"*Yawn* Land sakes, ah'm plumb tired," said Applebloom. "Ah don't remember applebuckin' being this exhaustin.'"

"Well, you gotta admit," said Scootaloo, "your own apple buckets are looking a little larger than last year."

The two girls, along with Sweetie Belle, shared a laugh as they sat in AB's bedroom. The Apple family was still in the midst of harvesting their biggest apple crop, but Scootaloo was right: the added weight to Applebloom's chest had definitely felt like a hindrance ever since the harvesting had begun. Luckily, Applejack had given in to her sister's requests for some extra breaks, even though she stressed how important it was that they finish harvesting as soon as possible.

"Yuh sure can say that agin," said Applebloom, hefting her bosom with both hands. "They're definitely more than a handful."

"So, how are those bras and underwear my sister gave you?" Asked Sweetie Belle. "They still fit?"

"Actually, no," replied AB. "Ah didn't want to say anythin,' but mah bras haven't felt comf'terble for a few weeks now."

"I thought you looked a little fuller," said Scootaloo.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Asked Sweetie. "Rarity's been back in town for a few days since the Baltimare Fashion Blitz. I'm sure we can stop by and get you fitted for some new tops. Uh, it is just your tops that are getting smaller, right?"

"Uh-huh. Ever'thin else fits just fine."

"Speaking of fine," said Scootaloo, with a smile, "how are things going with you and Coral?"

"Scoots, ah told you: we're just friends."

"Yeah, sure. That's always how it starts," said the young Pegasus. "Deny it all you want, but I think he likes you."

"Oh, stop it."

"Would it really be bad if he did like you?" Asked Sweetie, curiously.

"Well, yes-ah mean no, ah-mean, oh ah don't know, okay?" Said Applebloom, her voice getting louder.

"Okay okay," said Scootaloo. "Sorry I brought it up."

"Ah mean, ah guess I take after Applejack, is all," said AB, looking at her friends. "She's never really had any stallions she's shown an interest in. Well, none ah've ever known of. She works hard an, she always wants to do right by our family. And, that's what ah want to do too."

"Though you got to admit, Coral is a hard worker," said Sweetie, looking out the window. "Can't believe he was already working when we showed up."

"Yeah, he's been goin' out earlier these days," said Applebloom. "First time, was right after that one evening out in the orchard."

"What!?" said Sweetie, inching closer to her friend. "You two were out in the orchard? Come on, Applebloom, are you hiding something from us?"

"No Sweetie Belle, ah am not! It was just, a nice evening out, and, we gots to talkin' bout things and...then, he got real quiet, and rushed past me into the house."

"Well, did he give a reason why? Maybe he heard somethin' out in the orchard."

"Ah tried gettin' it outta him the next day, but he snuck outta the house and went straight down to the south orchard. Not sure how long he'd been out there, but he'd filled a few dozen buckets by the time ah arrived."

"And still no reason?"

"Well, yes and no. He claimed he got this thought in his head, bout trying to put on a barn dance durin' the ciderfest, to raise money for building Ponyville a new library. Ah mean, it sounded plausible, but, ah don't think that's the kind of thing a stallion would get so pre-occupied over."

"Maybe he's one of those creative types that just gets really hooked on an idea," said Sweetie Belle. "Rarity does it all the time. I remember one time during lunch, she had an epiphany about a design, and just ran back to the boutique to work on it...and I had to pay for my meal, and the one she didn't eat."

"Maybe," said Applebloom. "We did bring it up to sis the day after. Took her awhile to warm up to the idea, given how busy things are round here. Ah think Coral was relieved she said yes."

"So, now you're planning a dance?"

"Yes, and no. Ah just figure we can ask Pinkie Pie when we get the chance."

"Well, if anypony can pull off a barn dance, it's her. Should be smooth sailing for Coral and you."

"Look, we've rambled on enough about stallions and dances," said Scootaloo. "Are we going to do anything fun today?"

"We could go down to the swimming hole," suggested Sweetie. "When was the last time we did that?"

"Around the start of Summer," said Scootaloo, "Now sounds like as good a time as any. After the cider festival, there's the zap apple harvest, and then it'll start to get colder. So what do ya say, Cutie Mark Crusaders?"

"It sounds fun," said Applebloom, "but ah don't think ah can."

"Why not?"

"Member when ah said mah bras were getting too tight? Ah'm pretty sure mah swimsuit's also gonna be a problem."

"Well that settles it," said Sweetie, rising to her hooves. "Your bras don't fit, your swimsuit doesn't fit: we're gonna visit Rarity!"

*THWACK* *RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE*

Coral watched as a whack with his wooden branch, sent another load of apples into the buckets. His erection hadn't lasted as long today as it normally did, and he'd quickly taken up his 'whackin' branch' (at least that's what Granny Smith had named it), for a good portion of the morning.

"Coral!"

His ears perked up, at the sound of Applebloom's voice.

"Over here, Applebloom," he called out.

Pretty soon a rustling of leaves brought forth AB and her friends.

"Hi girls. Enjoying Applebloom's little break from work today?"

"Well we were going to," said Scootaloo. "Sweetie Belle suggested we go down to the swimming hole, but, Applebloom needs a few things."

"Yeah, important things," said Sweetie, smiling mischievously.

"What, like a rubber raft, or an innertube?" asked Coral.

"No, some new bras and a swimsuit."

"Sweetie Belle," hissed Applebloom.

"What? You do!"

"Anyways," said AB, shooting her friend a major case of 'stink-eye,' "It usually takes Rarity some time to make things, so, we bumped back our plans by a few days. Applejack and Big Mac weren't too happy, but ah promised to work extra-hard durin' ciderfest."

