell on his back. Zecora turned around only to see the stall owner drooling with his tongue out. His eyes crossed with a goofy smile decorating his face. It only took Zecora a minute to figure out why she nearly facepalmed at her lack of awareness. Looking around, she saw ponies nearby staring at her with wide eyes and a few at the downed farmer with covetous gazes.
Deciding to just come another day, Zecora left her bits on the stall (plus a tip as an apology) and just rushed as fast as she could all the way home. All while trying to remember the ingredients for a potion that makes you invisible for next time.
***
“Okay, so a bunch of ponies stared at ya,” Apple Bloom said, shrugging. “Folks have done that to my siblings all the time. Especially Big Mac since he likes to sometimes walk around without a shirt on.”
Zecora blushed as she had managed to get a good look at that chiseled chest of the elder Apple sibling. Lucky for Sugar Belle to have him all to herself. My hooves would kill to see how that chest felt.
“But I can handle the staring! Plus, ain’t it a bit flattering if some guy likes yer butt?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Maybe at first, but could you live with the constant eyes upon your backside?” Zecora asked, crossing her arms. “Trust me when I say that you will find it very tiresome when you are always being eyed.”
“Fine, but what other problems could there be besides that?” Apple Bloom asked, tilting her head.
“Well, for one size will make it hard to find the right clothes to wear. Rarity can tell you how her attempts had fared...”
***
If Zecora was being honest, she wasn’t much of a crowd creature. Even back in her homeland, she preferred to stay inside her master’s hut learning and practicing potion then playing games with the other children. The only time she ever went out was with her Potion Master or during festivals the entire community celebrated. That didn’t change much when she moved to Equestria, but it really didn’t do her much favor due to the ponies' early fear of her. The experience of meeting Twilight, Apple Bloom, and their friends had gotten Zecora to spend more time outdoors and with other ponies. However, some incidents were quite a first for her and the biggest one yet.
Being friends with a Princess of Equestria had some of its perks. Still, Zecora never imagined she would be invited to the Grand Galloping Gala due to it. She had heard of the event from her friends, which often were close to horror stories in some ways, but they were eventful at least. Honestly, Discord bringing a Smooze to the dance? Was he stupid or in a trance?
While a part of Zecora was nervous about the idea of going to such a fancy and high-class event, she didn’t want to be rude. Since Twilight went out of her way to invite those she was very close to, she accepted the invite.
The problem was what to wear. The clothing Zecora had was often superficial and didn’t make much for fancy gatherings. So Zecora made a quick appointment with the one pony who could get her adequately suited for the event.
After knocking on the front door, Zecora found herself being greeted by Rarity, who smiled upon seeing the zebra. “Darling! Come in! You’re just a bit early then I expected to see you.”
“Thank you for helping me find something to wear,” Zecora said, bowing her head as she walked inside. “I know you are busy these days, so I am grateful for what time you can spare.”
Rarity, waving her hand, guided Zecora through her workshop to the set of triple mirrors. “Oh, please, Zecora. It’s the least I can do. Besides, I’ve never done a dress for a zebra before, and it would be quite interesting to make one.” Summoning her work glasses with her magic, Rarity took out a pad and pencil while also summoning some measuring tape. “Now, let’s first start with your measurement’s darling. Please stand still.”
Zecora nodded and did as she was told. She felt the tape do its magic all over her body while making sure to follow Rarity’s requests, such as raising an arm or lifting her head a bit. There were only two times when she felt her cheeks blushing with embarrassment. The first was her breast area, as it made sure to wrap around every aspect of her massive melons with slow detail. “Relax, darling, I’ve handled dresses for Princess Celestia, and she’s a lot bigger in that department than you think.”
Rarity herself was just a few inches shorter in width then Zecora’s were if the zebra was being honest. She could see the milky white inner curves coming through the hole in the purple blouse that she wore.
The second time, however, brought an awkward pause when Rarity started doing Zecora’s rear end measurements. “Um,” the unicorn said, before making sure she had the same measurements. “I...one sec...” She levitated a much broader set of measuring tape, which only made Zecora's cheeks blush.
Zecora closed her eyes as she felt Rarity physically touching her rump. Moving it from side to side for the measuring tape to get every inch of it. She would raise a cheek before lifting the other. Then she would press them against one another. She even asked Zecora to raise her tail all the way, so it didn’t get in the way. It didn't help make it less awkward when she outright held on of her cheeks with her hand and whispered, "Such a big girl."
If it wasn’t for the fact that Zecora knew Rarity liked males, she would swear the fashion pony was feeling her up.
