"Teacher's Pet [WIP]"
By Hexus (https://pastebin.com/u/Hexus)

URL: https://pastebin.com/0Gs9tMiD
Created on: Sunday 29th of November 2015 12:34:32 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 04:19:40 AM UTC


"What do you mean that was a growth potion?! I gave you a condensed elixir!" A pair of hooves rattle you back and forth as a talking, miniature purple horse yells at you. "What in the name of Celestia did you do to the elixir I gave you?"  She releases you uses her magical horn to levitate the drained bottle up to her face to examine what little bit was left of it. "How did she even get it; that was meant for you!"

"Is that..." she squints harder at the paltry amount of cloudy liquid still in the glass. "Are those changeling horn shavings?! Ignoring the obvious question of how you even managed to get that kind of an ingredient, do you have any idea how dangerous adding that into your stupid cocktail of love and growth potions is?!"

Your plans to impress the local teacher and win her over with a combination of physique and charming, earnest love might have gone awry, you were prepared to admit this. When you mixed your drinks and forgot which glass was the one with the potion it, you might have messed up. The angry pony was certainly owed an apology. Unfortunately you never got the chance. 

The pleasant, sunny house down the street creaked and groaned before exploding into splinters. From within the resulting dust cloud, a huge, purple hoof reached out and slammed down onto the street. The rest of the mare of your interest emerged fully, eyes searching this way and that. Scraps of the roof now lay upon her head, some of the thatch roofing caught in her mane while timber rained off of her body.

A pony who was out for a stroll turns in a flash and points at the sight, like as if anyone could miss it. "Gojira-ack," she coughed, "something was caught in my throat. I mean, oh no, it's Cheerilee!" 

The monsterhorse's attention turned towards the direction of the outburst and locked on to you. 

"Twilight, quick, you need to-" You turned around to find your backup plan running around the corner.

"Hold on," she hollered as she darted off, "I'll go check my books!"

"Then what am I supposed to do?!"

"Run!"

You turned back around to see the object of your affection (and attempted love potion drugging) charging from up the street, trampling whatever homes were in her path. You clenched your teeth together as the crushing severity of your situation struck home. You couldn't possibly outrun a giant Cheerilee, let alone her four legs over your two. But damned if you weren't going to try. You bolt into an alleyway and begin the most daring game of cat and mouse you've ever played.

As soon as you enter the shade between two buildings you hear her sigh in dissatisfaction. “Oh, don’t go!”

You don’t give her even a moment of thought, your sense of self preservation urging you not to dare so much as give her the time of day. You’re almost through when a boom from behind you bids you to look back over your shoulder.

“Where are you, sweetie?” There, right outside the entrance to the alley. An eye, larger than you can be arsed to fathom, blinks at you. “There you are,” she says with a singsong voice. You exit the alley and start down another street, much to the dismay of your pursuer. “Come back, I just want to love you!” 

You break off down another alley before she can get more than a fleeting glimpse. As you continue, you can hear her moving around, but can’t see her over the tops of the buildings around you. Distant thumps echo through the town of Ponyville. A bang sounds just behind you as you creep past a house and you hit the dirt like it was a bomb raid. When nothing happens, you slowly look back to find an open cottage door. A pony steps out of her home, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on-oh, good morning.”

“Ssssh!” you hush her and she looks at you strangely. 

“What? What’s wrong? Oh no, are we under attack… again?!”

“No, Lily, it’s fine.”

She doesn’t seem so sure, and looks up and down the street for anything amiss. You follow her gaze and find nothing, yourself. You start to wonder where Cheerilee went when Lily shrugs. “Okay, well, have a nice day."

You just nod your head as she goes back inside. “Back at you. No cause for alarm at all, today.”

She shuts the door and you take one step before her house explodes. It all seems to go by in slow motion as pieces of furniture, a broken lamp, shattered remnants of her door, and other debris go flying out into the street. More especially, you notice Lily go flying. In that brief moment she sees you, her gaze locks with yours, boring into your own. When she hits the ground, she slides across it, still glaring at you. She skids to a halt, her fore legs crossed, and frowning in disapproval of your lies.

The message is clear. She blames you for this. 

But by the way your view is suddenly being taken up by a giant school teacher, you don’t have the time to say anything more than a hasty “Sorry!” before you’re running again. 

