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              A Candy a Day, a Bimbo this Way              
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                        Breast Envy                        
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Breast Envy
“Damn, Lightning, how many bras are you going to bust this year?”
“Man, I think they’re getting even bigger than last year’s captain.”
“Well, I definitely know mine are now bigger than Rainbow’s.”
“Isn’t everyone’s?”
Rainbow Dash’s eye twitched. Every week, something new for the girls to talk about. Every week, someone is flaunting off a new bra, or talking about a boy doing something stupid while watching them run. And every week, Rainbow Dash had to stay in the showers, as no one would feel comfortable speaking to each other, because they knew how pissed she got about the subject. Unfortunately, they severely underestimated how loud the showers were.
“I sometimes wonder if she even needs a bra.”
Dash grit her teeth as her fist clenched around the bar of soap in her hand. She glared at it, trying to stay calm as she looked down, and ignored the fact that she could barely see her nipples while doing this. She had boobs, technically, but almost no one seemed to count AA to be a size. It was during this thought that the slippery soap owned up to its title, and smacked her in the forehead. Rainbow Dash breathed in, before slapping a hand over her mouth and screaming in frustration.
She could soon hear her vice-captain, the apparently even bustier, Lightning Dust, shout in, “Are you okay in there?”
Rainbow gripped the shower nozzles, breathing in again, before yelling back, ”Just fine. You know how I like my long showers.”
“Alright. Text me when you’re out so we can go over the rosters. I’ll be in the cafeteria.”
“Gotcha.” Rainbow let out a deep sigh. She held no real hate for Lightning Dust, or any of the chestier girls in school either. Heck, two of her best friends had the largest tits in school, and she often had spent these long showers thinking about those very ones... though, she usually waited for her shower at home for that. No, it was simply wishing guys wouldn’t just stare at them, and would at least see the shorter girl.
She bent down, enjoying her flexibility as she became almost a ball, her rump almost touching the tile below her. Rainbow’s hands ran along her taut thighs, and she smiled to herself as they caressed the small creases in her muscles. “Doesn’t anyone like smooth legs anymore, or a tight ass?” She sighed, trying to release the tension in her, but succeeding in only falling back, and smacking her head against the tiled wall behind her. “Ah, son of a bitch!”
She waited for a few moments, her hands now on the back of her head as she squinted with one eye. The water raining down on her, soaking her bare, lithe body, could have drowned out any shouts, but she doubted it. There had been no response, and she had definitely been loud enough, so she should be fine to come out. She got back up slowly, making sure she didn’t have a concussion before she really got moving, and slipped a yellow towel over her petite breasts, and tight frame of a torso.
She slowly stepped over to her locker, keeping the fabric close to her body as she shook in the cold room. She wished they would get a decent heater, but Canterlot High was never known as being the most well maintained school in the world, so freezing it would stay. Luckily for her, her locker wasn’t too far, and she had learned long ago how to spin it free with just one hand. A small chuckle escaped her as her mind went to the idea of Lightning Dust’s bust’s never ending expansion, and remembered to think of that image again when she put these fingers to use tonight.
With a small pop, the door to the locker swung open, and on top of her clothes, a white shirt, pink skirt, and matching panties/bra, was a small confectioner's box. She stopped, looking at the white package for a few moments, before sliding it out. It had a card on the front, stating, To Rainbow Dash, the best athlete a guy could want, if she wasn’t a stick.
A small growl escaped her lips, and Rainbow opened up the card to see what the asshole had to say inside.
I do hope that my joke did not offend, but I wished to make sure you remembered why a spot of raspberry chocolate from time to time may not be a bad thing. In fact, these ones are very good things. If eaten once a day for five days, you will find your body stronger, and, more importantly, curvier. By the end of the regiment, I would bet on C, if not D, as well as not needing, or wanting, as much sleep, and a far better attitude to those who may wish to look upon your assets.
I do hope that a better you is indeed why you were chosen, and that you enjoy the comfort these small candies may provide. If you do not, I guarantee I will give you a full refund.
