Camp Bimboby Citrus RecluseChaptersPlay Ball!CPR: Breathe In, Breathe OutThe BallThe Cure!Play Ball!Princess Luna roamed the hallways of the castle. It was early in the morning: Celestia had just brought the sunrise, and she was looking forward to taking a nap. Entering a side hallway, Luna let out a yawn. Her eyes snapped open mid-yawn and drifted towards a storage room at the end of the hall. The door was open, and if she peeked inside a little, she could see a mess leading inside the room. “Oh, tell me that's not the room I think it is,” Luna said to herself. She zipped towards the room and pushed the door open, horrified at what she saw. Basketballs, soccer balls, and other sports equipment was spread across the floor. Luna grimaced, putting her hands on her head. “No, no, no!” “Luna?” Celestia joined Luna in the hallway. “Is everything alright?” “No, sister. Everything is not alright.” Luna gestured to the floor. “Look! Someone has been in this room!” “Oh dear,” Celestia said. “I'll get the gloves.” “Princesses?” A guard joined them. “What are you two both doing out here?” “Oh, nothing,” Celestia said. “Just cleaning up someone's mess. Someone left all these items lying out here.” “Oh. I'll help you clean that up.” The Guard bent down to pick one of the objects up, but Luna stopped him. “No. You mustn't touch them,” Luna said. “Uh, okay.” The Guard scratched his head, observing the box. “Hey, wasn't there another box in here?” “Yes.” Luna cupped her chin. “Yes, there was. What happened to it?” “We must find this box before anything … unsavory happens.” The Guard's eyes widened. “I, uh, think I know.” “You do?” The Princesses asked him in unison. “Princess Celestia, you wanted us to send a package to Twilight Sparkle and her friends this morning, right?” “Yes?” “Well … we may have put that package inside a cardboard box.” “What are you saying, Guardsman?” “Well … the cardboard box may have looked identical to the two in here, and it's possible that there may have been a mix-up.” “But that means ...” Luna said. “I know!” Celestia exclaimed. “Twilight Sparkle didn't get her assignment!” “More importantly than that, sister. Twilight Sparkle may have … we must get to Ponyville at once!” “Let's hope it's not too late to undo the damage ...” Celestia said, and they took off. ()()()() Spike was snoring and snoozing happily in his bed, dreaming of Rarity, and being a handsome knight in shining armor riding a majestic steed out to rescue his love, after which he would take her to his castle made out of ice cream … he would invite her in, they would have a few drinks, one of them or the other would have a small lapse in judgment, allowing their relationship to blossom … And the whole thing was interrupted by the sound of something pounding inside the library. It was happening on and off the entire morning, pestering Spike and interrupting his dreams. “Ugh!” Spike groaned, sitting upright in bed. He put his hands over his ears, trying to block out the noise. “What is going on down there?” Spike went down the stairs. His eyes widened at what he saw. Twilight Sparkle was running around the room, dribbling a basketball. She was wearing a revealing basketball playing outfit which Spike knew couldn't be regulation, with a space between the shirt and the skirt exposing her midsection, and a hole cut into the shirt to show off her cleavage. Although Spike didn't want to comment on it, he would say it had grown almost three sizes overnight, from flat-chested to the size of grapefruits. On top of all that, said cleavage was swinging from side-to-side, somewhat distracting Spike. “Twilight?” Spike asked. “What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?” “Out of the way, Spike!” Twilight bounced the ball on the hard floor. “I'm about to make a shot, and I don't want anything getting in the way of it.” Twilight took the ball into both hands and stuck her tongue as she aimed the ball at a basketball hoop which had been installed into the wall of the library. Twilight tossed the ball, getting a perfect shot as it went straight through the net to the floor. “Yes!” Twilight raised her fists in the air. “Perfect shot! Now, you needed something, Spike?” “Uh … not that I'm not glad you're getting some exercise, but are you feeling okay?” Spike asked. “You normally hate people throwing anything around in the library, and ... well ... installing a basketball hoop inside it doesn't seem like something you would do. No offense.” “I don't know what you're talking about, Spike.” Twilight walked over the ball and picked it up. “I feel fine. I feel good. I feel … jiggly.” “What?” “Nothing. I just meant … I feel bouncy! Happy. Like I could jump for joy.” “Uh, okay,” Spike said. “If you're sure you're feeling well ...” “I'm fine, Spike. Really.” “I'm, uh …” Spike started thinking about excuses he could use to leave. “I'm gonna go see Rarity, okay?” “Okay.” Twilight bounced the basketball against the floor again. Spike watched her with some concern, and made his way out the door. “Not jiggly enough.” Twilight said to herself once Spike had left. She held the ball up and put one hand on it, squeezing it tight. The ball was enveloped in a green aura of magic, which rose up and flew into Twilight's breasts. The green aura made them grow and enlarge, stretching out the fabric of her basketball outfit. “Oooooh …” Twilight moaned, enjoying the growth. When it had finished and the aura stopped, she looked down fondly at her enhanced boobs. “Now that's more like it!” Twilight twisted back and forth, reveling in the jiggly feeling as her huge boobs swung from side-to-side. “The boys will be sure to love me now!” Spike let himself inside Rarity's boutique. “Rarity, something's happened to Twilight. She's wearing a basketball uniform and playing with a basketball and acting really weird and I don't know what to do!” Spike exclaimed, but once Rarity came into view, his jaw dropped. “Not you too!” “Give me a 'B'!” Rarity said, raising a pom-pom into the air. Whatever had happened to Twilight had affected Rarity too, as she was wearing a cheerleader costume which exposed her midsection as well, a short skirt, and her boobs had been enhanced to enormous, comical proportions, nearly the size of volleyballs. “Give me an ‘I’!” Rarity cheered, striking a pose and doing a split. “Rarity, what happened to you?” Rarity looked at him. “I don't know what you're referring to, Spike. I’m great! Give me an “M”! … Spike? I said, 'give me an “M”'! Spike?” Rarity looked to see Spike had gone. Spike closed the door to the Boutique. First Twilight, now Rarity … what is going on here? It was a good bet that whatever it was that had gotten Twilight and Rarity had gotten to the rest of their friends, too. Spike found himself in luck as someone who could maybe help came by. “Snips! Snails!” Granted, Snips and Snails weren’t the best people in Ponyville to turn to for help, but Spike wanted help and he was going to take it the first chance he got. “I'm glad you're here! I need your help.” Snips and Snails looked at each other. “And, eh, what exactly kind of 'help' do you want?” Snails asked, scratching his head. “Something's happened to Twilight Sparkle and Rarity. They're acting all … weird!” “Weird how?” Snails asked. “Yeah. How?” Snips repeated. “Like, I don't know … they're all … flashy and … busty! Twilight isn't supposed to be that busty! Although, truthfully, I don't think I'd mind if Rarity stayed like that.” Spike shook his head. “Never mind. The point is, I need you to help me figure out what's going on.” “Eh, I don't know,” Snips said. “Our time is valuable, and we're very busy.” “We are?” Snails said, causing Snips to elbow him. “I mean, we are very busy.” "Are you?" Spike asked, a bit doubtful that anything Snips and Snails were doing could be so important. "Look, you two are the first people I've seen all day who are still acting normal, so I need your help." Spike looked back at the Carousel Boutique. "Come on, look!" Snips and Snails pondered on it for about a minute before coming over to see what was up. They pressed their faces to the glass and were awed by the sight of Rarity, shaking her pom-poms and her breasts around. It was a glorious, jiggly sight most males could only dream of seeing. "Oh, wow ..." Snips crooned. "She looks awesome! Why wouldn't you want her to stay like that, Spike?" Spike gave them a glare. "Uh ... I mean, someone has obviously been altering her body and it's our moral obligation to put a stop to it?" Snips tried to save face. Spike nodded, approving of his attempt. "Now come on." Spike said. "We should go find the other girls and see if anyone else has been affected ..." "Okay!" Snails broke into a march as Spike walked off. Snips crossed his arms. "Hey, who made you the boss, eh? We’re the brains of this operation!" He gestured to Snails and himself. Spike glared daggers at him, and Snips understood if kept being defiant like this, Spike was going to knock him into the ground. When Rarity gets threatened, Spike is there for her, and he wasn't about to let Snips get in the way of that. "Eh-heh. Alright, I'm coming …” Asking around, Spike and the boys got a lucky tip from someone who said they had seen Fluttershy go into the direction of the golf course. Considering what happened to Rarity and Twilight, Spike knew Fluttershy going into a golf course didn't bode well. "I didn't even know Ponyville had a golf course!" Snips exclaimed as they arrived. "Well, it is kinda of a quiet sport, isn't it?" Snails said. "I'm not sure I'd call 'golf' a sport." Snips said. Snob. "Quiet, both of you," Spike told them. He put this hand to his forehead to keep the sun out of his eyes and searched around the field. "Do either of you see Fluttershy?" "I see her!" Snails said. "Over there!" He pointed at a hill, where there was a pink-haired woman in skintight clothing raising up a seven-iron and hitting a golf ball with it. Spike went up to meet her, Snips and Snails following behind him. "Fluttershy?" Fluttershy turned around at the mention of her name. Spike knew what to expect, given what happened to Twilight and Rarity, but he still wasn't prepared for the odd, jarring effect of seeing Fluttershy of all people turned into a curvaceous knockout. She was wearing typical golfer's outfit: a beige tee, beige pants which exposed her ankles, a cap, and a belt with a prominent buckle. It was all normal enough clothing, but what made it look bizarre on Fluttershy was the sudden development of her figure. Her bust was three times the size it was the last time Spike saw her, her stomach-to-chest ratio was way off, giving her an hourglass figure and making her look thin, and her thighs were pushing out from the sides, having grown to the size of tires on a golf cart. Spike would say her thighs and her butt got even more growth than her bust. All of this was complimented by the golf clothing on her being one size too tight, hugging her body, the articles of clothing eager to show off Fluttershy's curves. "Hello, Spike," Fluttershy said. "Can I help you with something?" She gave him a half-lidded look that seemed to say, ”Flirt with me.” "Uh ..." Spike shook his head as he overcame the shock of seeing Fluttershy like this. "Howdy, Fluttershy! Are you ... are you feeling alright?" Spike rubbed the back of his neck. He knew what the answer was going to be, but he wanted to ask anyway, just to be sure. There's a chance she might realize she's not alright, or maybe she would say something different. Who knows? "I'm not sure what you're referring to, Spike." Fluttershy said. "I feel fine. Better than fine. After all, a good golfer's got keep herself in good shape, right? Now if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have a hole to make ..." Fluttershy turned away from them and raised up her club. Spike couldn't help but notice there was something suggestive about the way she held it, her fingers drumming up and down the leather-covered base of the handle, held in her tender touch. Fluttershy proceeded to take position, bending over and letting the boys get a good peek at her rear. Spike didn't know much about golf, but he knew the players didn't have to bend that much to make a play. Snips and Snails giggled, pleased with the view. Fluttershy swung the bat, hitting the golf ball and sending it flying. She put a gloved hand to her head to watch where it went. "See something you like, boys?" She teased them without ever looking back at them. "Uh ..." Realizing Fluttershy knew where they were looking made Snips and Snails embarrassed. They blushed and began to back away. Fluttershy giggled. "It's alright. I don't mind." She walked to where the golf ball landed, twirling the club in her hand and moving with a swaying strut which caused her thighs and butt to go up on one side and down on the other as she walked. It was hypnotic. "It's like a pendulum ..." Snails said. "Yeah, alright. That's enough. I know she's pretty, but we can't stand here looking at her all day." Spike said. "We know where she is now. We need to go find the others." Spike led them out from the golf course, though Snails glanced over his shoulder for another look before they left. After exiting the golf course, Spike began to rack his brain. He paced around, rubbing his chin as he tried to think of where to go next. They had asked around and got lucky with Fluttershy, but where would the other girls be? They were all into sports, so ... "Ah-ha!" Spike announced. "I got it!" "Uh, why are we here again?" Snips asked as Spike led them to an outdoor area with multiple playing fields in close proximity to each other for convenience. There were, among other things, a tennis field and soccer field. "Because," Spike answered, "if all the girls are obsessed with sports, then they'll want to go somewhere to play sports. And there's plenty of different sports here, so it's likely that they'll come here if they want to play!" Spike looked around. "Look! There they are now!" Snips and Snails turned to see a game of soccer being played on the appropriate field. The one, lone female player in the entire game was Applejack, recognizable by her blonde braid waving as she ran around. She had been changed like the other girls, though her changes were more in the lower body. Her thighs and butt were much thicker and bigger than any of the other affected girls—even bigger than Fluttershy's—and her muscular legs looked like they had been stretched out and extended. As the players kicked the soccer ball back and forth, sometimes stealing it from opposing players, sometimes kicking it to their teammates, Spike noticed how the rest of the players often got distracted with watching Applejack run before getting their heads back into the game. Applejack breathed in and out, working up a sweat. Seeing an opportunity, she dropped to the ground, sliding across the grass and kicking the ball, sending it straight past the goalie of the opposing team. The motion offered to any interested a good view of her thighs from the side. "Alright, guys. That's it, Applejack's team wins the game. Why don't we take five?" There were mutterings of agreement, and the players broke off and went in separate directions. Applejack lingered on the field, going over and picking up the soccer ball before noticing Spike. "Well, howdy, Spike!" Applejack approached them, holding the ball in her arm. "What are y'all doing here?" "Uh, looking for you, actually." Spike looked over her shoulder, trying to find signs of the other girls. "Say, Pinkie Pie wouldn't happen to be around here, would she?" "Pinkie Pie?" Applejack said. "I'll take ya to her. Say, why are you hanging out with Snips and Snails? Ah didn't think y'all got along ..." "Oh." Spike shrugged and looked at Snips and Snails. "No reason! Hey, why don't we go see Pinkie Pie?" He spoke quickly, trying to change the subject. Applejack nodded. Applejack brought them over the tennis court, and they arrived, much like Spike did with Applejack, right as a game was finishing. Pinkie Pie, clad in a blue outfit with a short skirt and exposed midriff, and tight shirt which hugged her enhanced breasts, jumped into the air and hit the tennis ball back at her opponent, bouncing it along the ground. Pinkie's breasts wobbled like jello pudding in her shirt, Spike noted. With all the jumping and running around it involved, tennis would have given Pinkie plenty of opportunities to make her new, huge boobs bounce around. "Pinkie!" Applejack waved, getting her attention. "Git over here! Spike wants to see ya!" "Hmm?" Pinkie Pie turned around, curious. "Oh, hi, Spike! Why are you here?" Pinkie laid her tennis racket over her shoulder and gave Spike a half-lidded look. "Come to flirt with me, I hope?" Spike chuckled nervously while Snips and Snails silently fumed over all the attention Spike was getting. What were they, chopped liver? "No, no, I just ... wanted to see how everyone was doing," Spike said, which was pretty much the truth, only leaving out the "seeing how they've been affected by whatever is causing them to turn into voluptuous sportswomen" bit. "Mmm. Okay." Pinkie was clearly disappointed by Spike's lack of interest in her, but she tried to be a good sport and hide it. She went over and sat on a bench, taking the time to examine the strings of her racket and make sure they were in good condition. "Excellent." Spike said to himself, making a fist. "Now we just need to find ... Rainbow Dash?" Spike questioned. "Give us a "T"!" Rainbow Dash announced, walking onto the field side-by-side with Rarity. Rainbow Dash's transformation was similar to Rarity's; a busty cheerleader wearing a dark blue outfit with yellow accents. "Give us an "E"!" Rarity said, sticking out one arm into the air and kicking her leg out. "Give us a double-N!" Rainbow Dash shouted. She and Rarity posed in the shape of an N, standing next to each other and stretching their arms out an angle to serve as the slanted line. "Give us an I!" Rarity stretched her arms together, posing as the I. "Give us an S!" Rainbow Dash stood on one leg, holding her other leg behind with her arm bent to serve as the curves of the S. "What's that spell? TENNIS!" The both of them shouted. Applejack chuckled. "I hate to break it to ya, girls, but Pinkie Pie just finished her last tennis round about three minutes ago." "Really?" Rainbow Dash said. "Come on! We're never gonna get to practice our awesome cheers at this rate." Rainbow Dash cupped her chin. "Oh, hey, Spike." "Now, now, darling. Be patient." Rarity said. "I'm sure, sooner or later, we'll find someone to appreciate our talents." "Yeah, I guess." Rainbow Dash's eyes widened and she snapped her fingers. "Ooh, I have an idea on how to get us some fans!" She ran off and disappeared. "An idea?" Rarity asked with worry, watching Rainbow Dash flee. "Rainbow Dash, wherever are you running off to?" "Wait right there!" Rainbow Dash instructed, running off. She soon returned with a bucket of water. "What's that for?" "Trust me, this idea is gonna get us a ton of fans," Rainbow Dash said. "Now stand still." Rainbow Dash tossed the bucket of water onto Rarity, splashing her with it and getting her body dripping wet. "Oh!" Rarity moaned. "Look at what you did, Rainbow Dash! You've gotten me all ..." Rarity looked down at her chest. Letting out a squeal, she grabbed her soaked cheerleader shirt. "Ooh, this is quite nice." She enjoyed the view of her own cleavage. The water had soaked her cheerleader shirt. Combined with the dark purple color, the sopping shirt clung nicely to Rarity's cleavage, its weakened fabric and fibers exposing her breasts, leaving them almost nude and leaving very little to the imagination. Spike had never realized he wanted to see Rarity with an enhanced bosom in a soaking-wet cheerleader outfit before now. But now that he had seen it, he realized how much he wanted it. The wet cloth showing off her assets was almost too much for him to stand. It was made even worse as Rarity began to move around, her soaked boobs jiggling from side to side. It took what little resistance Spike had left for him not do something embarrassing, like get on his knees and scream for Rarity to have sex with him to relieve the pressure of his mounting arousal. The other males around the sports field didn't fare much better. Upon the sight of it, several of them got up and made excuses for leaving. "Uh ... I need to go find my girlfriend," one of them said. "I, uh, think I hear my laundry calling me..." said another. "Oh, yes," Rarity moaned, wrapping her arms around her breasts. "That's a nice breeze ... a bit cold, though..." Rarity noticed Spike. "Spike? Are you alright, darling?" "Uh, yeah, fine!" Spike lied, his fingers tensing as he tried not to do anything too embarrassing. Noticing the sweat Snips and Snails had broken out into, Spike began to walk sideways. "We should go ..." "Alright," Rarity said with a smile. "Suit yourselves." She proceeded to enjoy herself, continuing to swing her huge breasts from side to side while Spike and his companions ran out of there as fast as they could. "Okay." Spike said. He sat on a bench with Snips and Snails, having bought some iced lemonade for three of them to drink while they tried to cool down. "Okay, so that didn't go so well." He stood up and began walking around. "It doesn't mean we should give up, though. We have to keep trying. For Rarity. And Twilight! We need a plan..." Spike paced back and forth, rubbing a finger to his chin. "Uh... I don't know about you, Snails, but I'm not really feeling the whole ‘Heroic savior’ thing Spike has going on there. How about you?" "Does it mean we get to look at the pretty ladies?" Snails asked. "Hmm. Fair point," Snips said. He raised his head up at as Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle passed, chatting and giggling to themselves. "Can you believe it? They're really making a camp called that?" Apple Bloom said. "That's not what you call a camp. You call a camp something like "Camp Snow" or "Camp Iron Bell" or something," Sweetie Belle said. "Yeah. I bet this all part of some sort of elaborate prank by Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo said, with sureness. Spike heard Rainbow Dash's name and stopped pacing. He chased after the girls. "Uh, excuse me, girls, but did I hear you mention Rainbow Dash?" "Yeah, why?" Scootaloo asked. "Have you been looking for her?" "Uh, well, not exactly ..." Spike said. "But do you know where I can find her?" "Yeah. She's in the Whitetail Woods." Scootaloo pointed in the direction of the Woods. "She and Twilight Sparkle and the others are setting up..." Scootaloo began to crack up and laugh. "Get this ... a camp ... and they're calling it "Camp Bimbo!"" Scootaloo burst into laughter, placing a hand over her eyes. "Can you believe it?" "Unfortunately, yes, I can ..." Spike muttered. "So," Sweetie Belle said. "What's going on, Spike?" "Uh, well ..." Spike rubbed his fingers together. "He's trying to find Rainbow Dash and the others because they've all been-" Snails spoke up, only to be interrupted by an elbow from Spike to the stomach. "Yeah, so it's up to us to-" Snips found himself similarly reprimanded. "Can I talk to you two for a minute?" Spike wore a wide, forced smile as he grabbed Snips and Snails by the ears and dragged them away. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle exchanged looks and shrugged. "What are you two doing?" Spike growled, getting Snips and Snails into a huddle. "We can't tell them what's going on!" "Uh, why not?" Snails asked. "Think about it!" Spike said. "Rarity and Twilight were just fine and normal last night, before something happened. And we know it affects girls. How do we know whatever it is isn't affecting them, and they're just not showing it yet?" "Well, how do we know we're not being affected and just not showing it yet?" Snails asked. The boy may be slow, but sometimes he raises a good point. Spike mulled over this. "You're right. Okay, break up!" Spike, Snips, and Snails broke their huddle and went back over to the girls. "Okay," Spike said. "You see, girls, the thing is ... something's been messing with Twilight and her friends' heads. They've all turned ... shapely and attractive and they're obsessed with playing sports! Rarity and Rainbow Dash are cheerleaders, Applejack's playing soccer, and Fluttershy has never liked golf before! That's why we need to be able to keep track of where they are. So we can figure out what's going and help them snap out of it!" The three girls stared at them for a bit before bursting out into laughter. "That-that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Scootaloo said between breaths. "Rainbow Dash, a cheerleader? Get real!" "Yeah!" Sweetie Belle said. "Twilight Sparkle, the quiet librarian, playing sports?" "Or even better, Fluttershy? Fluttershy would squeal and duck for cover if a golf ball rolled up to her ankle!" Apple Bloom said. "Forget all that! I remember a time when Rainbow Dash told me she'd rather drop dead before she became a cheerleader!" Scootaloo added. Spike was distraught and unsure what to do. How he could convince them that what he was telling them was true, and that the problem at hand was serious? Before he could figure it out, an unwelcome voice joined them. "Well, well, well!" Diamond Tiara appeared and walked up to them. "Figures I would bump into you losers!" "Hey, Diamond Tiara," Apple Bloom said, having grown indifferent to Diamond Tiara's teasing. "Where's Silver Spoon?" "Silver Spoon couldn't be here today." Diamond Tiara said, with just a note of bitterness. "Just as well. I wouldn't want her being exposed to you losers and your ... loser ... iness!" "All right, that does it!" Scootaloo stepped forward and prepared to sock Diamond Tiara. But much like Applejack did in the past with Rainbow Dash, Apple Bloom grabbed Scootaloo and pulled her back, shaking her head. "Hmph." "Hi, girls!" Miss Cheerilee appeared and joined them. "And you too, Snips and Snails. Goodness, I've never seen so many of my former students in one place! What are you all doing out here?" "Oh, we were just telling Spike about..." Scootaloo snickered. "Camp Bimbo." "Camp... Bimbo?" Cheerilee asked. "That's... a terrible name for a camp." "Yeah. Rainbow Dash is working on it with her friends." Cheerilee, utterly confused, scratched her head. "Rainbow Dash? I thought she and her friends were responsible adults... do they know what ‘bimbo’ means? .... Oh, I bet this is all a setup for one big joke." "That's what I said!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "You know what I think?" Apple Bloom said. "I think Diamond Tiara should go to Camp Bimbo." Both Diamond Tiara and Cheerilee disapproved of the idea, but for entirely different reasons, as Cheerilee blushed while Diamond Tiara got angry. Cheerilee, after all, knew the meaning of the word, but it didn't appear the rest of any of them did. "What makes you say that, huh?" Diamond Tiara asked. "Oh, nothing. Mostly the fact y'all would never make it because ya can't listen to any voice other than your own." Apple Bloom crossed her arms. "Why, I'd bet you've never been to a camp in your life." "I haven't!" Diamond Tiara said. "But I could! I could totally make it there!" "I bet you wouldn't last a day," Apple Bloom said, leaning forward. Diamond Tiara leaned forward, pressing her head against Apple Bloom's. "Is that a challenge?" "What if it is?" "Fine!" Diamond Tiara withdrew from Apple Bloom. "But on one condition; you have to attend, too!" She pointed at them. "Deal." Apple Bloom offered Diamond Tiara her hand and they shook on it. Cheerilee watched all of this with a grimace. "Oh my... I'd better go with you, just to make sure you don't do something you both regret." "This way." Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle led Diamond Tiara to the location of the camp. Cheerilee followed. "We should follow them," Spike said. "Yeah, okay, just let me finish this." Snips took another sip of his lemonade before the empty cup into a nearby garbage can. He missed, and the cup fell onto the ground. "Eh. Someone will pick it up." The boys followed the girls into the forest. Making their way through the foliage, Scootaloo pushed aside a bush to reveal a smattering of wood buildings fit for a summer camp. There were a few huts, a swimming pool, and a basketball court already installed. Construction workers marched across the camp, carrying logs to aid in the construction of buildings. One such worker was hammering nails into a building when Rarity approached him and wrapped her hand around his shoulder. "Oh. Uh, hello, Miss Rarity," The worker said with a smile. "What can I do for you?" "I just wanted to say thank you, and to let you know we all truly appreciate you doing all this work for us." "What can I say?" The worker blushed. "Anything to help a pretty lady like yourself ..." Rarity giggled. "Oh, you!" It didn't take much for Spike to figure out Rarity and the others had charmed and seduced these workers into building this camp for them. Probably sweet-talked them with innocent-sounding words while offering them generous views of their assets ... "Oh, hello, darlings!" Spike mentally cursed when Rarity noticed them. "What are you doing here?" "We were, eh-heh, well, we saw your camp and... we were wondering if you would let us enroll into your little camp thingy you've going on?" Apple Bloom said, giving Diamond Tiara a competitive glare. Diamond Tiara crossed her arms and huffed. "And me, too," Cheerilee raised her hand. She looked down at Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara. "Mostly so I can make sure these two don't hurt themselves..." "Why, of course, darling," Rarity said. "Here at Camp Bimbo, we welcome all those who wish to join us." Rarity's words appeared friendly enough, but Spike, having seen what was going on, thought they sounded sinister. Let me go get some papers..." Rarity began to walk away before flicking her gaze to the corner of her eye. "Oh, and the boys can join too if they want, of course." Cheerilee examined the camp and scratched her chin. "You know, this seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to for a prank..." As Rarity walked away, Spike gulped and turned to consult with his temporary allies in the form of Snips and Snails. "Well, guys..." Spike said. "I guess if we want to get to the bottom of this, we're going to have to enroll..." Spike gulped again and turned back around to look at the buildings, "...at Camp Bimbo." CPR: Breathe In, Breathe OutAfter getting everyone to sign their name on a roster, Rarity began divvying up the group into cabins. “Okay, so ...” Rarity stood in the center of the camp and directed her hands at various buildings. “Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom, you'll be in Cabin 5. Cheerilee, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, you'll be in Cabin 4. Spike, Snips, and Snails, being the only males we have so far, you'll be bunked together, in Cabin 3. Sound fair?” “Yeah, yeah,” Spike said absently, to appease her. “Sounds good to me!” Snips said, wrapping an arm around Spike and being, in Spike's opinion, somewhat too friendly. “I don't see any problem with that. Except ...” Cheerilee tapped a finger to her cheek. “Are you sure putting Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom in the same cabin is a good idea?” “Oh, pft.” Rarity waved her hand. “Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara will behave. Won't you, girls?” Rarity turned to them with her hands together. “Won't you?” Her tone was somewhat more menacing the second time she asked. “I'll behave as long as she behaves,” Apple Bloom replied, crossing her arms. “Likewise!” Diamond Tiara turned away from the group. “Excellent!” Rarity clapped her hands. “Why don't you all go to your rooms and get settled in? Let me know if there's anything missing from your ... accommodations.” Rarity's eyelids fluttered a few times, as if they were on a constant “Flirt” setting, which she couldn't turn off even if she wanted to. “I'll be acting as the head of the camp. Remember, behave, have fun, be nice, and don't shy away from sex with your bedmates!” Rarity waved her hand at them she retreated into a building which was larger than the others. Spike guessed it was where Rarity and her friends would be staying and working. “She-she's joking about that last part, right?” Cheerilee asked. “I hope so ... “ Spike muttered under his breath. The group split off into different directions, each of them going to their assigned cabins. Once in his cabin with Snips and Snails, Spike climbed onto the right side top bunk and laid down. Snips and Snails went to claim their bunks as well, lying down with their hands supporting their heads. Spike rolled over on his bed. “You guys noticed it too, right? It's not just me?” “What do you mean, Spike?” Snips asked. “It's Rarity. She's acting ... different, and she won't even admit it!” Spike lay back down on his bed. “It's really bothering me.” “Well, if this how she wants to live her life now, who are we to judge? Who knows, maybe she's happier this way?” Snips said. “Yeah, maybe ...” Spike said. He rolled around on the bed before getting up and climbing down, going to look out the window of the building. He put his hands on his hips as he watched the construction workers pack up for the day and go home. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Twilight Sparkle in the basketball court. She was merrily bouncing the basketball along the ground, practicing with it and shooting scores into the hoop. “I'm gonna go talk to Twilight, and see if I can talk some sense into her,” Spike said. “See you later, guys.” Spike walked out the door. Snips and Snails raised their heads up from their beds, watching Spike leave. “Should we, like, go follow him?” asked Snails. “Eh, sure,” Snips snipped. “Couldn't hurt, could it?” Spike walked up to the side of the court where Twilight Sparkle was dribbling a basketball. When she noticed him, she smiled and waved with one hand while still bouncing the ball in the other. "Hi, Spike! What's going on?" "Oh, nothing." Spike kicked at the ground bashfully. "It's just ... I wanted to talk to you. Are you sure you're feeling okay? I mean, are you really sure? This isn't like you ... you're not usually so ... sporty." Twilight stopped bouncing the ball and held it in her hands. She groaned. "Ugh! Spike, we've been over this. I feel fine! I'm okay, and I'm ..." Twilight ran her head over her forehead, exasperated. “I'm happy with the way I am right now. It's my choice. If you don't like it, fine, but don't go and try to get me to change because of it, okay?" Spike nodded. "Okay ..." "I feel fine, Spike. Really." Twilight assured him. Yet for some reason, he didn't believe her. Perhaps it had something to do with her huge breasts and her simplified vocabulary - Twilight was always one to show off her extensive knowledge of language, but since getting up this morning, Spike hadn't heard her use any word with more than four syllables in it. "Hey, guys!" Snips and Snails entered the conversation. "What's up?" "Not much. How about you?" Twilight asked, putting a hand at her hip. Her curvy, curvy hip ... "Could I talk to you guys for a second?" Spike grabbed Snails by the arm and pulled him away some distance. "What are you two doing here?" "We thought we'd come and talk with you and Twilight," Snails said. "You know, make sure things didn't get out of hand?" "There are no two people in the universe that I would trust less than you two to make sure things didn't get ‘Out of hand!’" Spike railed. "Oh, hey!" Twilight exclaimed. She spun the basketball on her finger. "Since you're all here, we can play!" Spike looked to Twilight and gulped, breaking into a nervous sweat. Given what he'd seen of Rarity's behavior, the idea of "play" made him nervous. "P-play? What do you mean by play?" "I just meant a game of ball. You know, pick-up basketball." Twilight held the basketball for him to see. "... Why? What were you thinking?" She took the ball aside and asked, sounding cautious, but hopeful this conversion would lead somewhere. Preferably somewhere which ended with Spike, Snips and Snails admiring her big, jiggly boobs. "Nothing!" Spike squeaked out. "Okay." Twilight was willing to let the matter drop quickly, which came as a relief to Spike. "Spike, you can be on my team, and Snips, Snails, you can be the opposing team. Best three out of five?" "Sounds good to us," Snips said, speaking for both of them. He and Snails took aggressive postures and made their way onto the court. Spike, with some reservation, joined them as well. Snips and Snails growled and snorted, eager to prove their worth and determination. They would win this game and prove they were real men and worthy of attention from both their peers and girls. A basketball game against Twilight Sparkle, a librarian famous for being a hero of Equestria? It would be easy, and also earn them all kinds of respect from people in bars and the company Snips and Snails usually hung out with. Twilight proceeded to whoop their butts. Not only did her team score three times in a row against them, with Snips and Snails being little more than moving lampposts to her, but every score her team made was made by her - Spike had nothing to do with it. Despite more-or-less winning the game after these shots, Twilight proved rather competitive, insistent on finishing the game to the last hoop. Bouncing the ball against the ground, Twilight advanced towards the hoop, meaning to go for a slam dunk. Snails tried valiantly to intercept and stand in her way, moving to block her path. Twilight smirked and continued to bounce the ball on the ground. She jumped from side-to-side, keeping the basketball just out of Snails' reach. Snails tried to stay focused on her, but his eyes were drawn to Twilight's cleavage. The way she moved, the way she jumped ... it made her breasts swing from side to side in hypnotic, pendulum-like motions. Snails was too enthralled with her cleavage bouncing to notice Twilight grin, grab the ball in both her hands and toss it way over his head, getting the ball into the net with such perfect accuracy it seemed almost impossible. Out of five shots, she hadn't missed once. "Game and match!" Twilight announced. "Come on, Snails!" Snips yelled. "Get your head in the game!" "I can't help it! Her boobs are really distracting!" Words could not describe how badly Spike wished he was not here right now, and not be a part of this conversation. Nor could they do justice to the burning blush on his cheeks. Twilight giggled, Snails' words causing her lips to curl into a smile. "Thank you, Snails." She went to go pick the ball back up. After she did, she turned to the three of them. "So, I heard what Snails said, but ..." Twilight asked, curling her hair with her finger. In contrast to the confident and self-assured version of herself she had been projecting earlier, she sounded bashful. "What do you guys think? Was my chest jiggly enough for you?" Spike spluttered and did a spit-take. "WHAT?!" Twilight didn't seem to pick up on Spike's bewilderment, affixing him with an odd glare like he didn't speak English. "My chest." She pointed to the chest in question. "Did it jiggle enough for you boys during the game? I like to show off and jiggle while playing basketball ... you know, for my fans," Twilight said, smiling nervously. "At least, I hope to have fans. Lots of them. Lots of fans cheering for me under the lights as I make that ultimate play for the game, and enamored with my boobs ..." She closed her eyes and blushed, getting lost in her fantasy. "Uhhh ... uhhh ..." Spike stuttered, unsure how to answer. "Uh, sure!" Snails said. "Mmmm," Snips drew out his reply, teasing Twilight with a vague answer. Twilight glared at them, not amused. "Well, if you three can't have uninin - a uninammi - uniamouse - a unanimous decision, then I guess they're not jiggly enough." Twilight proceeded to grab the base of her shirt and pull it off, revealing her cleavage, with her boobs being pushed together by a straining white brassiere that could barely contain them. Spike stammered and sputtered even more. He put his hands over his eyes, leaving a gap with his fingers so he could still focus on her while they talked. "WHAT are you doing?" Spike shouted, stunned. Snips and Snails, however, seemed far more receptive to it. Twilight gave him another odd look as if she thought him dense. "I was going to take the brassiere off ... You know, so my boobs could be free to jiggle more." Spike couldn't believe the situation he was in. "Fine. You can take the brassiere off. Just ... go do it somewhere else, okay?" "Alright." Twilight pulled her shirt back down. "Prude." She insulted him before walking off. When she was gone, Snips and Snails rounded on Spike. "Dude! What did you do that for? That was totally awesome!" "Oh, I'm sorry," Spike said. "I shouldn't have interrupted your show. Put yourself in my shoes, guys. I know!Why don't I go over to your mothers' houses and ask them to show me their breasts?" Snips and Snails went wide-eyed and blushed. "Yeah." Spike crossed his arms. "I thought that might get you two to shut up." There was some feedback as a loudspeaker began to turn on. Spike, Snips, and Snails covered their ears and winced. "Everyone to the main hall, please!" Rarity's ditzy voice said through the speakers. "We have a new visitor!" Spike, Snips, Snails and the others went into the large building. As Spike had guessed, it was where Rarity and the others were stationed. Spike expected to see the six of them present, but their new visitor was more of a surprise: Sunset Shimmer. “Hey, girls!” Sunset waved to Rarity and Rainbow Dash as she passed through the hall. “You're dressed, um, interestingly. What's up?” “Bounciness is up.” Fluttershy told her with a smile. Sunset made an awkward smile and clapped her hands. “I'll pretend I know what that means. So, what did you want me here for?” Twilight draped an arm around Sunset Shimmer. “We're trying to run this camp, see. A camp to train bimbos. We have plans to expand, so we're going to need more counselors. That's where you come in. We decided you would be a perfect counselor for this place.” Sunset's lips formed a squiggly line before she burst into laughter. “A– a – a camp for bimbos? You're joking, right? Right!? I've never heard of anything so ridiculous! And believe me: that's saying something.” Sunset stopped laughing to get a look at Rarity and Twilight's faces, which were both dead serious. “Alright.” Sunset wiped a tear from her eye, her voice still cracking up. “I can see you're committed to this joke. So, what do you ...” Sunset tried and failed to hold back laughter. “bimbos – ha ha ha! – need me to do?” Rarity was about to answer when she saw the rest of the camp coming in. “Oh, excellent, they're here! First things first, we need to introduce you to everyone!” Rarity cleared her throat while Fluttershy began to push Sunset towards the entrance. Sunset, still amused by this whole silly business, let herself be pushed in front of the crowd. “Hello, everyone!” Rarity waved, making sure to give her boobs a shake as she did so. “This is Sunset Shimmer.” “Hi,” Sunset Shimmer said, waving to the crowd. “She's visiting from out of town. We invited her in, and she has graciously agreed to be a new counselor here for us at Camp Bimbo.” Rarity did her best to ignore Sunset's snickering. “Isn't that right, Sunset?” “Yeah, sure.” Sunset was obviously having the time of her life with the name “Camp Bimbo”. She covered her eyes and resumed cracking up. “It's so ridiculous! That's such a ridiculous name!” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Anyways, Sunset will be joining us. And I want you to treat her well; no rude comments just because she's not from around here, understand?” Cheerilee and others nodded. Snips and Snails, in particular, seemed quite smitten with Sunset. Which made sense, Spike realized, given Sunset's history. Rarity dismissed the crowd, and most of them left. Not Spike, though. Spike stayed behind. He was going to keep an eye out for Sunset. She didn't seem to know what she was getting into. Thankfully for him, the rest of the girls turned their backs as soon as everyone had left, so they didn't see him. “Come along, Sunset.” Fluttershy put a hand on Sunset's shoulder. “Let's get you suited to your new role...” Sunset chuckled, still thinking it all a joke. “Alright.” Fluttershy and the other girls guided Sunset into another room on the right of the hall. Spike followed them, tiptoeing so he wouldn't be discovered. When the girls had crowded into the adjacent room, Spike peered his head around the door frame. “Alright, we're here,” Sunset said. “Now what?” “Here!” Twilight presented Sunset with a silver whistle, tied on a black string. “Blow into this.” Sunset, still amused, took the whistle. “Okay. I'll play along.” Spike wanted to scream and call out to stop her, but he knew that would mean discovery, and he didn't know what the girls would do if they caught him sneaking. If he were to guess, it would probably involve something like smothering his face with their breasts until he promised to behave. Sunset took in a deep breath and put the whistle to her lips, blowing into it with force. What followed was not something she nor Spike were expecting. Pink energy began to radiate out from the whistle. It rose up into the air like a steam vapor before crawling over to Sunset's direction. The energies wrapped around Sunset Shimmer's shoulders. Once close enough, it began to curl around and snake its way into her chest and absorb into her shirt. Her breasts began to grow in size, jiggling and bouncing as magical energy surged inside her breasts. Sunset moaned as her quaint cleavage was made to grow into two large orbs of flesh. “What ...” Sunset grew breathless, and her eyelids lowered. She leaned against the doorframe for support. “What's going on?” Though she felt drunk, Sunset seemed to be enjoying the feeling, closing her eyes and rubbing her breast with one hand as a blush appeared on her face. Fluttershy appeared to approach Sunset and seemingly comfort her, though her true purpose was to encourage the growth. “Doesn't it feel good, Sunset? Just relax it and enjoy it … doesn't it feel so good to … blow?” She massaged Sunset's right shoulder. "So good, right?" “Yes,” Sunset answered breathlessly, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the feedback from the whistle, not to mention the growth in her breasts. She held up the whistle, contemplating it. Fluttershy got behind Sunset and whispered into her ear. “Why don't you do it again?” Sunset needed no further coaxing. Eagerly, she blew into the whistle again. The pink magic appeared, trailing its way into Sunset's chest. Sunset moaned as its energy surged through her body. Her shirt began to rise and expose her belly, tearing in places as her boobs were enhanced into massive spheres. Fluttershy coddled up to Sunset, resting her chin on Sunset's shoulder while reaching her arms behind Sunset and wrapping her hands around Sunset's bust. “One more time ...” Fluttershy whispered into Sunset's ear. Sunset complied, blowing into the whistle once more. The magical energy poured from the whistle into her ever-increasing boobs, making them the size of cannonballs. This time, it also spread into her legs and her body, making her thighs and midsection thicker and wider, giving her a stocky and curvy figure so her back wouldn't snap under the strain of her enhanced breasts. Sunset let out a satisfied sigh, though the pleasure of her growth had left her rather weak-kneed. “Excellent,” Rarity said, reaching over and wrapping an arm around Sunset to support her. “Now, let's get into you something more fitting for your new role ...” The girls proceeded to carry Sunset Shimmer deeper into the room. “Okay!” Sunset said with a giggly voice. Giggling and smiling, she let Rarity lead her elsewhere. With the girls all going further into the room, Spike knew it was time to leave while he could. Abandoning all sense of stealth, he dashed out of the hall before they could return. Once he was clear of the building, Spike wiped the sweat off his brow. That had been a nerve-wracking experience. “At least now I have a clue about what happened to Twilight and Rarity and the rest,” Spike said to himself. “It must have been something similar to what Sunset had gone through.” Spike placed a hand on his chin in thought. He took a deep breath and set out to share this information with Snips and Snails, although he wasn't quite sure why he was bothering with them. "I don't know, Spike." Snips said as he, Snails, and Spike walked around the camp. "I mean, a magical whistle that makes breasts grow? Sounds a little ridiculous to me." "I'm telling you, I know what I saw," Spike said. "Laugh at me all you want, but I'm telling you, something's going on in this camp!" "Uh huh," Snips said. The three of them continued walking, Snips not expecting anything to happen except for more of Spike's conspiracy theories. So, imagine the surprise on their faces when they saw Sunset Shimmer lying by the pool on a chair, wearing sunglasses and a stunning, red one-piece swimsuit which covered her entire torso, save for her huge breasts which filled (and stretched) it out. The minute Rarity and Fluttershy took her into the main cabin, Spike knew something like this was going to happen. Snips and Snails, however, couldn't keep themselves from stammering. Sunset heard them approaching and rose up from her chair, taking her sunglasses off. “Hi there, boys.” “Hi, Sunset,” Snails said, stammering. “You look sexy.” This earned him a not-entirely-undeserved slap to the back of the head from Spike. “Ow!” Sunset Shimmer chuckled. “It's fine, Spike. You don't have to defend me.” Sunset tossed her legs off the side of the chair. She stretched out her arm and admired. “But I do look good, don't I?” “You look great,” Snips said. Sunset chuckled again. She stood up and stretched her arms. “Thank you, boys. Would either of you care to join me for a swim?” “A swim?” Snails blushed and began to sweat. He wanted to say yes, but he wasn't sure he could handle being so close to Sunset in the water. Imagine, the water dipping in and out of the gap in her cleavage, her bouncy breasts waving in the water's currents … it was something he both wanted and was terrified of. “Yes, a swim.” Sunset Shimmer cracked her knuckles. “Rarity made me acting lifeguard to the pool. Oh, there's an idea! One of you can jump in and start drowning, and I can jump in and … rescue you.” She turned her head, baiting them with flirtatious, fluttering eyes as she knew the effect it would have on them. Spike grabbed Snips and Snails by the collars of their shirts before either of them could give into their id-driven impulses to jump into the water. “Thanks, Sunset, but we'll pass.” “Mmm. Are you sure? All right then …” Sunset crossed her arms and turned her head away from them. “Disappointing …” "Dude!" Snips jerked his way out Spike's grasp. "Why didn't you let us go in the water for her?" "Because unlike you, I don't have a crush, and I saw what happened to her," Spike said, unimpressed. "Remember what we're here for: we're trying to find a way to cure them, not be seduced by them." Snails crossed his arms and huffed. "Speak for yourself." He turned his gaze back to Sunset, who was engaging in stretching exercises, much to Snails' enjoyment. "Oh!" Sunset placed a hand over her mouth. "I just realized, there's another way we could spend time together. I could give you all CPR lessons." Snails clapped her his hands together, and Snips stepped forward to speak and cut Spike off before he could say no. "That sounds great!" He tossed Spike a dirty glare over his shoulder. "Great!" Sunset cheered. "Meet me back here in fifteen, okay? I need to get things ready ..." Spike was not entirely appreciative of Snips usurping his authority of their de facto group, though he supposed he may as well join the CPR lesson, if only to make sure Snips and Snails didn't do anything stupid. When the group returned fifteen minutes later, Snips, Snails, and even Spike were a little surprised when Sunset began to do something unexpected: teach them actual CPR, rather than it having been some sort of euphemism. It involved a lot of pumping the pretend victim's chest, taking in deep, deep breaths before blowing into their mouths hard, and making sure the victim was flat on their backs. It wasn't like in the movies, for sure. "Whew!" Snails moaned, still recovering from his turn and wiping the sweat off his brow. "I never realized CPR was so hard! The cartoons make it look so easy." "I know. We have to be prepared for an emergency," Sunset Shimmer said, taking her mouth off Spike, who had gone after Snails. "But that was the hard part. Who's ready for some ..." She brushed her hand through Spike's hair, ignoring the blush on his cheeks. "Extra credit?" Sunset flashed a lecherous smile at Spike, who shifted uncomfortably as Sunset's large breasts hung right in front of him. "Uh, thanks, Sunset, but I think I'll pass," Spike said. Snips and Snails were waving their arms around excitedly, though Spike discouraged them with a growl and a snarl. Sunset was confused by his behavior and looked to Snips and Snails, who were whistling innocently. "All right ..." Sunset Shimmer got off of Spike. "Though I must say, I'm disappointed none of you boys seem to be interested in me ..." Sunset crossed her arms and turned her head away, closing her eyes. "Aww," Spike stood up and felt guilty, though he kept in mind he might have been falling for a trap. "Don't say that, Sunset. We all still ... like you." Sunset opened her eyes and looked at him. "Really? You mean it?" Not about to let Spike get all of Sunset's attention, Snips and Snails threw themselves between her and him. "Yeah!" Snips said. "You're great!" "I'm interested in you!" Snails blurted out. "I just, uh ..." Snails unconsciously glanced at Spike. "I just don't feel up to anything right now." "Thanks, guys," Sunset said. "That means a lot to me. I'm still a little disappointed, but if you're not in the mood, you're not in the mood." Sunset patted Snails on the cheek. She pulled him towards her and whispered in his ears. "If you're really interested, meet me in the shower room later," Sunset whispered with aggressive, sexual tones to her voice. Snails, following Sunset's instructions, snuck out from his cabin after dark. Making sure Spike hadn't noticed, he proceeded to the shower rooms, where Sunset Shimmer was waiting. “Hey,” Sunset Shimmer greeted him, standing behind a shower wall. “Uh, hi, Sunset!” Snails tapped his fingers together. “You … wanted me to come over here, right? Why?” “What can I say, Snails?” Sunset Shimmer stepped forward, walking in long strides so Snips could get a good look at her exposed legs. “I've drunk the kool-aid. Or breast milk, as the case may be.” Sunset Shimmer giggled. “That was, like, sooo kinky. I couldn't decide if Rarity's or Fluttershy's was better … you should try it sometime.” “Uh-huh,” Snails nodded. “So, what did you want me for, again?” “Isn't it obvious, Snails?” Sunset Shimmer asked. “Maybe I'm just being dense right now, but no.” Sunset smirked. “All right, well, here's a hint: I'm not wearing anything under this swimsuit. Is the picture clearer now?” Snails' eyes widened. He should have known this was coming, but he still couldn't believe it. “Do - do you mean … really?” “Uh-huh.” Sunset Shimmer purred seductively. She grabbed at her swimsuit and pulled it down, exposing her areolae and letting her bare breasts hang. “Come over here, Snips.” Snails broke into a cold sweat as he approached her. Being given a chance to have unadulterated intercourse with Sunset Shimmer? How could he say no? As he approached, Sunset Shimmer got down on her knees, placing her tender hands on his thighs. “So, are you going to take your pants off for me, or am I going to have to do it for you?” “Uh … yeah, sure.” Snails began to pull his pants down, dropping them around his ankles. “Sorry. I just sorta can't believe this is really happening ...” “Mm-hmm,” Sunset chuckled. “If you can't believe it now, then I'd hate to see what your reaction will be after we get started … mmm.” Helping Snips pull his underwear down, Sunset leaned forward and crushed his member with her large breasts. “Ooh!” Snips moaned and shivered. “Doesn't that feel good, Snails?” Sunset whispered to him, taking her hands and squeezing her large breasts around his member. “Y-yes … it feels good … really good.” Sunset chuckled again, moving her breasts up and down around his equipment. “Well, it's about to feel even better.” Readjusting the position of her breasts, Sunset held Snips' member between them while she took in a deep breath and wrapped her mouth around its tip. With no reservations, Sunset began to lick and suck the delicious male organ inside her mouth. Snips began to moan and groan. Sunset seemed to really want this, possibly even more than he had. “Mmm … mmmmm,” Sunset moaned, enjoying her sucking of Snips' equipment. She could feel it begin to pulse, which only made her more excited. “Sunset, I …” Snips was speechless. Sunset didn't care what he had to say, however. She began to suck harder, lustfully. Hungrily. Desperately, until Snips' member was beating and pulsating in her mouth, pressure building up inside it. Snails had never felt like this before. He didn't realize how good it felt to be handled this way by a woman until now. “Sunset, I -” Snips tried to warn her before he reached his limit and orgasmed into her mouth, but there was little he could do other than let it happen. Sunset moaned very, very loudly as Snails' spooge washed over her mouth, as if this was what she wanted all along. “MMMMMM MMMMM!” She moaned and moaned as her mouth was filled with love fluid. She kept her lips firm around Snips' member and continued to suck, trying her hardest not to spill anything. She wanted all of it. She wanted to drain and empty Snips of it. When Snails' orgasm had faded and he had no more to give her, it took a minute before Sunset would allow him to remove himself from her. “That … was amazing, Sunset.” “Mmm … it's so good.” Sunset licked her lips and giggled. “Even better than Rarity said it would be … so, so good … I- I want more.” Snails tried to bring himself to satisfy her, but he tensed up and knew he couldn't do it. “I-I'm sorry, Sunset … I don't have more.” “Snails,” Sunset said, snapping her fingers. “Go get Snips.” She waved him off. Snails nodded, pulled up his clothes, and ran out of the shower room. Snips soon appeared in the shower room. “Uh, Sunset Shimmer?” “Snips,” Sunset Shimmer said, giggling like a madwoman. “I'm glad you're here … get over here. I want to do something to you, if you're willing to let me …” Sunset crooked her finger at him and pulled at her swimsuit again. Snips' eyebrows shot up. Unlike Snails, he knew exactly where this was going. “Uh, okay! Your wish is my command, Sunset Shimmer!” “Oh, please,” Sunset whispered in a low voice. “I'd much prefer you to command me.” Snips' walked up to Sunset Shimmer. At Sunset's gesturing, Snips' proceeded to pull his pants down and expose his equipment for her to do what she wanted with it. “Hmm-hmm,” Sunset giggled and smiled as she put her hands on Snips' thighs, holding him in place. As with Snails, she moved forward and swallowed his member inside her huge breasts, rubbing their soft flesh against his hardening tissue. “Mmm ...” Sunset moaned in anticipation. “Oooh ...” Snips' moaned from the pleasure of having her massive globes surround his comparatively tiny member. He felt so stiff and warm … “Aaaah … aaah … Sunset ...” There was an incredible pressure building inside him, almost as if he was going to explode. “GAH!” Without meaning to, Sunset Shimmer had brought her helpless boy toy to orgasm already. Snips and Sunset Shimmer both enjoyed it very much. Snips for the orgasm and sheer pleasure he was experiencing, and Sunset for the warm feelings of his gushing liquids as it poured into her cleavage. “Oooh, yes! Snips!” Sunset moaned. While she was a tiny bit disappointed she couldn't add Snips' load to what was already in her belly, this made up for it. It was degrading and humiliating and messy and she loved it. “Cover my boobs with your hot spunk! Heh heh! Aaaah … ooh!” Sunset's expression turned dazed and glassy-eyed as Snips released the last of his contents. “Oh, yes … so good … so warm … huh?” Sunset was quite confused to look up to see Snips shedding a tear. “Snips?” “Sunset Shimmer, I'm sorry ...” Snips sniffed. “I didn't mean to – I didn't realize … I'm sorry.” Snips looked dejectedly at the ground. “Hey,” Sunset Shimmer said. “Hey. Look at me.” Sunset Shimmer stood up and placed her hands on Snips' cheeks, steering his head to look upward. “You have nothing to apologize for. No one can blame you for what happened. We couldn't have known you were, um … so sensitive. You did nothing wrong, okay? So stop crying.” Sunset leaned in and kissed away his tears. “Look on the bright side; now we know for the future.” Snips looked up and nodded and smiled, his tears coming to a halt. “And if you like ...” Sunset reaffirmed her grip on Snips' head and leaned in for another kiss, this one on his lips. “You can swing by my office tomorrow and we can … try again. Would you like that?” Snips nodded. “I would.” “Excellent.” Sunset patted him on the shoulder. “Normally, this would be the part where I comfort you by smothering your head on my breasts, but, uh, something tells me you wouldn't like that right now ...” Sunset and Snips both giggled. “Now, why don't you get to your cabin and get some rest?” Snips nodded, saluted, and left. After remembering to pull his pants up, of course. Left alone, Sunset Shimmer regarded her breasts. She put a hand underneath them and lifted them up, and looked at the nearby shower. “Now, I suppose I could wash it off … but I'd much rather do this.” Sunset lifted her boobs up close to her face and ran her tongue across them, beginning to lick them clean. The next morning, as they woke up and got ready for the day in their cabin, Spike couldn't help but notice something … off about Snips and Snails. They seemed ... bulkier. More muscular, taller, and some of the freckles on Snips' face had disappeared. “Are you okay?” Spike asked while bending over to tie his sneakers. “Something doesn't seem right with you guys.” Snips and Snails looked at each other. “I don't know what you're talking about, Spike,” Snips said. “I feel fine.” “Yeah. Fine,” Snails repeated. Spike gave them a suspicious glare. His eyes widened as he realized what it was. “Oh, no, no, no!” Spike clawed at his eyes. “You two had sex with Sunset Shimmer, didn't you?” “Eh, so what if we did?” Snips said. “It's not like we're hurting anybody.” “Yeah!” Snails agreed. “She wanted it, so why it is wrong of us to give it to her?” “Guys, guys … don't you realize what's going on?” Spike gestured out the window. “Something's happened to them. Something's changed them to make them like … well, like this. And the more we give in to their delusions, to their carnal desires, the less likely we'll be able to cure them!” Snips crossed his arms. “And how do you know that?” Spike found himself without a witty retort, which was an embarrassment given he was talking to Snips. “I don't. I just … look, I live with Twilight Sparkle, so I know a thing or two about magic. And that's definitely the kind of thing I'd expect to see from whatever magic did this.” “How do you even know they have been affected?” Snips asked. “I still haven't seen proof.” Spike glared at them. “Do you really think Sunset Shimmer would have sex with you if she was in her right mind?” “Oh. Harsh,” Snails said. “But true.” “Eh … I'm still not convinced,” Snips said. Not convinced, or willfully blind? Spike wondered. “Alright, fine. How about this: yesterday, I saw something proved there's something going on here.” “Really?” Snips eagerly leaned forward. “What was it?” Spike looked at him for a moment and then thought better of it. “Actually, I'm not going to tell you. You would probably run straight to Sunset Shimmer and tell her, and who knows what kind of trouble that could get me into.” “Hmph! Fine.” Snips huffed and stood up from his bed. “If you're not going to tell us what it is, then we've got no more business here! Come on, Snails.” “Huh?” Snails said. “Oh, I get it. We're supposed to be angry with him. Well, see ya later, Spike!” Snails waved to Spike as he followed Snips out the door, much more amiably than Snips was. “See ya,” Spike replied, waving awkwardly at them. He supposed he should have been glad to see them go. He had the cabin all to himself, and he could continue his investigation without them being likely to bungle something up for him. In the counselors' cabin, Sunset Shimmer was looking over some kind of paper when the door creaked. Snails nervously slipped around the door. “You wanted to see me?” “Snails!” Sunset clapped in happiness. She rose from her desk, still wearing her swimsuit. “Yes, come in, come in.” Sunset went around the desk to approach him when the door creaked open again. “Uh, hiya, Sunset, you asked to see me?” Snips said as he came into the room. He noticed Snails. “What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Snails pointed at Snips. “Sunset asked to see me!” “That's funny, because I remember Sunset Shimmer asking to see me!” “Boys, boys, quit fighting!” Sunset Shimmer waved her hands to signal them before rushing over to them. She wrapped her arms around their shoulders and gave them both smooches on the cheeks. Snips and Snails, soothed, looked at each other. “Well?” Snips asked. “Who did you want to see? Me, or Snails?” “I asked to see both of you.” Sunset answered. She pulled herself closer to them, standing up tall to let them take in her large breasts and toned stomach. “Uh, yeah, okay,” Snails said. “But which of us do you like better?” “Does it matter?” Sunset asked. “The important thing is there you're here now, and there is enough room in my heart …” Sunset leaned forward and whispered to them in a sultry tone. “And my body … for both of you!” Sunset drew back with a smile, while also rubbing their cheeks against her breasts. Snips and Snails looked to each other. “Well, that can't be right, can it?” Snips asked. “I mean, won't we have to take turns?” “Oh, boys ...” Sunset was saddened. “No one's ever talked to you about threesomes, have they?” “Uh … uh … no. Why do you ask?” “It's okay.” Sunset gave them a smile which was both comforting and seductive. “You'll learn.” Sunset climbed and sat down on the edge of her desk. She patted a spot next to it. "Snips, you come over here." "Um... okay." Snips went around and climbed onto the desk. "Snails, you go right here." Sunset instructed, directing him to stand in front of her with a smile. "Yes, ma'am." Snails said. "Now what?" Snips asked. "Now you take your pants off and shove yourselves inside of me until you both cum." Sunset peeled her swimsuit up, exposing her nether regions. Both Snips and Snails blushed, getting cold feet, until Sunset reached over and cupped and stroked both of their chins. "And let me be perfectly; I want to be full by the time you two are done with me." "Here..." Sunset wrapped an arm around Snails' neck and pulled him forward, burying his head into her breasts. Snails puffed a sigh and relented, pulling down his pants and slowly, gently working his tool inside of Sunset's entrance. Snips sighed at being left out, but Sunset did only have one pair of cleavage for them to worship, so he complied and inserted his tool into Sunset's rear. "Ah... oh, yes." Sunset moaned as the two boys throbbed inside her. "Yes, yes, that's it, that's it boys... harder. Harder." Sunset growled, pressing her arm down hard on Snails' neck and clenching down on both of them. "Harder!" "Aaah..." Snips and Snails both moaned, feeling their equipment rub and grind against the inside of Sunset's tightening flesh. "Feels so good..." Snails moaned. He felt like he was getting stronger with each passing thrust, like his member was bigger and stronger the longer they went at it. He could feel himself getting so full, brought by Sunset's vibrations. His insides were warm and boiling, his flesh being stretched to its limit. Snips was getting to the same point. "Harder!" Sunset barked. "W-We're going as hard we c-can!" Snips yelled, before his eyes rolled upwards. "Ooh... Sunset, I think I'm close..." "I think I am, too," Snails said. "Well, don't just tell me! Show me." Sunset purred. The two boy toys gave one last, massive thrust, before letting out a loud, howling moan as they hit climax, their shafts spurting out seed. Sunset went dopey-eyed, tongue lolling out of her moan, enjoying it so much as the two of them ejaculated inside her front and rear, filling her up with ropes of clear, hot, ooey-gooey cum. "Ooooooh...." Sunset moaned. "So warm. So good. I love it... like, I love spunk so much, I love it when handsome boys like you are nice enough to shoot your gooey loads inside of me, teehee! Oh... " Sunset leaned back, closing her eyes. "Gosh, I feel, like, sooo high right now..." Sunset paused, took a deep breath, then looked at the two of them. "I, um, don't suppose you boys would be up for another round, would you?" Inside Rarity's office, Rarity was sitting down and jotting down notes over some paper while wearing a pair of reading glasses. They weren't her normal glasses she used when she sewed dresses, and they didn't really help her see better – they were only there to make her look good to those who liked glasses on busty women. Sunset Shimmer came through the door, gripping the walls for support as she walked around with a huge, bloated belly, which jiggled with her breasts with each step. She made her way over to a chair and sat down, moaning contentedly. Rarity adjusted her glasses. “Someone's been busy. I don't even want to know what you did to get that.” She pointed at Sunset's inflated stomach. Rarity turned away, tapping a finger to her chin. “... or do I?” “Snips and Snails,” Sunset Shimmer said, rubbing her stomach. “They were great. They were … so generous to me.” Rarity chuckled. “I should hope so. They did seem rather taken in with you ...” They heard a loud scream from outside. “AAAAH! LET GO OF MY HAIR!” Rarity stood up from her desk, taking her glasses off. “What was that? That sounded like Apple Bloom.” Sunset leaned forward. “We should go check it out … ooh.” Sunset groaned and clutched at her stomach. “Do you need a minute?” Rarity walked over to Sunset Shimmer. “You stay here and rest up. I can handle this.” Rarity gave an affectionate pat to Sunset Shimmer's swollen stomach. “Go on. I'll be there in a minute … if I can.” Sunset waved her hand, and Rarity proceeded on her way. When she walked out of the cabin, Rarity was greeted by a distressing sight. Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom were facedown in the dirt. Diamond Tiara was on top of Apple Bloom, with her arm around Apple Bloom's neck while Apple Bloom reached over and grabbed at Diamond Tiara's head. Snips, Snails, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were cheering from the sides, encouraging the fight. “You can do it, Diamond Tiara!” “Get her, Apple Bloom!” “Come on, Diamond Tiara!” Apple Bloom complained as she got her fingers around Diamond Tiara's forehead. “Just cos I insulted your hair don't mean you have to fight me in the dirt. Is your hair that important to you?” “Maybe not,” Diamond Tiara admitted. “But what is important is that I don't tolerate insults from a loser like you!” “What is going on here?!” Rarity demanded as she walked onto the scene. She pointed at Snips, Snails, and Scootaloo. “And you three! Why aren't you doing anything to help?” Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom stopped fighting and looked up at Rarity. Snips and Snails backed away, hands guiltily hidden behind their backs. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle at first did the same as Snips and Snails, dragging their feet around in circles until Sweetie Belle worked up the courage to speak up. “Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara were having a conversation, and Diamond Tiara said something mean, so Apple Bloom insulted her hair, and then they got into a fight, and we picked a side and cheered. I know we should have done something instead of encouraging it, but it was nice to see Diamond Tiara get roughed up for once. We're sorry.” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “Ugh.” Rarity put her hand over her face, covering her eyes. She removed her hands and glared at Sweetie Belle. “You look remorseful, so I want to believe you when you say you're sorry. But if this happens again, I am banning all of you from the grounds. I will not have such violent displays at my camp! Now, who started the fight?” Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom separated from each other, crossing their arms. “She did,” Apple Bloom remarked as she gestured to Diamond Tiara. “No, she started when she insulted my hair!” Diamond Tiara said. “She threw the first punch,” Apple Bloom said. Rarity glared at Diamond Tiara. Diamond Tiara sulked and turned away. “ … Fine. Yes, I punched first.” “I see,” Rarity said. “Diamond Tiara, would you come with me to my office, please?” Rarity crooked her finger. Diamond Tiara pushed herself up and dusted off her dress, walking up to Rarity. Apple Bloom and the others were giving Diamond Tiara sympathetic glares, scared of what Rarity might do to her. “Excellent. Come with me, please,” Rarity said, turning around. “And don't think you're off the hook, either, Apple Bloom. I'll deal with you later.” Apple Bloom gulped. Diamond Tiara looked behind her, as if hoping one of them would say something to save her from whatever punishment Rarity had in store for her. They didn't, and she went on her way. Diamond Tiara followed Rarity to the cabin and into Rarity's office. “Sunset Shimmer, would you leave us alone?” Rarity asked. “Diamond Tiara is in some … trouble.” Sunset Shimmer nodded and got up, exiting the room with a more balanced walk, having recovered a little from her activities with Snips and Snails. “Lock the door behind you, please,” Rarity asked Diamond Tiara as she sat down in her chair. Diamond Tiara complied, closing the door and turning the lock. Rarity sat at her chair and put her fingers together. “You can sit if you like.” She gestured to the chair Sunset Shimmer had vacated. Diamond Tiara grimaced and took the offer, sitting down. Rarity drummed her fingers together, giving Diamond Tiara a hard glare. Diamond Tiara began to feel uneasy. Well, more uneasy than before. “I'm not happy to hear you've been fighting with Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara.” Rarity placed her hands on the desk. She stood up and walked over to the window, gazing outside through the curtains. “I'd like to think I run a tight ship around here,” Rarity said. “Make no mistake; just because we've given it the silly name “Camp Bimbo” doesn't mean we don't take our jobs very seriously here. So … I'm left wondering, how am I to discipline you for your misconduct and make sure it doesn't happen again?” Diamond Tiara gulped. “I don’t know. How?” “Why … by speeding up your education, of course.” “What?” Rarity pulled on the window string, closing the blinds and turning the room dark, with only slivers of sunlight making its way in between the blinds. Rarity turned around to face Diamond Tiara. “Truthfully, I was hoping not to do this until much later, but you warrant special consideration.” Rarity put a hand on the cheerleader shirt she was wearing. Diamond Tiara raised her arms in fear. “What-what are you doing?” Rarity began to pull down on her shirt. She pulled and pulled until the dark purple lace of her brassiere was visible, then she put another finger around the lace and began to pull it down as well, until her entire breast was visible, her nipple bare for Diamond Tiara to see. Diamond Tiara supposed she should have been horrified. Here was Rarity, a grown woman, presenting her bare, uncovered boobs to her, a newly-minted adult. Yet, somehow she wasn't. Diamond Tiara wasn't sure, but there was something strange about Rarity's large breasts which relaxed her. Something which drew her eye to the center of Rarity's breasts. She supposed it was because they were so big and round and soft, they almost seemed motherly and assuring. It turns out she was onto something with the 'mother' thing, as Rarity's nipple began to leak a white substance. It leaked out from the tip and trailed down the slope of her breast before dropping to the floor. "Come," Rarity said, beckoning Diamond Tiara over, gesturing to her boobs. "Suck." Diamond Tiara remained in her seat. "Oh. Are you afraid?" Rarity walked over to her, her boobs bouncing up and down. "We were going to do this to you eventually, anyway. I'm just moving you ahead of schedule." "Tell you what," Rarity said, putting her hands on Diamond Tiara's shoulders. "I want you to suck. You clearly don't want to. So let's compromise. You still have to suckle my breasts ... but, you only have to suck out three drops and I will let you go. You don't even have to swallow them, just tease them out from my boobs. Doesn't that sound fair? And who knows ... maybe once you start, you'll begin to like it." Diamond Tiara nodded. "Okay ... just three drops. Three ... drops. I can do that." She raised a shaky hand towards Rarity's breast. "Take a deep breath, darling. It'll calm your nerves." Diamond Tiara closed her eyes, breathing in deeply and breathing out. With her nerves thus calmed, she popped her lips around the tip of Rarity's nipple and began to suck. It took a few agonizing seconds before the milk drained out from Rarity's boob and into her mouth. Soon, Diamond Tiara had met her requirements, teasing out three drops' worth of breast milk from Rarity's huge milky boob. Diamond separated from Rarity. She knew she didn't have to swallow. Nothing was keeping her from spitting the milk on to the floor, or onto Rarity's chest. But it tasted so good she decided to swallow it, gulping down what little, tiny, unsatisfying drops she had. "Mmm ..." Rarity giggled. "Now, I meant what I said. You did your three drops like a good girl, and you don't have to suck anymore. However ..." Rarity smirked. "I recognize that just because you don't have to doesn't mean you don't want to. Do you want to?" Diamond Tiara nodded. "Yes ... yes, I want to. It's delicious. I only got a little ... I want more of it!" Rarity smiled and held out her hands. "By all means. I have two entire boobs here full of milk that you can have." Diamond Tiara, with a smile, launched right into it. She grabbed one of Rarity's breasts in her hands, clutching to it like a greedy goblin, and planted her lips on it. She sucked and sucked and suckled until there was a weak, but steady stream of milk flowing from Rarity's breast over her tongue. Diamond Tiara moaned as the delicious boob juice filled her mouth and, by extension, her stomach. Rarity, seeking to help her along, put her hands on the breast Diamond Tiara was feeding off and squeezed, shooting a stream of breast milk down Diamond Tiara's throat. "Mmm ..." Diamond Tiara moaned and pulled away in order to deal with the odd feelings she was beginning to develop. "What's going on?" She rubbed her head before feeling a tingle in her chest. "Ooh ..." Strange as the feeling was, Diamond couldn't help but clutch at her breasts and enjoy it. Slowly, inch by inch, bit by bit, Diamond Tiara's breasts began to grow. Pumping up like a balloon being inflated, her breasts grew and grew, beginning to stretch the confines of her fine pink dress. In seconds, she had large boobs the size of footballs, forming a moderate cleavage. Nowhere near as huge as Rarity's massive chest had gotten, but still worthy of attention. Other parts of her changed as well. She grew a bit in height, her arms and legs got thicker. Her cheeks puffed and filled out a bit, making her a look more mature and older than she was. "What's happening to me?" Diamond Tiara asked, cupping her cheek. "Why, Diamond ..." Rarity stood behind Diamond Tiara. She reached over Diamond Tiara's shoulder and put a hand on Diamond Tiara's enhanced breasts, giving them a squeeze and making a stain appear in Diamond's dress. Diamond Tiara moaned as a bit of breast milk spilled from her breasts onto her dress. "You drank so much of my sexy bimbo milk from my huge boobs, you developed huge boobs and milk of your own!" "Really?" Diamond Tiara asked, her head in a daze. She looked down at her impressive cleavage. Giving in to her perverted curiosity, she cupped her own breast and squeezed. She moaned again as milk flowed from it, soaking into the fibers of her dress. "Do you know what this means, Diamond?" Rarity asked, as she began to massage Diamond's shoulders. "It means you're a proper bimbo now. A proper bimbo with huge boobs, increased sex drive, a likening for males - particularly handsome ones - and of course, the massive quantities of breast milk, which is optional, but still appreciated. Granted, my boobs hold more than yours do at the moment ..." Rarity idly examined her nails, satisfied with herself. "But I'm sure you'll be up to my level with a few more ... sessions." "Sessions?" Diamond asked with an eager, hopeful voice. "Yes, sessions," Rarity answered. "But for right now, why don't we go tell everyone the wonderful news?" Cheerilee and all the other as-yet-untransformed members of the camp gathered around outside the counselors' cabin for some big announcement Rarity was going to make. Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and the rest of Twilight's friends stood by the cabin, smiling. Spike guessed they knew whatever it was Rarity was going to announce and it pleased them. It made him worried. A smiling Rarity stepped out, light on her feet and with her boobs jiggling and bouncing everywhere to an excessive degree. It seemed like the happier she was, the bouncier they got. "Everyone!" Rarity clapped her hands together. "I'm pleased to announce, after some discussion and quick training, that Diamond Tiara will be moving on up in the camp!" "Huh?" Apple Bloom said. "That seems like a light punishment for getting into a fight ..." Scootaloo muttered. "Are we sure that's the kind of example we want to set?" Cheerilee asked, worried as always about the children. Well, there were no children in the camp, just recent eighteen-year-olds, but after teaching them for as long as she did, she had trouble not thinking of Scootaloo and the others as kids. "I would like to present you ... the new and improved Diamond Tiara! Or just ‘Diamond’ for short." Rarity stepped aside and gestured to the door. When Diamond Tiara came out, everyone from Cheerilee to Scootaloo's jaws dropped. Diamond Tiara had undergone a similar change as Rarity and Rainbow Dash. She was wearing a short, skimpy, bubblegum cheerleader shirt which hugged her enhanced bust, as well as a short skirt of the same color. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she had two pink pom-poms in her hands. "Hi, everyone!" Diamond Tiara exclaimed, shaking the pom-poms through the air. "I'm excited! Aren't you excited? Yes, let's all be excited for Caaaaaaamp Bimbo! Give me a ‘B’!" Diamond Tiara jumped in the air and did a split, landing on the balls of her feet. "Diamond will be serving as my assistant from now on," Rarity said. "If you need help, or if you need me and I'm not around, go to her. We'll be setting up an extra bed for her in the counselors' cabin for now, at least until we can get those nice construction workers to build another cabin. An ‘Executive Student’ cabin of some kind, right next to the counselors' building ..." Rarity looked away from the crowd, a finger on her chin as she turned her mind to the layout of the camp. "Hey, what's wrong?" Diamond Tiara asked the crowd, looking at Cheerilee. "You don't look very happy. Aren't you happy for me?" She sounded so upset, like she might burst into tears. "Uh ... we're very happy for you, Diamond Tiara!" Cheerilee said. "We're just ... upset that we didn’t get such a wonderful opportunity like the one you have!" Diamond Tiara giggled. "Okay! But you can get this kind of opportunity. All you have to do is behave and do what Mistress Rarity says!" "We'll keep that in mind," Cheerilee said. "Now, we really must be going. Say, Spike, could the girls and I talk to you somewhere?" Cheerilee grabbed Spike's wrists forcefully. "In private? Now?" She added through gritted teeth and a fake grin. "Uh, sure," Spike said. He willingly let Cheerilee drag him by the wrist as she guided her to an empty cabin, the two of them joined by Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Cheerileee threw Spike in there. After the other girls came in, Cheerilee slammed the door shut and locked it. She put an eye through the peephole to make sure they hadn't been followed, then turned to Spike. "Spike, I am so sorry the girls and I didn't believe you sooner," Cheerilee said, putting her hands together apologetically. "You were right. There is something going on. Something has happened to the girls, and no, it's not just one big practical joke! We should realized it sooner, but it just seemed ... so ridiculous ... I mean, ‘Camp Bimbo?’ ... that had to have been a joke, right? It had to have been! But it's no joke. This is as real as Nightmare Moon." "Uh ..." Spike was caught off-guard. "Well, thank you for saying all that, Cheerilee." "What are we gonna do?" Apple Bloom had hands on her cheeks. "They got Diamond Tiara, and now they'll go for the rest of us next!" "We're all gonna be turned into bimbos!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. She, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom began to scream before Cheerilee gave them each a hard slap on the cheek to knock some sense into them. "I'll tell you what we're not going to do," Cheerilee said. "And what we're not going to do is panic." Taking a page from the Pinkie Pie School of Pulling Objects Out From Absolutely Nowhere, Cheerilee produced an army hat and placed it on her head. "We are going to remain calm, analyze the situation, and come up with a plan to beat them." "Wow, Cheerilee," Spike said. "I didn't know you knew how to be so ... forceful and commanding." "I have to be. You think I could have taught these three for four years if I didn't have some way to enforce my authority?" Cheerilee gestured to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "Now, huddle up, everyone. It's time to think of a plan ..." The five of them got together and huddled and began to discuss how they would fight back against the forces of Camp Bimbo. Author's Note I didn't initially plan to have aging-up involved, but when someone suggested in the comments for chapter 1, I felt it was worth trying to put. Mind, it's not as... integrated because of that as it could have been. I also thought of showing Sunset's threesome, but then I figured "eh, we've seen Sunset have sex with them already, we get it." But then I also thought this was a smut story, and we should get to see the sex. "Sunset's Vibrations" would be a good title for a Sunset/Vinyl Scratch clop. And looking at future chapters, you know what there's not enough of? More Sunset sex. The BallSpike, Cheerliee, and the others departed, giving each other somber nods as they returned to their cabins with a better, understanding of the situation now. As Spike opened the door to his cabin, he saw Snips and Snails asleep on their beds with smiles on their faces. Spike wasn't sure why, but something about them being so happy while asleep disturbed him. “Huh.” There was a knock on the door. Spike, with a bit of trepidation, turned and opened the door to see Rarity beaming at him. “Hi, Rarity.” “Heeeeello, Spikey-wikey~!” Rarity sang, leaning forward and giving Spike a view down her gelatinous cleavage. It was so jiggly and bouncy, almost gravity-defying. “I haven't seen you since you signed up for the camp, so I thought I would stop by and say hi!” “Uh, hi?” Spike said, uncertain. “You should, like, totally come by my office and see me sometime,” Rarity said. “I'd appreciate it. I miss you. Didn't we used to have fun hanging out together?” “Uh, yeah, we did. But...” Spike couldn't bring himself to say ‘But now you're a totally brainwashed bimbo!’, despite how true it may be. “I'll … think about coming over, okay?” “Okay!” Rarity smiled and waved, leaving. Spike gave her a solemn look and closed the door. Once Spike was out of sight, Rarity's smile turned into a large, angry frown. “Ugh!” She let out a frustrated grunt and turned away from the door, marching back to her base of operations, the counselors’ building. “What does a girl have to do to get a guy's attention around here?” Walking through the hall, she picked up a bell and began ringing it. “Counselor meeting! Counselor meeting!” Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Sunset Shimmer and Diamond Tiara all heard the bell and poured into the meeting room, meeting Rarity and gathering around a large circular table. Rarity put her knuckles on the table. “I believe we're all aware of our original plan here in Camp Bimbo. To give all of our campers a class and training in being a bimbo.” The girls nodded. “Our plan was to do it slowly, piece by piece. However...” Rarity walked around the table to Diamond Tiara and pinched Diamond's cheek, who leaned in into the affectionate display. “After my success with Diamond here, I would like to propose a different plan. A change of tactics. We should speed up the process for everyone the way I did for her.” “Okay,” Fluttershy said. “What did you have in mind?” “That's just it, darlings. I don't know.” Rarity crossed her arms and continued making rounds around the table. “I went to see Spike earlier, and despite my best efforts, he's rebuffed my advances. I mean, how he could not pick up on the subtle undertones of my invitation? It's just not fair … ” Rarity held up a finger to her lip. “We need something to make them more comfortable,” Rarity said. “Something to encourage them to be more sexually forward and more open to the transformation.” Pinkie Pie gasped loudly. “I've got it! A COSTUME PARTY!” Rarity gave her a curious look. “A … costume party?” “Yeah!” Pinkie cheered. “Think about it. We could all wear tight costumes to entice them.” “And don't forget,” Twilight added, “research shows people are bolder when they have something to hide behind, like a mask.” “Yes...” Rarity saw the potential in the idea. “Yes, yes! Costumes to show off our bodies and masks for everyone to wear so they can have the courage to step outside themselves and be comfortable doing things they wouldn't normally do! I like it! We'll have a costume party! Pinkie, this is your forte. You're up.” Pinkie Pie saluted. “You can count on me!” Rarity leaned over, placing her hands on the table. “Remember to wear something revealing, everyone!” The rest of the girls saluted and followed behind Pinkie out the door as she went to set up the party. Spike sat in his cabin, hands on his cheeks, despondent and wondering how he was going to save the girls from their hexes. A letter slipped in from under the door, distracting him from his sulking. Spike picked the card up and opened it, reading. "You and those in the cabin are formally invited to the... Camp Bimbo Masquerade Ball? A ball? Really? Oh, joy." Spike clawed at his face. "Please remember to bring a costume, blah blah blah... I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?" Spike sighed. "Hey Snips, Snails! There's going to be a party tonight!" Later in the evening, Spike, Snips, Snails, Cheerilee and the CMC walked up to the building where the ball was being hosted. Light shined from out the windows. Spike, Cheerilee and the CMC grimaced, uncomfortable and fearful of what they were going to find when they entered. They opened the door and went inside. "Darlings!" Rarity exclaimed, "So glad you all decided to come!" "How could we say no?" Snails asked, mooning dreamily at Sunset Shimmer, who gave him a wave with her fingers. Spike couldn't deny one thing; their costumes were alluring. Sunset Shimmer wore a cheerleader outfit like the ones Dash and Rarity had, in fitting dark red with gold trim. Twilight, of course, rocked the librarian look, with a white half-done blouse, black jeans, and glasses. Rainbow Dash was dressed as a flight attendant from an earlier time, with a short skirt. Fluttershy was in a jungle-print leotard and Pinkie Pie in a ballet dancer outfit. Applejack was in cowgirl garb, Rarity was in a spy catsuit with the zipper pulled down, though unlike some, her breasts really did prevent the zipper from being zipped up any further than it was, and finally, Diamond Tiara wore a white dress and held a harp, pretending to be a muse. "Why aren’t you wearing costumes, darlings?" Rarity asked. Spike chuckled. "Uh, well... we didn't realize it was mandatory." "Disappointing, but that's no reason we can't still have a good time, is it?" Rarity said. She gestured to the table, where snacks and punch could be found. "Care for some refreshments?" "Sure!" Spike said, before quickly whispering into Cheerilee's ear. "Whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything. There could be something in them." Cheerilee nodded. "So, boys, my boys..." Sunset Shimmer walked up to Snips and Snails, wrapping arms around both their shoulders. "Why don't we somewhere more private? What do you say? Ready for round two?" "We're ready, Sunset!" Snips and Snails chimed eagerly in sync. Sunset Shimmer walked them off into the restroom, to Rarity's smiling approval and Spike's blushing discomfort. "Now that we have that out of the way..." Rarity said and walked up to Spike, presenting her cleavage to him. "Spike, why don't you come and visit me at the counselors' building more often? You know I would love to see you." "I'd... love to see you, Rarity," Spike said, trying to act cool. "So why don't you?" Rarity asked, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. "Oh, you know, nothing, just..." Spike said. "Just what, Spike?" Spike froze, not sure how to answer. Rarity stared him down for a minute before relaxing and approaching him, putting her hands on his shoulders and bringing him close. To Spike's relief, she refrained from delving his head into her chest. "Oh, Spikey... I understand." "You do?" "Yes. You're nervous." Rarity massaged the back of his shoulders. "You're nervous about seeing me in a closed space, especially when I'm supposed to be working. But it's okay, Spike. It really is. But I miss you. I want to see you more often." Rarity cupped the side of Spike's head. She lifted his head up and gave him a peck on the forehead. "Promise you'll come by later?" "Well..." Spike said, tempted after her kiss, but wanting to avoid committing. "As you know, I'm a very busy man, Rarity. Very popular." "Promise?" Rarity asked in a cutesy, guilt-tripping voice, popping one leg out while she leaned in close, rubbing up against Spike's lap. "I promise!" Spike squeaked out. His brain was telling him not to go, but he couldn't resist with Rarity pressing into him the way she was. "Yay!" Rarity gave him another smooch. She cupped his chin. "I'll be waiting for you... and so will these." Rarity waved a hand over her breasts before releasing Spike and walking away, making sure to strut so her leather outfit would accentuate her hips. Spike let out a moan. Rarity was an excellent tease, even when not under the influence of some evil magic. Spike shuddered to think what might have happened if Rarity had decided she wanted more from him and to really turn the charm up. Spike turned around to observe the events of the ball. Apple Bloom did her best to not seem nervous in front of Fluttershy, who seemed to be looking down and sizing her up, though her eyes kept shifting over to Cheerilee. Rainbow Dash tried to talk to Scootaloo, who never gave more than one word "yup" replies to anything Dash said while nervously clutching a glass of punch, and Sweetie Belle and Cheerilee tried to hide in a corner. Spike blew out a deep breath. Okay. Just... act casual. Be cool. Be cool. Spike began walking, whistling a tune, trying to remain calm, and... "Oh, forget it!" Rarity came back and grabbed Spike by the wrist. "I don't want to wait any longer, Spike," Rarity said. "I want you now." "What? But-but-but-" Rarity ignored him and dragged him out the building by the wrist, ignoring his stammering and protests the entire time, even pulling him along when he tried to dig his heels in the floor. Fluttershy watched Rarity take him away with a smile, before turning over and giving a smug grin at Cheerilee. Cheerilee paled. "Uh, here, Sweetie Belle," she said, as she handed Sweetie Belle her glass of punch. "Hold that for me. I need to be, uh... anywhere that isn't here right now." Cheerilee tried to get to the door and make it seem natural, but Fluttershy pursued her, walking in front of the entrance and cutting her off. "Where are you going, Cheerilee?" Fluttershy asked. "Oh, you know," Cheerilee said. "Nowhere." "That's a funny-looking nowhere to me," Fluttershy said. "Tell you what: why don't you come with me and I'll take you somewhere?" Fluttershy grabbed Cheerilee by the shoulders and turned her around, steering her back into the building. "Oh, um, that's really not necessary, Fluttershy." "Please. I insist." Fluttershy's words came out as absolute growls, cowing Cheerilee into compliance. Sweetie Belle gave her former teacher a wave goodbye, and Cheerilee waved back. Sweetie Belle turned around and clutched guiltily at the cups in her hands, knowing the next time she'd see Cheerilee she would be... different. Fluttershy led Cheerilee through a set of doors, bringing her into a dimly-lit hallway. Applejack was there, having somehow slipped away from the main room. "Eheheheh," Cheerilee chuckled nervously. "What's the matter, Cheerilee?" Fluttershy asked. "Are you nervous about something? Please, don't be." "Nervous?" Cheerilee pulled at the collar of her shirt to let out air. "Why would I be nervous?" "Good," Fluttershy said. "Now then, I hope you don't mind me asking you a favor..." Fluttershy continued, beginning to pull her leotard down and exposing one of her breasts. Cheerilee recoiled. "Uh... I'm sorry, Fluttershy, I'm afraid I do mind. I can't do any favors involving... that." "Mmm. Really? That's a shame. Disappointing..." Fluttershy said. She snapped her fingers. "Applejack? You know what to do." "What?" "Yaah!" Applejack shouted and charged, ramming Cheerilee and knocking her onto her back. Applejack then shook her rear before parking her big, plush rump down on Cheerilee's chest, rubbing Cheerilee's boobs with her cheeks. "What was that sound?" Sweetie Belle asked from outside, having heard Cheerilee thump against the floor. "Girls!" Sweetie Belle gathered Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. "Follow me. I saw Fluttershy take Cheerilee this way..." The Cutie Mark Crusaders went up to the door and peeked through the window. They gasped at what they saw, seeing Applejack wiggling on top of Cheerilee. "What are we just standing here for?" Scootaloo asked. "Let's get in there and take 'em before they do something to Cheerilee!" Scootaloo braced herself and prepared to charge the door, but Sweetie Belle stopped her. "We can't do that!" Sweetie Belle hissed. "Who knows what they could do to us? Besides, Miss Cheerilee wouldn't want us to put ourselves in harm's way. We have to be smart about this." Scootaloo sighed. "You're right." She jerked her hand out of Sweetie Belle's grasp. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it." The three of them resumed watching. Cheerilee's cheeks flushed an impressive shade of red. "I-is this really necessary?" "I'm afraid it is," Fluttershy said, craning her neck, letting her bangs fall over her face. "All I wanted was just to ask you to suckle my breast a little bit... help me relieve this - ooh!" Fluttershy moaned, dramatically putting an arm over her head. "Pressure I have in them." "N-n-no!" Cheerilee stuttered. "That's a shame," Fluttershy said. "But I guess if you don't want to, I'll have to go and get one of the other girls to do it..." "O-other girls?" Cheerilee was afraid to ask, but she did so anyway. "Oh, yes," Fluttershy said, crouching down near Cheerilee. "Those delightful Cutie Mark Crusaders. Tell me, Cheerilee, which do you think would prefer breast milk better? Sweetie Belle, or Scootaloo?" Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo covered their mouths in horror. "N-no!" Cheerilee yelled. "You can't! They're just kids!" "They're legal adults," Fluttershy said, flicking her hair with one arm. She began to walk towards the door. "They'll be real women once I get through with them, hehe." "No!" Cheerilee yelled. She bucked and thrashed under Applejack, unable to shake Applejack's weight off. "Wait! Wait... I'll... I'll do it." "Cheerilee, no!" Scootaloo yelped. Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at the door, but dismissed it. She turned to Cheerilee with a catty smile. "You will?" "Y-yes," Cheerilee stammered. "I'll... I'll suck your breast. Just... just leave the girls alone." "Excellent," Fluttershy said. "Applejack, you can get off her now." Applejack stood up and moved away, while Cheerilee sat upright. Fluttershy approached Cheerliee and knelt down beside her, pulling her leotard down again to let her big, milk-filled breast hang out. "If you get the chance, let me know whether mine or Rarity's taste better," Fluttershy said. Cheerilee nodded, her mouth painted with worry as Fluttershy scooped her breast between Cheerilee's lips and made her drink. "Mmm…!" Cheerilee moaned, her eyes going half-lidded in pleasure. Milk began to seep out of her lips as she nursed. "There, see? It's not so bad, is it?" Fluttershy asked. Noticing the milk going down Cheerilee's chin, she cupped Cheerilee's chin and lifted her head up. "Careful, dear, you're spilling. Try to get a little tighter grip, hmm?" Cheerilee gave a moan to show she had heard, and resumed suckling Fluttershy's nip. "Let's go, girls," Apple Bloom said, dejectedly turning away from the door. "We don't need to see this... Scootaloo?" Scootaloo continued to stare through the window, enraptured by what she was seeing. "Scoots, come on!" Apple Bloom snapped her fingers. "Huh?" Scootaloo asked, prying her head away. "Oh, uh, sorry, Apple Bloom. I guess I got... distracted." Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the display, Scootaloo joined Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle in walking away from the door. Fluttershy pulled her breast out of Cheerilee's mouth with a pop, milk still dribbling down the curve of her breast. Fluttershy smiled at Cheerilee. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" "No!" Cheerilee giggled, giving a smile. "It was, like, really good, actually." "How are you feeling?" Fluttershy asked. "Good, good..." Cheerilee said. "Kind of, mmm, lusty, I guess? I want to have someone... I want to hold them... and cuddle them... and then I want to take them for a nice long ride ... preferably one inside me." Cheerilee growled. "Ooh, perfect." Fluttershy tapped Cheerilee's nose. "I know just what to make you. Come on. We're gonna find you some leather and dress you up like a cowgirl..." Fluttershy helped Cheerilee to her feet. "Mmm... say, why isn't Applejack a cowgirl? She fits the theme better than I do." Fluttershy glanced at Applejack, who shrugged. "I don't know," Fluttershy said. "I guess we just didn't think of it. But enough of that, let's get you fitted..." Rarity dragged Spike by the wrist into the counselor’s cabin, bringing him into a room and setting him by the door. "Wait here," she told him, closing the door and locking the door with a key. "I'll go change." She smiled at him and pulled down the zipper on her catsuit, revealing her ample cleavage. She left and went into the other room, separated by an empty doorway. Spike smiled and nodded. The minute her back faded from view in the other room, Spike went for the knob to the entrance, jiggling it and trying to get it to turn, hoping Rarity hadn't locked it properly, but it was no use. Rarity had locked it very securely. "No running away, okay?" Rarity called from the other room, still in her happy, ditzy voice, as if she hadn't locked Spike in here against his will. Spike grimaced. "Oh, Spike!" Rarity called. "Would you come in here, please?" Spike gulped and went into the other room. Rarity was lying on a couch, wearing a smile on her face and back in her cheerleader get-up. Either she had gotten really good at changing out of clothes very quickly, or she had been wearing the cheerleader skirt and top under her catsuit the whole time. Given this was Rarity, Spike knew the first possibility should be a given, but given the... ailment affecting her, the second idea was also a definite possibility. Rarity grinned at him. She sat up and held up a length of rubber hose in one hand and a golf ball in the other. She placed one end of the hose in her mouth, and set the ball on the other end. She began to suck, making slurping and moaning noises. Eventually, the ball began to pull and lift up, going inside the rubber hose and stretching it out far beyond what it was meant to contain. The ball traveled up the hose, moved by Rarity's suction, until it reached the other end, where Rarity caught it in her mouth. Rarity moved the rubber hose and tossed it over the arm of the couch. She turned her head and spat the billiard ball into her hand with pop, which was covered and dripping with saliva. Rarity wiped the ball against her shirt, moaning as she rubbed the hard thing against her breasts, then dropped it to the ground. Spike wasn't sure what to make of all this. "Come here, Spike," Rarity said, crooking a finger at him. She laid back and patted a spot on the couch. "Um... okay," Spike replied, moving over to the couch. Rarity lifted her legs up to give Spike room to sit down. Spike parked himself on the couch cushion, resting his hands on his knees. "Tell me a story, Spike," Rarity said. "A story? Alright... um... once upon a time, there was this beautiful woman... who... lived in a wooden cabin, a lot like this one." "Uh-huh..." Rarity nodded, getting up. "And... something happened to her, and she didn't know what, but all her friends started acting strangely." "I see..." Rarity scooted towards him. "And most of all, despite what she might have thought, there was a handsome prince who just wanted to help her and make her better, but she didn't want anything to do with it. She wanted to keep being who she was, even though that wasn't who she was. She didn't realize she had changed." "How sad. How... very sad." Rarity rested her head on Spike's shoulder and rubbed his cheek. "But we're not going to be like that, are we, Spike? No. You're going to get the perfect opportunity to make me better..." "I am?" Spike asked, confusion lining his face. "You are..." Rarity brought her other hand over Spike's lap and began to gently brush against his abdomen. Spike buzzed and shivered. He jumped out of the chair, throwing Rarity's hands off him. "No! No no no!" Spike stomped his feet. Rarity let out a whine. "Oh, darling! Stop being so defensive!" "No!" Spike crossed his arms. "Why not, darling?" Rarity asked, crawling on the couch, letting her massive breasts hang loose. "We know we both want it... don't we?" "No," Spike huffed and turned his head. Rarity rested her head on her hand, utterly perplexed. "Well, why not? I am not attractive enough for you? Are you simply afraid of your first time? Or... maybe you don't have a sex drive?" "It's... not that," Spike said. "Okay, well, I am a little afraid, but not for the reasons you're thinking. It's just..." Spike paced, tapping the bridge of his nose. Spike stopped and turned to her. "You're not her. You're not Rarity, and I... I wanted my first time to be with her." Spike looked to the ground. "I'm not?" Rarity asked, pouting. "No. You're not." Spike said. "She was always sexual, but she was never this... big-lipped, big-boobed cheerleader bimbo!" "I'm not Rarity?" Rarity asked. "I have her face. I have her hair..." She ran a hand through her hair. "I have her lips... and I have her boobs, just with a little... enhancements." "Growing three times as big is more than just ‘enhancement’." "And..." Rarity continued, ignoring Spike's remark. "I have her memories." "Y-you do?" Spike asked, surprised. Rarity nodded. "Yes. I remember when I was captured by Diamond Dogs while you and I were out looking for gems. I remember you volunteering to help me with those gems... I remember that while I rescued myself, you were so brave, and you didn't give up searching for me. I remember when you gave me the Fire Ruby. Remember that?" "Yeah," Spike said. "I remember when you and Twilight first came to Ponyville," Rarity said. "Is that proof enough that I'm Rarity for you?" "Y-yeah... I mean, I guess so," Spike said. "Good." Rarity stood up off the couch. "Now, if you don't mind, darling, I'd like to begin with the proceedings..." Rarity walked around to the front of Spike. She got down on her knees and moved her breasts towards his lap. Spike winced and backed away. Rarity groaned. At this point, he was getting on Rarity's nerves. "Why do you continue to resist, darling? We both want it. You know what I want. I know you want this." "Because you're... still... not... you," Spike said. "It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't really be our first time. " "So just because you say I’m a little... off in the head, means that doing this would be completely illegitimate? That because I have a bit of a problem with an increased lust factor, having sex with me doesn't 'count' as 'sex with Rarity'? Does it? Is that how it works, Spike?" "I don't know..." Spike said. "Maybe... yes?" Rarity harrumphed. "Well, that upsets me just a little bit, Spike. You're saying I'm not who I say I am?" "Well, when you put it that way... I guess... maybe I'm being a little closed-minded?" Spike said. "Regardless, I still want it, Spike." Rarity reached a hand towards his abdomen. "And I'm not going to be satisfied until I get it." She took hold of him. She began to rub and stroke him softly. "O-okay..." Spike said, blushing as Rarity tenderly ran her fingers over his equipment through his pants. Ack, no! What am I doing? I'm falling into her trap! I have to say no! But... Spike's eyes wandered down. Her boobs are... so big. I bet they're soft. Really soft... I... they seem to be affecting my mind. I - I have to say yes to those... yes... Rarity continued gently stroking her fingers over his abdomen. She smiled at him and reached her fingers down into the side of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them and pulling them down. Spike bit his lip. "Don't be nervous," Rarity told him, continuing to run the tips of her fingers along the side of his equipment. "I know what I'm doing." Not sure I should take that as reassurance. Spike thought. He let out a suppressed moan as his arousal began to build. His member stretched out, his veins bulging as it reached a larger size. Rarity wasn't convinced he was fully there yet. She continued to stroke him. She leaned in and gave his tip a big, wet kiss. "Mmmmmwah." Rarity's lips popped as she finished the kiss, removing her lips. She was right, he wasn't fully there yet, and her efforts were rewarded by his member growing more, extending to its full length. Rarity's eyes narrowed, a lust clear in her eyes. She opened her mouth, making sure to purse her lips and open them with another pop so Spike knew and understood the treat he was in for. Rarity took his equipment into her mouth and began to suckle, gently pulsing her mouth against his pud. She moved her tongue back and forth underneath, teasing him slightly until she wrapped her tongue around it properly, sliding it across and licking him. "Ooh..." Spike shivered. "Mmm..." Rarity moaned, appreciating the feeling of his equipment responding to her with appreciative pulsations. "Ooh..." Rarity rose up slightly, bringing her breasts up to Spike's equipment. She moved back and forth, swaying and pressing her boobs against his skin. "Haaaaa…!" Spike moaned heavily. "Oh, you like that, do you?" Rarity asked, taking her mouth off. "Let's see then..." She adjusted herself, plunging his member into her cleavage before taking it back into her mouth and sucking it again. She rocked back and forth, rubbing his member within the soft confines of her breasts, causing it to start throbbing. If there was anything that could make his member firmer than her glorious, gorgeous boobs, he couldn’t think of it. "Mmm..." Rarity moaned, getting a slight taste of what she wanted as she continued her ministrations. She sucked harder, harder, and harder... Spike felt himself throbbing and vibrating at such a speed and intensity he didn't think was possible. "R-Rarity..." Spike stammered, "y-you're really starting to make me feel weird." Rarity waved a hand at him, assuring him this was normal, as she continued to suck and slurp on his member. "Heeea... haaa.... aaaaaah!" Spike screamed, reaching his orgasm. His tool spurted hot liquid into Rarity's mouth, blasting her throat with spunk. "MMM!" Rarity moaned. This was what she wanted all along. She brought everything she had to make sure his orgasm would last as long as possible - her breasts, her hands, her lips. She stroked and rubbed and bounced and sucked, wanting to milk every last drop out of Spike. "Aaaaha... aaah... yes, yes..." Spike moaned, moving forward. He bucked forward, slamming Rarity against the coffee table and knocking it over, where he moved and pinned her head against the table. He may have had his reservations about how much of Rarity’s mind was aware, but this beautiful, big-boobed bimbo deserved a treat for the pleasure she was giving him. "MMMMMH!" Rarity screamed, enjoying Spike being a bit more dominant, gulping down his seed almost as fast as he put it out. Lumps formed in her throat. She tilted her head back, moaning. Yes… Spike thought, Yes! Give it to her. Force it into her. Make her drink it, like the good little bimbo she is! Spike continued pumping vulgar ooze into her until he began to dry up. "Aaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaah..." Spike moaned. Sensing he was done, he pulled himself away. Rarity snaked out her tongue and licked her lips. She felt so full... "Mmm... thank you, Spike," Rarity murmured. "That was good... and it made my boobies feel good, too, didn't it, girls?" Rarity placed her hands under her breasts. Spike blinked when he saw them jiggle and expand, increasing in size by just a tiny inch, pushing her nipples taut against her shirt, and then staining her shirt when they blasted out gushes of milk, some of which splashed out and got onto Spike. "Oh!" Rarity complained. "I didn't make you try any of my milk! Oh well, we'll save it for next time. After all, I suspect you're too tired to try it out now and probably want to rest... am I right?" "Y-yeah," Spike nodded. "That was... Rarity, that was amazing. I... I can't wait to do it again. See you later." Spike waved at her and turned to leave, before looking down at his milk-covered self. "Oh." "There's a shower over there." Rarity pointed to the side. "Thanks." Rarity watched Spike go, her eyes tracking his movement, occasionally glancing at his equipment. "Mmm..." She couldn't wait to suck out another load and steal his vitality from him again. Taking a break, Rarity righted the table and laid herself out on the couch. She rubbed her stomach, moaning and feeling his seed slosh around inside. "Mmm..." Some time later, after getting cleaned off, Spike walked to his cabin, slumped over and ashamed of himself. How could he have given in like that? What was he thinking? And why couldn't he stop thinking about doing it again? Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were waiting for him outside his cabin, sitting by the door. "Spike?" Apple Bloom asked. "Are y'all okay?" Spike shook his head. "No... I'm not... I... I gave in, Apple Bloom. I had sex with Rarity." Scootaloo covered her mouth in shock. Sweetie Belle just grimaced at the idea of her sister having sex at all. "Thankfully, I don't really... feel different, other than really wanting to have sex with her—" "Could you please stop talking about having sex with my sister?" "Sorry. Other than really wanting to uh, do it again," Spike said. "Well, well, well!" Snails drawled, sticking himself out the window. "Not so high and mighty now, are you, Spike?" Snails crossed his arms. "Ugh. I’m never gonna hear the end of this..." Spike groaned. Snails closed the window and went back inside. "It's okay, Spike." Sweetie Belle assured him, walking to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Moments of weakness happen to the best of us." Spike perked up. "You think so?" "NO!" Sweetie Belle began to slap him around the head and shoulders. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom rushed in to try and stop her. "How - could you - have sex - with - my sister, you - dirty, rotten - perverted piece of filth!" The trees and the bushes in the nearby forest rustled, catching all of their attention, and Sweetie Belle stopping her beating of Spike. The trees rustled again. The four of them became tense, wondering if perhaps a vile beast was going to jump out and spring at them, tearing them apart with vicious claws. After another rustle, Princess Celestia and Luna tumbled out from the bushes. "Oof," Luna groaned, getting to her feet and rubbing her sore bottom, looking around. She turned to Celestia and made a grand sweeping gesture. "See, sister? I told you we should have looked here first, the minute that witness told us about it. But nooo! 'Surely they wouldn't be that obvious,' you said! 'They wouldn't be so careless as to actually put themselves in and name the place 'Camp Bimbo' you said! 'Not even someone under the effects of a bimbofication spell would be so stupid,' you said! Well HA! The joke is on you!" "Yes, yes. You was right, and I was wrong. Just get it out of your system so we can move on and put a stop to this." Celestia waved her hand. "I will, thank you." Luna turned her head up, taking a moment to exalt in her victory, her obviousness rightness. Had Celestia just listened to her in the first place, they might have had this whole mess sorted out by now. "Uh... okay," Spike said. "I'm confused." "Me too," Sweetie Belle said. "Me three," Scootaloo added. "Me five," Apple Bloom said. "Uh, wait a sec..." She started counting on her fingers. "Spike!" Luna snapped, approaching Spike. "Where is Twilight Sparkle and her friends?" "They're... in the counselors' cabin." "Have you noticed anything... different about them?" Luna asked. "Ooooh yeah," Spike replied. "Very different." "Then... they're already affected." Luna cupped her chin. "Have you had sex with any of them?" "What?" Spike blushed. "Luna, that's not a question you just ask someone outright like that!" Luna grabbed him by the shoulders. "This is important, Spike! Did you or did you not have sex with any of them?" "Okay, okay! Yes! Just once! One time... with Rarity," Spike answered, feeling a disturbing mixture of shame and pride. He had gotten to make love to Rarity! But now he also had to admit that to Luna. "Okay. Okay. One time is not so bad," Luna turned to Celestia. "We still have a chance of stopping this before it gets worse." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, time-out here!" Spike yelled, making a 'T' with his hands. "Would somebody like to explain to me just what the heck is going on here!?" Author's Note Music for Spike and Rarity's ... session; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v20GrmcdW4o Fitting my continuing change of priorities, all I can think coming back to this story is "Not enough Sunset lactation." Matter of fact, I don't think she lactates at all in this story. Humph! I devised the idea of a costume dance so I could play around with some ideas my friends and I had that I couldn't work into this or other stories, such as Sunset being a cheerleader instead of a lifeguard or Dash as a sexy flight attendant. The Cure!Luna took in a deep breath. "A long time ago, we confiscated magical items from an disreputable wizard named Bezim. These items were enchanted to place a 'bimbofication' curse on whoever came into contact with them, turning them into athletic floozies who would want to do nothing but play sports and have sex." "Additionally, those affected are capable of transmitting the curse through sex," Celestia added, causing Spike's eyes to widen. "You should be fine, Spike, so long it was only once," Luna said. "But the more sex you have with them, the more affected you become, both physically and mentally." "I guess that would explain why Snips and Snails started acting so odd ... even for them, I mean," Spike said. "We were keeping the items in storage at the castle," Luna said. She then glared at Celestia. "But unfortunately, someone had the bright idea to keep them stored in a cardboard box that looked just like a shipping container, so when my sister attempted to ship Twilight supplies for a research experiment she wanted Twilight to do, there was some sort of mix-up, and Twilight received the enchanted artifacts by mistake. Twilight must fallen under the spell and spread it to her friends, causing them to make this ... camp." Luna looked around. "There's something else. Those under the spell are ... motivated to spread its effects. If left unchecked, the girls could spread out of the camp and start hooking up with anyone they can find, and the curse will spread until all of Equestria is populated by lust-crazed floozies." Luna stomped her foot. "This cannot be allowed to happen." "What do we do?" Spike asked. "There is a way to cure them," Luna said. "If we can remind them of who they are, of what their real passions are, perhaps with a picture or a book - anything which would trigger a strong enough emotional reaction - they'll remember who they really are, and it will break the spell." "Great!" Spike rubbed his hands. "So, what's the plan?" "We should find Twilight Sparkle first," Celestia said. "She had to have been the first to handle the box's contents, so she'd be the most affected."' "What does Twilight value most?" Luna asked. "Well ... there's her friends, but they wouldn’t be much help at the moment," Spike snapped his fingers. "So after her friends, what comes next in the list of things Twilight loves most? … I've got it! Twilight loves books. We can use that." "No idea why, but she does..." Scootaloo murmured. "Quiet, Scootaloo," Spike snapped. "We'll need a plan," Luna said. "And I think I have one," Spike said, as he raised a finger and smiled. Twilight was in the courtyard shooting hoops, as she could often be found doing recently. She scored a perfect shot, and the ball bounced right back into her hands. "Hmm?" Twilight's attention was drawn when she saw Celestia, the CMC, and Luna wheeling in on a whiteboard onto the side of the courtyard. Dribbling the ball with her movements, she walked over to them. "Celestia! Luna! What a surprise to see you here? What's ... this?" "Hello, Twilight Sparkle. This ..." Celestia tapped her hand against the board, "is a whiteboard." "I can see that," Twilight spat icily. "And ..." Spike walked up to them. He took out a marker and began drawing on the board, consulting a parchment of paper to make sure he got the quotation he’d taken from one of Twilight's books down right. After finishing up the drawer, Spike capped the marker and turned to Twilight. "It's how we're going to cure you." Twilight turned and huffed, holding the basketball close to her chest. "I'm sorry, cure me? For the last time, Spike, I told you I don't need to be cured! I'm fine!" "You may think that, Twilight, but truthfully, you are not," Luna said. "Oh, you butt out of this, old lady!" Twilight pointed a finger at Luna. Luna charged at her to strike her for the slight, but Celestia restrained her sister. "And as for you ..." Twilight huffed, walking up to Spike and pointing a finger at his chin. "But it's from one of your books, Twilight!" Spike exclaimed. "You love reading, remember? History, science, math, literature… you love them all! That’s what makes you you!" "No, no, no. I think you're confusing me with someone else. I'm Twilight Sparkle, basket-ball superstar. I don't do ‘reading,’ because it doesn’t have anything to do with lining up that perfect shot that I live for. And I think what would be a good lesson for you, you little trollop ..." Twilight threw the basketball aside. She wrapped her arm around Spike's neck and plunged his face into her cleavage. "Would be if I smothered with my boobs until you pass out!" Spike began flailing and struggling, gasping for breath. "What do we do?" Scootaloo exclaimed while Sweetie Belle bit her nails. “We can try something like this, for starters!” Luna charged at Twilight, Celestia letting go so she could save Spike. But Twilight kicked up a basketball that was resting on the court, kicking it into her hand, from where she threw the ball smack into Luna’s forehead, sending the Princess stumbling. Spike reached towards them, snapping his hands as if he was trying to reach out for something. "Look, I think he's trying to tell us something!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. "Like ... a game of charades, maybe?" "What is it, Spike? What is it!?" Scootaloo yelled. Spike pointed at the ground. "The ground?" Scootaloo asked. "Uh, look down? The dirt? You want us to scoop the dirt and toss it at Twilight?" Spike shook his hand. He pointed at the whiteboard. "The whiteboard? You want us to pick up the whiteboard and smack Twilight over the head with it?" Spike shook his hand again. He curled his fingers up and tapped his thumb, clicking furiously. "A pen? You want a pen?" "I think he's trying to tell us he wants the marker," Sweetie Belle said. She went over and picked the marker up, putting it into Spike's hand. Spike adjusted the marker and brought it down on Twilight's breasts, drawing and etching the words onto her massive boobs. "Ooh, yes ... that's the ticket, Spike, press that marker into my breasts... wait, what are you... doing?" Twilight looked down and started to feel a little dizzy when she saw what Spike was drawing. "Uh ..." Groaning, Twilight pushed Spike off, sending him to the ground. She continued to stare at her chest. She wrapped her arms around and lifted her chest up to get a better look. She began to mumble. "All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others? That doesn’t… that doesn’t make any sense. What - what could that… possibly mean?" As though possessed, Twilight took the marker from Spike and went up to the whiteboard. She started writing the sentence, trying to make some sense of by repeating it. As she did, her chest began to reduce in size. Spike rolled onto his stomach. "Yes. Yes! That's it, Twilight. Figure it out This is who you are, Twilight. You're not some busty athlete, you're a scholar!” Twilight's shirt fell, being sized a bit too big for her without the huge cleavage she'd been sporting the last few days. She finished the equation and raised her arm into the air in triumph. "OH!” Twilight shouted, realizing clicking. “It’s a comment about the hypocrisies of government that insist that they are treating each citizen equally, while at the same time doing very much not that!" Twilight paused and blinked. She looked around. "Spike?" Twilight dropped the marker onto the whiteboard. "What's going on? Why are Princess Celestia and Princess Luna here? Why are we all here in the middle of the woods surrounded by log cabins?" Twilight looked down at her chest, and she blushed, wrapping her arms around herself. "Why am I not wearing a bra!?" Celestia put a hand on Twilight's shoulder to calm her. "There will be plenty of time to explain later, but for now, it will have to wait. We need to rescue the rest of your friends." Twilight glanced up at Celestia. "Mm-hmm." She nodded affirmatively, understanding that there was some magical malady going on around here. "The next thing we need to do is come up with something to remind the rest of your friends of their former selves." Celestia explained to Twilight on their way back to Spike's cabin to regroup. "Hmm." Twilight rubbed her chin. "I know. Nobody is going to like it, but one thing that Fluttershy has always loved, and it will always make her think of her home ..." "Oh no." Spike brought his hand over his face. "You're not talking about who I think you're talking about, are you?" "I'm afraid I am," Twilight said. "Who?" Luna asked. "Angel Bunny," Twilight answered, and a shudder passed through everyone present. Inside the counselor's cabin, Fluttershy was sitting on a crate, scanning around the room and admiring her collection of various golf clubs in their bags and boxes. She raised her brow when she heard the door click open. "Hello." Fluttershy remarked when Spike, Celestia, Twilight and the others crowded. She stretched her legs and jumped down from her crate to the floor, balancing the golf club on her shoulder. "What are you all doing here?" "We're, uh, well, we're here to ..." Twilight trailed off. Fluttershy narrowed her eyes. "Twilight? You look different. What have they done to you?" Fluttershy took her gloved hand to her face and shook her head. "Oh no no. They 'cured' you, didn't they? Made you 'normal' again?" "Yeah." "And you're here to try to do the same to me, aren't you?" Fluttershy asked, glaring at them. "Well, yes." Twilight replied. "You're not yourself, Fluttershy. You're losing yourself. You need help to get back to normal." "Well, tough luck, sister." Fluttershy pointed a thumb at herself. "I like myself the way that I am no, and this is one lady who doesn't need curing! I will be staying right like this, thank you very much!" She drummed her fingers seductively on the handle of her club. Fluttershy proved surprisingly violent for someone who was supposed to have become a submissive bimbo, and well, being Fluttershy. Without the slightest hesitation, she charged at Celestia, swinging the golf club and aiming to hit Celestia in the head. Celestia backed away and gracefully dodged the blow. Spike, thinking quickly, picked up a golf club from one of Fluttershy's bags and ran at her, swinging the club wildly at her. Fluttershy spun around and blocked, locking the clubs together in mortal combat. Fluttershy pulled the club away* and tried to strike Spike, who held his club up to defend. He grit his teeth as Fluttershy pressed, pushing down with her club and threatening to break through his guard - and the club. "The crate!" Spike yelled. "The crate!" Twilight ran over and handed Spike an animal carrier to Spike. Spike took the carrier and held it up where Fluttershy could see, his other hand about to give out. "Fluttershy, look!" "Do you really think you can distract me with - whatever is that ... stupid ... box?" Fluttershy growl, her voice softening when she saw what was in the box - her pet rabbit, Angel Bunny. "Angel?" Fluttershy asked, her voice becoming more of her normal soft tone instead of the constant purring flirt it had been. Her eyes opened wide, losing some of the animal ferocity which had been in them. She made a halfheartedly continued to press her club against Spike's before tossing it to the floor with a clang. She got to her knees and took the carrier from Spike, opening up the door and taking Angel out of his box. "Oh, Angel!" Fluttershy exclaimed, bringing Angel into her chest. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Has anybody been feeding you!?" Angel Bunny, for his part, nuzzled against Fluttershy's breasts, enjoying himself with their softness, even though he was an lagomorph who really shouldn't have had any sexual attraction to human breasts, but Spike would suspect the hare was perverted enough to appreciate them anyway. Or they could have just been really soft, sexuality aside, but Spike would still bet on the former idea. His theory was given further evidence when Fluttershy's chest began to shrink down to a normal size, her hips also reducing and her waist and stomach filling back out as she changed from a sexually-idealized body to her normal lithe self ... and Angel seemed disappointed she no longer had a well-endowed chest. "Oh ..." Fluttershy groaned, putting a hand on her head. She looked around. "Twilight? What have I been doing? Spike? ... What are you doing with that golf club? Where-where are we?" She looked around in a panic. "It's a long story," Spike said. "We need to move and get to the others." "O-okay." Fluttershy stood up. "Um ... which others? Do we know where they are?" "They can't have gone far," Twilight said. "Come on!" They all rushed out of the building, Fluttershy following even though she still didn't really understand what was going on. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, and Cheerilee were hanging around in the gym they used to host the ball. They had the same reaction to Fluttershy when Celestia and the others walked into the building, but they were quicker to piece together what they were up than Fluttershy was. "Like, look, girls!" Cheerliee said. "I do believe that the lot of them are here to try and change us back to our borin' old selves!" Celestia leaned down and whispered to Twilight. "Why is Cheerilee the cowgirl and not Applejack? That makes no sense." Twilight shrugged. "Well, they can try!" Applejack tossed up a soccer ball in the air before dribbling it to the ground, punting it and kicking it right into Luna's stomach. Luna groaned and fell over. Applejack ran up to her. "Uh-oh." Luna groaned, realizing what was about to happen. Applejack stomped her foot on the ball, squishing it beneath her cleat and activating its magic. A green mist flew out of it and into Luna, changing her clothes into a similar version of Applejack's, and giving her similar enhancements to her hips. "Mmm, wow!" Luna stood up, smiling and holding the ball. "I feel, like, really good ... who's up for a game of kickball?" "Ah, Luna, no!" Celestia grabbed Luna's shoulders and shook her. "Focus! Fight it! Don't give in!" "Huh? Ah, right, right ..." "Well, looks like the Princesses are out." Sweetie Belle observed. "Come on! We've gotten out of a lot of scraps without them! Let's go!" The bimbo victims tensed up, getting ready for a fight. Scootaloo sprinted towards Rainbow Dash and tossed a piece of cloth onto her face, which Dash struggled to pull off, and Scootaloo got clear before Dash could counter. "Why you- huh?" Dash observed the cloth and became distracted. "The Wonderbolts' logo?" Dash, in a trance, lifted the cloth up. "That's right ... I've always wanted to be a Wonderbolt ..." "Dashie, no!" Pinkie exclaimed. "Don't listen to their siren song!" "Uh, Pinkie Pie?" "What!?" Pinkie hissed, baring her teeth at Sweetie Belle, who was holding up a tiny cake with a smile painted on it with frosting. "What is this?" "I, uh, baked you a cake," Sweetie Belle said. "You know, because you work at Sugarcube Corner and bake cakes and goods for everybody in Ponyville ... and I put a little smile on it in frosting because you like making people smile, right?" "You ... you don't think I know what you're trying to do? I know EXACTLY what you're trying to do, trying to get me change back to who I was by reminding me about all the things I left behind from my old life that I used to enjoy! Well, I got a message for you, buster, it won't ... it won't ... uh ... actually, maybe it will work." Pinkie took the platter from Sweetie Belle. "I do like making people happy, and ..." Pinkie took her finger and drew it on the cake, scooping up some of the frosting and placing it into her mouth. "I can't remember the last time I baked a really good cake." Cheerliee crossed her arms when she saw Scootaloo standing in front of her. "What do you want? What are y'all thinkin' you're gonna try to do to me, huh?" "Oh, nothing, nothing!" Scootaloo insisted, before holding out a piece of paper. "It's just, I was having some trouble with my homework for, um, my college, and I was hoping you could help me out a bit?" "Sorry, buckaroo, I don't do that no mores," Cheerilee said, huffing. "Aw, come on," Scootaloo said. "Just this one question, please? "If a train leaves from Manehatten at 45 miles per hour, and another train leaves from Ponyville at the same time going at 25 miles on the same track, how long before the two trains crash, and how much centrifugal force will be generated from the front ends of both trains?'" Cheerliee continued to regard Scootaloo with a cold, disaffected glare. Her eyes glanced down to the piece of paper. Cheerilee took her hand and swiped the paper from Scootaloo. "Just so y'all know, I'm not actually doin' this, I'm just tryin' to appease so you'll leave us alone." Scootaloo beamed. Cheerilee scoffed and lifted the paper up. "If a train ... 45 miles per hour, 25 miles per hour ..." Cheerliee squinted at the paper. "Wait a minute, there's missing information here. In order to ... properly calculate how long it would take, we need the length of the train track both trains on. That's ... unprofessional. That's an oversight, and it's sloppy! Pen. I need a pen to correct this." Cheerliee looked around for a pen, her bust beginning to reduce. She didn't notice Scootaloo pump her fist in triumph. "I wonder what other blunders whoever wrote this made ..." Cheerilee began looking over the paper, not noticing Scootaloo's blush - she had been the author, after all. "Applejack?" Apple Bloom tapped Applejack on the shoulder. Applejack turned around, eyes narrowed. She wasn't expecting Apple Bloom to take a more direct, blunt approach to it, slapping Applejack's hat on her head and forcing an apple fritter into Applejack's mouth. "Mmm." Applejack moaned, taking a bite out of the fritter and taking it out of her mouth. "Good ol' Granny Smith's cooking ..." "Yeah," Apple Bloom said. "It's good, isn't it?" "Yup ..." "You're not gonna get that if you keep hangin' around at this camp." Apple Bloom said with a smirk. "Yeah ..." Applejack mumbled. She took another bite of the fritter, and her hips began to reduce. "See, Rainbow Dash?" Fluttershy walked up to Dash, placing a hand on Dash's shoulder. "This isn't you, walking around in this awful, skimpy cheerleader outfit ... this." Fluttershy smacked the cloth. "This is who you are, who you want to be. Rainbow Dash, aspiring Wonderbolt!" "Yeah ... yeah!" Dash nodded enthusiastically. Her body began to change back to normal. While she started, Pinkie and Cheerilee finished. "This isn't me!" Rainbow Dash dropped the cloth and grabbed at her cheerleader shirt, about to tear in half and throw it away. Before Dash could, Fluttershy grabbed her by the wrists. "I, um, wouldn't that, unless you happen to be wearing something underneath. You wouldn't want Scootaloo to see your bare breasts, would you?" "I wouldn't mind seeing Rainbow Dash's breasts," Scootaloo said, causing Rainbow Dash, Cheerilee and Fluttershy to blush. "Scootaloo, is there something you haven't told us?" Sweetie Belle asked. "Like, a lesbian kind of something?" "Never mind that!" Twilight said, waving her hands. "We need to go and find and fix Rarity and Diamond Tiara!" Twilight looked at Celestia and Luna. "Princess Celestia, will Luna be alright?" "I'll be fine," Luna said. "Yes." Celestia cupped Luna's cheek. "She hasn't had much exposure, and she's not had any sex, so it should be easy enough for me to bring her back to normal. Unfortunately, that will take my time and attention, and I will be unable to help you with Rarity." "I don't think that will be a big problem," Twilight said, smiling and glancing towards her friends, having faith in them. The group, sans Princesses, went into the counselors' cabin. All the lights were turned off, and the curtains were shut, plunging the building into total darkness. "Man!" Rainbow Dash complained, "It is really dark in here. Anyone have a flashlight?" Twilight flicked her hand, creating a purple fireball in her palm and giving off some light. "There. That should help a little ..." "You don't think ... maybe Rarity knew we were coming?" Fluttershy asked, giving a shiver.' "She had to," Twilight said. "Sooner or later, she was going to notice her, ugh, bimbos were reporting in like they were supposed to, and she's making her last stand in here." "I don't like the idea of having a last stand with any of our friends." Fluttershy whimpered. "Halt, intruders!" Twilight shielded her eyes from someone shining a flashlight right in their faces. "You've gone far enough, and done pretty well 'fixing' your friends, but here is where you no further," Diamond Tiara said, wearing a suit of cobbled-together armor like something from a child's game, with a bucket on her head and skillets tied around her torso in a haphazard fashion. "Diamond Tiara ... step out of the way." Twilight raised her other hand, producing a fireball in. "You don't want to mess with my magic now that I've got my head screwed back on straight." "You won't use your magic on me, Twilight Sparkle. You're too good for that." "Diamond Tiara!" Silver Spoon rushed to the front of the group, pushing Twilight out of the way. "Please, snap out of it! I want my best friend back!" "I'm still right here, Silver Spoon." "No! You're not! You're an eager to please tart with milk-filled breasts!" "Silver Spoon, language." Twilight admonished her, even though Silver Spoon was a (young) adult. "What happened to the bitter bully that I used to know?" Silver Spoon asked. "The master of taunting who didn't tolerate anything from anyone? I want her back." "Hang on. I have an idea." Apple Bloom marched up to Diamond Tiara, raised her hand, and slapped Diamond Tiara hard across the cheek. Everyone was shocked. Diamond Tiara staggered, shaking her head before focusing her gaze on Apple Bloom, her eyes filling up with hatred. "Don't touch me!" Diamond Tiara responded with a slap of her own. "Keep your hands off me, you blank flank!" Apple Bloom took the slap in stride, lifting her head up to smirk. "It's good to have you back, Diamond Tiara?" "Did I ever leave?" Diamond Tiara asked, crossing her arms. She looked around. "Um, where are we? Why I am dressed a like bad school play?" "I'll explain." Apple Bloom took Diamond's hand and led her away. "Here." She took the flashlight from Diamond and handed it off to Spike. "You can use this more than she can." "Right." Spike pointed the flashlight up. Diamond Tiara, Apple Bloom, and Silver Spoon, out of concern for her friend, left. "Now that we've got Diamond Tiara out of the way, I think our best option is to split up and search the whole building," Spike said. "I'm inclined to disagree, Spike, but I think you might be right." Twilight waved her fireball around. "There's no telling where Rarity might be hiding in here." "I'll go on ahead." Spike volunteered. Twilight nodded before watching him walk into the darkness. Spike walked around, opening every door and shining the flashlight in to see if Rarity was in the room. He struck out, going through room after room with no hint or indication Rarity was there until he had been through the entire hallway. Spike sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have to go upstairs." Grumbling to himself, Spike begrudgingly carried himself up the stairs to the second floor of the building, shining the flash light all around. "Rarity?" Spike called out to the darkness. "Rarity, we know you're in here. Come out now! Come on, Rarity. The game is over. You've lost. Why don't you make it easier on all of us and just surrender now?" Spike heard no reply for a few minutes, until he heard a thump come from above. He shined the flashlight towards the ceiling, where he saw the handle of what he knew had to be an attic. "Got you," Spike said to himself with a smirk. Spike pulled down the handle, pulling down and unfolding the stairs leading up to the attic. He made his way up there and shined the flashlight around, finding Rarity sitting on a box. "Alright, Rarity. It's over. Come on, give it up." "Yes," Rarity said, leaning back and resting her chin on her hand, "I suppose it is. But before we do that awful 'curing' business, would you be at all interested ..." Rarity pulled up her shirt, allowing her breasts to flop and spill out. Spike grew nervous, getting a blush and going weak in the knees. "In experiencing it together one last time before the others get here?" Rarity asked, spooling up the shirt around her arm before dropping it to the floor. "It's just us ... we're alone ... no one else has to know ... and you were soooo good last time." Rarity placed her hands on her knees, squishing her breasts together with her arms. "Heck, maybe we could even escape ... we could elope, run across the country, and be together ... and I could make you feel good every morning of every day ... and every night." Rarity unhooked her bra, peeling it slowly off her breasts before tossing it to the floor. "What do you say?" "Well, I, uh ... well ..." Spike moved forward, his movements slowed and stilted as if he was in a trance. "I ... I say ..." "Yes?" Rarity asked with a smile, raising an eyebrow. "I say ... I say ..." Spike reached behind himself, pulling out a golf club which he then bludgeoned Rarity over the head, knocking her out and throwing her to the floor. "I say nice try. I'm not falling for that." Spike produced the item they had gotten for Rarity, a sewing needle, and got down and gently laid it onto Rarity's hand. He sat down on the box she had been sitting on just a second ago, and waited for her to wake up. He thought about going down and informing the others he had found and dispatched Rarity, but he figured it was more important for him to stay where he was and watch over Rarity to keep her from escaping. Besides, they would find him eventually, right? It took some waiting, but Rarity came to. She let out a groan, blinking as her eyes focused on the object in her hand. "What's this?" She blinked again. "A sewing needle ... yes, that's right, I like to sew, don't I, Spike? Making dresses ... for Ponyville and all my friends ..." Rarity gave a soft smile. Her breasts began to shrink. Spike would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed, but he smiled, happy she was back to normal at last. Much later in the day, everyone gathered around the Carousel Boutique to debrief on the situation and assess the state of things. "Well, as far as I can tell, it looks like everything is back to normal." Luna said. "Myself included." "Yes," Celestia said, "it's a good thing we were able to stop the spread before it made its way out of the camp." "All's well that end's well, right?" Twilight said. "There's a lesson in here somewhere for us in all of this." Spike said. "I'm not sure what it could possibly be, but it's in there somewhere." "Trust in your friends?" Twilight suggested. "If someone's acting strange suddenly, it's always worth investigating?" Scootaloo suggested. "Don't keep your enchanted magical artifacts in the same kind of box you use for shipping packages." Luna said. There was another pause. Every murmured in agreement. "Yup, yeah, yup." "Well, if no has any need of our further assistance ..." Luna said. "My sister and I will be returning home. Hopefully this time, we will be able to take and store Bezan's cursed artifacts in a more secure and obvious container." Luna glared at Celestia, who blushed before they both left. "Apple Bloom?" Diamond Tiara said. "Yes, Diamond Tiara?" "I ... just wanted ..." Diamond Tiara's mouth stopped moving, as if it had quit working. "We just wanted to thank you for everything you've done." Silver Spoon said. "Thank for bringing my friend back to me." "Heh. No problem. It's what we Apples do. See y'all around." Apple Bloom and her friends left, as did Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo. The girls waved goodbye to each other, Twilight, Fluttershy, Dash, Pinkie, and Applejack all leaving. "Bye!" Pinkie cartwheeled away. "Later." Dash saluted. "Goodnight." Fluttershy held Angel close to her chest, who nuzzled her. "Bye-bye now!" Applejack waved. "Goodnight. Come on, Spike." Twilight tapped Spike’s shoulder. "Actually, Twilight ..." Rarity moved and grabbed Spike's wrist, keeping him from joining Twilight. "Is it alright if I have Spike stay here with me for a little while? I want to talk to him about everything that's happened today." "Sure." Twilight said. "Just as long you don't have sex with him, haha!" Twilight pointed her fingers and winked. "Haha, no, of course not!" Rarity said, waving Twilight off. When she was out of sight, Rarity dragged Spike into the Boutique, throwing her in. "Whoa!" Spike exclaimed, stumbling and getting his balance. "Rarity, I thought you just said you wanted to talk!? Why do we have to go in here to do that?" "Because," Rarity replied, pulling down the curtains on one of her windows, "I just told Twilight Sparkle a baldfaced lie. I'm very appreciative of the fact you saved from being a ditzy bimbo for the rest of my life, Spike, and I want to reward you for a job well done ..." Rarity approached Spike and put her hands on his shoulder. "And this reward is going to take the form of some bimbo-free, regular, normal sex. It might be a bit much, but I'm in a generous mood today." "Oh-oh really?" Spike asked, blushing while sweat ran down his face. "Not-not that I wouldn't be all for that, but are you sure there's no ... bimbo-ness involved?" "Yes." Rarity cupped Spike's cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm sure. This is my own decision, Spike." Spike looked over her shoulders. "Hey, is that Sunset Shimmer?" Despite suspecting him of trying to distract Rarity looked over to the window and saw Sunset walking by with her arms wrapped around Snips and Snails. Rarity opened the window. "Sunset Shimmer, darling? Why, whatever are you doing with Snips and Snails? Aren't they a little ... crude for your tastes?" "Oh, nothing much." Sunset Shimmer said. "I wanted to go home, but I was hit with a sudden urge to take my little boy toys with me." Sunset pinched and rubbed their cheeks. Snips and Snails blushed, chuckled, and smiled. Sunset walked off, her boys with her. "Now why would a smart, beautiful girl like Sunset Shimmer settle for dimwits like Snips and Snails?" Spike asked. Rarity blushed and closed the window. "Okay, so maybe there's a little bimbo-ness left over." Rarity said, pinching her finger and thumb. She grabbed Spike by the wrist and dragged him up the stairs to her room. "But are you really going to complain?" "You know what? ... I think I won't, for now. But we're seeing Twilight first thing in the morning." "Fine. Whatever." Rarity threw Spike onto her bed, then crawled on top of him, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss as they got ready to make sweet love through the night. Author's Note If you're familiar with G1 My Little Pony, you would know that in a more ... mature setting, bimbofiying magical artifacts are exactly right up Bezam's kind of trick.