"Speaking of work," said Scootaloo, "when was the last time you had a break, Coral?"

"Well, I am the hired hand," said Coral, whacking at another tree, putting on a little show for the girls. "I don't reckon Applejack is paying me to sit around."

"Yeah, but Applebloom told us you're doing a great job," said Sweetie Belle.

"Ah did?" asked AB.

"Of course! You were telling us, 'Boy howdy! That Coral Leaf is a right strong stallion! Knockin' apples down left and right out there. Ah bet he'd give mah bruther a run for his money.'"

"It wasn't, quite like that," said AB, her 'stink-eye' at Sweetie Belle getting 'stinkier,' "Ah merely said that you were really doing a good job harvestin' the trees out here."

"Well, I am half-done with the south orchard," said Coral, whacking at another tree with his stick.

"Besides, if I do finish early, I can always help Applejack, Big Mac, or you."

"Applebloom, this guy sounds too good to be true," said Sweetie, going over to Coral, and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Coral Leaf, I think you got work on the brain in a big way. And, speaking as a friend of a friend, we propose you come swimming with us."

"We do?" Came Scootaloo and Applebloom's voices in unison.

"Well, thanks," said Coral, gulping hard. "I appreciate the invitation, but I can't."

"Look, if you're worried about missing work, you don't have to come for the whole afternoon," said Sweetie. "I'm sure Applejack and Big Mac wouldn't mind if you just took off for an hour or two."

"It's not that," said Coral, taking a whack at another Appletree, and feeling a slight throbbing in in his crotch. "I, well, I just don't want to talk about it."

"Why not?" Asked Sweetie Belle, following behind him.

"I, just don't," he replied, winding up to take a whack at another apple tree.

"Well, thennostickforyou!" She said, catching him off guard, and grabbing the branch out of his hands.

"Hey! Sweetie Belle, I need that," he said, as she started running through the orchard.

"You want it back, spill the beans," she giggled, managing to stay a few steps ahead.

"No! Applebloom, Scootaloo, can't you do something?"

"Well," said Applebloom, as Sweetie and Coral ran by, "ah suppose we could-"

"But we won't!" Interjected Scootaloo, enjoying the little game her friend was playing.

"Aw, come on!" Called out Coral, as Sweetie bounced around like a busty little nymph.

"Come on," she called back, "why so slow? You should be able to catch me."

Well, you don't have a monster cock between your legs, he though to himself, as she flounced past him a 5th time.

"Nyah-nyah," she cried, waving it in his face, almost out of reach. "Can't have it back til'-"

Before she could react, Coral's right hand had shot out, and grabbed the end.

"You were saying?" He asked smugly.

"Well, I'm still not letting go," said Sweetie, gripping her end of the branch with both hands.

"Sweetie Belle, give it back!"

"No, tell us why!"

"No!"

"Tell us!!"

"NO!!!"

The outburst from Coral was enough to startle Sweetie, and that split-second caused her to let go enough for Coral to claim the stick back. However, with 140 pounds of girl no longer pulling on it, he lost his balance, and pitched backwards.

*WHACK*

The back of his head hit the tree trunk behind him, and the world exploded in small flashes of stars, a second before-

*SMACK*

-his stick contacted his forehead, and the small flashes increased tenfold.

The impact also dislodged a few apples, and a small amount rained down around him, as Coral collapsed to the ground!

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh," gasped Sweetie, as she and the others ran over to Coral.

"Why'd ya do that for?" demanded Applebloom.

"I didn't mean it," said Sweetie, nervously from her friend, "Coral, I'm sorry, that wasn't intentional!"

"I don't see any blood," said Scootaloo, kneeling down next to him, "though his forehead looks a little red."

"Ah think he'll be fine," said Applebloom, as she leaned over him, her large chest pressing on his. "Coral, kin ya hear me? It's Applebloom."

"No...under...wear..."

Her orange eyes shot open at the words, and she backed away quickly."

"Wh-what did you just say?"

"No, under, wear," said Coral, weakly, leaning on his left arm, as his right hand felt a bump on the back of his head, and some tenderness on his forehead. "I...I don't have any underwear, or swimtrunks. There, happy Sweetie? UNGH, my head."

"Whoa, hold on," said Scootaloo. "You mean, right now you're-"

"Yeah, you got it," said Coral, slowly getting on his feet.

"Yah mean ta tell me you came all the way to Ponyville...with no underthings?" Asked Applebloom, a little apprehensively.

"It's, a long story," said Coral, grasping his whacking branch, and looking at Sweetie in an annoyed manner, "and no, you're not going to hear it."

"Coral," said Sweetie. "Please, is there any-"

"Just, don't talk to me right now," he said, breathing heavily.

Sweetie Belle quietly walked away, with Scootaloo following after her. Applebloom meanwhile, came over to Coral, and put her hand on his shoulder (and found part of her left breast pressing against his arm).

"She really didn't mean it, Coral," she said. "Please don't be mad at Sweetie Belle."

"I'm not mad," he said. "I'm just...upset. I, I just need to breathe. It's not easy to think when you get hit with a tree, and a branch in 2 seconds."

"Maybe ah should get some ice. That might help ya."

"No, no. I'm a big boy, I'll be alright."

"Except fer your underpants."

"Huh-whuh?"

"Ah think, we need to do some shoppin," said Applejack, giving his overalls a little pat (though not in a particular area).

"No-no, really, you don't need to do that."

