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.