Play Ball!Princess Luna roamed the hallways of the castle. It was early in the morning: Celestia had just brought the sunrise, and she was looking forward to taking a nap. Entering a side hallway, Luna let out a yawn. Her eyes snapped open mid-yawn and drifted towards a storage room at the end of the hall. The door was open, and if she peeked inside a little, she could see a mess leading inside the room. “Oh, tell me that's not the room I think it is,” Luna said to herself. She zipped towards the room and pushed the door open, horrified at what she saw. Basketballs, soccer balls, and other sports equipment was spread across the floor. Luna grimaced, putting her hands on her head. “No, no, no!” “Luna?” Celestia joined Luna in the hallway. “Is everything alright?” “No, sister. Everything is not alright.” Luna gestured to the floor. “Look! Someone has been in this room!” “Oh dear,” Celestia said. “I'll get the gloves.” “Princesses?” A guard joined them. “What are you two both doing out here?” “Oh, nothing,” Celestia said. “Just cleaning up someone's mess. Someone left all these items lying out here.” “Oh. I'll help you clean that up.” The Guard bent down to pick one of the objects up, but Luna stopped him. “No. You mustn't touch them,” Luna said. “Uh, okay.” The Guard scratched his head, observing the box. “Hey, wasn't there another box in here?” “Yes.” Luna cupped her chin. “Yes, there was. What happened to it?” “We must find this box before anything … unsavory happens.” The Guard's eyes widened. “I, uh, think I know.” “You do?” The Princesses asked him in unison. “Princess Celestia, you wanted us to send a package to Twilight Sparkle and her friends this morning, right?” “Yes?” “Well … we may have put that package inside a cardboard box.” “What are you saying, Guardsman?” “Well … the cardboard box may have looked identical to the two in here, and it's possible that there may have been a mix-up.” “But that means ...” Luna said. “I know!” Celestia exclaimed. “Twilight Sparkle didn't get her assignment!” “More importantly than that, sister. Twilight Sparkle may have … we must get to Ponyville at once!” “Let's hope it's not too late to undo the damage ...” Celestia said, and they took off. ()()()() Spike was snoring and snoozing happily in his bed, dreaming of Rarity, and being a handsome knight in shining armor riding a majestic steed out to rescue his love, after which he would take her to his castle made out of ice cream … he would invite her in, they would have a few drinks, one of them or the other would have a small lapse in judgment, allowing their relationship to blossom … And the whole thing was interrupted by the sound of something pounding inside the library. It was happening on and off the entire morning, pestering Spike and interrupting his dreams. “Ugh!” Spike groaned, sitting upright in bed. He put his hands over his ears, trying to block out the noise. “What is going on down there?” Spike went down the stairs. His eyes widened at what he saw. Twilight Sparkle was running around the room, dribbling a basketball. She was wearing a revealing basketball playing outfit which Spike knew couldn't be regulation, with a space between the shirt and the skirt exposing her midsection, and a hole cut into the shirt to show off her cleavage. Although Spike didn't want to comment on it, he would say it had grown almost three sizes overnight, from flat-chested to the size of grapefruits. On top of all that, said cleavage was swinging from side-to-side, somewhat distracting Spike. “Twilight?” Spike asked. “What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?” “Out of the way, Spike!” Twilight bounced the ball on the hard floor. “I'm about to make a shot, and I don't want anything getting in the way of it.” Twilight took the ball into both hands and stuck her tongue as she aimed the ball at a basketball hoop which had been installed into the wall of the library. Twilight tossed the ball, getting a perfect shot as it went straight through the net to the floor. “Yes!” Twilight raised her fists in the air. “Perfect shot! Now, you needed something, Spike?” “Uh … not that I'm not glad you're getting some exercise, but are you feeling okay?” Spike asked. “You normally hate people throwing anything around in the library, and ... well ... installing a basketball hoop inside it doesn't seem like something you would do. No offense.” “I don't know what you're talking about, Spike.” Twilight walked over the ball and picked it up. “I feel fine. I feel good. I feel … jiggly.” “What?” “Nothing. I just meant … I feel bouncy! Happy. Like I could jump for joy.” “Uh, okay,” Spike said. “If you're sure you're feeling well ...” “I'm fine, Spike. Really.” “I'm, uh …” Spike started thinking about excuses he could use to leave. “I'm gonna go see Rarity, okay?” “Okay.” Twilight bounced the basketball against the floor again. Spike watched her with some concern, and made his way out the door. “Not jiggly enough.” Twilight said to herself once Spike had left. She held the ball up and put one hand on it, squeezing it tight. The ball was enveloped in a green aura of magic, which rose up and flew into Twilight's breasts. The green aura made them grow and enlarge, stretching out the fabric of her basketball outfit. “Oooooh …” Twilight moaned, enjoying the growth. When it had finished and the aura stopped, she looked down fondly at her enhanced boobs. “Now that's more like it!” Twilight twisted back and forth, reveling in the jiggly feeling as her huge boobs swung from side-to-side. “The boys will be sure to love me now!” Spike let himself inside Rarity's boutique. “Rarity, something's happened to Twilight. She's wearing a basketball uniform and playing with a basketball and acting really weird and I don't know what to do!” Spike exclaimed, but once Rarity came into view, his jaw dropped. “Not you too!” “Give me a 'B'!” Rarity said, raising a pom-pom into the air. Whatever had happened to Twilight had affected Rarity too, as she was wearing a cheerleader costume which exposed her midsection as well, a short skirt, and her boobs had been enhanced to enormous, comical proportions, nearly the size of volleyballs. “Give me an ‘I’!” Rarity cheered, striking a pose and doing a split. “Rarity, what happened to you?” Rarity looked at him. “I don't know what you're referring to, Spike. I’m great! Give me an “M”! … Spike? I said, 'give me an “M”'! Spike?” Rarity looked to see Spike had gone. Spike closed the door to the Boutique. First Twilight, now Rarity … what is going on here? It was a good bet that whatever it was that had gotten Twilight and Rarity had gotten to the rest of their friends, too. Spike found himself in luck as someone who could maybe help came by. “Snips! Snails!” Granted, Snips and Snails weren’t the best people in Ponyville to turn to for help, but Spike wanted help and he was going to take it the first chance he got. “I'm glad you're here! I need your help.” Snips and Snails looked at each other. “And, eh, what exactly kind of 'help' do you want?” Snails asked, scratching his head. “Something's happened to Twilight Sparkle and Rarity. They're acting all … weird!” “Weird how?” Snails asked. “Yeah. How?” Snips repeated. “Like, I don't know … they're all … flashy and … busty! Twilight isn't supposed to be that busty! Although, truthfully, I don't think I'd mind if Rarity stayed like that.” Spike shook his head. “Never mind. The point is, I need you to help me figure out what's going on.” “Eh, I don't know,” Snips said. “Our time is valuable, and we're very busy.” “We are?” Snails said, causing Snips to elbow him. “I mean, we are very busy.” "Are you?" Spike asked, a bit doubtful that anything Snips and Snails were doing could be so important. "Look, you two are the first people I've seen all day who are still acting normal, so I need your help." Spike looked back at the Carousel Boutique. "Come on, look!" Snips and Snails pondered on it for about a minute before coming over to see what was up. They pressed their faces to the glass and were awed by the sight of Rarity, shaking her pom-poms and her breasts around. It was a glorious, jiggly sight most males could only dream of seeing. "Oh, wow ..." Snips crooned. "She looks awesome! Why wouldn't you want her to stay like that, Spike?" Spike gave them a glare. "Uh ... I mean, someone has obviously been altering her body and it's our moral obligation to put a stop to it?" Snips tried to save face. Spike nodded, approving of his attempt. "Now come on." Spike said. "We should go find the other girls and see if anyone else has been affected ..." "Okay!" Snails broke into a march as Spike walked off. Snips crossed his arms. "Hey, who made you the boss, eh? We’re the brains of this operation!" He gestured to Snails and himself. Spike glared daggers at him, and Snips understood if kept being defiant like this, Spike was going to knock him into the ground. When Rarity gets threatened, Spike is there for her, and he wasn't about to let Snips get in the way of that. "Eh-heh. Alright, I'm coming …” Asking around, Spike and the boys got a lucky tip from someone who said they had seen Fluttershy go into the direction of the golf course. Considering what happened to Rarity and Twilight, Spike knew Fluttershy going into a golf course didn't bode well. "I didn't even know Ponyville had a golf course!" Snips exclaimed as they arrived. "Well, it is kinda of a quiet sport, isn't it?" Snails said. "I'm not sure I'd call 'golf' a sport." Snips said. Snob. "Quiet, both of you," Spike told them. He put this hand to his forehead to keep the sun out of his eyes and searched around the field. "Do either of you see Fluttershy?" "I see her!" Snails said. "Over there!" He pointed at a hill, where there was a pink-haired woman in skintight clothing raising up a seven-iron and hitting a golf ball with it. Spike went up to meet her, Snips and Snails following behind him. "Fluttershy?" Fluttershy turned around at the mention of her name. Spike knew what to expect, given what happened to Twilight and Rarity, but he still wasn't prepared for the odd, jarring effect of seeing Fluttershy of all people turned into a curvaceous knockout. She was wearing typical golfer's outfit: a beige tee, beige pants which exposed her ankles, a cap, and a belt with a prominent buckle. It was all normal enough clothing, but what made it look bizarre on Fluttershy was the sudden development of her figure. Her bust was three times the size it was the last time Spike saw her, her stomach-to-chest ratio was way off, giving her an hourglass figure and making her look thin, and her thighs were pushing out from the sides, having grown to the size of tires on a golf cart. Spike would say her thighs and her butt got even more growth than her bust. All of this was complimented by the golf clothing on her being one size too tight, hugging her body, the articles of clothing eager to show off Fluttershy's curves. "Hello, Spike," Fluttershy said. "Can I help you with something?" She gave him a half-lidded look that seemed to say, ”Flirt with me.” "Uh ..." Spike shook his head as he overcame the shock of seeing Fluttershy like this. "Howdy, Fluttershy! Are you ... are you feeling alright?" Spike rubbed the back of his neck. He knew what the answer was going to be, but he wanted to ask anyway, just to be sure. There's a chance she might realize she's not alright, or maybe she would say something different. Who knows? "I'm not sure what you're referring to, Spike." Fluttershy said. "I feel fine. Better than fine. After all, a good golfer's got keep herself in good shape, right? Now if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have a hole to make ..." Fluttershy turned away from them and raised up her club. Spike couldn't help but notice there was something suggestive about the way she held it, her fingers drumming up and down the leather-covered base of the handle, held in her tender touch. Fluttershy proceeded to take position, bending over and letting the boys get a good peek at her rear. Spike didn't know much about golf, but he knew the players didn't have to bend that much to make a play. Snips and Snails giggled, pleased with the view. Fluttershy swung the bat, hitting the golf ball and sending it flying. She put a gloved hand to her head to watch where it went. "See something you like, boys?" She teased them without ever looking back at them. "Uh ..." Realizing Fluttershy knew where they were looking made Snips and Snails embarrassed. They blushed and began to back away. Fluttershy giggled. "It's alright. I don't mind." She walked to where the golf ball landed, twirling the club in her hand and moving with a swaying strut which caused her thighs and butt to go up on one side and down on the other as she walked. It was hypnotic. "It's like a pendulum ..." Snails said. "Yeah, alright. That's enough. I know she's pretty, but we can't stand here looking at her all day." Spike said. "We know where she is now. We need to go find the others." Spike led them out from the golf course, though Snails glanced over his shoulder for another look before they left. After exiting the golf course, Spike began to rack his brain. He paced around, rubbing his chin as he tried to think of where to go next. They had asked around and got lucky with Fluttershy, but where would the other girls be? They were all into sports, so ... "Ah-ha!" Spike announced. "I got it!" "Uh, why are we here again?" Snips asked as Spike led them to an outdoor area with multiple playing fields in close proximity to each other for convenience. There were, among other things, a tennis field and soccer field. "Because," Spike answered, "if all the girls are obsessed with sports, then they'll want to go somewhere to play sports. And there's plenty of different sports here, so it's likely that they'll come here if they want to play!" Spike looked around. "Look! There they are now!" Snips and Snails turned to see a game of soccer being played on the appropriate field. The one, lone female player in the entire game was Applejack, recognizable by her blonde braid waving as she ran around. She had been changed like the other girls, though her changes were more in the lower body. Her thighs and butt were much thicker and bigger than any of the other affected girls—even bigger than Fluttershy's—and her muscular legs looked like they had been stretched out and extended. As the players kicked the soccer ball back and forth, sometimes stealing it from opposing players, sometimes kicking it to their teammates, Spike noticed how the rest of the players often got distracted with watching Applejack run before getting their heads back into the game. Applejack breathed in and out, working up a sweat. Seeing an opportunity, she dropped to the ground, sliding across the grass and kicking the ball, sending it straight past the goalie of the opposing team. The motion offered to any interested a good view of her thighs from the side. "Alright, guys. That's it, Applejack's team wins the game. Why don't we take five?" There were mutterings of agreement, and the players broke off and went in separate directions. Applejack lingered on the field, going over and picking up the soccer ball before noticing Spike. "Well, howdy, Spike!" Applejack approached them, holding the ball in her arm. "What are y'all doing here?" "Uh, looking for you, actually." Spike looked over her shoulder, trying to find signs of the other girls. "Say, Pinkie Pie wouldn't happen to be around here, would she?" "Pinkie Pie?" Applejack said. "I'll take ya to her. Say, why are you hanging out with Snips and Snails? Ah didn't think y'all got along ..." "Oh." Spike shrugged and looked at Snips and Snails. "No reason! Hey, why don't we go see Pinkie Pie?" He spoke quickly, trying to change the subject. Applejack nodded. Applejack brought them over the tennis court, and they arrived, much like Spike did with Applejack, right as a game was finishing. Pinkie Pie, clad in a blue outfit with a short skirt and exposed midriff, and tight shirt which hugged her enhanced breasts, jumped into the air and hit the tennis ball back at her opponent, bouncing it along the ground. Pinkie's breasts wobbled like jello pudding in her shirt, Spike noted. With all the jumping and running around it involved, tennis would have given Pinkie plenty of opportunities to make her new, huge boobs bounce around. "Pinkie!" Applejack waved, getting her attention. "Git over here! Spike wants to see ya!" "Hmm?" Pinkie Pie turned around, curious. "Oh, hi, Spike! Why are you here?" Pinkie laid her tennis racket over her shoulder and gave Spike a half-lidded look. "Come to flirt with me, I hope?" Spike chuckled nervously while Snips and Snails silently fumed over all the attention Spike was getting. What were they, chopped liver? "No, no, I just ... wanted to see how everyone was doing," Spike said, which was pretty much the truth, only leaving out the "seeing how they've been affected by whatever is causing them to turn into voluptuous sportswomen" bit. "Mmm. Okay." Pinkie was clearly disappointed by Spike's lack of interest in her, but she tried to be a good sport and hide it. She went over and sat on a bench, taking the time to examine the strings of her racket and make sure they were in good condition. "Excellent." Spike said to himself, making a fist. "Now we just need to find ... Rainbow Dash?" Spike questioned. "Give us a "T"!" Rainbow Dash announced, walking onto the field side-by-side with Rarity. Rainbow Dash's transformation was similar to Rarity's; a busty cheerleader wearing a dark blue outfit with yellow accents. "Give us an "E"!" Rarity said, sticking out one arm into the air and kicking her leg out. "Give us a double-N!" Rainbow Dash shouted. She and Rarity posed in the shape of an N, standing next to each other and stretching their arms out an angle to serve as the slanted line. "Give us an I!" Rarity stretched her arms together, posing as the I. "Give us an S!" Rainbow Dash stood on one leg, holding her other leg behind with her arm bent to serve as the curves of the S. "What's that spell? TENNIS!" The both of them shouted. Applejack chuckled. "I hate to break it to ya, girls, but Pinkie Pie just finished her last tennis round about three minutes ago." "Really?" Rainbow Dash said. "Come on! We're never gonna get to practice our awesome cheers at this rate." Rainbow Dash cupped her chin. "Oh, hey, Spike." "Now, now, darling. Be patient." Rarity said. "I'm sure, sooner or later, we'll find someone to appreciate our talents." "Yeah, I guess." Rainbow Dash's eyes widened and she snapped her fingers. "Ooh, I have an idea on how to get us some fans!" She ran off and disappeared. "An idea?" Rarity asked with worry, watching Rainbow Dash flee. "Rainbow Dash, wherever are you running off to?" "Wait right there!" Rainbow Dash instructed, running off. She soon returned with a bucket of water. "What's that for?" "Trust me, this idea is gonna get us a ton of fans," Rainbow Dash said. "Now stand still." Rainbow Dash tossed the bucket of water onto Rarity, splashing her with it and getting her body dripping wet. "Oh!" Rarity moaned. "Look at what you did, Rainbow Dash! You've gotten me all ..." Rarity looked down at her chest. Letting out a squeal, she grabbed her soaked cheerleader shirt. "Ooh, this is quite nice." She enjoyed the view of her own cleavage. The water had soaked her cheerleader shirt. Combined with the dark purple color, the sopping shirt clung nicely to Rarity's cleavage, its weakened fabric and fibers exposing her breasts, leaving them almost nude and leaving very little to the imagination. Spike had never realized he wanted to see Rarity with an enhanced bosom in a soaking-wet cheerleader outfit before now. But now that he had seen it, he realized how much he wanted it. The wet cloth showing off her assets was almost too much for him to stand. It was made even worse as Rarity began to move around, her soaked boobs jiggling from side to side. It took what little resistance Spike had left for him not do something embarrassing, like get on his knees and scream for Rarity to have sex with him to relieve the pressure of his mounting arousal. The other males around the sports field didn't fare much better. Upon the sight of it, several of them got up and made excuses for leaving. "Uh ... I need to go find my girlfriend," one of them said. "I, uh, think I hear my laundry calling me..." said another. "Oh, yes," Rarity moaned, wrapping her arms around her breasts. "That's a nice breeze ... a bit cold, though..." Rarity noticed Spike. "Spike? Are you alright, darling?" "Uh, yeah, fine!" Spike lied, his fingers tensing as he tried not to do anything too embarrassing. Noticing the sweat Snips and Snails had broken out into, Spike began to walk sideways. "We should go ..." "Alright," Rarity said with a smile. "Suit yourselves." She proceeded to enjoy herself, continuing to swing her huge breasts from side to side while Spike and his companions ran out of there as fast as they could. "Okay." Spike said. He sat on a bench with Snips and Snails, having bought some iced lemonade for three of them to drink while they tried to cool down. "Okay, so that didn't go so well." He stood up and began walking around. "It doesn't mean we should give up, though. We have to keep trying. For Rarity. And Twilight! We need a plan..." Spike paced back and forth, rubbing a finger to his chin. "Uh... I don't know about you, Snails, but I'm not really feeling the whole ‘Heroic savior’ thing Spike has going on there. How about you?" "Does it mean we get to look at the pretty ladies?" Snails asked. "Hmm. Fair point," Snips said. He raised his head up at as Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle passed, chatting and giggling to themselves. "Can you believe it? They're really making a camp called that?" Apple Bloom said. "That's not what you call a camp. You call a camp something like "Camp Snow" or "Camp Iron Bell" or something," Sweetie Belle said. "Yeah. I bet this all part of some sort of elaborate prank by Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo said, with sureness. Spike heard Rainbow Dash's name and stopped pacing. He chased after the girls. "Uh, excuse me, girls, but did I hear you mention Rainbow Dash?" "Yeah, why?" Scootaloo asked. "Have you been looking for her?" "Uh, well, not exactly ..." Spike said. "But do you know where I can find her?" "Yeah. She's in the Whitetail Woods." Scootaloo pointed in the direction of the Woods. "She and Twilight Sparkle and the others are setting up..." Scootaloo began to crack up and laugh. "Get this ... a camp ... and they're calling it "Camp Bimbo!"" Scootaloo burst into laughter, placing a hand over her eyes. "Can you believe it?" "Unfortunately, yes, I can ..." Spike muttered. "So," Sweetie Belle said. "What's going on, Spike?" "Uh, well ..." Spike rubbed his fingers together. "He's trying to find Rainbow Dash and the others because they've all been-" Snails spoke up, only to be interrupted by an elbow from Spike to the stomach. "Yeah, so it's up to us to-" Snips found himself similarly reprimanded. "Can I talk to you two for a minute?" Spike wore a wide, forced smile as he grabbed Snips and Snails by the ears and dragged them away. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle exchanged looks and shrugged. "What are you two doing?" Spike growled, getting Snips and Snails into a huddle. "We can't tell them what's going on!" "Uh, why not?" Snails asked. "Think about it!" Spike said. "Rarity and Twilight were just fine and normal last night, before something happened. And we know it affects girls. How do we know whatever it is isn't affecting them, and they're just not showing it yet?" "Well, how do we know we're not being affected and just not showing it yet?" Snails asked. The boy may be slow, but sometimes he raises a good point. Spike mulled over this. "You're right. Okay, break up!" Spike, Snips, and Snails broke their huddle and went back over to the girls. "Okay," Spike said. "You see, girls, the thing is ... something's been messing with Twilight and her friends' heads. They've all turned ... shapely and attractive and they're obsessed with playing sports! Rarity and Rainbow Dash are cheerleaders, Applejack's playing soccer, and Fluttershy has never liked golf before! That's why we need to be able to keep track of where they are. So we can figure out what's going and help them snap out of it!" The three girls stared at them for a bit before bursting out into laughter. "That-that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Scootaloo said between breaths. "Rainbow Dash, a cheerleader? Get real!" "Yeah!" Sweetie Belle said. "Twilight Sparkle, the quiet librarian, playing sports?" "Or even better, Fluttershy? Fluttershy would squeal and duck for cover if a golf ball rolled up to her ankle!" Apple Bloom said. "Forget all that! I remember a time when Rainbow Dash told me she'd rather drop dead before she became a cheerleader!" Scootaloo added. Spike was distraught and unsure what to do. How he could convince them that what he was telling them was true, and that the problem at hand was serious? Before he could figure it out, an unwelcome voice joined them. "Well, well, well!" Diamond Tiara appeared and walked up to them. "Figures I would bump into you losers!" "Hey, Diamond Tiara," Apple Bloom said, having grown indifferent to Diamond Tiara's teasing. "Where's Silver Spoon?" "Silver Spoon couldn't be here today." Diamond Tiara said, with just a note of bitterness. "Just as well. I wouldn't want her being exposed to you losers and your ... loser ... iness!" "All right, that does it!" Scootaloo stepped forward and prepared to sock Diamond Tiara. But much like Applejack did in the past with Rainbow Dash, Apple Bloom grabbed Scootaloo and pulled her back, shaking her head. "Hmph." "Hi, girls!" Miss Cheerilee appeared and joined them. "And you too, Snips and Snails. Goodness, I've never seen so many of my former students in one place! What are you all doing out here?" "Oh, we were just telling Spike about..." Scootaloo snickered. "Camp Bimbo." "Camp... Bimbo?" Cheerilee asked. "That's... a terrible name for a camp." "Yeah. Rainbow Dash is working on it with her friends." Cheerilee, utterly confused, scratched her head. "Rainbow Dash? I thought she and her friends were responsible adults... do they know what ‘bimbo’ means? .... Oh, I bet this is all a setup for one big joke." "That's what I said!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "You know what I think?" Apple Bloom said. "I think Diamond Tiara should go to Camp Bimbo." Both Diamond Tiara and Cheerilee disapproved of the idea, but for entirely different reasons, as Cheerilee blushed while Diamond Tiara got angry. Cheerilee, after all, knew the meaning of the word, but it didn't appear the rest of any of them did. "What makes you say that, huh?" Diamond Tiara asked. "Oh, nothing. Mostly the fact y'all would never make it because ya can't listen to any voice other than your own." Apple Bloom crossed her arms. "Why, I'd bet you've never been to a camp in your life." "I haven't!" Diamond Tiara said. "But I could! I could totally make it there!" "I bet you wouldn't last a day," Apple Bloom said, leaning forward. Diamond Tiara leaned forward, pressing her head against Apple Bloom's. "Is that a challenge?" "What if it is?" "Fine!" Diamond Tiara withdrew from Apple Bloom. "But on one condition; you have to attend, too!" She pointed at them. "Deal." Apple Bloom offered Diamond Tiara her hand and they shook on it. Cheerilee watched all of this with a grimace. "Oh my... I'd better go with you, just to make sure you don't do something you both regret." "This way." Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle led Diamond Tiara to the location of the camp. Cheerilee followed. "We should follow them," Spike said. "Yeah, okay, just let me finish this." Snips took another sip of his lemonade before the empty cup into a nearby garbage can. He missed, and the cup fell onto the ground. "Eh. Someone will pick it up." The boys followed the girls into the forest. Making their way through the foliage, Scootaloo pushed aside a bush to reveal a smattering of wood buildings fit for a summer camp. There were a few huts, a swimming pool, and a basketball court already installed. Construction workers marched across the camp, carrying logs to aid in the construction of buildings. One such worker was hammering nails into a building when Rarity approached him and wrapped her hand around his shoulder. "Oh. Uh, hello, Miss Rarity," The worker said with a smile. "What can I do for you?" "I just wanted to say thank you, and to let you know we all truly appreciate you doing all this work for us." "What can I say?" The worker blushed. "Anything to help a pretty lady like yourself ..." Rarity giggled. "Oh, you!" It didn't take much for Spike to figure out Rarity and the others had charmed and seduced these workers into building this camp for them. Probably sweet-talked them with innocent-sounding words while offering them generous views of their assets ... "Oh, hello, darlings!" Spike mentally cursed when Rarity noticed them. "What are you doing here?" "We were, eh-heh, well, we saw your camp and... we were wondering if you would let us enroll into your little camp thingy you've going on?" Apple Bloom said, giving Diamond Tiara a competitive glare. Diamond Tiara crossed her arms and huffed. "And me, too," Cheerilee raised her hand. She looked down at Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara. "Mostly so I can make sure these two don't hurt themselves..." "Why, of course, darling," Rarity said. "Here at Camp Bimbo, we welcome all those who wish to join us." Rarity's words appeared friendly enough, but Spike, having seen what was going on, thought they sounded sinister. Let me go get some papers..." Rarity began to walk away before flicking her gaze to the corner of her eye. "Oh, and the boys can join too if they want, of course." Cheerilee examined the camp and scratched her chin. "You know, this seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to for a prank..." As Rarity walked away, Spike gulped and turned to consult with his temporary allies in the form of Snips and Snails. "Well, guys..." Spike said. "I guess if we want to get to the bottom of this, we're going to have to enroll..." Spike gulped again and turned back around to look at the buildings, "...at Camp Bimbo."
CPR: Breathe In, Breathe OutAfter getting everyone to sign their name on a roster, Rarity began divvying up the group into cabins. “Okay, so ...” Rarity stood in the center of the camp and directed her hands at various buildings. “Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom, you'll be in Cabin 5. Cheerilee, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, you'll be in Cabin 4. Spike, Snips, and Snails, being the only males we have so far, you'll be bunked together, in Cabin 3. Sound fair?” “Yeah, yeah,” Spike said absently, to appease her. “Sounds good to me!” Snips said, wrapping an arm around Spike and being, in Spike's opinion, somewhat too friendly. “I don't see any problem with that. Except ...” Cheerilee tapped a finger to her cheek. “Are you sure putting Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom in the same cabin is a good idea?” “Oh, pft.” Rarity waved her hand. “Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara will behave. Won't you, girls?” Rarity turned to them with her hands together. “Won't you?” Her tone was somewhat more menacing the second time she asked. “I'll behave as long as she behaves,” Apple Bloom replied, crossing her arms. “Likewise!” Diamond Tiara turned away from the group. “Excellent!” Rarity clapped her hands. “Why don't you all go to your rooms and get settled in? Let me know if there's anything missing from your ... accommodations.” Rarity's eyelids fluttered a few times, as if they were on a constant “Flirt” setting, which she couldn't turn off even if she wanted to. “I'll be acting as the head of the camp. Remember, behave, have fun, be nice, and don't shy away from sex with your bedmates!” Rarity waved her hand at them she retreated into a building which was larger than the others. Spike guessed it was where Rarity and her friends would be staying and working. “She-she's joking about that last part, right?” Cheerilee asked. “I hope so ... “ Spike muttered under his breath. The group split off into different directions, each of them going to their assigned cabins. Once in his cabin with Snips and Snails, Spike climbed onto the right side top bunk and laid down. Snips and Snails went to claim their bunks as well, lying down with their hands supporting their heads. Spike rolled over on his bed. “You guys noticed it too, right? It's not just me?” “What do you mean, Spike?” Snips asked. “It's Rarity. She's acting ... different, and she won't even admit it!” Spike lay back down on his bed. “It's really bothering me.” “Well, if this how she wants to live her life now, who are we to judge? Who knows, maybe she's happier this way?” Snips said. “Yeah, maybe ...” Spike said. He rolled around on the bed before getting up and climbing down, going to look out the window of the building. He put his hands on his hips as he watched the construction workers pack up for the day and go home. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Twilight Sparkle in the basketball court. She was merrily bouncing the basketball along the ground, practicing with it and shooting scores into the hoop. “I'm gonna go talk to Twilight, and see if I can talk some sense into her,” Spike said. “See you later, guys.” Spike walked out the door. Snips and Snails raised their heads up from their beds, watching Spike leave. “Should we, like, go follow him?” asked Snails. “Eh, sure,” Snips snipped. “Couldn't hurt, could it?” Spike walked up to the side of the court where Twilight Sparkle was dribbling a basketball. When she noticed him, she smiled and waved with one hand while still bouncing the ball in the other. "Hi, Spike! What's going on?" "Oh, nothing." Spike kicked at the ground bashfully. "It's just ... I wanted to talk to you. Are you sure you're feeling okay? I mean, are you really sure? This isn't like you ... you're not usually so ... sporty." Twilight stopped bouncing the ball and held it in her hands. She groaned. "Ugh! Spike, we've been over this. I feel fine! I'm okay, and I'm ..." Twilight ran her head over her forehead, exasperated. “I'm happy with the way I am right now. It's my choice. If you don't like it, fine, but don't go and try to get me to change because of it, okay?" Spike nodded. "Okay ..." "I feel fine, Spike. Really." Twilight assured him. Yet for some reason, he didn't believe her. Perhaps it had something to do with her huge breasts and her simplified vocabulary - Twilight was always one to show off her extensive knowledge of language, but since getting up this morning, Spike hadn't heard her use any word with more than four syllables in it. "Hey, guys!" Snips and Snails entered the conversation. "What's up?" "Not much. How about you?" Twilight asked, putting a hand at her hip. Her curvy, curvy hip ... "Could I talk to you guys for a second?" Spike grabbed Snails by the arm and pulled him away some distance. "What are you two doing here?" "We thought we'd come and talk with you and Twilight," Snails said. "You know, make sure things didn't get out of hand?" "There are no two people in the universe that I would trust less than you two to make sure things didn't get ‘Out of hand!’" Spike railed. "Oh, hey!" Twilight exclaimed. She spun the basketball on her finger. "Since you're all here, we can play!" Spike looked to Twilight and gulped, breaking into a nervous sweat. Given what he'd seen of Rarity's behavior, the idea of "play" made him nervous. "P-play? What do you mean by play?" "I just meant a game of ball. You know, pick-up basketball." Twilight held the basketball for him to see. "... Why? What were you thinking?" She took the ball aside and asked, sounding cautious, but hopeful this conversion would lead somewhere. Preferably somewhere which ended with Spike, Snips and Snails admiring her big, jiggly boobs. "Nothing!" Spike squeaked out. "Okay." Twilight was willing to let the matter drop quickly, which came as a relief to Spike. "Spike, you can be on my team, and Snips, Snails, you can be the opposing team. Best three out of five?" "Sounds good to us," Snips said, speaking for both of them. He and Snails took aggressive postures and made their way onto the court. Spike, with some reservation, joined them as well. Snips and Snails growled and snorted, eager to prove their worth and determination. They would win this game and prove they were real men and worthy of attention from both their peers and girls. A basketball game against Twilight Sparkle, a librarian famous for being a hero of Equestria? It would be easy, and also earn them all kinds of respect from people in bars and the company Snips and Snails usually hung out with. Twilight proceeded to whoop their butts. Not only did her team score three times in a row against them, with Snips and Snails being little more than moving lampposts to her, but every score her team made was made by her - Spike had nothing to do with it. Despite more-or-less winning the game after these shots, Twilight proved rather competitive, insistent on finishing the game to the last hoop. Bouncing the ball against the ground, Twilight advanced towards the hoop, meaning to go for a slam dunk. Snails tried valiantly to intercept and stand in her way, moving to block her path. Twilight smirked and continued to bounce the ball on the ground. She jumped from side-to-side, keeping the basketball just out of Snails' reach. Snails tried to stay focused on her, but his eyes were drawn to Twilight's cleavage. The way she moved, the way she jumped ... it made her breasts swing from side to side in hypnotic, pendulum-like motions. Snails was too enthralled with her cleavage bouncing to notice Twilight grin, grab the ball in both her hands and toss it way over his head, getting the ball into the net with such perfect accuracy it seemed almost impossible. Out of five shots, she hadn't missed once. "Game and match!" Twilight announced. "Come on, Snails!" Snips yelled. "Get your head in the game!" "I can't help it! Her boobs are really distracting!" Words could not describe how badly Spike wished he was not here right now, and not be a part of this conversation. Nor could they do justice to the burning blush on his cheeks. Twilight giggled, Snails' words causing her lips to curl into a smile. "Thank you, Snails." She went to go pick the ball back up. After she did, she turned to the three of them. "So, I heard what Snails said, but ..." Twilight asked, curling her hair with her finger. In contrast to the confident and self-assured version of herself she had been projecting earlier, she sounded bashful. "What do you guys think? Was my chest jiggly enough for you?" Spike spluttered and did a spit-take. "WHAT?!" Twilight didn't seem to pick up on Spike's bewilderment, affixing him with an odd glare like he didn't speak English. "My chest." She pointed to the chest in question. "Did it jiggle enough for you boys during the game? I like to show off and jiggle while playing basketball ... you know, for my fans," Twilight said, smiling nervously. "At least, I hope to have fans. Lots of them. Lots of fans cheering for me under the lights as I make that ultimate play for the game, and enamored with my boobs ..." She closed her eyes and blushed, getting lost in her fantasy. "Uhhh ... uhhh ..." Spike stuttered, unsure how to answer. "Uh, sure!" Snails said. "Mmmm," Snips drew out his reply, teasing Twilight with a vague answer. Twilight glared at them, not amused. "Well, if you three can't have uninin - a uninammi - uniamouse - a unanimous decision, then I guess they're not jiggly enough." Twilight proceeded to grab the base of her shirt and pull it off, revealing her cleavage, with her boobs being pushed together by a straining white brassiere that could barely contain them. Spike stammered and sputtered even more. He put his hands over his eyes, leaving a gap with his fingers so he could still focus on her while they talked. "WHAT are you doing?" Spike shouted, stunned. Snips and Snails, however, seemed far more receptive to it. Twilight gave him another odd look as if she thought him dense. "I was going to take the brassiere off ... You know, so my boobs could be free to jiggle more." Spike couldn't believe the situation he was in. "Fine. You can take the brassiere off. Just ... go do it somewhere else, okay?" "Alright." Twilight pulled her shirt back down. "Prude." She insulted him before walking off. When she was gone, Snips and Snails rounded on Spike. "Dude! What did you do that for? That was totally awesome!" "Oh, I'm sorry," Spike said. "I shouldn't have interrupted your show. Put yourself in my shoes, guys. I know!Why don't I go over to your mothers' houses and ask them to show me their breasts?" Snips and Snails went wide-eyed and blushed. "Yeah." Spike crossed his arms. "I thought that might get you two to shut up." There was some feedback as a loudspeaker began to turn on. Spike, Snips, and Snails covered their ears and winced. "Everyone to the main hall, please!" Rarity's ditzy voice said through the speakers. "We have a new visitor!" Spike, Snips, Snails and the others went into the large building. As Spike had guessed, it was where Rarity and the others were stationed. Spike expected to see the six of them present, but their new visitor was more of a surprise: Sunset Shimmer. “Hey, girls!” Sunset waved to Rarity and Rainbow Dash as she passed through the hall. “You're dressed, um, interestingly. What's up?” “Bounciness is up.” Fluttershy told her with a smile. Sunset made an awkward smile and clapped her hands. “I'll pretend I know what that means. So, what did you want me here for?” Twilight draped an arm around Sunset Shimmer. “We're trying to run this camp, see. A camp to train bimbos. We have plans to expand, so we're going to need more counselors. That's where you come in. We decided you would be a perfect counselor for this place.” Sunset's lips formed a squiggly line before she burst into laughter. “A– a – a camp for bimbos? You're joking, right? Right!? I've never heard of anything so ridiculous! And believe me: that's saying something.” Sunset stopped laughing to get a look at Rarity and Twilight's faces, which were both dead serious. “Alright.” Sunset wiped a tear from her eye, her voice still cracking up. “I can see you're committed to this joke. So, what do you ...” Sunset tried and failed to hold back laughter. “bimbos – ha ha ha! – need me to do?” Rarity was about to answer when she saw the rest of the camp coming in. “Oh, excellent, they're here! First things first, we need to introduce you to everyone!” Rarity cleared her throat while Fluttershy began to push Sunset towards the entrance. Sunset, still amused by this whole silly business, let herself be pushed in front of the crowd. “Hello, everyone!” Rarity waved, making sure to give her boobs a shake as she did so. “This is Sunset Shimmer.” “Hi,” Sunset Shimmer said, waving to the crowd. “She's visiting from out of town. We invited her in, and she has graciously agreed to be a new counselor here for us at Camp Bimbo.” Rarity did her best to ignore Sunset's snickering. “Isn't that right, Sunset?” “Yeah, sure.” Sunset was obviously having the time of her life with the name “Camp Bimbo”. She covered her eyes and resumed cracking up. “It's so ridiculous! That's such a ridiculous name!” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Anyways, Sunset will be joining us. And I want you to treat her well; no rude comments just because she's not from around here, understand?” Cheerilee and others nodded. Snips and Snails, in particular, seemed quite smitten with Sunset. Which made sense, Spike realized, given Sunset's history. Rarity dismissed the crowd, and most of them left. Not Spike, though. Spike stayed behind. He was going to keep an eye out for Sunset. She didn't seem to know what she was getting into. Thankfully for him, the rest of the girls turned their backs as soon as everyone had left, so they didn't see him. “Come along, Sunset.” Fluttershy put a hand on Sunset's shoulder. “Let's get you suited to your new role...” Sunset chuckled, still thinking it all a joke. “Alright.” Fluttershy and the other girls guided Sunset into another room on the right of the hall. Spike followed them, tiptoeing so he wouldn't be discovered. When the girls had crowded into the adjacent room, Spike peered his head around the door frame. “Alright, we're here,” Sunset said. “Now what?” “Here!” Twilight presented Sunset with a silver whistle, tied on a black string. “Blow into this.” Sunset, still amused, took the whistle. “Okay. I'll play along.” Spike wanted to scream and call out to stop her, but he knew that would mean discovery, and he didn't know what the girls would do if they caught him sneaking. If he were to guess, it would probably involve something like smothering his face with their breasts until he promised to behave. Sunset took in a deep breath and put the whistle to her lips, blowing into it with force. What followed was not something she nor Spike were expecting. Pink energy began to radiate out from the whistle. It rose up into the air like a steam vapor before crawling over to Sunset's direction. The energies wrapped around Sunset Shimmer's shoulders. Once close enough, it began to curl around and snake its way into her chest and absorb into her shirt. Her breasts began to grow in size, jiggling and bouncing as magical energy surged inside her breasts. Sunset moaned as her quaint cleavage was made to grow into two large orbs of flesh. “What ...” Sunset grew breathless, and her eyelids lowered. She leaned against the doorframe for support. “What's going on?” Though she felt drunk, Sunset seemed to be enjoying the feeling, closing her eyes and rubbing her breast with one hand as a blush appeared on her face. Fluttershy appeared to approach Sunset and seemingly comfort her, though her true purpose was to encourage the growth. “Doesn't it feel good, Sunset? Just relax it and enjoy it … doesn't it feel so good to … blow?” She massaged Sunset's right shoulder. "So good, right?" “Yes,” Sunset answered breathlessly, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the feedback from the whistle, not to mention the growth in her breasts. She held up the whistle, contemplating it. Fluttershy got behind Sunset and whispered into her ear. “Why don't you do it again?” Sunset needed no further coaxing. Eagerly, she blew into the whistle again. The pink magic appeared, trailing its way into Sunset's chest. Sunset moaned as its energy surged through her body. Her shirt began to rise and expose her belly, tearing in places as her boobs were enhanced into massive spheres. Fluttershy coddled up to Sunset, resting her chin on Sunset's shoulder while reaching her arms behind Sunset and wrapping her hands around Sunset's bust. “One more time ...” Fluttershy whispered into Sunset's ear. Sunset complied, blowing into the whistle once more. The magical energy poured from the whistle into her ever-increasing boobs, making them the size of cannonballs. This time, it also spread into her legs and her body, making her thighs and midsection thicker and wider, giving her a stocky and curvy figure so her back wouldn't snap under the strain of her enhanced breasts. Sunset let out a satisfied sigh, though the pleasure of her growth had left her rather weak-kneed. “Excellent,” Rarity said, reaching over and wrapping an arm around Sunset to support her. “Now, let's get into you something more fitting for your new role ...” The girls proceeded to carry Sunset Shimmer deeper into the room. “Okay!” Sunset said with a giggly voice. Giggling and smiling, she let Rarity lead her elsewhere. With the girls all going further into the room, Spike knew it was time to leave while he could. Abandoning all sense of stealth, he dashed out of the hall before they could return. Once he was clear of the building, Spike wiped the sweat off his brow. That had been a nerve-wracking experience. “At least now I have a clue about what happened to Twilight and Rarity and the rest,” Spike said to himself. “It must have been something similar to what Sunset had gone through.” Spike placed a hand on his chin in thought. He took a deep breath and set out to share this information with Snips and Snails, although he wasn't quite sure why he was bothering with them. "I don't know, Spike." Snips said as he, Snails, and Spike walked around the camp. "I mean, a magical whistle that makes breasts grow? Sounds a little ridiculous to me." "I'm telling you, I know what I saw," Spike said. "Laugh at me all you want, but I'm telling you, something's going on in this camp!" "Uh huh," Snips said. The three of them continued walking, Snips not expecting anything to happen except for more of Spike's conspiracy theories. So, imagine the surprise on their faces when they saw Sunset Shimmer lying by the pool on a chair, wearing sunglasses and a stunning, red one-piece swimsuit which covered her entire torso, save for her huge breasts which filled (and stretched) it out. The minute Rarity and Fluttershy took her into the main cabin, Spike knew something like this was going to happen. Snips and Snails, however, couldn't keep themselves from stammering. Sunset heard them approaching and rose up from her chair, taking her sunglasses off. “Hi there, boys.” “Hi, Sunset,” Snails said, stammering. “You look sexy.” This earned him a not-entirely-undeserved slap to the back of the head from Spike. “Ow!” Sunset Shimmer chuckled. “It's fine, Spike. You don't have to defend me.” Sunset tossed her legs off the side of the chair. She stretched out her arm and admired. “But I do look good, don't I?” “You look great,” Snips said. Sunset chuckled again. She stood up and stretched her arms. “Thank you, boys. Would either of you care to join me for a swim?” “A swim?” Snails blushed and began to sweat. He wanted to say yes, but he wasn't sure he could handle being so close to Sunset in the water. Imagine, the water dipping in and out of the gap in her cleavage, her bouncy breasts waving in the water's currents … it was something he both wanted and was terrified of. “Yes, a swim.” Sunset Shimmer cracked her knuckles. “Rarity made me acting lifeguard to the pool. Oh, there's an idea! One of you can jump in and start drowning, and I can jump in and … rescue you.” She turned her head, baiting them with flirtatious, fluttering eyes as she knew the effect it would have on them. Spike grabbed Snips and Snails by the collars of their shirts before either of them could give into their id-driven impulses to jump into the water. “Thanks, Sunset, but we'll pass.” “Mmm. Are you sure? All right then …” Sunset crossed her arms and turned her head away from them. “Disappointing …” "Dude!" Snips jerked his way out Spike's grasp. "Why didn't you let us go in the water for her?" "Because unlike you, I don't have a crush, and I saw what happened to her," Spike said, unimpressed. "Remember what we're here for: we're trying to find a way to cure them, not be seduced by them." Snails crossed his arms and huffed. "Speak for yourself." He turned his gaze back to Sunset, who was engaging in stretching exercises, much to Snails' enjoyment. "Oh!" Sunset placed a hand over her mouth. "I just realized, there's another way we could spend time together. I could give you all CPR lessons." Snails clapped her his hands together, and Snips stepped forward to speak and cut Spike off before he could say no. "That sounds great!" He tossed Spike a dirty glare over his shoulder. "Great!" Sunset cheered. "Meet me back here in fifteen, okay? I need to get things ready ..." Spike was not entirely appreciative of Snips usurping his authority of their de facto group, though he supposed he may as well join the CPR lesson, if only to make sure Snips and Snails didn't do anything stupid. When the group returned fifteen minutes later, Snips, Snails, and even Spike were a little surprised when Sunset began to do something unexpected: teach them actual CPR, rather than it having been some sort of euphemism. It involved a lot of pumping the pretend victim's chest, taking in deep, deep breaths before blowing into their mouths hard, and making sure the victim was flat on their backs. It wasn't like in the movies, for sure. "Whew!" Snails moaned, still recovering from his turn and wiping the sweat off his brow. "I never realized CPR was so hard! The cartoons make it look so easy." "I know. We have to be prepared for an emergency," Sunset Shimmer said, taking her mouth off Spike, who had gone after Snails. "But that was the hard part. Who's ready for some ..." She brushed her hand through Spike's hair, ignoring the blush on his cheeks. "Extra credit?" Sunset flashed a lecherous smile at Spike, who shifted uncomfortably as Sunset's large breasts hung right in front of him. "Uh, thanks, Sunset, but I think I'll pass," Spike said. Snips and Snails were waving their arms around excitedly, though Spike discouraged them with a growl and a snarl. Sunset was confused by his behavior and looked to Snips and Snails, who were whistling innocently. "All right ..." Sunset Shimmer got off of Spike. "Though I must say, I'm disappointed none of you boys seem to be interested in me ..." Sunset crossed her arms and turned her head away, closing her eyes. "Aww," Spike stood up and felt guilty, though he kept in mind he might have been falling for a trap. "Don't say that, Sunset. We all still ... like you." Sunset opened her eyes and looked at him. "Really? You mean it?" Not about to let Spike get all of Sunset's attention, Snips and Snails threw themselves between her and him. "Yeah!" Snips said. "You're great!" "I'm interested in you!" Snails blurted out. "I just, uh ..." Snails unconsciously glanced at Spike. "I just don't feel up to anything right now." "Thanks, guys," Sunset said. "That means a lot to me. I'm still a little disappointed, but if you're not in the mood, you're not in the mood." Sunset patted Snails on the cheek. She pulled him towards her and whispered in his ears. "If you're really interested, meet me in the shower room later," Sunset whispered with aggressive, sexual tones to her voice. Snails, following Sunset's instructions, snuck out from his cabin after dark. Making sure Spike hadn't noticed, he proceeded to the shower rooms, where Sunset Shimmer was waiting. “Hey,” Sunset Shimmer greeted him, standing behind a shower wall. “Uh, hi, Sunset!” Snails tapped his fingers together. “You … wanted me to come over here, right? Why?” “What can I say, Snails?” Sunset Shimmer stepped forward, walking in long strides so Snips could get a good look at her exposed legs. “I've drunk the kool-aid. Or breast milk, as the case may be.” Sunset Shimmer giggled. “That was, like, sooo kinky. I couldn't decide if Rarity's or Fluttershy's was better … you should try it sometime.” “Uh-huh,” Snails nodded. “So, what did you want me for, again?” “Isn't it obvious, Snails?” Sunset Shimmer asked. “Maybe I'm just being dense right now, but no.” Sunset smirked. “All right, well, here's a hint: I'm not wearing anything under this swimsuit. Is the picture clearer now?” Snails' eyes widened. He should have known this was coming, but he still couldn't believe it. “Do - do you mean … really?” “Uh-huh.” Sunset Shimmer purred seductively. She grabbed at her swimsuit and pulled it down, exposing her areolae and letting her bare breasts hang. “Come over here, Snips.” Snails broke into a cold sweat as he approached her. Being given a chance to have unadulterated intercourse with Sunset Shimmer? How could he say no? As he approached, Sunset Shimmer got down on her knees, placing her tender hands on his thighs. “So, are you going to take your pants off for me, or am I going to have to do it for you?” “Uh … yeah, sure.” Snails began to pull his pants down, dropping them around his ankles. “Sorry. I just sorta can't believe this is really happening ...” “Mm-hmm,” Sunset chuckled. “If you can't believe it now, then I'd hate to see what your reaction will be after we get started … mmm.” Helping Snips pull his underwear down, Sunset leaned forward and crushed his member with her large breasts. “Ooh!” Snips moaned and shivered. “Doesn't that feel good, Snails?” Sunset whispered to him, taking her hands and squeezing her large breasts around his member. “Y-yes … it feels good … really good.” Sunset chuckled again, moving her breasts up and down around his equipment. “Well, it's about to feel even better.” Readjusting the position of her breasts, Sunset held Snips' member between them while she took in a deep breath and wrapped her mouth around its tip. With no reservations, Sunset began to lick and suck the delicious male organ inside her mouth. Snips began to moan and groan. Sunset seemed to really want this, possibly even more than he had. “Mmm … mmmmm,” Sunset moaned, enjoying her sucking of Snips' equipment. She could feel it begin to pulse, which only made her more excited. “Sunset, I …” Snips was speechless. Sunset didn't care what he had to say, however. She began to suck harder, lustfully. Hungrily. Desperately, until Snips' member was beating and pulsating in her mouth, pressure building up inside it. Snails had never felt like this before. He didn't realize how good it felt to be handled this way by a woman until now. “Sunset, I -” Snips tried to warn her before he reached his limit and orgasmed into her mouth, but there was little he could do other than let it happen. Sunset moaned very, very loudly as Snails' spooge washed over her mouth, as if this was what she wanted all along. “MMMMMM MMMMM!” She moaned and moaned as her mouth was filled with love fluid. She kept her lips firm around Snips' member and continued to suck, trying her hardest not to spill anything. She wanted all of it. She wanted to drain and empty Snips of it. When Snails' orgasm had faded and he had no more to give her, it took a minute before Sunset would allow him to remove himself from her. “That … was amazing, Sunset.” “Mmm … it's so good.” Sunset licked her lips and giggled. “Even better than Rarity said it would be … so, so good … I- I want more.” Snails tried to bring himself to satisfy her, but he tensed up and knew he couldn't do it. “I-I'm sorry, Sunset … I don't have more.” “Snails,” Sunset said, snapping her fingers. “Go get Snips.” She waved him off. Snails nodded, pulled up his clothes, and ran out of the shower room. Snips soon appeared in the shower room. “Uh, Sunset Shimmer?” “Snips,” Sunset Shimmer said, giggling like a madwoman. “I'm glad you're here … get over here. I want to do something to you, if you're willing to let me …” Sunset crooked her finger at him and pulled at her swimsuit again. Snips' eyebrows shot up. Unlike Snails, he knew exactly where this was going. “Uh, okay! Your wish is my command, Sunset Shimmer!” “Oh, please,” Sunset whispered in a low voice. “I'd much prefer you to command me.” Snips' walked up to Sunset Shimmer. At Sunset's gesturing, Snips' proceeded to pull his pants down and expose his equipment for her to do what she wanted with it. “Hmm-hmm,” Sunset giggled and smiled as she put her hands on Snips' thighs, holding him in place. As with Snails, she moved forward and swallowed his member inside her huge breasts, rubbing their soft flesh against his hardening tissue. “Mmm ...” Sunset moaned in anticipation. “Oooh ...” Snips' moaned from the pleasure of having her massive globes surround his comparatively tiny member. He felt so stiff and warm … “Aaaah … aaah … Sunset ...” There was an incredible pressure building inside him, almost as if he was going to explode. “GAH!” Without meaning to, Sunset Shimmer had brought her helpless boy toy to orgasm already. Snips and Sunset Shimmer both enjoyed it very much. Snips for the orgasm and sheer pleasure he was experiencing, and Sunset for the warm feelings of his gushing liquids as it poured into her cleavage. “Oooh, yes! Snips!” Sunset moaned. While she was a tiny bit disappointed she couldn't add Snips' load to what was already in her belly, this made up for it. It was degrading and humiliating and messy and she loved it. “Cover my boobs with your hot spunk! Heh heh! Aaaah … ooh!” Sunset's expression turned dazed and glassy-eyed as Snips released the last of his contents. “Oh, yes … so good … so warm … huh?” Sunset was quite confused to look up to see Snips shedding a tear. “Snips?” “Sunset Shimmer, I'm sorry ...” Snips sniffed. “I didn't mean to – I didn't realize … I'm sorry.” Snips looked dejectedly at the ground. “Hey,” Sunset Shimmer said. “Hey. Look at me.” Sunset Shimmer stood up and placed her hands on Snips' cheeks, steering his head to look upward. “You have nothing to apologize for. No one can blame you for what happened. We couldn't have known you were, um … so sensitive. You did nothing wrong, okay? So stop crying.” Sunset leaned in and kissed away his tears. “Look on the bright side; now we know for the future.” Snips looked up and nodded and smiled, his tears coming to a halt. “And if you like ...” Sunset reaffirmed her grip on Snips' head and leaned in for another kiss, this one on his lips. “You can swing by my office tomorrow and we can … try again. Would you like that?” Snips nodded. “I would.” “Excellent.” Sunset patted him on the shoulder. “Normally, this would be the part where I comfort you by smothering your head on my breasts, but, uh, something tells me you wouldn't like that right now ...” Sunset and Snips both giggled. “Now, why don't you get to your cabin and get some rest?” Snips nodded, saluted, and left. After remembering to pull his pants up, of course. Left alone, Sunset Shimmer regarded her breasts. She put a hand underneath them and lifted them up, and looked at the nearby shower. “Now, I suppose I could wash it off … but I'd much rather do this.” Sunset lifted her boobs up close to her face and ran her tongue across them, beginning to lick them clean. The next morning, as they woke up and got ready for the day in their cabin, Spike couldn't help but notice something … off about Snips and Snails. They seemed ... bulkier. More muscular, taller, and some of the freckles on Snips' face had disappeared. “Are you okay?” Spike asked while bending over to tie his sneakers. “Something doesn't seem right with you guys.” Snips and Snails looked at each other. “I don't know what you're talking about, Spike,” Snips said. “I feel fine.” “Yeah. Fine,” Snails repeated. Spike gave them a suspicious glare. His eyes widened as he realized what it was. “Oh, no, no, no!” Spike clawed at his eyes. “You two had sex with Sunset Shimmer, didn't you?” “Eh, so what if we did?” Snips said. “It's not like we're hurting anybody.” “Yeah!” Snails agreed. “She wanted it, so why it is wrong of us to give it to her?” “Guys, guys … don't you realize what's going on?” Spike gestured out the window. “Something's happened to them. Something's changed them to make them like … well, like this. And the more we give in to their delusions, to their carnal desires, the less likely we'll be able to cure them!” Snips crossed his arms. “And how do you know that?” Spike found himself without a witty retort, which was an embarrassment given he was talking to Snips. “I don't. I just … look, I live with Twilight Sparkle, so I know a thing or two about magic. And that's definitely the kind of thing I'd expect to see from whatever magic did this.” “How do you even know they have been affected?” Snips asked. “I still haven't seen proof.” Spike glared at them. “Do you really think Sunset Shimmer would have sex with you if she was in her right mind?” “Oh. Harsh,” Snails said. “But true.” “Eh … I'm still not convinced,” Snips said. Not convinced, or willfully blind? Spike wondered. “Alright, fine. How about this: yesterday, I saw something proved there's something going on here.” “Really?” Snips eagerly leaned forward. “What was it?” Spike looked at him for a moment and then thought better of it. “Actually, I'm not going to tell you. You would probably run straight to Sunset Shimmer and tell her, and who knows what kind of trouble that could get me into.” “Hmph! Fine.” Snips huffed and stood up from his bed. “If you're not going to tell us what it is, then we've got no more business here! Come on, Snails.” “Huh?” Snails said. “Oh, I get it. We're supposed to be angry with him. Well, see ya later, Spike!” Snails waved to Spike as he followed Snips out the door, much more amiably than Snips was. “See ya,” Spike replied, waving awkwardly at them. He supposed he should have been glad to see them go. He had the cabin all to himself, and he could continue his investigation without them being likely to bungle something up for him. In the counselors' cabin, Sunset Shimmer was looking over some kind of paper when the door creaked. Snails nervously slipped around the door. “You wanted to see me?” “Snails!” Sunset clapped in happiness. She rose from her desk, still wearing her swimsuit. “Yes, come in, come in.” Sunset went around the desk to approach him when the door creaked open again. “Uh, hiya, Sunset, you asked to see me?” Snips said as he came into the room. He noticed Snails. “What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Snails pointed at Snips. “Sunset asked to see me!” “That's funny, because I remember Sunset Shimmer asking to see me!” “Boys, boys, quit fighting!” Sunset Shimmer waved her hands to signal them before rushing over to them. She wrapped her arms around their shoulders and gave them both smooches on the cheeks. Snips and Snails, soothed, looked at each other. “Well?” Snips asked. “Who did you want to see? Me, or Snails?” “I asked to see both of you.” Sunset answered. She pulled herself closer to them, standing up tall to let them take in her large breasts and toned stomach. “Uh, yeah, okay,” Snails said. “But which of us do you like better?” “Does it matter?” Sunset asked. “The important thing is there you're here now, and there is enough room in my heart …” Sunset leaned forward and whispered to them in a sultry tone. “And my body … for both of you!” Sunset drew back with a smile, while also rubbing their cheeks against her breasts. Snips and Snails looked to each other. “Well, that can't be right, can it?” Snips asked. “I mean, won't we have to take turns?” “Oh, boys ...” Sunset was saddened. “No one's ever talked to you about threesomes, have they?” “Uh … uh … no. Why do you ask?” “It's okay.” Sunset gave them a smile which was both comforting and seductive. “You'll learn.” Sunset climbed and sat down on the edge of her desk. She patted a spot next to it. "Snips, you come over here." "Um... okay." Snips went around and climbed onto the desk. "Snails, you go right here." Sunset instructed, directing him to stand in front of her with a smile. "Yes, ma'am." Snails said. "Now what?" Snips asked. "Now you take your pants off and shove yourselves inside of me until you both cum." Sunset peeled her swimsuit up, exposing her nether regions. Both Snips and Snails blushed, getting cold feet, until Sunset reached over and cupped and stroked both of their chins. "And let me be perfectly; I want to be full by the time you two are done with me." "Here..." Sunset wrapped an arm around Snails' neck and pulled him forward, burying his head into her breasts. Snails puffed a sigh and relented, pulling down his pants and slowly, gently working his tool inside of Sunset's entrance. Snips sighed at being left out, but Sunset did only have one pair of cleavage for them to worship, so he complied and inserted his tool into Sunset's rear. "Ah... oh, yes." Sunset moaned as the two boys throbbed inside her. "Yes, yes, that's it, that's it boys... harder. Harder." Sunset growled, pressing her arm down hard on Snails' neck and clenching down on both of them. "Harder!" "Aaah..." Snips and Snails both moaned, feeling their equipment rub and grind against the inside of Sunset's tightening flesh. "Feels so good..." Snails moaned. He felt like he was getting stronger with each passing thrust, like his member was bigger and stronger the longer they went at it. He could feel himself getting so full, brought by Sunset's vibrations. His insides were warm and boiling, his flesh being stretched to its limit. Snips was getting to the same point. "Harder!" Sunset barked. "W-We're going as hard we c-can!" Snips yelled, before his eyes rolled upwards. "Ooh... Sunset, I think I'm close..." "I think I am, too," Snails said. "Well, don't just tell me! Show me." Sunset purred. The two boy toys gave one last, massive thrust, before letting out a loud, howling moan as they hit climax, their shafts spurting out seed. Sunset went dopey-eyed, tongue lolling out of her moan, enjoying it so much as the two of them ejaculated inside her front and rear, filling her up with ropes of clear, hot, ooey-gooey cum. "Ooooooh...." Sunset moaned. "So warm. So good. I love it... like, I love spunk so much, I love it when handsome boys like you are nice enough to shoot your gooey loads inside of me, teehee! Oh... " Sunset leaned back, closing her eyes. "Gosh, I feel, like, sooo high right now..." Sunset paused, took a deep breath, then looked at the two of them. "I, um, don't suppose you boys would be up for another round, would you?" Inside Rarity's office, Rarity was sitting down and jotting down notes over some paper while wearing a pair of reading glasses. They weren't her normal glasses she used when she sewed dresses, and they didn't really help her see better – they were only there to make her look good to those who liked glasses on busty women. Sunset Shimmer came through the door, gripping the walls for support as she walked around with a huge, bloated belly, which jiggled with her breasts with each step. She made her way over to a chair and sat down, moaning contentedly. Rarity adjusted her glasses. “Someone's been busy. I don't even want to know what you did to get that.” She pointed at Sunset's inflated stomach. Rarity turned away, tapping a finger to her chin. “... or do I?” “Snips and Snails,” Sunset Shimmer said, rubbing her stomach. “They were great. They were … so generous to me.” Rarity chuckled. “I should hope so. They did seem rather taken in with you ...” They heard a loud scream from outside. “AAAAH! LET GO OF MY HAIR!” Rarity stood up from her desk, taking her glasses off. “What was that? That sounded like Apple Bloom.” Sunset leaned forward. “We should go check it out … ooh.” Sunset groaned and clutched at her stomach. “Do you need a minute?” Rarity walked over to Sunset Shimmer. “You stay here and rest up. I can handle this.” Rarity gave an affectionate pat to Sunset Shimmer's swollen stomach. “Go on. I'll be there in a minute … if I can.” Sunset waved her hand, and Rarity proceeded on her way. When she walked out of the cabin, Rarity was greeted by a distressing sight. Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom were facedown in the dirt. Diamond Tiara was on top of Apple Bloom, with her arm around Apple Bloom's neck while Apple Bloom reached over and grabbed at Diamond Tiara's head. Snips, Snails, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were cheering from the sides, encouraging the fight. “You can do it, Diamond Tiara!” “Get her, Apple Bloom!” “Come on, Diamond Tiara!” Apple Bloom complained as she got her fingers around Diamond Tiara's forehead. “Just cos I insulted your hair don't mean you have to fight me in the dirt. Is your hair that important to you?” “Maybe not,” Diamond Tiara admitted. “But what is important is that I don't tolerate insults from a loser like you!” “What is going on here?!” Rarity demanded as she walked onto the scene. She pointed at Snips, Snails, and Scootaloo. “And you three! Why aren't you doing anything to help?” Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom stopped fighting and looked up at Rarity. Snips and Snails backed away, hands guiltily hidden behind their backs. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle at first did the same as Snips and Snails, dragging their feet around in circles until Sweetie Belle worked up the courage to speak up. “Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara were having a conversation, and Diamond Tiara said something mean, so Apple Bloom insulted her hair, and then they got into a fight, and we picked a side and cheered. I know we should have done something instead of encouraging it, but it was nice to see Diamond Tiara get roughed up for once. We're sorry.” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “Ugh.” Rarity put her hand over her face, covering her eyes. She removed her hands and glared at Sweetie Belle. “You look remorseful, so I want to believe you when you say you're sorry. But if this happens again, I am banning all of you from the grounds. I will not have such violent displays at my camp! Now, who started the fight?” Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom separated from each other, crossing their arms. “She did,” Apple Bloom remarked as she gestured to Diamond Tiara. “No, she started when she insulted my hair!” Diamond Tiara said. “She threw the first punch,” Apple Bloom said. Rarity glared at Diamond Tiara. Diamond Tiara sulked and turned away. “ … Fine. Yes, I punched first.” “I see,” Rarity said. “Diamond Tiara, would you come with me to my office, please?” Rarity crooked her finger. Diamond Tiara pushed herself up and dusted off her dress, walking up to Rarity. Apple Bloom and the others were giving Diamond Tiara sympathetic glares, scared of what Rarity might do to her. “Excellent. Come with me, please,” Rarity said, turning around. “And don't think you're off the hook, either, Apple Bloom. I'll deal with you later.” Apple Bloom gulped. Diamond Tiara looked behind her, as if hoping one of them would say something to save her from whatever punishment Rarity had in store for her. They didn't, and she went on her way. Diamond Tiara followed Rarity to the cabin and into Rarity's office. “Sunset Shimmer, would you leave us alone?” Rarity asked. “Diamond Tiara is in some … trouble.” Sunset Shimmer nodded and got up, exiting the room with a more balanced walk, having recovered a little from her activities with Snips and Snails. “Lock the door behind you, please,” Rarity asked Diamond Tiara as she sat down in her chair. Diamond Tiara complied, closing the door and turning the lock. Rarity sat at her chair and put her fingers together. “You can sit if you like.” She gestured to the chair Sunset Shimmer had vacated. Diamond Tiara grimaced and took the offer, sitting down. Rarity drummed her fingers together, giving Diamond Tiara a hard glare. Diamond Tiara began to feel uneasy. Well, more uneasy than before. “I'm not happy to hear you've been fighting with Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara.” Rarity placed her hands on the desk. She stood up and walked over to the window, gazing outside through the curtains. “I'd like to think I run a tight ship around here,” Rarity said. “Make no mistake; just because we've given it the silly name “Camp Bimbo” doesn't mean we don't take our jobs very seriously here. So … I'm left wondering, how am I to discipline you for your misconduct and make sure it doesn't happen again?” Diamond Tiara gulped. “I don’t know. How?” “Why … by speeding up your education, of course.” “What?” Rarity pulled on the window string, closing the blinds and turning the room dark, with only slivers of sunlight making its way in between the blinds. Rarity turned around to face Diamond Tiara. “Truthfully, I was hoping not to do this until much later, but you warrant special consideration.” Rarity put a hand on the cheerleader shirt she was wearing. Diamond Tiara raised her arms in fear. “What-what are you doing?” Rarity began to pull down on her shirt. She pulled and pulled until the dark purple lace of her brassiere was visible, then she put another finger around the lace and began to pull it down as well, until her entire breast was visible, her nipple bare for Diamond Tiara to see. Diamond Tiara supposed she should have been horrified. Here was Rarity, a grown woman, presenting her bare, uncovered boobs to her, a newly-minted adult. Yet, somehow she wasn't. Diamond Tiara wasn't sure, but there was something strange about Rarity's large breasts which relaxed her. Something which drew her eye to the center of Rarity's breasts. She supposed it was because they were so big and round and soft, they almost seemed motherly and assuring. It turns out she was onto something with the 'mother' thing, as Rarity's nipple began to leak a white substance. It leaked out from the tip and trailed down the slope of her breast before dropping to the floor. "Come," Rarity said, beckoning Diamond Tiara over, gesturing to her boobs. "Suck." Diamond Tiara remained in her seat. "Oh. Are you afraid?" Rarity walked over to her, her boobs bouncing up and down. "We were going to do this to you eventually, anyway. I'm just moving you ahead of schedule." "Tell you what," Rarity said, putting her hands on Diamond Tiara's shoulders. "I want you to suck. You clearly don't want to. So let's compromise. You still have to suckle my breasts ... but, you only have to suck out three drops and I will let you go. You don't even have to swallow them, just tease them out from my boobs. Doesn't that sound fair? And who knows ... maybe once you start, you'll begin to like it." Diamond Tiara nodded. "Okay ... just three drops. Three ... drops. I can do that." She raised a shaky hand towards Rarity's breast. "Take a deep breath, darling. It'll calm your nerves." Diamond Tiara closed her eyes, breathing in deeply and breathing out. With her nerves thus calmed, she popped her lips around the tip of Rarity's nipple and began to suck. It took a few agonizing seconds before the milk drained out from Rarity's boob and into her mouth. Soon, Diamond Tiara had met her requirements, teasing out three drops' worth of breast milk from Rarity's huge milky boob. Diamond separated from Rarity. She knew she didn't have to swallow. Nothing was keeping her from spitting the milk on to the floor, or onto Rarity's chest. But it tasted so good she decided to swallow it, gulping down what little, tiny, unsatisfying drops she had. "Mmm ..." Rarity giggled. "Now, I meant what I said. You did your three drops like a good girl, and you don't have to suck anymore. However ..." Rarity smirked. "I recognize that just because you don't have to doesn't mean you don't want to. Do you want to?" Diamond Tiara nodded. "Yes ... yes, I want to. It's delicious. I only got a little ... I want more of it!" Rarity smiled and held out her hands. "By all means. I have two entire boobs here full of milk that you can have." Diamond Tiara, with a smile, launched right into it. She grabbed one of Rarity's breasts in her hands, clutching to it like a greedy goblin, and planted her lips on it. She sucked and sucked and suckled until there was a weak, but steady stream of milk flowing from Rarity's breast over her tongue. Diamond Tiara moaned as the delicious boob juice filled her mouth and, by extension, her stomach. Rarity, seeking to help her along, put her hands on the breast Diamond Tiara was feeding off and squeezed, shooting a stream of breast milk down Diamond Tiara's throat. "Mmm ..." Diamond Tiara moaned and pulled away in order to deal with the odd feelings she was beginning to develop. "What's going on?" She rubbed her head before feeling a tingle in her chest. "Ooh ..." Strange as the feeling was, Diamond couldn't help but clutch at her breasts and enjoy it. Slowly, inch by inch, bit by bit, Diamond Tiara's breasts began to grow. Pumping up like a balloon being inflated, her breasts grew and grew, beginning to stretch the confines of her fine pink dress. In seconds, she had large boobs the size of footballs, forming a moderate cleavage. Nowhere near as huge as Rarity's massive chest had gotten, but still worthy of attention. Other parts of her changed as well. She grew a bit in height, her arms and legs got thicker. Her cheeks puffed and filled out a bit, making her a look more mature and older than she was. "What's happening to me?" Diamond Tiara asked, cupping her cheek. "Why, Diamond ..." Rarity stood behind Diamond Tiara. She reached over Diamond Tiara's shoulder and put a hand on Diamond Tiara's enhanced breasts, giving them a squeeze and making a stain appear in Diamond's dress. Diamond Tiara moaned as a bit of breast milk spilled from her breasts onto her dress. "You drank so much of my sexy bimbo milk from my huge boobs, you developed huge boobs and milk of your own!" "Really?" Diamond Tiara asked, her head in a daze. She looked down at her impressive cleavage. Giving in to her perverted curiosity, she cupped her own breast and squeezed. She moaned again as milk flowed from it, soaking into the fibers of her dress. "Do you know what this means, Diamond?" Rarity asked, as she began to massage Diamond's shoulders. "It means you're a proper bimbo now. A proper bimbo with huge boobs, increased sex drive, a likening for males - particularly handsome ones - and of course, the massive quantities of breast milk, which is optional, but still appreciated. Granted, my boobs hold more than yours do at the moment ..." Rarity idly examined her nails, satisfied with herself. "But I'm sure you'll be up to my level with a few more ... sessions." "Sessions?" Diamond asked with an eager, hopeful voice. "Yes, sessions," Rarity answered. "But for right now, why don't we go tell everyone the wonderful news?" Cheerilee and all the other as-yet-untransformed members of the camp gathered around outside the counselors' cabin for some big announcement Rarity was going to make. Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and the rest of Twilight's friends stood by the cabin, smiling. Spike guessed they knew whatever it was Rarity was going to announce and it pleased them. It made him worried. A smiling Rarity stepped out, light on her feet and with her boobs jiggling and bouncing everywhere to an excessive degree. It seemed like the happier she was, the bouncier they got. "Everyone!" Rarity clapped her hands together. "I'm pleased to announce, after some discussion and quick training, that Diamond Tiara will be moving on up in the camp!" "Huh?" Apple Bloom said. "That seems like a light punishment for getting into a fight ..." Scootaloo muttered. "Are we sure that's the kind of example we want to set?" Cheerilee asked, worried as always about the children. Well, there were no children in the camp, just recent eighteen-year-olds, but after teaching them for as long as she did, she had trouble not thinking of Scootaloo and the others as kids. "I would like to present you ... the new and improved Diamond Tiara! Or just ‘Diamond’ for short." Rarity stepped aside and gestured to the door. When Diamond Tiara came out, everyone from Cheerilee to Scootaloo's jaws dropped. Diamond Tiara had undergone a similar change as Rarity and Rainbow Dash. She was wearing a short, skimpy, bubblegum cheerleader shirt which hugged her enhanced bust, as well as a short skirt of the same color. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she had two pink pom-poms in her hands. "Hi, everyone!" Diamond Tiara exclaimed, shaking the pom-poms through the air. "I'm excited! Aren't you excited? Yes, let's all be excited for Caaaaaaamp Bimbo! Give me a ‘B’!" Diamond Tiara jumped in the air and did a split, landing on the balls of her feet. "Diamond will be serving as my assistant from now on," Rarity said. "If you need help, or if you need me and I'm not around, go to her. We'll be setting up an extra bed for her in the counselors' cabin for now, at least until we can get those nice construction workers to build another cabin. An ‘Executive Student’ cabin of some kind, right next to the counselors' building ..." Rarity looked away from the crowd, a finger on her chin as she turned her mind to the layout of the camp. "Hey, what's wrong?" Diamond Tiara asked the crowd, looking at Cheerilee. "You don't look very happy. Aren't you happy for me?" She sounded so upset, like she might burst into tears. "Uh ... we're very happy for you, Diamond Tiara!" Cheerilee said. "We're just ... upset that we didn’t get such a wonderful opportunity like the one you have!" Diamond Tiara giggled. "Okay! But you can get this kind of opportunity. All you have to do is behave and do what Mistress Rarity says!" "We'll keep that in mind," Cheerilee said. "Now, we really must be going. Say, Spike, could the girls and I talk to you somewhere?" Cheerilee grabbed Spike's wrists forcefully. "In private? Now?" She added through gritted teeth and a fake grin. "Uh, sure," Spike said. He willingly let Cheerilee drag him by the wrist as she guided her to an empty cabin, the two of them joined by Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Cheerileee threw Spike in there. After the other girls came in, Cheerilee slammed the door shut and locked it. She put an eye through the peephole to make sure they hadn't been followed, then turned to Spike. "Spike, I am so sorry the girls and I didn't believe you sooner," Cheerilee said, putting her hands together apologetically. "You were right. There is something going on. Something has happened to the girls, and no, it's not just one big practical joke! We should realized it sooner, but it just seemed ... so ridiculous ... I mean, ‘Camp Bimbo?’ ... that had to have been a joke, right? It had to have been! But it's no joke. This is as real as Nightmare Moon." "Uh ..." Spike was caught off-guard. "Well, thank you for saying all that, Cheerilee." "What are we gonna do?" Apple Bloom had hands on her cheeks. "They got Diamond Tiara, and now they'll go for the rest of us next!" "We're all gonna be turned into bimbos!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. She, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom began to scream before Cheerilee gave them each a hard slap on the cheek to knock some sense into them. "I'll tell you what we're not going to do," Cheerilee said. "And what we're not going to do is panic." Taking a page from the Pinkie Pie School of Pulling Objects Out From Absolutely Nowhere, Cheerilee produced an army hat and placed it on her head. "We are going to remain calm, analyze the situation, and come up with a plan to beat them." "Wow, Cheerilee," Spike said. "I didn't know you knew how to be so ... forceful and commanding." "I have to be. You think I could have taught these three for four years if I didn't have some way to enforce my authority?" Cheerilee gestured to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "Now, huddle up, everyone. It's time to think of a plan ..." The five of them got together and huddled and began to discuss how they would fight back against the forces of Camp Bimbo. Author's Note I didn't initially plan to have aging-up involved, but when someone suggested in the comments for chapter 1, I felt it was worth trying to put. Mind, it's not as... integrated because of that as it could have been. I also thought of showing Sunset's threesome, but then I figured "eh, we've seen Sunset have sex with them already, we get it." But then I also thought this was a smut story, and we should get to see the sex. "Sunset's Vibrations" would be a good title for a Sunset/Vinyl Scratch clop. And looking at future chapters, you know what there's not enough of? More Sunset sex.
The BallSpike, Cheerliee, and the others departed, giving each other somber nods as they returned to their cabins with a better, understanding of the situation now. As Spike opened the door to his cabin, he saw Snips and Snails asleep on their beds with smiles on their faces. Spike wasn't sure why, but something about them being so happy while asleep disturbed him. “Huh.” There was a knock on the door. Spike, with a bit of trepidation, turned and opened the door to see Rarity beaming at him. “Hi, Rarity.” “Heeeeello, Spikey-wikey~!” Rarity sang, leaning forward and giving Spike a view down her gelatinous cleavage. It was so jiggly and bouncy, almost gravity-defying. “I haven't seen you since you signed up for the camp, so I thought I would stop by and say hi!” “Uh, hi?” Spike said, uncertain. “You should, like, totally come by my office and see me sometime,” Rarity said. “I'd appreciate it. I miss you. Didn't we used to have fun hanging out together?” “Uh, yeah, we did. But...” Spike couldn't bring himself to say ‘But now you're a totally brainwashed bimbo!’, despite how true it may be. “I'll … think about coming over, okay?” “Okay!” Rarity smiled and waved, leaving. Spike gave her a solemn look and closed the door. Once Spike was out of sight, Rarity's smile turned into a large, angry frown. “Ugh!” She let out a frustrated grunt and turned away from the door, marching back to her base of operations, the counselors’ building. “What does a girl have to do to get a guy's attention around here?” Walking through the hall, she picked up a bell and began ringing it. “Counselor meeting! Counselor meeting!” Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Sunset Shimmer and Diamond Tiara all heard the bell and poured into the meeting room, meeting Rarity and gathering around a large circular table. Rarity put her knuckles on the table. “I believe we're all aware of our original plan here in Camp Bimbo. To give all of our campers a class and training in being a bimbo.” The girls nodded. “Our plan was to do it slowly, piece by piece. However...” Rarity walked around the table to Diamond Tiara and pinched Diamond's cheek, who leaned in into the affectionate display. “After my success with Diamond here, I would like to propose a different plan. A change of tactics. We should speed up the process for everyone the way I did for her.” “Okay,” Fluttershy said. “What did you have in mind?” “That's just it, darlings. I don't know.” Rarity crossed her arms and continued making rounds around the table. “I went to see Spike earlier, and despite my best efforts, he's rebuffed my advances. I mean, how he could not pick up on the subtle undertones of my invitation? It's just not fair … ” Rarity held up a finger to her lip. “We need something to make them more comfortable,” Rarity said. “Something to encourage them to be more sexually forward and more open to the transformation.” Pinkie Pie gasped loudly. “I've got it! A COSTUME PARTY!” Rarity gave her a curious look. “A … costume party?” “Yeah!” Pinkie cheered. “Think about it. We could all wear tight costumes to entice them.” “And don't forget,” Twilight added, “research shows people are bolder when they have something to hide behind, like a mask.” “Yes...” Rarity saw the potential in the idea. “Yes, yes! Costumes to show off our bodies and masks for everyone to wear so they can have the courage to step outside themselves and be comfortable doing things they wouldn't normally do! I like it! We'll have a costume party! Pinkie, this is your forte. You're up.” Pinkie Pie saluted. “You can count on me!” Rarity leaned over, placing her hands on the table. “Remember to wear something revealing, everyone!” The rest of the girls saluted and followed behind Pinkie out the door as she went to set up the party. Spike sat in his cabin, hands on his cheeks, despondent and wondering how he was going to save the girls from their hexes. A letter slipped in from under the door, distracting him from his sulking. Spike picked the card up and opened it, reading. "You and those in the cabin are formally invited to the... Camp Bimbo Masquerade Ball? A ball? Really? Oh, joy." Spike clawed at his face. "Please remember to bring a costume, blah blah blah... I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?" Spike sighed. "Hey Snips, Snails! There's going to be a party tonight!" Later in the evening, Spike, Snips, Snails, Cheerilee and the CMC walked up to the building where the ball was being hosted. Light shined from out the windows. Spike, Cheerilee and the CMC grimaced, uncomfortable and fearful of what they were going to find when they entered. They opened the door and went inside. "Darlings!" Rarity exclaimed, "So glad you all decided to come!" "How could we say no?" Snails asked, mooning dreamily at Sunset Shimmer, who gave him a wave with her fingers. Spike couldn't deny one thing; their costumes were alluring. Sunset Shimmer wore a cheerleader outfit like the ones Dash and Rarity had, in fitting dark red with gold trim. Twilight, of course, rocked the librarian look, with a white half-done blouse, black jeans, and glasses. Rainbow Dash was dressed as a flight attendant from an earlier time, with a short skirt. Fluttershy was in a jungle-print leotard and Pinkie Pie in a ballet dancer outfit. Applejack was in cowgirl garb, Rarity was in a spy catsuit with the zipper pulled down, though unlike some, her breasts really did prevent the zipper from being zipped up any further than it was, and finally, Diamond Tiara wore a white dress and held a harp, pretending to be a muse. "Why aren’t you wearing costumes, darlings?" Rarity asked. Spike chuckled. "Uh, well... we didn't realize it was mandatory." "Disappointing, but that's no reason we can't still have a good time, is it?" Rarity said. She gestured to the table, where snacks and punch could be found. "Care for some refreshments?" "Sure!" Spike said, before quickly whispering into Cheerilee's ear. "Whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything. There could be something in them." Cheerilee nodded. "So, boys, my boys..." Sunset Shimmer walked up to Snips and Snails, wrapping arms around both their shoulders. "Why don't we somewhere more private? What do you say? Ready for round two?" "We're ready, Sunset!" Snips and Snails chimed eagerly in sync. Sunset Shimmer walked them off into the restroom, to Rarity's smiling approval and Spike's blushing discomfort. "Now that we have that out of the way..." Rarity said and walked up to Spike, presenting her cleavage to him. "Spike, why don't you come and visit me at the counselors' building more often? You know I would love to see you." "I'd... love to see you, Rarity," Spike said, trying to act cool. "So why don't you?" Rarity asked, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. "Oh, you know, nothing, just..." Spike said. "Just what, Spike?" Spike froze, not sure how to answer. Rarity stared him down for a minute before relaxing and approaching him, putting her hands on his shoulders and bringing him close. To Spike's relief, she refrained from delving his head into her chest. "Oh, Spikey... I understand." "You do?" "Yes. You're nervous." Rarity massaged the back of his shoulders. "You're nervous about seeing me in a closed space, especially when I'm supposed to be working. But it's okay, Spike. It really is. But I miss you. I want to see you more often." Rarity cupped the side of Spike's head. She lifted his head up and gave him a peck on the forehead. "Promise you'll come by later?" "Well..." Spike said, tempted after her kiss, but wanting to avoid committing. "As you know, I'm a very busy man, Rarity. Very popular." "Promise?" Rarity asked in a cutesy, guilt-tripping voice, popping one leg out while she leaned in close, rubbing up against Spike's lap. "I promise!" Spike squeaked out. His brain was telling him not to go, but he couldn't resist with Rarity pressing into him the way she was. "Yay!" Rarity gave him another smooch. She cupped his chin. "I'll be waiting for you... and so will these." Rarity waved a hand over her breasts before releasing Spike and walking away, making sure to strut so her leather outfit would accentuate her hips. Spike let out a moan. Rarity was an excellent tease, even when not under the influence of some evil magic. Spike shuddered to think what might have happened if Rarity had decided she wanted more from him and to really turn the charm up. Spike turned around to observe the events of the ball. Apple Bloom did her best to not seem nervous in front of Fluttershy, who seemed to be looking down and sizing her up, though her eyes kept shifting over to Cheerilee. Rainbow Dash tried to talk to Scootaloo, who never gave more than one word "yup" replies to anything Dash said while nervously clutching a glass of punch, and Sweetie Belle and Cheerilee tried to hide in a corner. Spike blew out a deep breath. Okay. Just... act casual. Be cool. Be cool. Spike began walking, whistling a tune, trying to remain calm, and... "Oh, forget it!" Rarity came back and grabbed Spike by the wrist. "I don't want to wait any longer, Spike," Rarity said. "I want you now." "What? But-but-but-" Rarity ignored him and dragged him out the building by the wrist, ignoring his stammering and protests the entire time, even pulling him along when he tried to dig his heels in the floor. Fluttershy watched Rarity take him away with a smile, before turning over and giving a smug grin at Cheerilee. Cheerilee paled. "Uh, here, Sweetie Belle," she said, as she handed Sweetie Belle her glass of punch. "Hold that for me. I need to be, uh... anywhere that isn't here right now." Cheerilee tried to get to the door and make it seem natural, but Fluttershy pursued her, walking in front of the entrance and cutting her off. "Where are you going, Cheerilee?" Fluttershy asked. "Oh, you know," Cheerilee said. "Nowhere." "That's a funny-looking nowhere to me," Fluttershy said. "Tell you what: why don't you come with me and I'll take you somewhere?" Fluttershy grabbed Cheerilee by the shoulders and turned her around, steering her back into the building. "Oh, um, that's really not necessary, Fluttershy." "Please. I insist." Fluttershy's words came out as absolute growls, cowing Cheerilee into compliance. Sweetie Belle gave her former teacher a wave goodbye, and Cheerilee waved back. Sweetie Belle turned around and clutched guiltily at the cups in her hands, knowing the next time she'd see Cheerilee she would be... different. Fluttershy led Cheerilee through a set of doors, bringing her into a dimly-lit hallway. Applejack was there, having somehow slipped away from the main room. "Eheheheh," Cheerilee chuckled nervously. "What's the matter, Cheerilee?" Fluttershy asked. "Are you nervous about something? Please, don't be." "Nervous?" Cheerilee pulled at the collar of her shirt to let out air. "Why would I be nervous?" "Good," Fluttershy said. "Now then, I hope you don't mind me asking you a favor..." Fluttershy continued, beginning to pull her leotard down and exposing one of her breasts. Cheerilee recoiled. "Uh... I'm sorry, Fluttershy, I'm afraid I do mind. I can't do any favors involving... that." "Mmm. Really? That's a shame. Disappointing..." Fluttershy said. She snapped her fingers. "Applejack? You know what to do." "What?" "Yaah!" Applejack shouted and charged, ramming Cheerilee and knocking her onto her back. Applejack then shook her rear before parking her big, plush rump down on Cheerilee's chest, rubbing Cheerilee's boobs with her cheeks. "What was that sound?" Sweetie Belle asked from outside, having heard Cheerilee thump against the floor. "Girls!" Sweetie Belle gathered Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. "Follow me. I saw Fluttershy take Cheerilee this way..." The Cutie Mark Crusaders went up to the door and peeked through the window. They gasped at what they saw, seeing Applejack wiggling on top of Cheerilee. "What are we just standing here for?" Scootaloo asked. "Let's get in there and take 'em before they do something to Cheerilee!" Scootaloo braced herself and prepared to charge the door, but Sweetie Belle stopped her. "We can't do that!" Sweetie Belle hissed. "Who knows what they could do to us? Besides, Miss Cheerilee wouldn't want us to put ourselves in harm's way. We have to be smart about this." Scootaloo sighed. "You're right." She jerked her hand out of Sweetie Belle's grasp. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it." The three of them resumed watching. Cheerilee's cheeks flushed an impressive shade of red. "I-is this really necessary?" "I'm afraid it is," Fluttershy said, craning her neck, letting her bangs fall over her face. "All I wanted was just to ask you to suckle my breast a little bit... help me relieve this - ooh!" Fluttershy moaned, dramatically putting an arm over her head. "Pressure I have in them." "N-n-no!" Cheerilee stuttered. "That's a shame," Fluttershy said. "But I guess if you don't want to, I'll have to go and get one of the other girls to do it..." "O-other girls?" Cheerilee was afraid to ask, but she did so anyway. "Oh, yes," Fluttershy said, crouching down near Cheerilee. "Those delightful Cutie Mark Crusaders. Tell me, Cheerilee, which do you think would prefer breast milk better? Sweetie Belle, or Scootaloo?" Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo covered their mouths in horror. "N-no!" Cheerilee yelled. "You can't! They're just kids!" "They're legal adults," Fluttershy said, flicking her hair with one arm. She began to walk towards the door. "They'll be real women once I get through with them, hehe." "No!" Cheerilee yelled. She bucked and thrashed under Applejack, unable to shake Applejack's weight off. "Wait! Wait... I'll... I'll do it." "Cheerilee, no!" Scootaloo yelped. Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at the door, but dismissed it. She turned to Cheerilee with a catty smile. "You will?" "Y-yes," Cheerilee stammered. "I'll... I'll suck your breast. Just... just leave the girls alone." "Excellent," Fluttershy said. "Applejack, you can get off her now." Applejack stood up and moved away, while Cheerilee sat upright. Fluttershy approached Cheerliee and knelt down beside her, pulling her leotard down again to let her big, milk-filled breast hang out. "If you get the chance, let me know whether mine or Rarity's taste better," Fluttershy said. Cheerilee nodded, her mouth painted with worry as Fluttershy scooped her breast between Cheerilee's lips and made her drink. "Mmm…!" Cheerilee moaned, her eyes going half-lidded in pleasure. Milk began to seep out of her lips as she nursed. "There, see? It's not so bad, is it?" Fluttershy asked. Noticing the milk going down Cheerilee's chin, she cupped Cheerilee's chin and lifted her head up. "Careful, dear, you're spilling. Try to get a little tighter grip, hmm?" Cheerilee gave a moan to show she had heard, and resumed suckling Fluttershy's nip. "Let's go, girls," Apple Bloom said, dejectedly turning away from the door. "We don't need to see this... Scootaloo?" Scootaloo continued to stare through the window, enraptured by what she was seeing. "Scoots, come on!" Apple Bloom snapped her fingers. "Huh?" Scootaloo asked, prying her head away. "Oh, uh, sorry, Apple Bloom. I guess I got... distracted." Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the display, Scootaloo joined Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle in walking away from the door. Fluttershy pulled her breast out of Cheerilee's mouth with a pop, milk still dribbling down the curve of her breast. Fluttershy smiled at Cheerilee. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" "No!" Cheerilee giggled, giving a smile. "It was, like, really good, actually." "How are you feeling?" Fluttershy asked. "Good, good..." Cheerilee said. "Kind of, mmm, lusty, I guess? I want to have someone... I want to hold them... and cuddle them... and then I want to take them for a nice long ride ... preferably one inside me." Cheerilee growled. "Ooh, perfect." Fluttershy tapped Cheerilee's nose. "I know just what to make you. Come on. We're gonna find you some leather and dress you up like a cowgirl..." Fluttershy helped Cheerilee to her feet. "Mmm... say, why isn't Applejack a cowgirl? She fits the theme better than I do." Fluttershy glanced at Applejack, who shrugged. "I don't know," Fluttershy said. "I guess we just didn't think of it. But enough of that, let's get you fitted..." Rarity dragged Spike by the wrist into the counselor’s cabin, bringing him into a room and setting him by the door. "Wait here," she told him, closing the door and locking the door with a key. "I'll go change." She smiled at him and pulled down the zipper on her catsuit, revealing her ample cleavage. She left and went into the other room, separated by an empty doorway. Spike smiled and nodded. The minute her back faded from view in the other room, Spike went for the knob to the entrance, jiggling it and trying to get it to turn, hoping Rarity hadn't locked it properly, but it was no use. Rarity had locked it very securely. "No running away, okay?" Rarity called from the other room, still in her happy, ditzy voice, as if she hadn't locked Spike in here against his will. Spike grimaced. "Oh, Spike!" Rarity called. "Would you come in here, please?" Spike gulped and went into the other room. Rarity was lying on a couch, wearing a smile on her face and back in her cheerleader get-up. Either she had gotten really good at changing out of clothes very quickly, or she had been wearing the cheerleader skirt and top under her catsuit the whole time. Given this was Rarity, Spike knew the first possibility should be a given, but given the... ailment affecting her, the second idea was also a definite possibility. Rarity grinned at him. She sat up and held up a length of rubber hose in one hand and a golf ball in the other. She placed one end of the hose in her mouth, and set the ball on the other end. She began to suck, making slurping and moaning noises. Eventually, the ball began to pull and lift up, going inside the rubber hose and stretching it out far beyond what it was meant to contain. The ball traveled up the hose, moved by Rarity's suction, until it reached the other end, where Rarity caught it in her mouth. Rarity moved the rubber hose and tossed it over the arm of the couch. She turned her head and spat the billiard ball into her hand with pop, which was covered and dripping with saliva. Rarity wiped the ball against her shirt, moaning as she rubbed the hard thing against her breasts, then dropped it to the ground. Spike wasn't sure what to make of all this. "Come here, Spike," Rarity said, crooking a finger at him. She laid back and patted a spot on the couch. "Um... okay," Spike replied, moving over to the couch. Rarity lifted her legs up to give Spike room to sit down. Spike parked himself on the couch cushion, resting his hands on his knees. "Tell me a story, Spike," Rarity said. "A story? Alright... um... once upon a time, there was this beautiful woman... who... lived in a wooden cabin, a lot like this one." "Uh-huh..." Rarity nodded, getting up. "And... something happened to her, and she didn't know what, but all her friends started acting strangely." "I see..." Rarity scooted towards him. "And most of all, despite what she might have thought, there was a handsome prince who just wanted to help her and make her better, but she didn't want anything to do with it. She wanted to keep being who she was, even though that wasn't who she was. She didn't realize she had changed." "How sad. How... very sad." Rarity rested her head on Spike's shoulder and rubbed his cheek. "But we're not going to be like that, are we, Spike? No. You're going to get the perfect opportunity to make me better..." "I am?" Spike asked, confusion lining his face. "You are..." Rarity brought her other hand over Spike's lap and began to gently brush against his abdomen. Spike buzzed and shivered. He jumped out of the chair, throwing Rarity's hands off him. "No! No no no!" Spike stomped his feet. Rarity let out a whine. "Oh, darling! Stop being so defensive!" "No!" Spike crossed his arms. "Why not, darling?" Rarity asked, crawling on the couch, letting her massive breasts hang loose. "We know we both want it... don't we?" "No," Spike huffed and turned his head. Rarity rested her head on her hand, utterly perplexed. "Well, why not? I am not attractive enough for you? Are you simply afraid of your first time? Or... maybe you don't have a sex drive?" "It's... not that," Spike said. "Okay, well, I am a little afraid, but not for the reasons you're thinking. It's just..." Spike paced, tapping the bridge of his nose. Spike stopped and turned to her. "You're not her. You're not Rarity, and I... I wanted my first time to be with her." Spike looked to the ground. "I'm not?" Rarity asked, pouting. "No. You're not." Spike said. "She was always sexual, but she was never this... big-lipped, big-boobed cheerleader bimbo!" "I'm not Rarity?" Rarity asked. "I have her face. I have her hair..." She ran a hand through her hair. "I have her lips... and I have her boobs, just with a little... enhancements." "Growing three times as big is more than just ‘enhancement’." "And..." Rarity continued, ignoring Spike's remark. "I have her memories." "Y-you do?" Spike asked, surprised. Rarity nodded. "Yes. I remember when I was captured by Diamond Dogs while you and I were out looking for gems. I remember you volunteering to help me with those gems... I remember that while I rescued myself, you were so brave, and you didn't give up searching for me. I remember when you gave me the Fire Ruby. Remember that?" "Yeah," Spike said. "I remember when you and Twilight first came to Ponyville," Rarity said. "Is that proof enough that I'm Rarity for you?" "Y-yeah... I mean, I guess so," Spike said. "Good." Rarity stood up off the couch. "Now, if you don't mind, darling, I'd like to begin with the proceedings..." Rarity walked around to the front of Spike. She got down on her knees and moved her breasts towards his lap. Spike winced and backed away. Rarity groaned. At this point, he was getting on Rarity's nerves. "Why do you continue to resist, darling? We both want it. You know what I want. I know you want this." "Because you're... still... not... you," Spike said. "It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't really be our first time. " "So just because you say I’m a little... off in the head, means that doing this would be completely illegitimate? That because I have a bit of a problem with an increased lust factor, having sex with me doesn't 'count' as 'sex with Rarity'? Does it? Is that how it works, Spike?" "I don't know..." Spike said. "Maybe... yes?" Rarity harrumphed. "Well, that upsets me just a little bit, Spike. You're saying I'm not who I say I am?" "Well, when you put it that way... I guess... maybe I'm being a little closed-minded?" Spike said. "Regardless, I still want it, Spike." Rarity reached a hand towards his abdomen. "And I'm not going to be satisfied until I get it." She took hold of him. She began to rub and stroke him softly. "O-okay..." Spike said, blushing as Rarity tenderly ran her fingers over his equipment through his pants. Ack, no! What am I doing? I'm falling into her trap! I have to say no! But... Spike's eyes wandered down. Her boobs are... so big. I bet they're soft. Really soft... I... they seem to be affecting my mind. I - I have to say yes to those... yes... Rarity continued gently stroking her fingers over his abdomen. She smiled at him and reached her fingers down into the side of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them and pulling them down. Spike bit his lip. "Don't be nervous," Rarity told him, continuing to run the tips of her fingers along the side of his equipment. "I know what I'm doing." Not sure I should take that as reassurance. Spike thought. He let out a suppressed moan as his arousal began to build. His member stretched out, his veins bulging as it reached a larger size. Rarity wasn't convinced he was fully there yet. She continued to stroke him. She leaned in and gave his tip a big, wet kiss. "Mmmmmwah." Rarity's lips popped as she finished the kiss, removing her lips. She was right, he wasn't fully there yet, and her efforts were rewarded by his member growing more, extending to its full length. Rarity's eyes narrowed, a lust clear in her eyes. She opened her mouth, making sure to purse her lips and open them with another pop so Spike knew and understood the treat he was in for. Rarity took his equipment into her mouth and began to suckle, gently pulsing her mouth against his pud. She moved her tongue back and forth underneath, teasing him slightly until she wrapped her tongue around it properly, sliding it across and licking him. "Ooh..." Spike shivered. "Mmm..." Rarity moaned, appreciating the feeling of his equipment responding to her with appreciative pulsations. "Ooh..." Rarity rose up slightly, bringing her breasts up to Spike's equipment. She moved back and forth, swaying and pressing her boobs against his skin. "Haaaaa…!" Spike moaned heavily. "Oh, you like that, do you?" Rarity asked, taking her mouth off. "Let's see then..." She adjusted herself, plunging his member into her cleavage before taking it back into her mouth and sucking it again. She rocked back and forth, rubbing his member within the soft confines of her breasts, causing it to start throbbing. If there was anything that could make his member firmer than her glorious, gorgeous boobs, he couldn’t think of it. "Mmm..." Rarity moaned, getting a slight taste of what she wanted as she continued her ministrations. She sucked harder, harder, and harder... Spike felt himself throbbing and vibrating at such a speed and intensity he didn't think was possible. "R-Rarity..." Spike stammered, "y-you're really starting to make me feel weird." Rarity waved a hand at him, assuring him this was normal, as she continued to suck and slurp on his member. "Heeea... haaa.... aaaaaah!" Spike screamed, reaching his orgasm. His tool spurted hot liquid into Rarity's mouth, blasting her throat with spunk. "MMM!" Rarity moaned. This was what she wanted all along. She brought everything she had to make sure his orgasm would last as long as possible - her breasts, her hands, her lips. She stroked and rubbed and bounced and sucked, wanting to milk every last drop out of Spike. "Aaaaha... aaah... yes, yes..." Spike moaned, moving forward. He bucked forward, slamming Rarity against the coffee table and knocking it over, where he moved and pinned her head against the table. He may have had his reservations about how much of Rarity’s mind was aware, but this beautiful, big-boobed bimbo deserved a treat for the pleasure she was giving him. "MMMMMH!" Rarity screamed, enjoying Spike being a bit more dominant, gulping down his seed almost as fast as he put it out. Lumps formed in her throat. She tilted her head back, moaning. Yes… Spike thought, Yes! Give it to her. Force it into her. Make her drink it, like the good little bimbo she is! Spike continued pumping vulgar ooze into her until he began to dry up. "Aaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaah..." Spike moaned. Sensing he was done, he pulled himself away. Rarity snaked out her tongue and licked her lips. She felt so full... "Mmm... thank you, Spike," Rarity murmured. "That was good... and it made my boobies feel good, too, didn't it, girls?" Rarity placed her hands under her breasts. Spike blinked when he saw them jiggle and expand, increasing in size by just a tiny inch, pushing her nipples taut against her shirt, and then staining her shirt when they blasted out gushes of milk, some of which splashed out and got onto Spike. "Oh!" Rarity complained. "I didn't make you try any of my milk! Oh well, we'll save it for next time. After all, I suspect you're too tired to try it out now and probably want to rest... am I right?" "Y-yeah," Spike nodded. "That was... Rarity, that was amazing. I... I can't wait to do it again. See you later." Spike waved at her and turned to leave, before looking down at his milk-covered self. "Oh." "There's a shower over there." Rarity pointed to the side. "Thanks." Rarity watched Spike go, her eyes tracking his movement, occasionally glancing at his equipment. "Mmm..." She couldn't wait to suck out another load and steal his vitality from him again. Taking a break, Rarity righted the table and laid herself out on the couch. She rubbed her stomach, moaning and feeling his seed slosh around inside. "Mmm..." Some time later, after getting cleaned off, Spike walked to his cabin, slumped over and ashamed of himself. How could he have given in like that? What was he thinking? And why couldn't he stop thinking about doing it again? Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were waiting for him outside his cabin, sitting by the door. "Spike?" Apple Bloom asked. "Are y'all okay?" Spike shook his head. "No... I'm not... I... I gave in, Apple Bloom. I had sex with Rarity." Scootaloo covered her mouth in shock. Sweetie Belle just grimaced at the idea of her sister having sex at all. "Thankfully, I don't really... feel different, other than really wanting to have sex with her—" "Could you please stop talking about having sex with my sister?" "Sorry. Other than really wanting to uh, do it again," Spike said. "Well, well, well!" Snails drawled, sticking himself out the window. "Not so high and mighty now, are you, Spike?" Snails crossed his arms. "Ugh. I’m never gonna hear the end of this..." Spike groaned. Snails closed the window and went back inside. "It's okay, Spike." Sweetie Belle assured him, walking to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Moments of weakness happen to the best of us." Spike perked up. "You think so?" "NO!" Sweetie Belle began to slap him around the head and shoulders. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom rushed in to try and stop her. "How - could you - have sex - with - my sister, you - dirty, rotten - perverted piece of filth!" The trees and the bushes in the nearby forest rustled, catching all of their attention, and Sweetie Belle stopping her beating of Spike. The trees rustled again. The four of them became tense, wondering if perhaps a vile beast was going to jump out and spring at them, tearing them apart with vicious claws. After another rustle, Princess Celestia and Luna tumbled out from the bushes. "Oof," Luna groaned, getting to her feet and rubbing her sore bottom, looking around. She turned to Celestia and made a grand sweeping gesture. "See, sister? I told you we should have looked here first, the minute that witness told us about it. But nooo! 'Surely they wouldn't be that obvious,' you said! 'They wouldn't be so careless as to actually put themselves in and name the place 'Camp Bimbo' you said! 'Not even someone under the effects of a bimbofication spell would be so stupid,' you said! Well HA! The joke is on you!" "Yes, yes. You was right, and I was wrong. Just get it out of your system so we can move on and put a stop to this." Celestia waved her hand. "I will, thank you." Luna turned her head up, taking a moment to exalt in her victory, her obviousness rightness. Had Celestia just listened to her in the first place, they might have had this whole mess sorted out by now. "Uh... okay," Spike said. "I'm confused." "Me too," Sweetie Belle said. "Me three," Scootaloo added. "Me five," Apple Bloom said. "Uh, wait a sec..." She started counting on her fingers. "Spike!" Luna snapped, approaching Spike. "Where is Twilight Sparkle and her friends?" "They're... in the counselors' cabin." "Have you noticed anything... different about them?" Luna asked. "Ooooh yeah," Spike replied. "Very different." "Then... they're already affected." Luna cupped her chin. "Have you had sex with any of them?" "What?" Spike blushed. "Luna, that's not a question you just ask someone outright like that!" Luna grabbed him by the shoulders. "This is important, Spike! Did you or did you not have sex with any of them?" "Okay, okay! Yes! Just once! One time... with Rarity," Spike answered, feeling a disturbing mixture of shame and pride. He had gotten to make love to Rarity! But now he also had to admit that to Luna. "Okay. Okay. One time is not so bad," Luna turned to Celestia. "We still have a chance of stopping this before it gets worse." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, time-out here!" Spike yelled, making a 'T' with his hands. "Would somebody like to explain to me just what the heck is going on here!?" Author's Note Music for Spike and Rarity's ... session; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v20GrmcdW4o Fitting my continuing change of priorities, all I can think coming back to this story is "Not enough Sunset lactation." Matter of fact, I don't think she lactates at all in this story. Humph! I devised the idea of a costume dance so I could play around with some ideas my friends and I had that I couldn't work into this or other stories, such as Sunset being a cheerleader instead of a lifeguard or Dash as a sexy flight attendant.
The Cure!Luna took in a deep breath. "A long time ago, we confiscated magical items from an disreputable wizard named Bezim. These items were enchanted to place a 'bimbofication' curse on whoever came into contact with them, turning them into athletic floozies who would want to do nothing but play sports and have sex." "Additionally, those affected are capable of transmitting the curse through sex," Celestia added, causing Spike's eyes to widen. "You should be fine, Spike, so long it was only once," Luna said. "But the more sex you have with them, the more affected you become, both physically and mentally." "I guess that would explain why Snips and Snails started acting so odd ... even for them, I mean," Spike said. "We were keeping the items in storage at the castle," Luna said. She then glared at Celestia. "But unfortunately, someone had the bright idea to keep them stored in a cardboard box that looked just like a shipping container, so when my sister attempted to ship Twilight supplies for a research experiment she wanted Twilight to do, there was some sort of mix-up, and Twilight received the enchanted artifacts by mistake. Twilight must fallen under the spell and spread it to her friends, causing them to make this ... camp." Luna looked around. "There's something else. Those under the spell are ... motivated to spread its effects. If left unchecked, the girls could spread out of the camp and start hooking up with anyone they can find, and the curse will spread until all of Equestria is populated by lust-crazed floozies." Luna stomped her foot. "This cannot be allowed to happen." "What do we do?" Spike asked. "There is a way to cure them," Luna said. "If we can remind them of who they are, of what their real passions are, perhaps with a picture or a book - anything which would trigger a strong enough emotional reaction - they'll remember who they really are, and it will break the spell." "Great!" Spike rubbed his hands. "So, what's the plan?" "We should find Twilight Sparkle first," Celestia said. "She had to have been the first to handle the box's contents, so she'd be the most affected."' "What does Twilight value most?" Luna asked. "Well ... there's her friends, but they wouldn’t be much help at the moment," Spike snapped his fingers. "So after her friends, what comes next in the list of things Twilight loves most? … I've got it! Twilight loves books. We can use that." "No idea why, but she does..." Scootaloo murmured. "Quiet, Scootaloo," Spike snapped. "We'll need a plan," Luna said. "And I think I have one," Spike said, as he raised a finger and smiled. Twilight was in the courtyard shooting hoops, as she could often be found doing recently. She scored a perfect shot, and the ball bounced right back into her hands. "Hmm?" Twilight's attention was drawn when she saw Celestia, the CMC, and Luna wheeling in on a whiteboard onto the side of the courtyard. Dribbling the ball with her movements, she walked over to them. "Celestia! Luna! What a surprise to see you here? What's ... this?" "Hello, Twilight Sparkle. This ..." Celestia tapped her hand against the board, "is a whiteboard." "I can see that," Twilight spat icily. "And ..." Spike walked up to them. He took out a marker and began drawing on the board, consulting a parchment of paper to make sure he got the quotation he’d taken from one of Twilight's books down right. After finishing up the drawer, Spike capped the marker and turned to Twilight. "It's how we're going to cure you." Twilight turned and huffed, holding the basketball close to her chest. "I'm sorry, cure me? For the last time, Spike, I told you I don't need to be cured! I'm fine!" "You may think that, Twilight, but truthfully, you are not," Luna said. "Oh, you butt out of this, old lady!" Twilight pointed a finger at Luna. Luna charged at her to strike her for the slight, but Celestia restrained her sister. "And as for you ..." Twilight huffed, walking up to Spike and pointing a finger at his chin. "But it's from one of your books, Twilight!" Spike exclaimed. "You love reading, remember? History, science, math, literature… you love them all! That’s what makes you you!" "No, no, no. I think you're confusing me with someone else. I'm Twilight Sparkle, basket-ball superstar. I don't do ‘reading,’ because it doesn’t have anything to do with lining up that perfect shot that I live for. And I think what would be a good lesson for you, you little trollop ..." Twilight threw the basketball aside. She wrapped her arm around Spike's neck and plunged his face into her cleavage. "Would be if I smothered with my boobs until you pass out!" Spike began flailing and struggling, gasping for breath. "What do we do?" Scootaloo exclaimed while Sweetie Belle bit her nails. “We can try something like this, for starters!” Luna charged at Twilight, Celestia letting go so she could save Spike. But Twilight kicked up a basketball that was resting on the court, kicking it into her hand, from where she threw the ball smack into Luna’s forehead, sending the Princess stumbling. Spike reached towards them, snapping his hands as if he was trying to reach out for something. "Look, I think he's trying to tell us something!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. "Like ... a game of charades, maybe?" "What is it, Spike? What is it!?" Scootaloo yelled. Spike pointed at the ground. "The ground?" Scootaloo asked. "Uh, look down? The dirt? You want us to scoop the dirt and toss it at Twilight?" Spike shook his hand. He pointed at the whiteboard. "The whiteboard? You want us to pick up the whiteboard and smack Twilight over the head with it?" Spike shook his hand again. He curled his fingers up and tapped his thumb, clicking furiously. "A pen? You want a pen?" "I think he's trying to tell us he wants the marker," Sweetie Belle said. She went over and picked the marker up, putting it into Spike's hand. Spike adjusted the marker and brought it down on Twilight's breasts, drawing and etching the words onto her massive boobs. "Ooh, yes ... that's the ticket, Spike, press that marker into my breasts... wait, what are you... doing?" Twilight looked down and started to feel a little dizzy when she saw what Spike was drawing. "Uh ..." Groaning, Twilight pushed Spike off, sending him to the ground. She continued to stare at her chest. She wrapped her arms around and lifted her chest up to get a better look. She began to mumble. "All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others? That doesn’t… that doesn’t make any sense. What - what could that… possibly mean?" As though possessed, Twilight took the marker from Spike and went up to the whiteboard. She started writing the sentence, trying to make some sense of by repeating it. As she did, her chest began to reduce in size. Spike rolled onto his stomach. "Yes. Yes! That's it, Twilight. Figure it out This is who you are, Twilight. You're not some busty athlete, you're a scholar!” Twilight's shirt fell, being sized a bit too big for her without the huge cleavage she'd been sporting the last few days. She finished the equation and raised her arm into the air in triumph. "OH!” Twilight shouted, realizing clicking. “It’s a comment about the hypocrisies of government that insist that they are treating each citizen equally, while at the same time doing very much not that!" Twilight paused and blinked. She looked around. "Spike?" Twilight dropped the marker onto the whiteboard. "What's going on? Why are Princess Celestia and Princess Luna here? Why are we all here in the middle of the woods surrounded by log cabins?" Twilight looked down at her chest, and she blushed, wrapping her arms around herself. "Why am I not wearing a bra!?" Celestia put a hand on Twilight's shoulder to calm her. "There will be plenty of time to explain later, but for now, it will have to wait. We need to rescue the rest of your friends." Twilight glanced up at Celestia. "Mm-hmm." She nodded affirmatively, understanding that there was some magical malady going on around here. "The next thing we need to do is come up with something to remind the rest of your friends of their former selves." Celestia explained to Twilight on their way back to Spike's cabin to regroup. "Hmm." Twilight rubbed her chin. "I know. Nobody is going to like it, but one thing that Fluttershy has always loved, and it will always make her think of her home ..." "Oh no." Spike brought his hand over his face. "You're not talking about who I think you're talking about, are you?" "I'm afraid I am," Twilight said. "Who?" Luna asked. "Angel Bunny," Twilight answered, and a shudder passed through everyone present. Inside the counselor's cabin, Fluttershy was sitting on a crate, scanning around the room and admiring her collection of various golf clubs in their bags and boxes. She raised her brow when she heard the door click open. "Hello." Fluttershy remarked when Spike, Celestia, Twilight and the others crowded. She stretched her legs and jumped down from her crate to the floor, balancing the golf club on her shoulder. "What are you all doing here?" "We're, uh, well, we're here to ..." Twilight trailed off. Fluttershy narrowed her eyes. "Twilight? You look different. What have they done to you?" Fluttershy took her gloved hand to her face and shook her head. "Oh no no. They 'cured' you, didn't they? Made you 'normal' again?" "Yeah." "And you're here to try to do the same to me, aren't you?" Fluttershy asked, glaring at them. "Well, yes." Twilight replied. "You're not yourself, Fluttershy. You're losing yourself. You need help to get back to normal." "Well, tough luck, sister." Fluttershy pointed a thumb at herself. "I like myself the way that I am no, and this is one lady who doesn't need curing! I will be staying right like this, thank you very much!" She drummed her fingers seductively on the handle of her club. Fluttershy proved surprisingly violent for someone who was supposed to have become a submissive bimbo, and well, being Fluttershy. Without the slightest hesitation, she charged at Celestia, swinging the golf club and aiming to hit Celestia in the head. Celestia backed away and gracefully dodged the blow. Spike, thinking quickly, picked up a golf club from one of Fluttershy's bags and ran at her, swinging the club wildly at her. Fluttershy spun around and blocked, locking the clubs together in mortal combat. Fluttershy pulled the club away* and tried to strike Spike, who held his club up to defend. He grit his teeth as Fluttershy pressed, pushing down with her club and threatening to break through his guard - and the club. "The crate!" Spike yelled. "The crate!" Twilight ran over and handed Spike an animal carrier to Spike. Spike took the carrier and held it up where Fluttershy could see, his other hand about to give out. "Fluttershy, look!" "Do you really think you can distract me with - whatever is that ... stupid ... box?" Fluttershy growl, her voice softening when she saw what was in the box - her pet rabbit, Angel Bunny. "Angel?" Fluttershy asked, her voice becoming more of her normal soft tone instead of the constant purring flirt it had been. Her eyes opened wide, losing some of the animal ferocity which had been in them. She made a halfheartedly continued to press her club against Spike's before tossing it to the floor with a clang. She got to her knees and took the carrier from Spike, opening up the door and taking Angel out of his box. "Oh, Angel!" Fluttershy exclaimed, bringing Angel into her chest. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Has anybody been feeding you!?" Angel Bunny, for his part, nuzzled against Fluttershy's breasts, enjoying himself with their softness, even though he was an lagomorph who really shouldn't have had any sexual attraction to human breasts, but Spike would suspect the hare was perverted enough to appreciate them anyway. Or they could have just been really soft, sexuality aside, but Spike would still bet on the former idea. His theory was given further evidence when Fluttershy's chest began to shrink down to a normal size, her hips also reducing and her waist and stomach filling back out as she changed from a sexually-idealized body to her normal lithe self ... and Angel seemed disappointed she no longer had a well-endowed chest. "Oh ..." Fluttershy groaned, putting a hand on her head. She looked around. "Twilight? What have I been doing? Spike? ... What are you doing with that golf club? Where-where are we?" She looked around in a panic. "It's a long story," Spike said. "We need to move and get to the others." "O-okay." Fluttershy stood up. "Um ... which others? Do we know where they are?" "They can't have gone far," Twilight said. "Come on!" They all rushed out of the building, Fluttershy following even though she still didn't really understand what was going on. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, and Cheerilee were hanging around in the gym they used to host the ball. They had the same reaction to Fluttershy when Celestia and the others walked into the building, but they were quicker to piece together what they were up than Fluttershy was. "Like, look, girls!" Cheerliee said. "I do believe that the lot of them are here to try and change us back to our borin' old selves!" Celestia leaned down and whispered to Twilight. "Why is Cheerilee the cowgirl and not Applejack? That makes no sense." Twilight shrugged. "Well, they can try!" Applejack tossed up a soccer ball in the air before dribbling it to the ground, punting it and kicking it right into Luna's stomach. Luna groaned and fell over. Applejack ran up to her. "Uh-oh." Luna groaned, realizing what was about to happen. Applejack stomped her foot on the ball, squishing it beneath her cleat and activating its magic. A green mist flew out of it and into Luna, changing her clothes into a similar version of Applejack's, and giving her similar enhancements to her hips. "Mmm, wow!" Luna stood up, smiling and holding the ball. "I feel, like, really good ... who's up for a game of kickball?" "Ah, Luna, no!" Celestia grabbed Luna's shoulders and shook her. "Focus! Fight it! Don't give in!" "Huh? Ah, right, right ..." "Well, looks like the Princesses are out." Sweetie Belle observed. "Come on! We've gotten out of a lot of scraps without them! Let's go!" The bimbo victims tensed up, getting ready for a fight. Scootaloo sprinted towards Rainbow Dash and tossed a piece of cloth onto her face, which Dash struggled to pull off, and Scootaloo got clear before Dash could counter. "Why you- huh?" Dash observed the cloth and became distracted. "The Wonderbolts' logo?" Dash, in a trance, lifted the cloth up. "That's right ... I've always wanted to be a Wonderbolt ..." "Dashie, no!" Pinkie exclaimed. "Don't listen to their siren song!" "Uh, Pinkie Pie?" "What!?" Pinkie hissed, baring her teeth at Sweetie Belle, who was holding up a tiny cake with a smile painted on it with frosting. "What is this?" "I, uh, baked you a cake," Sweetie Belle said. "You know, because you work at Sugarcube Corner and bake cakes and goods for everybody in Ponyville ... and I put a little smile on it in frosting because you like making people smile, right?" "You ... you don't think I know what you're trying to do? I know EXACTLY what you're trying to do, trying to get me change back to who I was by reminding me about all the things I left behind from my old life that I used to enjoy! Well, I got a message for you, buster, it won't ... it won't ... uh ... actually, maybe it will work." Pinkie took the platter from Sweetie Belle. "I do like making people happy, and ..." Pinkie took her finger and drew it on the cake, scooping up some of the frosting and placing it into her mouth. "I can't remember the last time I baked a really good cake." Cheerliee crossed her arms when she saw Scootaloo standing in front of her. "What do you want? What are y'all thinkin' you're gonna try to do to me, huh?" "Oh, nothing, nothing!" Scootaloo insisted, before holding out a piece of paper. "It's just, I was having some trouble with my homework for, um, my college, and I was hoping you could help me out a bit?" "Sorry, buckaroo, I don't do that no mores," Cheerilee said, huffing. "Aw, come on," Scootaloo said. "Just this one question, please? "If a train leaves from Manehatten at 45 miles per hour, and another train leaves from Ponyville at the same time going at 25 miles on the same track, how long before the two trains crash, and how much centrifugal force will be generated from the front ends of both trains?'" Cheerliee continued to regard Scootaloo with a cold, disaffected glare. Her eyes glanced down to the piece of paper. Cheerilee took her hand and swiped the paper from Scootaloo. "Just so y'all know, I'm not actually doin' this, I'm just tryin' to appease so you'll leave us alone." Scootaloo beamed. Cheerilee scoffed and lifted the paper up. "If a train ... 45 miles per hour, 25 miles per hour ..." Cheerliee squinted at the paper. "Wait a minute, there's missing information here. In order to ... properly calculate how long it would take, we need the length of the train track both trains on. That's ... unprofessional. That's an oversight, and it's sloppy! Pen. I need a pen to correct this." Cheerliee looked around for a pen, her bust beginning to reduce. She didn't notice Scootaloo pump her fist in triumph. "I wonder what other blunders whoever wrote this made ..." Cheerilee began looking over the paper, not noticing Scootaloo's blush - she had been the author, after all. "Applejack?" Apple Bloom tapped Applejack on the shoulder. Applejack turned around, eyes narrowed. She wasn't expecting Apple Bloom to take a more direct, blunt approach to it, slapping Applejack's hat on her head and forcing an apple fritter into Applejack's mouth. "Mmm." Applejack moaned, taking a bite out of the fritter and taking it out of her mouth. "Good ol' Granny Smith's cooking ..." "Yeah," Apple Bloom said. "It's good, isn't it?" "Yup ..." "You're not gonna get that if you keep hangin' around at this camp." Apple Bloom said with a smirk. "Yeah ..." Applejack mumbled. She took another bite of the fritter, and her hips began to reduce. "See, Rainbow Dash?" Fluttershy walked up to Dash, placing a hand on Dash's shoulder. "This isn't you, walking around in this awful, skimpy cheerleader outfit ... this." Fluttershy smacked the cloth. "This is who you are, who you want to be. Rainbow Dash, aspiring Wonderbolt!" "Yeah ... yeah!" Dash nodded enthusiastically. Her body began to change back to normal. While she started, Pinkie and Cheerilee finished. "This isn't me!" Rainbow Dash dropped the cloth and grabbed at her cheerleader shirt, about to tear in half and throw it away. Before Dash could, Fluttershy grabbed her by the wrists. "I, um, wouldn't that, unless you happen to be wearing something underneath. You wouldn't want Scootaloo to see your bare breasts, would you?" "I wouldn't mind seeing Rainbow Dash's breasts," Scootaloo said, causing Rainbow Dash, Cheerilee and Fluttershy to blush. "Scootaloo, is there something you haven't told us?" Sweetie Belle asked. "Like, a lesbian kind of something?" "Never mind that!" Twilight said, waving her hands. "We need to go and find and fix Rarity and Diamond Tiara!" Twilight looked at Celestia and Luna. "Princess Celestia, will Luna be alright?" "I'll be fine," Luna said. "Yes." Celestia cupped Luna's cheek. "She hasn't had much exposure, and she's not had any sex, so it should be easy enough for me to bring her back to normal. Unfortunately, that will take my time and attention, and I will be unable to help you with Rarity." "I don't think that will be a big problem," Twilight said, smiling and glancing towards her friends, having faith in them. The group, sans Princesses, went into the counselors' cabin. All the lights were turned off, and the curtains were shut, plunging the building into total darkness. "Man!" Rainbow Dash complained, "It is really dark in here. Anyone have a flashlight?" Twilight flicked her hand, creating a purple fireball in her palm and giving off some light. "There. That should help a little ..." "You don't think ... maybe Rarity knew we were coming?" Fluttershy asked, giving a shiver.' "She had to," Twilight said. "Sooner or later, she was going to notice her, ugh, bimbos were reporting in like they were supposed to, and she's making her last stand in here." "I don't like the idea of having a last stand with any of our friends." Fluttershy whimpered. "Halt, intruders!" Twilight shielded her eyes from someone shining a flashlight right in their faces. "You've gone far enough, and done pretty well 'fixing' your friends, but here is where you no further," Diamond Tiara said, wearing a suit of cobbled-together armor like something from a child's game, with a bucket on her head and skillets tied around her torso in a haphazard fashion. "Diamond Tiara ... step out of the way." Twilight raised her other hand, producing a fireball in. "You don't want to mess with my magic now that I've got my head screwed back on straight." "You won't use your magic on me, Twilight Sparkle. You're too good for that." "Diamond Tiara!" Silver Spoon rushed to the front of the group, pushing Twilight out of the way. "Please, snap out of it! I want my best friend back!" "I'm still right here, Silver Spoon." "No! You're not! You're an eager to please tart with milk-filled breasts!" "Silver Spoon, language." Twilight admonished her, even though Silver Spoon was a (young) adult. "What happened to the bitter bully that I used to know?" Silver Spoon asked. "The master of taunting who didn't tolerate anything from anyone? I want her back." "Hang on. I have an idea." Apple Bloom marched up to Diamond Tiara, raised her hand, and slapped Diamond Tiara hard across the cheek. Everyone was shocked. Diamond Tiara staggered, shaking her head before focusing her gaze on Apple Bloom, her eyes filling up with hatred. "Don't touch me!" Diamond Tiara responded with a slap of her own. "Keep your hands off me, you blank flank!" Apple Bloom took the slap in stride, lifting her head up to smirk. "It's good to have you back, Diamond Tiara?" "Did I ever leave?" Diamond Tiara asked, crossing her arms. She looked around. "Um, where are we? Why I am dressed a like bad school play?" "I'll explain." Apple Bloom took Diamond's hand and led her away. "Here." She took the flashlight from Diamond and handed it off to Spike. "You can use this more than she can." "Right." Spike pointed the flashlight up. Diamond Tiara, Apple Bloom, and Silver Spoon, out of concern for her friend, left. "Now that we've got Diamond Tiara out of the way, I think our best option is to split up and search the whole building," Spike said. "I'm inclined to disagree, Spike, but I think you might be right." Twilight waved her fireball around. "There's no telling where Rarity might be hiding in here." "I'll go on ahead." Spike volunteered. Twilight nodded before watching him walk into the darkness. Spike walked around, opening every door and shining the flashlight in to see if Rarity was in the room. He struck out, going through room after room with no hint or indication Rarity was there until he had been through the entire hallway. Spike sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have to go upstairs." Grumbling to himself, Spike begrudgingly carried himself up the stairs to the second floor of the building, shining the flash light all around. "Rarity?" Spike called out to the darkness. "Rarity, we know you're in here. Come out now! Come on, Rarity. The game is over. You've lost. Why don't you make it easier on all of us and just surrender now?" Spike heard no reply for a few minutes, until he heard a thump come from above. He shined the flashlight towards the ceiling, where he saw the handle of what he knew had to be an attic. "Got you," Spike said to himself with a smirk. Spike pulled down the handle, pulling down and unfolding the stairs leading up to the attic. He made his way up there and shined the flashlight around, finding Rarity sitting on a box. "Alright, Rarity. It's over. Come on, give it up." "Yes," Rarity said, leaning back and resting her chin on her hand, "I suppose it is. But before we do that awful 'curing' business, would you be at all interested ..." Rarity pulled up her shirt, allowing her breasts to flop and spill out. Spike grew nervous, getting a blush and going weak in the knees. "In experiencing it together one last time before the others get here?" Rarity asked, spooling up the shirt around her arm before dropping it to the floor. "It's just us ... we're alone ... no one else has to know ... and you were soooo good last time." Rarity placed her hands on her knees, squishing her breasts together with her arms. "Heck, maybe we could even escape ... we could elope, run across the country, and be together ... and I could make you feel good every morning of every day ... and every night." Rarity unhooked her bra, peeling it slowly off her breasts before tossing it to the floor. "What do you say?" "Well, I, uh ... well ..." Spike moved forward, his movements slowed and stilted as if he was in a trance. "I ... I say ..." "Yes?" Rarity asked with a smile, raising an eyebrow. "I say ... I say ..." Spike reached behind himself, pulling out a golf club which he then bludgeoned Rarity over the head, knocking her out and throwing her to the floor. "I say nice try. I'm not falling for that." Spike produced the item they had gotten for Rarity, a sewing needle, and got down and gently laid it onto Rarity's hand. He sat down on the box she had been sitting on just a second ago, and waited for her to wake up. He thought about going down and informing the others he had found and dispatched Rarity, but he figured it was more important for him to stay where he was and watch over Rarity to keep her from escaping. Besides, they would find him eventually, right? It took some waiting, but Rarity came to. She let out a groan, blinking as her eyes focused on the object in her hand. "What's this?" She blinked again. "A sewing needle ... yes, that's right, I like to sew, don't I, Spike? Making dresses ... for Ponyville and all my friends ..." Rarity gave a soft smile. Her breasts began to shrink. Spike would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed, but he smiled, happy she was back to normal at last. Much later in the day, everyone gathered around the Carousel Boutique to debrief on the situation and assess the state of things. "Well, as far as I can tell, it looks like everything is back to normal." Luna said. "Myself included." "Yes," Celestia said, "it's a good thing we were able to stop the spread before it made its way out of the camp." "All's well that end's well, right?" Twilight said. "There's a lesson in here somewhere for us in all of this." Spike said. "I'm not sure what it could possibly be, but it's in there somewhere." "Trust in your friends?" Twilight suggested. "If someone's acting strange suddenly, it's always worth investigating?" Scootaloo suggested. "Don't keep your enchanted magical artifacts in the same kind of box you use for shipping packages." Luna said. There was another pause. Every murmured in agreement. "Yup, yeah, yup." "Well, if no has any need of our further assistance ..." Luna said. "My sister and I will be returning home. Hopefully this time, we will be able to take and store Bezan's cursed artifacts in a more secure and obvious container." Luna glared at Celestia, who blushed before they both left. "Apple Bloom?" Diamond Tiara said. "Yes, Diamond Tiara?" "I ... just wanted ..." Diamond Tiara's mouth stopped moving, as if it had quit working. "We just wanted to thank you for everything you've done." Silver Spoon said. "Thank for bringing my friend back to me." "Heh. No problem. It's what we Apples do. See y'all around." Apple Bloom and her friends left, as did Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo. The girls waved goodbye to each other, Twilight, Fluttershy, Dash, Pinkie, and Applejack all leaving. "Bye!" Pinkie cartwheeled away. "Later." Dash saluted. "Goodnight." Fluttershy held Angel close to her chest, who nuzzled her. "Bye-bye now!" Applejack waved. "Goodnight. Come on, Spike." Twilight tapped Spike’s shoulder. "Actually, Twilight ..." Rarity moved and grabbed Spike's wrist, keeping him from joining Twilight. "Is it alright if I have Spike stay here with me for a little while? I want to talk to him about everything that's happened today." "Sure." Twilight said. "Just as long you don't have sex with him, haha!" Twilight pointed her fingers and winked. "Haha, no, of course not!" Rarity said, waving Twilight off. When she was out of sight, Rarity dragged Spike into the Boutique, throwing her in. "Whoa!" Spike exclaimed, stumbling and getting his balance. "Rarity, I thought you just said you wanted to talk!? Why do we have to go in here to do that?" "Because," Rarity replied, pulling down the curtains on one of her windows, "I just told Twilight Sparkle a baldfaced lie. I'm very appreciative of the fact you saved from being a ditzy bimbo for the rest of my life, Spike, and I want to reward you for a job well done ..." Rarity approached Spike and put her hands on his shoulder. "And this reward is going to take the form of some bimbo-free, regular, normal sex. It might be a bit much, but I'm in a generous mood today." "Oh-oh really?" Spike asked, blushing while sweat ran down his face. "Not-not that I wouldn't be all for that, but are you sure there's no ... bimbo-ness involved?" "Yes." Rarity cupped Spike's cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm sure. This is my own decision, Spike." Spike looked over her shoulders. "Hey, is that Sunset Shimmer?" Despite suspecting him of trying to distract Rarity looked over to the window and saw Sunset walking by with her arms wrapped around Snips and Snails. Rarity opened the window. "Sunset Shimmer, darling? Why, whatever are you doing with Snips and Snails? Aren't they a little ... crude for your tastes?" "Oh, nothing much." Sunset Shimmer said. "I wanted to go home, but I was hit with a sudden urge to take my little boy toys with me." Sunset pinched and rubbed their cheeks. Snips and Snails blushed, chuckled, and smiled. Sunset walked off, her boys with her. "Now why would a smart, beautiful girl like Sunset Shimmer settle for dimwits like Snips and Snails?" Spike asked. Rarity blushed and closed the window. "Okay, so maybe there's a little bimbo-ness left over." Rarity said, pinching her finger and thumb. She grabbed Spike by the wrist and dragged him up the stairs to her room. "But are you really going to complain?" "You know what? ... I think I won't, for now. But we're seeing Twilight first thing in the morning." "Fine. Whatever." Rarity threw Spike onto her bed, then crawled on top of him, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss as they got ready to make sweet love through the night. Author's Note If you're familiar with G1 My Little Pony, you would know that in a more ... mature setting, bimbofiying magical artifacts are exactly right up Bezam's kind of trick.