"Well personally, your clothin' situation right now sounds a bit...gross. Ah don't normally talk about, 'guy-things,' but ah feel we should get you some."

"I'd prefer, not to," replied Coral.

"Whut is it with you and underwear?"

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it. Oh look, your friends are back."

Scootaloo led the two-pony group, with Sweetie avoiding Coral's eyes.

"Coral, Sweetie Belle wanted me to tell you she's very sorry for what happened," said Scootaloo. "She said she understands if you don't want to speak to her, but, she wants to make it up to you."

"Alright. How?"

"Well as we said, we were going to Rarity's to get Applebloom some new things to wear. Sweetie is pretty sure her sister can make you some 'things' too...along with maybe, a pair of swimtrunks?"

It hadn't been easy to convince Applejack to let Coral go with them into town. With the harvesting deadline not too far off, and Applebloom's slow-down due to her 'added strain,' AJ was more-than-justified in her concerns.

It took Coral promising that he'd be back in time to get some more work in before dinner, before the three fillies and Coral were finally on their way. Of course, Sweetie stayed a distance from Coral, who still seemed a bit perturbed towards her after 'the orchard incident.'

"Boy, your sister seemed a little more worked up than usual," said Scootaloo.

"Well, this is our family's biggest harvest ever," said Applebloom. "Once we get that taken care of, then we got tah sort em, and then prep the equipment for the cider festival."

"And get the barn ready for the dance," said Coral. "I wonder if, maybe we should just forget about th-"

"Don't be ridiculous," chimed in Sweetie. "Applebloom told us how concerned you were about Ponyville not having a new library. I think it's an excellent idea."

"Tryin' to get back on his good side much?" whispered AB.

"Shh," whispered back Sweetie.

"Still, ah feel it shouldn't be too much of a problem," said Applebloom. "After all, we'll have Pinkie Pie planning it. That means most of the heavy liftin's already been takin' care of."

"Speaking of 'heavy lifting,' asked Scootaloo, "do you really think it was a good idea to go to Rarity's without a-"

"Well, it was either feel like ah wuz bein' bound up, or breathin' a bit easier," said Applebloom, feeling a bit apprehensive to be discussing these things around Coral.

*RING-A-LING*

The little bell over the door in Carousel Boutique rang, as the group entered.

"I hear you," came a sweet voice from up a nearby flight of stairs. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm just taking care of a few things, but I'll be right down!"

"Must be working on a new project or somethin," said Sweetie, turning to Coral. "That's my sister: always trying to push herself with a new project, or idea."

The candy-colored room was definitely not what Coral was used to. It's soft shades of purple, pink, and blue, definitely made him feel like a stallion in a strange place.

"It looks like she just handles pony-clothing," said Coral, his eyes falling on a yellow dress with white lace, on a sewing dummy. "Are you sure she also designs for stallions?"

"Oh but of course, darling!"

The voice came from the nearby stairway, and a sparkling white pony with even more sparkling blue eyes, descended. Her purple hair spiraled into a curl that bobbed with each step, and she wore a lavendar skirt that went past her knees, and a light, flowing blue top, that almost looked like it could have been made of cloud.

"Why, hello girls. Ooo, and I see you brought a new friend! And, who might this handsome young stallion be?"

"This is Coral Leaf," said Sweetie. "He's helping Applebloom and the Apples with their harvest."

"So I've heard," said Rarity, shaking Coral's hand. "Twilight and I chatted before I went off to Baltimare, and your name happened to come up. So, you're the Apple's new farmhand?"

"That's right," said Coral. "And Applebloom was telling me about some of your more famous clients a little while ago."

"Oh! Well, it all depends on what you mean by, 'fame,'" said Rarity.

It was obvious to the girls that he had said the magic word, as Rarity took a deep breath, and continued talking.

"Carousel Boutique has been all about pushing boundaries, and making some of the most beautiful, and stunning outfits and designs. I stand by every one of my items, which puts me head and shoulders above the competition. I'd show you the awards and accolades the fashion world has heaped on me over the years, but I am far-too-modest to do so."

"Okay," said Coral. "Well, th-"

"But let me show you this!" Said Rarity, rushing over to an oak-wood box. Opening it, she revealed a gold statue of a pony, stylized as if being swept along a trail of spiraling silk.

"This little beauty I won in Baltimare. See the plaque? 'Best in Show: Raretee'-WHAT!!? HOW COULD THEY MISSPELL MY-"

"Rarity!"

Sweetie Belle's voice seemed to break the spell, and Rarity's frozen expression of shocked anger, relaxed into a look of ladylike calm.

"Ahem. Well, I am sure this, little formality can be addressed...another time. Now then, what brings you four to my shop today?"

"I was wondering if you could help out Applebloom and Coral," explained Sweetie. "You see, we want to go swimming in a few days, and we were hoping you could maybe create some things for them."

"And...we both need some help in other...areas," said Applebloom, her eyes cast down at the floor.

"Why whatever do you mean, Applebloom?" asked Rarity.

The bosomy filly glanced around nervously, then walked over, and whispered in Rarity's ear. The other girls and Coral watched as Rarity's eyes darted around, narrowed, popped open, and ended with her mouth pursed into an 'o' shape.

"Well, that certainly does sound like a tall order," said Rarity, as Applebloom took a few steps back. "And while I have some new fashion ideas I would love to begin, I shall put them on hold, for the good of you both."

"Thanks for helping out, Rarity," said Coral, as she headed over to a drawer. "This really means a lot to me. I mean, us, I mean-"

"Oh-puh-kuh-puh," sputtered Rarity, as she pulled out a tape measure, and put on her glasses, "it's the least I can do! Now Coral, since you seem to be in a state of being somewhat, under-dressed, maybe we should take care of you first?"