Cheerilee pushes the rest of herself through the building and starts following, renewing the chase. "Don't go, my cute little cuddle bug!"

Nope nope nope nope nope nope. You hear outcries and screams, followed by some choice angry shouts as she plows through buildings, the street too small to fit all of her imposing body. She's simply too big. It occurs to you that she may not have stopped growing yet. And that terrifies you all the more.

You pass a candy shop and recognize where you are in town now. You zip around a corner and bust through a door into a fairly cool building interior. Hope this takes the heat off of you. You duck underneath a table as the thumps from your chaser's steps rise to a crescendo. 

She's right there. You can hear her panting drowning out your own. "Oh, cuddle bug, where'd you go? I want to grade your performance."

You dared not reply. She knew you didn't have the greatest grades back when you were in school after an idle chat over lunch once and she had jokingly said that she'd give you an "A" for good behavior. It had sparked some more dialogue and now she enjoyed giving you back letters or notes with big, happy grade marks on them. She had turned this game into a deadly trap. Like hell you were going to let your childish desire to clean up your old record somehow get in the way of survival!

A shadow fell over you through the windows and you made a terrible realization. She was a fan of ice cream parlors. Which is what you had taken shelter in. In fact, the shopkeep was stooping to look at you, having stepped out from behind his counter, 1950's style like the rest of the place. "You okay? What's going on out there?!"

"Quiet or she'll hear you!" you hiss. 

"Who?"

You take in a panicky breath to tell him to shut up when you hear a couple of thumps and a loud, bemused snort from just outside. You slowly turn around to a purple mass looking at you through the decorative classic diner, frosted glass squares that made up the window, and indeed, most of the wall. 

You suddenly regret being relatively tall and easy to notice in a short pony world.

You reflexively shrink back towards the aisle and shopkeep, who has wisely taken cover behind his counter.

"Hey, cuddle bug," your huntress giggles and fogs the glass with her breath, distorting the image even more. "An ice cream shop? How thoughtful, all this running around's made me in the mood for some cold treats."

To his credit, the shopkeep pops his head up and loudly stutters out a "What flavor?" to his prospective customer. 

"Oh I don't know, all of them?"

He seems to realize what was about to happen at the same time you do. "Wait, I-"

Too late. You scramble out of the way as fast as you can when a huge hoof comes crashing through the booth you were just taking cover under. The noise of shattering window panes making it feel akin to an action movie.

You peel yourself off the floor, wincing at the sound of the building crumbling and the shower of glass that clatters around you. A few marks sting with shards trying to break through your clothes to the delicious skin within. With the wall, booth, table, and a few chairs pushed out of the way or ruined, the monster was revealed in all her terrifying beauty.

The shopkeep's jaw dropped. "Cheerilee?!"

"Good morning, just having a day out with my cutie cuddle bug," she chimed without so much as a pause. A purple leg thicker around than a tree trunk groped around, guided by the grunts of concentration from its owner. It pushed towards the shopkeep you could never remember the name of for some reason and he dove out of the way like an action hero. Before anyone could protest, the hoof hooked around the back of the counter and yanked, ripping it off its foundation effortlessly and dragging it outside where the destructive horse lies prone. 

The shopkeep, now thoroughly without a counter, or half a storefront, waves a hoof feebly for her attention. “Aren’t you going to pay for that?”

“Oh, of course,” she says, looking up from the counter in front of her. She reaches back behind her and then falters. “Oh, oh my, I forgot my saddlebag. Sorry Swirl, I’m sure my fantastic date will be a gentlecolt and cover for me.”

She glances to you with a smile and, little hearts in her eyes? A new side effect. Hopefully, those aren't permanent. Or maybe you do, they're kind of cute in a freaky, unnatural kind of way. You suspect the potion’s getting stronger. Who could know that dumping random ingredients behind that zebra’s back could go so terribly wrong? Guess you’ll have to wait for Twilight to bring the cavalry.

She shoves her muzzle down and drapes her tongue around the little plastic display glass and laps at the tubs of ice cream flavor. She digs into her treats noisily and the shopkeep turns to you with a look you’ve received twice today. You can see it in his soul. An aching desire to say one thing. 