With his best wishes,
Cros
Rainbow bit into her lip as she turned the card back over. Like the box, it was only white, and held no answers to her questions. She wasn’t even sure how in the world it got in there. On top of that, all it did was insult her, and remind her that, yeah, she was flat chested. “And what’s wrong with that?”
She spent a moment listening to the echo in the room, and hung her head down. This was what was wrong with that. She was left yelling at a box of her favorite chocolates simply because she practically only had nipples on her chest. That was probably the last straw, and she popped the box open. She picked up the dark, round ball, and sighed. “At the very least, I’m putting you in just so I feel better.”
And so Rainbow put the chocolate in her mouth, and began to chew. It definitely was good, possibly the best chocolate she had ever had. Nothing really seemed to happen though, as no warmth entered her. The towel around her didn’t even budge, like she had hoped it would. Instead, she was just waiting there, dripping wet, expecting a piece of chocolate to make her dream come true. “And now I feel stupid.”
Rainbow quickly got dressed, slipping the bra over her abysmally small breasts, and getting her underwear fitting snugly against her ass. She had things to do that night, like studying and homework, and so just slid the box into her bag. They would make for nice treats throughout the week, even if they did jack all.
With this in mind, she called Lightning Dust up, and didn’t feel her bra grow ever so slightly looser, getting a ready for tonight.

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                  For Science!... Right?                   
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For Science!... Right?
Sunset hummed to herself as she walked down the corridor, her guitar in one hand, and a briefcase full of paper, pens, and everything else she wouldn’t already have in the lab to run her experiments in the other. She had honestly been looking forward to this week for a while now, as it would be the second time she would be able to examine magic, and with the findings she had from before, she had better hopes for these tests. Not only that, but now that she was more confident in her ability to ‘pony up’, she hoped she would be able to control her outputs, and not end up covered in rainbow gunk again. All she had to do now, was get the keys.
She stopped in front of the science club’s door, thinking for a few moments as she checked the time. Since she couldn’t be absolutely blatant about her research, as the magic still freaked some students out, she had to do it after hours. That meant Micro Chip should have been the only one in the club room.
The memories of her darker times came to mind, where the pasty, light purple nerd was slammed against a locker, and she was snarling in his face. She had been especially hard on him through the years, as he spoke to the weaker, kinder side of her. The side that had been a student to Celestia, and not a conqueror of magic. She placed a hand on the side of her head, her eyes shut tight as she took in a deep breath. She would need to be careful with her next few words, lest she open old wounds.
The door opened with a creak, and she walked in, adding a soft melody to her voice as she said, “Hello, Chip. It means a lot to me that you would be willing to loa-” She stopped as she looked over the clubroom, and saw no one. Sunset stepped towards the teacher’s desk, and saw a small note attached to some keys. It detailed the rules of the lab, and to tell Pinkie, the pony she had used to make sure not to intimidate him, hi. “He ran. I should have fucking known it.”
With a hand on the side of her head, she stuffed the keys into her pocket, and made for the labs. While Sunset knew she shouldn’t have expected a ton more, she couldn’t help but hate it. A throbbing pain was behind her eyes, but more from holding back tears, than from her anger. She had been looking forward to bringing another person than practical Equestrians, but it was obviously too soon.
Luckily for her, the keys worked like a charm, and her mind could switch topics. Instead of worrying about Chip’s opinion, she needed to focus on her experiments, before she ran out of time, and the janitors came in. She whistled to herself as she ran her hands along things like beakers, test tubes, and Bio-Chemical analyzers. She then stopped, noticing that the scanner’s screen was on, and on it, was a box, stating that it was made of cardboard and paint, and the contents within were made of cocoa beans, sugar, vanilla flavoring, a bunch of other ingredients, and most importantly, unknown.
She popped open the scanner, and there in front of her was the small box of chocolates, and a note on top. She quickly pulled them out, her heart racing. Either this was something unknown to her, or perhaps an apology from Chip for having had to leave early, and having not give her the keys himself. She wished she could be happier when she realized it was the former.