"Okay," he said. "You are the designer, after all."

"Excellent! Girls, why don't you go upstairs? Once I'm done with Coral, I'll call up for Applebloom to come down."

The girls quickly shuffled upstairs. Once they were out of sight, Rarity went around to each of the nearby windows, and pulled the curtains.

"Is that necessary?" Asked Coral.

"My dear, do you even realize what you're asking?" Asked Rarity, as the final curtain was pulled. "I am taking measurements on a young stallion, who has nothing under his work clothes. If you'd prefer I leave the curtains open, you might just as well we measure you in the town square."

"Oh, right," said Coral. "Truth is, I've never really had a, 'personal measuring' like this one."

"Oh really? And do you usually go around without undergarments?"

"Not always," said Coral, as Rarity motioned for him to stand up on a raised platform. "A few years ago, I started having some, issues."

"Hmm, and what might those issues be?"

"I...can I trust you to keep this a secret?"

"Oh, but of course, darling. It's an unwritten clause in my designer's code: what goes on during our session, will not be divulged to outside ears."

"And, you promise not to freak out?"

"O-ho-ho Coral, I don't see what could possibly make you think that you could somehow freak me out...is it an injury?"

"No."

"A scar?"

"No."

"A discoloration?"

"No! It's...well, you said you'd keep this a secret, and, since it ties into this fitting...well, here goes."

As Rarity watched, Coral undid the buckles on his overalls, and as her eyes followed them down to the platform's surface, her eyes suddenly found themselves affixed to his crotch.

The young stallion looked like any normal, strapping young man...except for what she was seeing.

His penis was huge! It hung down almost 3/4 the length of his upper thighs, and looked to be almost as thick around as his forearm. Underneath, she could see his scrotum, which also looked quite 'abundant.' Where one would probably have found a manageable handful of male testicles, it was clear to see that both hands would be needed to cup what was dangling by several inches.

"Um, Rarity?"

"..."

"Rarity?"

"..."

"Rarity!"

The extra volume seemed to do the trick. Her black eyelashes fluttered, and her head wobbled.

"Wh-I-oh my, I am so sorry," she said. "So, um, when did it, become...like this?"

"It started after I turned 11," he said. "I used to be normal, but then suddenly, it started getting...bigger."

"So I see," said Rarity, unable to pull her eyes away. "Did you go to a Doctor?"

"The closest one we went to couldn't figure out what was wrong with me," he replied. "It was suggested that we see a specialist in Canterlot, but we couldn't afford to do that."

"Oh my, you poor thing," she said, un-spooling her tape measure. "So, I take it, this is the reason why you don't have any undergarments?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I don't think I've had any for over 5 years now."

"5 YEARS!!?"

"Rarity!"

"Oh right-righ-tright, sorry. It's just, shocking that a nice, big, strong young stallion like yourself, would be so...endowed."

"I guess that's, one way to put it."

"Now, I'm just wondering, um...this isn't it's, full-size, is it?"

"No, it definitely gets bigger."

"I can imagine-I-I-I mean, not to put any undue, 'strain' on you dear but, surely you understand for my, purposes youseethetapemeasurehereand-"

"You want to get exact measurements?"

"I-i-if it's not too much trouble," squeaked Rarity, feeling her white cheeks flushing.

"Well, I just need to concentrate on something," said Coral, a little red flushing his orange cheeks, but not as severely as Rarity's.

"I-is there a way to know when you've, um, achieved..full-size?"

"There's usually a strong, tingling sensation?"

"O-oh, good! That should help me greatly in getting what I need! Um, if you want privacy, I do have my changing booths over there."

"I think I may need something not so...confining?"

"Oh, right-right-right-yes-of-course-oh-hoh, I don't know what's come over me!"

Using her magic, Rarity quickly unfolded a three-panel divider nearby.

"Now, just go behind there, and you can come out when you're...done!"

Coral descended down from the raised platform, still feeling a little embarrassed to be naked in front of a pony like Rarity, who was currently all smiles.

Walking behind the divider, he took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

He could see her clearly.

Standing in front of the Apple's barn, stood Applebloom. Her golden skin almost sparkling in the noon-day sun. Her red hair done up in a ponytail, though topped with a large pink bow.

She raised her arms over her head, and arched her back, sticking out her chest, which was straining a light-green top, with several buttons down the front. A little of bit of her midriff could be seen, before soke tight cutoff jean shorts encased her hips.

"NNGH!" She grunted, arching her back a few more times. "Shore is hot out t'day. Think ah'll cool off."

As Coral watched, she picked up a green hose, and unspooled about 15 ft of it, before turning the spigot on the nozzle it was attached to. In a few seconds, water spurted from the end of the hose, and AB stuck her thumb over it, allowing the stream of water to fan out in a cooling wave.

"Ah, so good," she sighed, as the spray of water spread across her clothing, soaking every inch of her body, and plastering her outfit to it.

"Funny...still, feel...warm," she murmured, breathing a bit heavier. She waved the spray over her large chest, and that was when Coral saw something that made him warm up too.

Her chest was growing! The light cotton material made it clearer, as the stretchy material attempted to cling to the young filly's swelling spheres, but soon gave up, as her chest soon reached the size of large basketballs.

Gaps began to appear between the white buttons, growing wider by the second, until one-by-one, the little white circles popped off from the strain.