He blames you for this. He opens his mouth, but you don’t give him the chance to say it. You throw up your arms incredulously and cut him off. 

“I know!” 

He frowns even harder and sighs, only deigning to look up from his hooves again when you pat his back. “It’s fine, uh, Sparkle’s paying for it.”

“Twilight?”

You don’t so much say yes or no as just grumble an unintelligible answer in the hope that if you ever have to answer for this whole situation you can shrug and say that you told him no, but he must have misunderstood.

Your rebuttal is blanketed over by the loud, happy, licking noises of your ‘date’ lapping away at the tubs of ice cream. You’re stuck, standing there, about to say something when a new thought hits you. Why aren’t you running right now? You carefully take stock of the moment. Before you is a giant, love-crazed teacher having fun digging out ice cream right out of the tubs inlaid into the partially dismantled counter top. Your eyes follow the trail of nuts, bolts, and scrape marks across the tile flooring to the other figure. To your side, a disgruntled shopkeep who seems to be mulling over whether he should give you a kick or call the insurance company first. Apparently they never covered this in the Ponyville disaster scenarios. Around you is a shop missing most of the storefront, and if you shuffle a couple of steps to the right, you get a view past Cheerilee's happy-flower-covered flanks to see a few ruined buildings and some gawkers aimlessly stumbling around in a daze of disbelief like it was happy hour at an Alcoholics Anonymous.

In particular, you see Lily, now joined by her two cohorts, Daisy and Roseluck. She says something to them that you can't hear so well over the roughshod slurp of the teacher going to town on the buckets. Lily points towards the shop and the other two flower ponies look, dead center, at you.

Why aren't you running right now? You just don't know.



“Oh honey,” you hear, just as you’re about to make a break for the back door.

“Hm?” You twist around just in time for a tub of ice cream to get shoved in your face. Your focus on the gathering mob is broken when the freezing cold object tries to occupy the same space as you.  You lose the spatial argument and stumble backwards, arms wrapped around the tub.

“You should eat up too or you'll make me feel pushy." We’ll split one together; oh, it’ll be so romantic,” she says, eyes watery with affection and bright, pink heart-shaped pupils. You wonder how she even sees out of those.

Lily now has a cluster of ponies forming in the street and they all look kind of pissed off.

 Your admirer doesn't even begin to show any signs that she noticed the increasingly numerous ponies outside. Cheerilee evidently only has eyes for you. "Oh sweetums!" she gasps as you catch yourself. "Here, it's rainbow swirl. Take some and I'll take some too right after. It'll be just like one of those romance movies."

You check the ice cream in question to see a rippled array of colors. It looks so cheerful and encouraging, like something truly designed for a child to just mindlessly enjoy with that boundless optimism that only kids can really have. You need to stop trying to be poetic; you're not even sure what you mean anymore. The ice cream stares at you under Cheerilee's vigilant watch, you dip a finger into the bucket.

You get a glob into your mouth and immediately regret your decision.

"Why is it so spicy?!"

"It's premium imported from Cloudsdale," she informs you proudly. "They make it with real extract of rainbows."

"Why are rainbows spicy? Shouldn't they be sweet or something?" Your tongue is in agony. Taste the rainbow? The commercials were tempting you to hell. Especially the one about the singing rabbit. You haven't seen any of those either.

Cheerilee just looks at you like you're learning the simple facts of life. "Oh, silly, no."

You snag the scoop, and jab it into another bucket. The great and ancient tabu against mixing ice cream flavors that aren't chocolate and vanilla be damned! You shove your face in the ladle and go to town. As you're polishing off the end, you realize that you're getting an odd look, and not just from the regular-sized ponies. One thing you never understood was how a blush could be so visible underneath a coat of hair but the increasingly red spot across Cheerilee's face stood out defiantly all the same. It was like she was swooning, but you hadn't done anything romantic at all yet. Was the potion getting stronger? 

"What?" you ask.

"That was the chocolate fudge."

"Yeah?"

"I was just licking that one, dear."

Your hand falters. You glance down into the tub proper to find a bit of liquid pooling at the bottom. That wasn't just melting product? Suddenly, you have no appetite. "Oh no. You don't mean..."