“W-w-well,” Rarity said as she nervously wrote down her final estimates. “I’ve always sort of known...you were a bit...big down there, but I...well it's nothing wrong! I'm quite a bit chubby down there too...though in your case it's all muscle...”
“If this is a problem-”
“No! No! No problem at all, dear!” Rarity said, quickly with a small laugh. “Forgive me. It’s just a challenge is all, and if there is one thing Rarity Belle doesn’t turn down, it's a challenge! Just come by tomorrow, and I should have something prepared just for you!”
***
“Um, I thought there was going to be just a set of clothing for me, but here I am seeing three?” Zecora asked as she looked at all three outfits displayed for her.
"Well,” Rarity said, smiling as she presented the outfits, "I thought it would be nice to give you something you could wear every now and then. No offense, but it never hurts to change your style once and awhile. You never know when some nice stallion might be impressed.”
Zecora did her best to avoid rolling her eyes upon seeing Rarity’s winking. She wanted to have stallions stare at her less, not more. Still, she didn’t want to upset Rarity by denying them, and it would be rude not to try them on after she worked hard. Looking at the first one, she saw a pure black silk set that seemed to be one entire piece of clothing from top to bottom. It was only by narrowing her eyes could she see the thinnest separation between them.
Rarity guided her to the three mirror displays she was using yesterday and proceeded to help Zecora strip down until she was bare naked in front of them. “Okay, now I think pure black will go great with your stripes, dear. Now let’s see how they look.”
It took some difficulty, but Zecora was able to get them on. She had to suck up to her gut and slowly put one cheek of her rear end to make sure it fit. The top shirt was a lot harder, as the size seemed to be a tad short that made Zecora feel like she had a second skin. When both parts were on, it was clear that Rarity seemed to have underestimated her measurements. The top and bottom of the outfit were supposed to look like one piece while secretly being two. Zecora’s height and muscled tone stomach made that impossible. Her navel could easily be seen, and her lower abs were sticking out in the air that even Zecora could tell didn’t look right.
Then there was her breast and butt. It was hard to get them to push in, but they did manage to do so. Besides how tight it was against her skin, the only problem was it made her front and back look like she had two sets of giant hills pulsing out from her body. The pure black color only seemed to make such already giant-sized areas more prominent and more noticeable.
“Um, well, at least it fits,” Rarity said, rubbing the back of her head. “Though I guess it stands out a bit...too much.”
“You think?” Zecora asked, not even bothering to rhyme as she quickly took off the shirt.
“N-not to worry! This one should be better! I based it off some clothes I made for Applejack once!”
Zecora found herself even liking this one less. While the top was okay, a simple pink blouse that was big enough for her boobs to fit in, the problem was the short jeans. The really short jeans. So short that they barely could cover her rump and had her entire legs exposed. That wasn’t the worst part, however.
“I can feel it going up my crack...” Zecora winced as she struggled. Even the slightest movement caused her to feel like her rear end was getting jammed upward. “I do not like these. This is a fact!”
“Well, have you tried moving?” Rarity asked with a nervous smile.
“If I move even a bit,” Zecora muttered, wincing at the pain. “I feel like I am going to-”
“Okay! Doesn’t work! Let’s just try the dress!” Rarity quickly said, much to the zebra’s relief.
The dress was designed with a lot more flair then Zecora had hoped for, but at least the color wasn’t ugly. It was a light purple coat with fluffy white frills that were shaped like roses. It had sparkling white and black glitter in the back that was very shiny in the light that was obviously based on her black and white stripes. The dress itself was pure white with Zecora’s tribal tattoo designed in the middle of the chest, and it extended down to her knees. It was a bit tight, but not too much in her front or back, so she could at least breathe without feeling awkward. She turned around and nodded with approval. “Despite not being quite my type of fad, I do admit it is not that bad.”
“Excellent! I had a feeling you’d love it,” Rarity said, placing her hand on Zecora’s shoulder. “You’ll be quite the spectacle at the Grand Galloping Gala, my dear. We just need to work on your hair, nails, and maybe get a short trip to the spa, and you’ll be an exotic sensation! And since this is the first official dress I have made for you, consider it a gift!”
“Oh, Rarity, that is too much. Surely I can-”
“Nope! Nope! I will not hear of it! We are friends, Zecora, and I always give my friends at least one free dress,” Rarity said before she gasped upon looking at Zecora. “Oh, how silly of me! I forgot the ruby bow! One sec, I’ll go get it.”