Applebloom was moaning louder, and as Coral watched, her left hand snaked down along the enormous curve of her left breast, and dipped into her shorts. He could see her hand moving against the tight denim, and when she shuddered, he knew she had found what she was looking for.

"Still...so...warm," she moaned, as her button-less top rose above the beachball-sized curves of her still-growing chest! In a matter of seconds, the shirt looked like a child's, as her bosom reached the size of two apple carts!

Soon, she leaned forward, and her golden globes touched the ground, their shapes still swelling, looking like slightly-squished water balloons against the Earth.

Even her once small nipples were a sight to behold. They had swelled up into two puffy bulges, each the size of a loaf of bread.

As he watched them plump up inch-by-inch, Coral could feel it: that warm tingling feeling, deep down in his groin. He wanted to stay in this moment longer, but he could feel the sensation washing over him like an electric shock, that spread from his midsection, and out to every part of his body!

Opening his eyes, Coral didn't have to look far, to see what his fantasy about Applebloom's body, had done to his own body.

His penis stretched out in front of him, raised up at a slight angle. Reaching out to touch it with both hands, it bobbled a bit in the air, and a slight stroke of it with his left hand, caused a tingle that gave him goosebumps!

He could see a vein snaking along the length of his monstrous member, and the tip looked like a child's safety helmet! It's diameter was at least a foot, and he was surprised when stroking along the shaft with his right hand, how much girth he was grasping!

Reaching down, the palm of his left hand contacted his scrotum, which had also grown in size. It felt like one of his testicles had swelled to the size of softballs!

Well, he thought, guess it's time for measuring.

"Ok, Rarity...I'm ready."

"Oh! Very well then, Coral. Now let's see what we have to work with. Well, that certainly is b-b-b-b-bah-bah-bah-bah-h-h-h-hu-hu-hu-geh-he-eheh-heh-b-b-"

As Coral fully revealed himself to Rarity, he was slightly amused by the look on her face, which was contorted into a look of shock and awe as she tried to speak properly.

"Yeah, I had a feeling some ponies might react like this," he said, trying humor to break her out of her stupor.

Rarity attempted another few seconds of trying to speak, before shaking her head.

"S-sorry, Coral. It's just, I had no idea when you said it would get...bigger...T-that you would mean, this big. I'm beginning to see why you have been going 'au naturale' for so long."

"Yeah," said Coral, as he walked over to the raised platform, each step causing his member to wobble, until soon, he was standing, ready to be measured.

"Well," said Rarity, taking a deep breath, and wiping her forehead, "let's begin, shall we?"

__________

15 minutes later, Rarity had the tape measure around her shoulders, and was scribbling down some things in a notepad.

"Alright, Coral, I think I know what we're dealing with here," she said. "I hope you don't mind that I also measured your whole body, but given what I've seen, I think I can spruce you up with something besides those overalls of yours."

"If you think you can make me some new clothes, I'm up for it," said Coral. "I haven't spent much of what the Apples have paid me-"

"Ah-pah-kuh," came Rarity's voice. "You're obviously a handsome young stallion who not only needs support for some of the ...larger things in your life, but one who needs some definite wardrobe improvements. And I intend to let my element of generosity shine! Speaking of generous, I think it's fairly certain we'll need plenty of fabric...down there. Do you know if you're almost done...growing?"

"I have no idea. It feels like ever since I came to Ponyville, it started, getting bigger again."

"Hmm," said Rarity, deep in thought. "Maybe something in the water? Oh well, no matter about that. I think I have just the right material for your equipment!"

Going through a nearby doorway, Rarity returned in a few minutes with a shiny purple material.

"Now, I have this in several different colors, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by what it has to offer."

"What does it do?"

"Oh, you'll see," she replied, snipping off a 2x2 foot square, and standing up next to Coral on the platform.

"Now, if you'll extend your arm out, please?"
Coral obeyed, and Rarity pressed the material against his fist.

"What does it feel like?"

"Kind of like cotton...but, almost like rubber?"

"Bingo! It's a synthetic blend I picked up in Manehattan a few moons ago, though I never found a proper use for it...until you!"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Just hold your arm straight and steady, and I'll show you."

Coral did as he was told, and as he watched, Rarity pulled the material towards his forearm. As she did so, the cloth seemed to conform to his arm, almost like a sock to a foot! He almost expected it to feel tight, but it had a surprising amount of 'give' to it!

"Th-that's amazing!" He said aloud.

"Oo-hoo-hoo! I knew you'd see it, too!" Squealed Rarity. "So, as you can gather, We can use this material for some nice undergarments that will fit you. If you find yourself getting bigger, the strength of this material should be enough to hold you comfortably, AND, it should provide you with enough room if you still aren't finished growing yet."

"I wish I had this kind of stuff when I was in my mid-teens," said Coral, feeling the material on his arm. "I wouldn't have had to go around without any underwear."

"Well, Rarity is here to make sure that that won't be the case ever again!" She said, taking a step forward, and knocking against his still firm stallionhood. "Oops! I am sorry, Coral. Um, do you have a method to, shrink it down?"

"It's a little more stubborn these days," he said. "I sometimes...well, maybe not."

"Like I said before Coral dear, nothing we discuss here will leave this room."

Coral looked around apprehensively, and then whispered something in her ear...that caused her eyes to grow wide!

"Really? Doesn't that hurt?"

"A bit, but I'm usually tingling enough, and with enough whacks, I wear it down."

"A-but-but-but still, you are young, and you shouldn't be...banging it around like a piece of wood!"

"Well, all I need is something solid enough to, um, beat it against?"

