Camp Bimbo

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."