Dear Miss Shimmer,
Search, search, search you may, but just like universal friendship, magic stays within your dismay. While your friends are good, it is hard to love, or at least be lewd, when everyone thinks you only shove. A stony disposition forces you to avoid collision, but perhaps a good treat, will help you be sweet. Scan as you please, there is no darkness in these.
One a day is the key, and hopefully by the end, you will see. Consider these a chance to learn, and if failing in that, to gain the ability to yearn, and get smacked on the twat. Sorry if I’m being crass by now, but honestly, you do need to stop being such a sow, and I can’t always be subtle, if I am to get you to unbuckle.
Sunset couldn’t help but switch her scowl to a smile for a moment. “Looks like you aren’t perfect either.”
Stop if you so desire, you will not earn my ire, so do as you see best, at my behest. I only hope Chip’s leaving, may one day stop on your heart cleaving.
Watching out for you,
Did
Sunset scowled as she put the note to side. Riddles and rhymes were never her strongsuit, as she liked to just face a problem head on and have a clear goal. From what she had gathered though, the sender was definitely a powerful mage, or alchemy user, who had decided to try to goad her into only taking the candy, without considering the dangers.
It did also seem to have my interests in heart though. If it could help me be friendlier with the other students, rather than think I always have to be with the girls to be safe, why shouldn’t I at least give it a shot? Her thoughts turned to the comment about her nether regions, and her cheeks burned at the thought of the candy actually being an aphrodisiac. Would even that be so bad though, when it could bring her all that much closer to her friends? At least it would lead to some stories.
She picked up the box, before looking in, where she saw five star shaped chocolates, all neatly in a row, with smaller white stars in their middles. They did look good, and the ingredients list mimicked one of her favorite types, but she would make sure its claim was true first. If it wasn’t dark magic at work, she would give it a shot.
She plugged in a few of her own special machines, including one to read magical wavelengths. She placed the chocolate onto the scanner, and her eyes widened at the jagged, erratic graph that appeared. It was unlike any she had ever seen. Though, she hadn’t seen dark magic, and all magic held patterns. That’s why while each of her friends had different peaks and valleys, they all followed a similar pattern. So, while she wished she couldn’t, if she channeled the hate she had felt when she had that stupid crown on her head to her music, she would hopefully be able to see some similarities. Or not, and accept the free candy.
She put some nodes onto her arms, face and legs, before sliding a hand down her shirt. She hadn’t been able to channel magic before, and hadn’t been brave enough to ask her friends of this, but she had originally hoped to put sensors on their chest, as the lungs and heart were such critical parts of the body, and may provide some insight. This didn’t help her slightly above average bust resist the cold feel of the plastic though, and she let out a soft hiss from the touch.
Now that she was hooked up though, she could begin. She tried one short strum, before breathing in. The thought of Micro Chip cowering from her, making sure she wouldn’t disturb him so as to use the lab, and he could be safe. She let that feed on her pain as her hands moved on their own, her mind wandering to the fact that so few of her other friends had an interest in examining their magic again before the next villain came. Once was apparently enough for them. This only led to a tear coming down her face, the thought of Celestia making sure the forbidden ward was forbidden even to her, right in front of her eyes.
A black aura came from the side of her eyes, and a red flame went along the nodes, and caused the analyser to steam. She heard the hard working components whirring and clicking within, and shot her eyes open, before throwing away the guitar before she destroyed something.
For a few moments, she held her breath, waiting for something, anything to go wrong. But nothing blew up, not yet at least.
She slowly made her way over, before pulling the heated chip out of one of the ports. While she knew she should let it cool down, she was honestly hoping at this point that the letter was being true, as she could use a piece of chocolate right about now. She slid it in, and the screen showed a much faster graph, switching between highs and lows more rapidly than any of her friend’s magic, or even her own from in her room. It was still uniform, steady, and measurable, unlike the other one.
She let out a soft sigh, before picking up the chocolate and popping it into her mouth. The sweet cream slowly melted in her mouth, and she thought she tasted a hint of orange, just as she liked it. It didn’t improve her mood as much she would have liked though, as this only raised more and more questions. Sunset didn’t feel like facing them right now, not after where she had gone to for the test, and soon was locking the door to the lab, the package of chocolates in her backpack.