"I see," said Rarity, looking around. "And you obviously don't want the girls to see-wait, you don't want the girls to see this?"

"No."

"But, whyever not?"

"I...I don't want them to think I'm, strange," he said. "I mean, not all stallions have a massive meat-stick like this."

"Well, speaking as one pony to a stallion," said Rarity. "I think you may be working yourself up over nothing."

"Well, 3 feet of stallionhood isn't nothing."

"No, it isn't, but it does makes you unique. You know, like a...a diamond in the rough."

"A what?"

"It's an expression, darling. It simply means that you are a unique individual."

"Well, I guess that's better than feeling...like a bit of a freak."

"Oh, do not even think that of yourself," said Rarity. "From the time we've spent together, you strike me as a very respectable, polite, and...well, endowed young stallion. And I bet if you play your cards right, maybe one day you'll make some lucky pony, very happy."

"I hope so," said Coral, glancing slightly up at the ceiling.

"Now, we need to work on getting your, ahem, appendage, down to a more manageable size. So, I think it's time we-um, I mean, you, should get to work."

It took a little while, but after 10 minutes of knocking his stallionhood between some soft rolls of fabric (lesser-used material that Rarity was fine with being wrinkled), Coral's erection was reduced to a more manageable 1 1/4 ft long.

Even at this size, Rarity could see him wary of it poking out against his overalls. So, using some soft cotton material, she bound it loosely against his stomach.

It was slightly awkward, but Coral managed as best he could, going upstairs, and knocking on the door to a rather 'noisy' room.

"Applebloom? It's your turn."

"Ah'm comin'!"

A few moments later, Applebloom emerged from the room.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Better than I expected. She said she'll have some new things for me in a few days."

"Sounds good! Ah can't wait to see-oh, right, she's makin' you some new underthings," said Applebloom, blushing as she recalled why they had brought Coral.

"Well, she is going to make me some swim trunks, and I did tell her that I don't have a lot of clothes, so she's offered to make me some new...ensembles?"

"That sounds like Rarity," said AB. "Well, ah better git down there. You kin hang out with Sweetie and Scootaloo til' ah git back."

"Um, ok," said Coral, as she walked past, and disappeared down the stairs.

Going into the room, he closed the door, and turned to find the other girls quietly staring at him.

"Ensembles? So, what's my sister going to make you?" Asked Sweetie.

"Not totally sure yet," he replied, sitting down (if a bit more 'erect' than usual). "Underwear, some swimwear, and some things she said she was still thinking about."

"Well, at least it sounds like you'll be able to go swimming with us," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah," said Sweetie, "Sounds great that you can join us. It's not often we invite others to come along, especially a stallion like yourself."

"Well, thanks," said Coral. "I guess you're right. Maybe I have been working a bit hard out in that orchard."

"Speaking of, 'working hard,'" said Scootaloo. "Applebloom said you've been doing some...strange things."

"Oh...like what?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Sweetie Belle, rolling her eyes innocently. "Like, wandering together in the orchard...you working kinda early?"

"I, I just thought it would be a nice night for a walk," said Coral, a small knot forming in his stomach. "And, Applejack hired me to buck apples and help, so, that's why I'm getting out there early."

"But not even a greeting to the Apples, or grabbing a small bite to eat?"

"I, just, got a lot of things on my mind."

"A lot of things you say?" Asked Sweetie. "Or, maybe, 'one thing?'"

"Eh-heh, and what might that be?" He chuckled, trying to make it sound like they were joking.

"Applebloom," Sweetie and Scootaloo replied, in unison.

"D-don't be ridiculous. She's just, a friend."

"Funny, she said the same thing about you this morning," smiled Scootaloo.

"She did?"

"Yeah," chimed in Sweetie Belle. "And she s-s-stuttered, just like that."

"Well, I think you two are making a big deal out of nothing," he said, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else. "And, besides, I'm...I'm still mad at you, Sweetie Belle."

"You...you are?" She said, eyes getting wide.

"Y-yes, I am," he replied, voice getting a bit louder. "My head still aches, and who knows, I, why I might even have brain damage."

"No Coral, please don't say that," she said, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I really didn't mean it. P-please don't...b-be...WHHHAAHHHH!!"

Coral's face suddenly took on a look of worried shock as Sweetie Belle buried her face in a nearby pillow, wailing and sobbing. He hoped that the sobs hadn't carried downstairs.

"y-*sniff*-y-you hate me!" She sobbed into the pillow.

"No no no, I don't," he said, rushing over to her, sitting down as her pink and purple curls bobbed from her crying fit.

"Yes y-y-you do!"

"I don't, honest! Please Sweetie Belle, I'm sorry. I-it really, doesn't hurt...that bad," he said, rubbing the back of his head...though it did cause him to wince slightly.

She made one more sob, before making a loud sniffling, and turning her teary-eyes to his.

"Y-you're really sorry?"

"Yes, I am. You were just having some, fun, and you just got carried away. I guess I just, overreacted."

"*sniff* Well, if it makes you feel any better," said Sweetie, wiping her eyes, "Scootaloo and I, have something we want to tell you, right Scoots?"

"Yeah," said Scootaloo, sitting down next to Coral.

"Really? What's that?"

"You lie worse than we do."

And before he could realize he'd been tricked, both of the fillies began tickling him, Sweetie in his chest, Scootaloo on his back. It was just Coral's luck that he was ticklish, and pretty soon, he was at their mercy.

"Say it, Coral!"

"No!"

"Say you like Applebloom!"

"E-hee-hee, n-n-no!"

"We're not going anywhere, until you confess."