"That was almost a kiss!" she says giddily and swishes her head to the side wistfully like a bashful school girl. Her sheer mass turns her skull into a wrecking ball. She smashes through the remaining front corner of the building like it was a fragile doll house. Glass and tile shatters like the ice-cream-sales-based dreams of the pony still watching, gawking while rubble sends dust and chips of roofing down around you. When she resets her sights on you, you notice some of the building's remains on her face and chunks of plaster and dust in her mane.  She continues anyway, a blush highlighting her coat's colors all the more. "We swapped saliva!"

"It's not a real kiss, but close enough for my snuggle bug!"

You hear some stifled grunting and the shopkeep, Frosty Swirl, appears to be trying to summon demons with the sheer intensity of the angry stare being sent your way. As if he wasn't going to have the whole place demolished and rebuilt anyway. You know for a fact that Ponyville has some of the most complete insurance plans in the country. So much happens here that premiums are skyrocketed from the usual prices. Its something everyone just needs around here. Your musings on disaster insurance policies in fantasy land are interrupted as a shadow eclipses what sunlight makes it past the teacher's body. She butts out what light there was as she leans in.

"Let's do it some more," she says with a predatory glimmer while a chunk of drywalling falls off of her snout, landing with a light rap on the ground just before you. Despite lacking canine teeth, she manages to pull it off. The impression is less loving and more like she's some kind of lion-horse eyeballing a gazelle. That's probably your cue. You look to the still gathering mob who are... buying angry signs from a stall?

You shield your eyes and manage to make out a quartet of ponies selling "Down with Anon" signs. There's no mistaking that silvery glint of a mane overhanging a pair of spectacles. 

"Mayor! How could you?"

The aged mayor of Ponyville pauses as she exchanges a bag of coins for another "Down with Anon" sign.

"Sorry Anon," she yells back, "but we need to cover reconstruction costs. I can't magically make money or the whole economy falls!"

Roseluck pops up from inside the stand and hoofs, over a completed sign to the customer. She sends a glare you way. "If you'd stop being a public menace we wouldn't even need to make these!"

"That's right!" Daisy nods from besides Roseluck. 

Lily also appears inside the selling stand but makes no commentary other than to point to her eyes with a hoof, and then back to you while she leers. 

The streets are awash You watch the shadow around you twist as the giant pony turns her head as if suddenly aware that she was in the middle of the town. It lasts only a glimmer of a second before her dopey smile is re-plastered across her face. Cheerilee merely snorts. "It's okay snoogums," she says, "don't pay any attention to her, she failed her math classes back in the day."

The crowd's jaws drop and the assembled ponies glance between the giant teacher and her old classmate. Using that mystical blushing power ponies have, Roseluck's coat gains a new shade of red. "I-I'm just not the best with big numbers!" She squeals back and sinks below the counter of the stand. The rest of the flower trio tries to console her by saying that an "F" wasn't really that bad.

The assembled ponies are distracted by the reminder that they're talking with their kids' school teacher and someone they had as a classmate early. "Well, Cheerilee did help with mt essay question that one time when we were classmates," murmurs a stallion towards the front of the crowd. "Hey, Rose, did you ask her for help back then?"

"Yeah," another nods, "I'm sure she would have helped!"

"I-it was just so embarrassing, I didn't want anyone to know!" Rose sobs, drawing a collective "Aw" from the crowd.

They begin discussing why Rose might have gotten such a poor grade, signs lowering as ponies and their magnificently herd-based mentality starts to take over. The mayor directs her secretaries to take notes and someone leaves for town hall to fetch the polling booths. Given an hour or two, they'll have formed an educational committee, or if nothing else, drafted a resolution and started a charity drive for school funding or something soppy like that. Heh, ponies. 

That probable would have happened if for one pony. Lily waves her hooves for attention. "Hey, they still wrecked my house! This is the worst Hearts and Hooves day, ever!" She jabs a "Down with Anon" sign skyward and the impromptu town-hall meeting on how their school years were are ground to a halt. 

"Oh yeah," one of the horses in the mob admits, joining the numbers of ponies thoughtfully putting a hoof to their chin and cocking their head to the side.

In mere moments you've got a disgruntled mob of small, colorful horses waving signs again. 

Cheerilee doesn't seem to notice any of this, however. She pushes the partially melted, partially licked, partially dismantled, ice cream counter your way again. "We can make it better, it is Hearts and Hooves day, after all. Here, sweetie, take another bite; rainbow's an acquired taste."