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Stuck in a Rut
“Aaah!” Rarity threw her pen upon her table, panting as she stared at the piece of paper in front of her. The lines were perfect and straight, all connected in what should be her next project, but it was wrong. Just like the rest, it was simply wrong! Rarity clenched her teeth, before crinkling it up into a ball and shoving it into the trash bin beside her, just like the rest.
She knew the rest of the sewing club would be looking at her now. Many had shown concern for the fashionista for awhile now, because apparently, growing ears and a longer hairstyle was not quite the best for one’s inspiration. She clenched the wood of the desk, breathing in deeply, before spinning around in her chair, and giving the other members a large smile. “So, how goes everyone’s works?”
Many members grumbled something almost incomprehensible. She glanced to her secretary and vice-president of the club, Coco Pommel, who was just looking to her desk still. She bit into her cheek, before standing up, brushing off any dust on the black yoga pants that hugged toned thighs, and smaller rump, before moving over. Looking over the shyer girl’s shoulder, Rarity saw a drawing of herself in a long, flowing dress and a new hairstyle. “It looks nice.”
Coco almost jumped out of her seat before slamming a hand down upon the paper, a blush coming over her cheeks.”You-you’re not supposed to see this, not yet at least.” She pulled the paper up, putting it over her small chest, before shrinking slightly at Rarity’s touch. Despite knowing the rampant rumors that ran between the two, Rarity liked running her fingers through Coco’s hair, and felt like it comforted the poor girl.
“How about I go into the back than and get you my measurements? I wouldn’t want you to make it, only for my chest to somehow stop it from fitting.” Rarity watched as a deeply crimson hue came over her protege, and began walking back. A soft smile came over her lips as she went into the ‘fitting’ room that was their back closet. She was happy that she would be able to repay Coco for having never been able to lead the club herself by graduating with her, and helping the shyer girl open a boutique with her. She might even then entertain the idea of trying out those rumors once they were stable.
Rarity had just pulled off her bra, letting her petite chest breath for a few moments as she looked for the measuring tape kept back there. While they were smaller than she would like, she was happy they were still bigger than Coco’s, and definitely beat Rainbow Dash by at least two sizes. Of course, she still would take any excuse she could get to measure them, and always hoped to find a few more inches so she could really have movie style curves.
As always though, they hadn’t budged, making her comfortable B cup bra still the right size. She sighed gently while moving the tape against her bust a bit more to see if she could find somewhere that would say one or two more inches, even if that wasn’t what she would tell Coco. It was not meant to be, and soon she had her black brazier back on, and buttoning her thicker white blouse up. She was happy she had found the nice fabric, or else she wouldn’t be able to wear the lacy fabric that contrasted so nicely with her milky skin.
She stepped out of the fitting room, one hand swiping her hair back as she smiled to those who had looked her way. She could see their worries lift from their faces, as she had hoped they would. She would try again tomorrow to figure out something to make, even if it was just a scarf or something, so there wasn’t a reason to worry. Rarity finally glanced towards her friend’s desk, but Coco wasn’t there, but instead at the door.
Coco smiled to the man who was just disappearing around the doorway as Rarity made her way over. “Thank you sir. I do hope you’re correct on how these may help her.”
Rarity raised an eyebrow, spotting what looked like either a pencil case, or small box of chocolates, in Coco’s hands. “Who was that?”
The smaller girl looked over her shoulder, before a slight, red tinge came over her cheeks. “Oh, would you like me to get him? He said this letter should tell you what you need to know, but since the gift is for you, I would imagine you would like to thank him.”
“Of course!” Rarity stepped forward and opened the door before looking to both sides of the long corridor outside. Neither way held the man though, or anyone for that matter. “Where did he go?”
Coco brought the box to her mouth, hiding the small pair of sucked in skin from her mentor. “I don’t know. He did say he had other places he had to be, and looked very official. Maybe he ran once I closed the door?”