"A-hah-hah-hah-hah-never!"

"Very well, death by tick-what the-?"

Coral felt Sweetie's fingers tickle along a portion of his overalls where his anchored member was, and jerk away. He quickly used that moment to spin away from the girls, gasping for air.

"S-s-stay away!"

"Huh? What just happened?" Asked Scootaloo.

"What was that?" Asked Sweetie.

"None of your business," said Coral, breathing heavily. Looking around, he spotted a nearby closet, and quickly rushed inside, locking the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Coral?" Came Sweetie's voice from the other side of the door. Please open up."

"Why? So you two can touch me again? Get me to say things about...Applebloom?"

"No! Honest to Luna, we just wanna...wanna talk with you."

"Yeah, that's twice I've fallen for your tricks today," he said, scrunching himself into a ball, among a number of materials and fabrics.

"It's just, was that yer...thingy?"

"What thingy?" came Scootaloo's voice.

"When we were tickling him, I felt something through his overalls, I think it was his-"

"I can still hear you, you know," he said, angrily eyeing the door.

"Is, is that why you don't wear any...underwear?" Came Scootaloo's voice.

Coral remained silent. He wasn't going to have a conversation through a closet door about his secret. If it meant waiting for Applebloom to come back from her fitting, he'd wait. They could keep knocking, but there was no way he'd open the door early.

Just as he had made that vow, something slipped under the door.

Finding a hanging light switch overhead, he flicked it on. Near the bottom of the door, he saw a folded piece of paper, with a frown-y face on it, and the words, "please read me," in swooping cursive.

He tried to remain strong, but he groaned, and snatched it up from the floor.

This is your fault, Mother, he thought to himself. You always told me to be nice to girls, and look where it's got me. Locked in a closet, reading a note.

Opening it up, the same swooping penmanship outlined a small letter.

Coral -

I know you have probably already made up your mind to hate me, but for realsies, I am sorry. I'm sorry for you hitting your head this morning, and for tricking you a little while ago.

If you want to come out, Scootaloo and I promise no more tricks today. I feel we may have crossed a line, and upset you even more.
We are just going to sit on the bed, until you come out first, or Applebloom comes up. We promise we won't tell her what we were talking about, or, other things.

Cross our hearts and hope to fly, Stick some cupcakes in our eyes.

Sorry,

Sweetie Belle & Scootaloo

Coral threw down the letter. He closed his eyes, trying to stay angry at both of the fillies on the other side of the door. He scrunched up his face into a tight grimace of anger...but just like when he picked up the letter, he rolled his eyes and groaned.

Taking a long sigh, he unlocked the door, and opened it slowly. As had been described in the letter, both of the girls were sitting quietly on the bed nearby, their hands in their laps. Upon seeing his head peering out, they each made an 'X' across their chests with their fingers, before cupping a hand over their right eyes, tying into their hand-signed promise.

Sighing, Coral opened the door wider, and went over to a chair near one of Rarity's sewing machines.

He turned his head away from the two fillies, looking out the window towards Ponyville.

"Apology accepted," he mumbled. "And yes...it was."

"H-has it-"

"No."

The small group sat in silence for 12 more minutes. Eventually, the door opened, and Applebloom walked in.

"Sorry it took so long. Rarity said there's definitely a bit more of me to go around."

It was then she noticed the quietness of the room.

"Is ever'thang alright?"

"Yep, right as rain," said Scootaloo.

"We heard some noise from downstairs," said Applebloom. "Ah expected things to be a bit more...excitin' than this."

"Well," said Sweetie Belle, "we were-"

"Meditating," said Coral.

"Meditating?" Asked Applebloom.

"Yeah," he replied. "Sweetie and Scoots were wondering how I keep my concentration out in the field? So, we decided to give it a try. Right, girls?"

"Um, yeah," said Sweetie. "Really, um, did the trick!"

"You bet," chimed in Scootaloo. "Why I feel way more relaxed than when we first got here. Maybe you can join us next time, Applebloom."

"Well thanks, but we better get on back to Sweet Apple Acres," said Applebloom. "Coral has to get in some more work before dinner, like we promised Applejack."

"Great idea," said Coral. "Lead the way, AB."

As Applebloom walked out the door, Coral winked at the two fillies.

"Not bad," whispered Sweetie Belle, as they followed their friend downstairs.

Rarity assured Coral and Applebloom, that it would take 3 days to finalize their new clothing, and with that, the small gang headed back towards Sweet Apple Acres.

They hadn't gone far when a familiar voice rang in their ears.

"Oh my gosh, did she just come out of Carousel Boutique?"

The three girls rolled their eyes in unison, and Coral's memory of that sweet-and-sour voice made him turn his head.

Sure enough, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were a few steps behind them.

"Guess Apple-boobs finally took the hint to get some extra support for her udders."

"Leave her alone," said Scootaloo, stopping in her tracks, and looking back at the two girls.

"Or what, no-fly-zone?" asked Diamond.

"Oo, burn," squealed Silver Spoon.

"That's not, funny," said Applebloom, her lip curling into a frown.

"Oh no," gasped Diamond, "watch out girls. Don't you know that upset little cows give curdled mi-"

Diamond Tiara didn't get to finish her diatribe, as Applebloom charged at her with her chest, and pinned the pink pony against a nearby wall!

"Nngh, w-what are you doing?" Wailed Diamond.

"Ah want you to shut! Up!" Said Applebloom. "Ah am sick and tired of yer name-callin'!"

"Ungh! Get off me!"

"Not til' you apologize to Scootaloo, and me!"