You look over the tubs and note that upon a closer inspection, there's definitely drool in a couple of the buckets. You look back to the rainbow swirl. Nope, no way you're touching that technicolor, volcanic mass, pulled from the lowest, hottest depths of the world.

"Uh, Cheerilee!" you squawk, "I'm too full!"

"Oh," she frowns for a moment before she sidles a little closer. "Well let's skip it, then. I won't have any either. Not without my lovey-dovey. Let's skip to the cuddles, cuddlebug."

You back a couple steps away and consider your options for a moment. Angry mob. Romance-crazed giant pony. Angry mob. Romance-crazed, giant pony. Death by lynching. Death by love. You glance at your nonexistent watch you had to pawn off to get some money a while ago and slap your arm like you've just made some great revelation from your ghost-watch. "Oh look at the time, you're right! We should go someplace else!"

"Let's go to the park, smootykins."

"Golly, that sounds great!" you say with mock enthusiasm. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the assembled townsponies muttering angrily amongst themselves.

Before anyone can get a word in edgewise besides an infuriated "Hey! Not until you pay for all the stuff you broke!" from Lily, your admirer leans down and snaps you up by your jacket. The sudden G-forces give you a queasy feeling before you're swung through the air like a ratty t-shirt getting waved around by a playful border collie. You land on the very solid surface of her back with a light grunt, trying to right yourself. The change in perspective is a little jarring, all told. A fall from as high up as you had suddenly found yourself would probably hurt.

Not to mention the angry crowd assembled down there. You've never seen the ponies honestly get violent and their usually soft, squishy anatomy is as threatening as a soggy towel, but then again you've seen them pull off feats of strength they simply should not be capable of. Lucky you, you're on the back a behemoth. The ponies will have to wait until you dismount if they want to lynch you.

Obliviously, your date coos. "There we go; you get to ride first class on the Snuggle Express."

You can hear Scootaloo gag from somewhere in the crowd. Ignoring the filly and some of the complaints from the assemblage of ponies, your ride begins to head off down the street, trampling a couple of light posts straining to resist with a bang and squeal of a hoof on metal as it deforms under the pony's casual step. 

"Hey!" comes an angry shout from below. Oh no, it's generic background townspony number 473! She looks awfully disgruntled. "You're seriously taking him away after all he did?"

Your ride halts. Big, heart shaped eyes look your way, signaling that it is time to deploy the countermeasures to ensure she doesn't take more than a second to think it over.

You pat her back and  give the loveable teacher a combination puppy-dog and bedroom eyes. "We need to have some alone time, um, sweetie. Ready to go take a walk?"

Cheerilee's deformed pupils suddenly pulse larger, sending a wave outwards and down along her body. The feeling of something changing beneath you is not the most comfortable as the skin and mass you are seated on flexes and undulates. It feels like the skin is a rug someone pulled in one direction; it's a sudden, slight tug as it grows larger. Your legs splay out further, pulled by the expansion. All in all, you reckon she shoots an extra inch or so taller. The many ponies look horrified at the revelation and for a moment, you do too. This may be something you regret doing. 

The flat of her back is now too wide for your legs to across from one side to the other. You adjust your seat to center yourself to keep as far away from the mob as possible. 

The angry murmurings do not let up and you dare to lean over and crane your neck to see everyone. In doing so, you can't help but notice how far out her hips are from her body. Yep, definitely getting larger.  If you can get this under control, you may not regret this after all.

The not-little pony shrugs. "I guess I am. Let's go, my snuggly-wuggly precious." The ponies surrounding you groan their disapproval, but your date cares not. Your sense of gravity shifts as she leans forward to take a step, giggling. "Heehee, I'm going on a walk with Anon~"
 
There is only time for a single "What? Precious?" before you lurch forward with an accompanying boom of a hoof step. Being on the back of a large animal is a bit more nerve-wracking than one would first expect. There is no saddle or stirrups to keep you anchored in. There are no reins to control your mount and you doubt she would even really listen at this point. So there you sit, over thirty feet up in the air by your reckoning. Riding on her back made you feel every minute amount of shifting weight. It only got worse as you begin to feel the wind across your face.