She turned around and moved to her work station at such a breakneck speed that she completely dropped her pencil from her pocket. Noticing it, Zecora lowered herself to get it. “Rarity, you dropped your-”
RIIIIIIP!
Zecora felt her cheeks turn red as Rarity froze in place upon hearing the sound of torn fabric. A small breeze began to hit Zecora in the rear end as she slowly raised herself back up and turned to see the mirror. From the tailhole to the end of her crack, she saw that her new dress was split down the middle in the back end. Her two rear cheeks were exposed in the wind.
There wasn’t a sound spoken between the two before Zecora slowly turned to Rarity and asked, “Perhaps...we should re-measure?”
***
“Well...okay, I can see how that is a problem,” Apple Bloom admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. For a moment, Zecora was sure she had managed to get through to the teenager until she shrugged. “But I’m sure that I can find a way to get my clothes to fix and not have an accident as you did. It might take a few trial and errors, but I’ll be okay.”
“It is not just wearing clothing with a butt you must worry about, but you must worry about problems without clothing that will sprout,” Zecora warned.
Apple Bloom snorted. “How can having a bigger butt cause problems for you if you don’t have any clothing?”
Rubbing her nose, Zecora answered, “Well...”
***
If there was one thing that Zecora did think Equestrian society did better than her own kind, it was indoor plumbing. Until she was allowed to enter Ponyville without everypony fearing her to be an evil witch, the zebra had been doing her business in the wilds. Her first time using an actual toilet made her wish there was a means to build one for her inside her hut. Sadly, that was not possible, and even if it was, it would be expensive just to get it done.
Thus, whenever she was back in Ponyville, she made sure to use their bathrooms first thing. Zecora, having finished her business, was about to raise herself from the toilet seat until she found herself jerked back down. Confused, Zecora tried to raise herself back up, only to find herself unable to get up. Panic began to set in as she realized that she was stuck to the toilet.
At first, she had begun to suspect that somepony had pranked her by putting super glue on the seat. But when she squirmed around, she realized that her rump was just plain stuck due to its size instead. Grumbling, Zecora wished she was a unicorn so she could teleport out, and there was no way she was going to cry for help and be embarrassed by this. Taking a deep breath, Zecora pressed her hands against the two hooves of the stall and gritted her teeth as she tried to pull herself out.
Closing her eyes, she slowly tried to lift herself up and grunted as the awkward positioning made her feel like she would feel a sore back in the morning. She slowly began to feel herself lifting higher with a few more deep breaths until there was a loud snap, and she found herself face-first on the floor.
Grumbling, Zecora looked over her shoulder and just moaned upon seeing that she was free from the toilet. However, the seat of it was now stuck on her butt with both cheeks squished in the hole.
***
“...so I hope you can take my advice.” Zecora frowned at what she saw. Apple Bloom had just ignored her completely and looked at some of her glowing potions on a nearby counter. “You know listening to me would be nice.”
“Huh, oh, sorry,” Apple Bloom said, getting up as she dusted her shorts. “Listen, Zecora, I’m sure you can give a dozen reasons why you think its a bad idea, but I still want to try! Tell ya what, give me a week with a bigger rump, and if I end up regretting it, I’ll come back for a cure and never speak of it again!”
Zecora opened her mouth to speak, but in the end, she shook her head and smiled. “Very well, Apple Bloom, increase the size of your butt, I shall do. But you will regret it upon what you will go through.”
“Please, I bet you I’ll be happy as a clam when I’m done with it,” Apple Bloom said as Zecora went to brew the potion.
***Five Days Later***
Zecora had just finished putting in the final ingredients for a potion Fluttershy had requested right out of the blue. She wasn’t sure why the shy mare wanted a brew that for attracting mates. However, considering she had put in the various essences made of the limbs and body parts of a particular spirit of chaos, it was best not to think of the mental images. While stirring her latest work, a knock on the door alerted her to a guest. “It’s open!”
The door opened, and, much to Zecora’s amusement, Apple Bloom appeared with a lowered head. Her mane was trying to hide the red cheeks that were threatening to cover every inch of her yellow furred face. “Why Apple Bloom, this is a surprise to see,” Zecora said, turning around with a knowing smirk. “Is there a reason why you have come to little old me?”
With a heavy sigh, Apple Bloom turned around and showed the zebra her rear end. Just as she promised, the potion did indeed increase the size of her friend’s behind. Now, however, she could see it trapped in the hole of a toilet set that was quite a giant size.
“Do you have a cure?” Apple Bloom asked as Zecora just laughed.
Author's Note
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