Spike, 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.