The movements jostle you as all however-many-tons of pony accelerates. 

The crowd tries to pursue a short distance but quickly find themselves outpaced. They falter and retreat, scattered pegasi regrouping to stay with everyone else. You twist around in your seat and wave at the throng of technicolor. They can do naught but watch, panting, as your getaway ride makes its escape. You can hardly help but beam at them. Your face is purely composed of element: smug. 

Your escape may well prove to be your imprisonment. You pass by a sign and turn around to face your new surroundings. Park benches and a pond passes by where ordinarily there would be picnics or lounging ponies doing adorable, lounging pony things. Cheerilee's driving you towards the center of the park. The open, not-a-good-place-to-hide, park. Damn her educated mind, it will be the death of you! 

"This is a good spot."

"Huh?"

Your musings are jarred when you lurch forward at a sudden stop. Beneath you, the ground furrows as your ride skids to a halt with all the kicked up dust of a home run dive. The pull of momentum sends you sliding forward ever so perilously towards the back of your ride's neck. Your slip turns into a tumble as she tilts herself enough to roll you off of her side. You swiftly land in the cup of an awaiting hoof with a surprised grunt. You turn to her arms and legs hanging out over the edge slightly. 

Taking a second to get your bearings, you grumble a quick, "Nice catch."

Your date nods happily and holds you against her chest. You're dimly aware of fuzzy hairs sticking into you before you receive a mouthful of them, squeezed a little extra hard like a little girl to a new toy. She allows you to soak in the moment for only a moment, when the vertigo of falling makes you tense up as the gigantic pony slumps to the ground, keeping you close and enwrapped in the heat of her body as the world around you falls onto its belly. The weight of her body pressing down is crushing for a split second before your date rolls onto her back. Dizzy, you weakly squirm, your arms clumsily looking for a way to break free. The tight pressure relents and you're left gasping for air as some of the smell of horse clears itself from your nostrils.

In the absence of tiny horse mobs, you can only hear the gleeful buzz of the park. It was oddly dulled, like the birds and cicadas were aware of your plight and trying to give you a quieter song to think by. Overwhelming their white noise notes waere the deep breaths of your captor, air rushing in and out underneath you. You rose and fell to a rhythm that was probably You doubt you could easily wiggle out from the grip, flowing from constraining to more lax as her diaphragm rises and falls. Her foreleg casts you in shadow for a moment like a horsey hover-hand before she holds her breath and slowly, gently, lets it rest over you. The warm, fuzzy feelings are only magnified. You can practically feel the affection seeping into your back.

"Isn't this so nice?" your date asks. "We're all alone, all snuggly wuggling."

"It is kind of comfortable. I guess."

"Oh, I knew you'd like it. I love you."

"Y-you too."

You heard the vague noise of a magical concoction in action. The gushing pony grew, the pressure of her chest fluff pushing you into her forelegs was unpleasant, like someone trying to smother you with a pillow. Mixed with the limbs themselves also expanding to meet you, you nearly choke as your date's leg presses you against herself with an unbeatable strength. You took in a deep breath of air before you were nearly overcome by her idle body. Her heart beat, before a regular rhythm in the distance, has all the volume of a home theatre as your ears are pressed into her flesh. It is less than romantic. When you can no longer hear the crunching of grass being overwhelmed by a body pushing the blades down, everything becomes still besides the pony that surrounds you. 

Her breathing slows down, though you still feel the caked on dust and a couple of tiny bits of debris prick your back to vengefully remind you of her earlier activities as they vi for space on her body. The stomach below grumbles a long note like a caged monster. Between the slowed rise and fall of her diaphragm you still feel a drop of sweat roll down the side of her foreleg and sop up against your side.

Her bodily sounds are thrown to the backseat by a single, long note. It is a mix between a pleased sigh and a hum with the volume of a distant air-raid siren, moaning over the claustrophobic confines like a ghost.

"Cheerilee!" 

The furnace combination of exertion overlaid with the giant pony space heater gives way, allowing the air to run unobstructed. 

"Oh! I'm sorry, am I holding you too tight? Sorry sweetie, I'm kind of a big hugger."

"Yeah," you snorted, "you're a 'big' hugger alright."

You waited for the studio laugh track to kick in or at least for a random pony to pop up from somewhere out of sight and do a rimshot, but none came. Damn this fairytale land.