Rarity bit into her cheek before closing the door, mentally shrugging to herself as she looked back to Coco. “I suppose.” She than giggled for a moment. “What if he was a secret admirer of mine, and ended up running so as to stay secret?”
Coco chuckled a little herself, happy to see Rarity back to her normal, playful self. “Maybe.” She then presented the box to Rarity. “Here it is by the way. He said it should be able to give you a new perspective, and that that might just help you get your inspiration back.” The insecure girl the paled, and almost chucked the box as she waved her hands in front of her face. “Not that your inspiration has left or anything!”
One of Rarity’s fingers placed itself upon Coco’s mouth, causing the other girl to become bright red. Rarity’s own radiant helped her relax though, and she soon took the box from Coco. She glanced within, spotting what looked like five white chocolate truffles within. She licked her lips before shutting it and looking back to Coco. “Don’t worry Co, I’m fine. I have been in a bit of a slump, but I’m almost certain that all I need is for something to get me excited on something other than weird ears or sirens again.” She then stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around Coco.
One person in the background whispered, “I ship it,” once Coco’s arms were around Rarity too, and the two spent a moment cherishing the others warmth. Eventually though, Rarity stepped back and waved her friend away. “I need to get to work, and so do you. My measurements haven’t changed since Christmas, so don’t worry about those.” She smiled one more time as Coco nodded, and ran back to her desk as Rarity did the same.
Once back to the slanted, wooden board and posh stool that made up her workstation, she opened the top of the chocolates, holding one as she read the letter.
Dear Miss Rarity,
As I know you’re a busy woman, I shall keep this short, but not too simple. If you take the five, once a day, you will find a shift in your mind that will lead you to ideas that your current state has so rarely traveled to. Add to that a body more fit for your dresses, and the bravery to wear any design you may create, and honestly, what do you have to lose?
With hopes of your name in lights,
Did
Rarity pursed her lips for a few moments, before slipping the chocolate into her mouth. She doubted anything would happen, as such miracle candy didn’t exist, or she would have heard of it. She already knew though that she would be enjoying thee chocolate throughout the week, as the taste was absolutely exquisite, possibly on par with the best Swiss makers she knew.
Rarity took one more, deep breath, before picking up her pencil. While she was not yet ready to make designs, the chocolate had brought up an interesting idea, and she began to doodle herself, and all of the most interesting forms she could possibly become. As she worked, the chocolate sat beside the top left corner, besides a drawing of Rarity as the next Marelyn Monroe.
Author's Note
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                    The Broken Consort                     
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The Broken Consort
Pinkie gently moaned, her tongue in the firm embrace of one she was quite familiar with. She ticked off a mental checklist as Button Mash continued with his practiced ease. A flick here, a curl there, a small tickle when she tapped him for one, it was just about as perfect as he ever got it. After almost a year of ‘seeing’ each other though, this would be usually expected.
What she hadn’t expected was the same problem that always came nowadays. Button’s hands slowly drifted down her back, gently brushing against her softer sides, before reaching for her bubble butt as he moaned back. Pinkie moved her own hands in response and began getting her tongue free of his in preparation. She slipped him off of her just before her pink skirt was touched.
She looked down into Button’s orange eyes and at his small smile, complete with a small bit of blush. Few believed he was a senior, or eighteen for that matter, but Pinkie did, and she hated being reminded like this. Not when this wasn’t what she was supposed to be.
Starting her freshman year, Pinkie had become a consort of sorts. If you needed to be able to say you had a girlfriend or have a girl to practice kissing with, she was your girl. Many guys, of course, had reached out for her, but as the years passed, and more of her crazier side got to be widespread knowledge, they all drifted away. Button was one of the two that still used her service. He was the closest guy to her, which only made it worse when she had to say no.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to get overly attached, even during our longer kisses.”
Pinkie shook her head, his words bringing her out of her thoughts. She bit into her lips, wanting to tell him to grope her. He didn’t do it every time they kissed, but when he did go for her ass or tits, it was always met with a stern no, even if her heart wanted to let him have her. She wasn’t ever going to sit down with one person, so why should she be so terrified? And yet, she still was, and now looked down. “Just, promise me you’ll try harder next time?”