"Apologize? F-for what?"

Applebloom pressed harder against the girl. She was feeling some pain in her chest, but she wasn't going to let Diamond Tiara off easily this time.

"Apologize!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry fer whut?"

"For, for calling Scootaloo names!"

"And?"

"And, and for saying you're a cow!"

The magic words spoken, Applebloom backed off, her abundant chest freed from holding the bratty girl against the wall.

Silver Spoon was quickly at Diamond's side, as Applebloom joined her friends.

"Y-you saw that, right?" Diamond said to Silver. "She attacked me! I won't forget this! You hear m-"

Diamond Tiara shrieked as Applebloom started charging at her, but stopped short, her basketball-sized breasts bobbled to a bra-less stop.The over-endowed Apple then strode off, joining her friends and Coral, as the pink pony dusted herself off, and watched them cross over the bridge leading back to the farm.

"This isn't over," she snarled to Silver Spoon. "Nopony makes a fool out of me."

Once out of earshot, the girls exploded in a fit of cheering and high-fives.

"That was awesome!" Said Scootaloo.

"Yeah, you really put her in her place," said Sweetie, hugging her friend.

"Well, ah couldn't just let her stand there and get away with sayin' those things," said Applebloom. "And, ah do owe it to Coral."

"Me?" He asked. "What did I do?"

"The other day," said Applebloom. "Member when you stood up fer me, and smacked Diamond Tiara's hand away from...my chest? You made me pinkie-promise that ah wouldn't let her do that again."

"Well, just, doing what I can to help," said Coral, grinning sheepishly.

"You know what I think?" said Sweetie. "I think she's secretly jealous of you, Applebloom."

"Huh? Me?" Asked AB. "What would give ya that idea?"

"She's always making fun of your breasts. I think she just wishes she had her own, 'naturals.'"

Applebloom and Scootaloo snickered, as Coral looked confused.

"'Naturals?'" He asked. "Is that some kind of Ponyville code word?"

"Well, it's kind of a, secret," said Scootaloo. "We can tell ya, but only if you don't blab it around."

"Do I gotta pinkie-promise?"

"No, we just need your word."

"Alright, my lips are sealed."

"Well," said Scootaloo. "When it came to development in school, Applebloom actually beat out Diamond Tiara."

"I, can see that," said Coral, snickering a bit...which was followed by Applebloom giving him a little punch in the arm.

"No, not, size-wise," continued Scootaloo. "Around the time we were 10, AB was the first girl in class that started to, develop."

"Yeah," said Sweetie. "And as expected, if Diamond Tiara can't be first at something, she'll let you know in her own...'special way.'"

"Anyways," said Applebloom, continuing the story. "A few months after ah started bloomin,' Diamond Tiara went away for a month or two. Her father Filthy Rich, arranged for her to have her schoolwork brought to their mansion, but noone saw Diamond until she came back. And when she came back, she had...grown."

"...just like that?" Asked Coral.

"That was her story," said Scootaloo. "Claimed she was really sick, and was required to stay in bed."

"And then while in bed, she started growing," sighed Sweetie. "Of course, we all know what really happened."

"She gotta boob job," said Applebloom, matter-of-factly. "Claimed it wuz all-natural, but even ah didn't get as big as her after my growth spurt."

"Of course, your growth spurt still hasn't stopped," smiled Scootaloo.

"It's gotta stop soon," said Applebloom. "Granny says ah'm prob'ly almost done. Still, it was fun seeing Diamond get upset when a few months after her growth, ah grew even bigger than her."

"Bet she asked her father for another boob-job," said Coral.

"Ah wouldn't doubt it," said Applebloom. "My guess is Filthy figgered once was enough."

"Well, at least you do got something she doesn't have," said Coral.

"These?" Said Applebloom, pointing to her chest.

"No. Manners," said Coral.

"Aw, thanks, Coral," said Applebloom, blushing.

"Awww," said Sweetie Belle, suddenly pinching Coral's left cheek, "isn't he just the sweetest thing?"

"Sweetie Belle," he smiled, with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Oh-hoh-oh, the sweetest thing," suddenly chimed in Scootaloo, causing Sweetie Belle to join in singing, as they bounced next to Coral, who was trying to ignore them, with his fingers in his ears.

Applebloom slowed her pace a bit, watching her two best friends tease Coral. A small smile spread across her face, and a small tingle ran through her body, as the sun cast long shadows across the small group of friends.

Author's Notes:

This was a fun chapter to write.

I like little character situations in the show, and I tried to translate that feel to this chapter. I know some 'cloppers' are probably tired of all the gabbing by now, but this isn't a simple 'clop-fic.' I don't devote my time to things that are that 'simple.' I always figure there are those looking for entertaining stories, as well as those that get a bit descriptive with some sensual expansion here-and-there. (I did a 56-page comic with some other expansion-related material on DeviantArt a decade ago, and it took some major deviations from what some assumed it's content would be).

On the show, I remember being somewhat enamored with Sweetie Belle being a cute if somewhat mischievous filly, and I feel she would have kept some of that spirit going into her late teens, and Coral being a somewhat serious young stallion, he's fun to have her play against.

We also get one of the more fun characters to write: Rarity! Having her be flustered and maybe trying to conceal some un-ladylike tendencies/thoughts, was fun.

In fact, I almost could have gone on for a few thousand more words with Rarity, but the 'main' chapters are to focus on story of Applebloom and Coral Leaf. However, I think I have a solution coming in a few weeks, that should allow Rarity to return for a fun little 'diversion,' before we return to the 'blooming' romance at hand.