"I'll make it up to you," she promises.

You try to read her expression but any hints are locked away behind the heart shaped eyes. "How?"

"We don't have to have the main course just yet. Let's start with an appetizer."

Her limbs, rather than suffocating you in a mat of her coat, give way to a gentler squeeze. It's more like hugging a stuffed animal. One larger than your house, but still an immense improvement over her first try. Cheerilee herself merely sighs contentedly while you try not to get claustrophobic. The warmth and her own exertion from the day leaves you nearly stewing in sweat, a mixture of your own and that of your captor. Any protests are like voices lost against a lion's roar. Every few seconds of a happy groan or sigh are underlined by her loud breathing and her stomach rising and falling to squeeze you against her foreleg affectionately. 

She shifts her body a little, stretching her rear hooves into a more comfortable position with the noise of her hooves tearing up the grass beneath. Her forelegs hug you tighter and you can feel something in you back pop.

The sheer noise of her titanic self being as it is, you don't hear the clip clop of frantic hooves until the runner gets close.

A certain purple unicorn shows up. Back to berate you about potions again, no doubt. Within your pressure chamber of pony, you can only vaguely hear her. You try to slide over a little in the moments when the pressure is a tiny bit less intense, working your way towards the new pony, but your progress is minute. Fortunately, her voice always seems to have this annoying, piercing quality when she's stressed that's utterly unmistakable as it wavers through the flesh prison.

"Miss Cheerilee, you have to- oh, Anon, you're still alive."

You manage to crane your head to look at her over the side of your date's rising and falling tummy. "What that's supposed to me-erk!" Cheerilee tightens her grip on you, pressing you hard enough that you begin to make an imprint as you sink into her tarp-like flesh.

Twilight, the magical friendship geek coughs into her hoof. "I mean, oh, hey, you're still snuggling."

"Twilight, help," you wheeze and try to twist around under the oppressive grip.

Cheerilee cracks an eye open, the effect not unlike one of those monster movies where they eye of the giant monster dramatically opens up right in front of the main character. 

"Of course, miss Sparkle, my cuddlebug's the best," Cheerilee replies courteously.

You grimace at the unicorn. "Twilight, fix it, quick!" you hiss.

"Hold on, Anon," she whispers back. "Oh, miss Cheerilee, can I talk to Anon for a minute? He, uh... wanted me to get you a special drink and I... wanted to make sure I got the ingredients right."

She seems unsure about giving you up so easily, but relents. If only she could loosen up her grip. "Of course, Twilight. I wouldn't want to get in the way of my woogums and his special presents. Do you need help climbing up?"

Twilight is quick to shoot down the offer. "Oh, no, no, thank you. I can do it myself."

How did she expect to-

There's a bright flash of purpley pink in your face that leaves an afterimage of Twilight's rump mark when you blink your eyes rapidly. She suddenly stands next to you. The tummy you're both perched on flexes with a ticklish giggle.

Twilight teeters unsteadily for a second as the wave of muscle contractions roll beneath you. "Anon," Twilight begins.

"Glitter in my eyes!"

"Sorry!, sorry! Just blink, it'll go away." She coughs something into her hoof that vaguely sounds like "I think." She continues before you can question it. "I figured it out. The changeling ingredients are feeding off of the love, enhancing the growth formula to make her larger. So I brought this!"

She whips out a sizeable beaker filled with some strange, bubbling blue liquid. A cork top is fastened tight to the floating glass, blocking the escape of roiling fumes that wafted inside, wrapped in her magical aura.

"What is that?"

"This ingredient here will convert the love potion into its opposite emotion. With no love to feed on any more, she'll shrink back down to normal size!"

"Purplesmart, you're a genius!" You reach out with what limited space you have and pull her into a hug, only for her to grimace. 

"Ew, Anon, you're damp and smell like sweat."

"Just give her the potion, purplesmart."

"Gotcha, Anon." Twilight saluted and disappeared in a flash of light that ensured you see an afterimage of sparkles for the next ten minutes whenever you blink. She reappeared with an attention-getting magic ping, now standing on Cheerilee's nose.



"Oh, Anon, I don't feel so good. Maybe you should give me some space, sweetie."

The giant teacher rolled around with a groan.

"Sorry Cheerile, it's for your own good!"

"You'll be okay, really! The magic just takes time to work!"

"Damn, I hate to see her like this. Hey, Twilight, what's the opposite of love?"

"Hate."

"And she'll still be big for a while.'

"Correct."

"Only now she'll feel only hate instead of love."

"Very astute, Anon."

Cheerilee's confused visage melts into a deep frown. You look to Twilight, who appears to have made a horrible realization. Her eyes are saucers of fear.

"We should run now," you tell her.

"Also correct," she says hastily as a shadow begins to fall over he two of you.

You bolted for the nearest buildings, Twilight quick on your heel. The park was simply too empty.

"Oh, Anon," Cheerilee sang. 

"That drink was your idea, huh? Well it was terrible." she spat. "Too much tang!" Boom. "Now every time I drink grape juice, I'll think of that awful drink. I'm revising your grades. You deserve an 'F'!"




"I thought I'd find you here."

"Cheerilee, this isn't you, you're really nice."

She ignores you in favor of staring unsettlingly at a pink flamingo on you lawn.

"Ugh, what a lame bird, it's too tacky for a soon-to-be-married man. N-not that I think you're in my league, Anon. B-baka."

"No! My plastic flamingo!" Oh, no, wait, I still have that backup flamingo in the garage. I will avenge you, Frank."


"You made it even worse, purplesmart!"

"Okay maybe I was wrong.'

"You just turned her into full tsundere!"

"Soon-what?"

"It means someone who outwardly hates you but secretly has a crush on you."

"You humans have a term for everything, don't you?"

"Twilight, do something!"

"I-I didn't think this through! I wanted to prove that I could solve it on my own! Now Celestia will never be impressed with me, she-she might not even bother to notice me ever again!"

"How long is it going to last?"



"Glad that's over."

"Tell me about it. Well, I'll just go and repair my lawn, starting with my yard bir-"

Your storeroom exploded outwards to reveal a very large, and very malicious looking pony. Beneath her hoof, a pink, plastic flamingo.

"Floyd! Nooo!"

"Revenge is mine, Anon! Rose may have been terrible at math but I aced chemistry. I copied your potion!"

She trotted down the street, cackling and trampling over heaps of rubble that used to be homes.

Twilight scrunches her face up. "Copied?" Her eyes go wide and she starts to chase after the rampaging monsterhorse. "Wait, Lily, where did you find the changeling horn shavings? You have to tell me!"


=====Deleted Scene======

[After Anon starts to ride his date away from the crowd of ponies]

You feel a victorious chuckle coming on when something slaps against Cheerilee's side. A ladder seems to have been misplaced onto your horse. You follow it down to see ponies running alongside the teacher's simple trot. In particular, a cowboy hat in the lead of what looks like half the entire extended apple family galloping alongside you. Forgot they all had their big, yearly get together this week. The blonde-maned pony growls at you while two others steady the ladder on their backs.

"Anon, I'm callin' you out! You need tah answer fer this!"

"You've got to be kidding me."

In typical apple fashion, the southern drawl pony pulls her hat further over her eyes, signaling that it is, in fact, go time. "Ah don't lie an' ah don't kid!"

She hops onto the ladder and starts climbing. You watch her progress with surprising speed as she locks eyes dead on with your own. Her mean leer cracks just a little as you realize you have these magical things called hands. They happen to be great for grabbing onto ladders. This is a fact that Applejack also seems to notice as you grip the end of the ladder, careful not to lose your own balance.

"Where are you getting all these?"

From one of the other ladders, a gruff pony wearing a hardhat and a nametag that reads "Whinnyferd's Construction Company: We love tall buildings," waves at you.

"Heyo!"

"This is ridiculous. Cheerilee!" You turn to your date's attentive ear. "Cheerilee my sweetest thing in the world, you are best pony."

Applejack looks panicked as the body between you begins to enlarge. "Wh-what are you doin', Anon?" 

"Cheerilee, I am so happy on our date! I was so nervous to ask you out but I'm glad it finally happened!" Heart-shaped eyes drink in your praise and as her legs and muscles inch upwards in size, you begin to outpace even the fastest and hardiest of ponies. "Cartoon character physics be damned, I have horse power to spare!"