Button held up a hand, and said, “I promise.”
It almost got Pinkie to laugh, and she hugged him one more time. “You have fun with your friends now.”
He rolled his eyes before giving her a devilish grin. “Yes, mom!”
Pinkie pointed back at him. “Think of that the next time you start reaching. It’ll help a ton!”
He paled, before slowly nodding and turning away. Pinkie giggled to herself as she watched him go, just before hearing a piece of paper fall onto what sounded like her backpack. She spun around on a dime, and only saw the trail end of a long cloak. She rushed forward, charging down the hall her and Button had been in, but looking around the whole wing of the school yielded nothing. She did not let that ruin her excitement though as she bounced back to the letter, and ripped it open.
Dear Miss Pie,
I must admit that a girl like you, even I would turn to. Few turn me on, but someone so crazy could trick even a con. But there is one thing you can’t commit, and it puts you in a fit. Five candies in this week, and your thoughts will become sleak. Button’s girlfriend may finally fulfil his demand, and your other pledge may finally taste more than sand. So, my crazy nut, are you ready to become a slut?  
Sincerely,  
Did
Pinkie bit into her cheek, staring at the letter for another few moments, before noticing the box that had been hiding beneath it. She slowly picked it up, her mind going over the words over and over again. For so long, she had feared that what she did made her a slut, but, as proven by earlier, she by no means was that comfortable where she was now. Button obviously wanted more, and if she didn’t do something soon, she could lose Moondancer’s interest, and she would end up all alone in the library again, something Pinkie would not allow to happen.
She opened the box and saw three small balls of milk chocolate within, as well as the warning of one a day written on the top. She took a deep breath, shutting her eyes as she thought. She still didn’t want to risk becoming a sex fiend of any sort, not with how much harder it would then become to actually be a person’s friend. You needed to care for more than just the body for that.
A shine came to her eyes as she could almost hear the ding sound in her brain go off. It seemed so simple, but those were by far the best plans, and the funnest sometimes. She stood up, giggling to herself as she dragged a finger over her left breast. “Cross my heart and hope too cry, stick a cupcake in my eye, I Pinkie Promise not to become a shameless slut, but a friend with benefits if that is what they desire!” She smiled, finally having said words she had wanted to for so long. One problem.
Her mouth had almost never been dryer.
She looked down to the candy box in front of her, and gingerly picked it up, before popping one into her mouth, her eyelids drooping as she munched. As nice as the pure, concentrated chocolate tasted, it just wasn’t enough to make her happy that she needed help becoming a friend who could do anything for another.
She could at least take solace in the fact that by the end of the week, she would be that friend.

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Southern Comfort
Applejack breathed in, her chest shaking as she stared at the mirror before her. Staring back was a scared woman, barely a woman, who shook in her boots. Her white shirt had the top button undone, allowing more of her orange skin to show, though her average bust stayed far from view. Just like a good farm girl’s should be. But is that how a good girlfriend should look?
She brought one hand to her head, stopping the twitching appendage only centimeters away. It was curled up, filled with emotion, pain, and denial. Those weren’t things Applejack was, no, could feel right now. Those were the emotions of the one in the mirror, and Applejack was stronger than that. Her hand slowly opened, and she stroked her fingers through the loose strands that had escaped her normally tight hair. Of course, she had the band to add to her braid in one hand, having enjoyed the feel of trying to tear out a clump of her hair with it back then, but it didn’t help much now. “Besides, you never take this out.”
She reached back, collecting her hair with one hand as she continued her steady breaths. The golden strands weren’t as nice as Rarity’s, but she liked to think she to think she took decent care of them. At the very least, she had less knots in it than her little sister Apple Bloom. She picked up the hair tie and reached back.
”I’ve always liked this ponytail of yours. It looks really nice.”
Applejack’s eyes widened more as she saw the football team’s captain’s face in the mirror. That smug bastard, just grinning at her, telling her how pretty she was, how wonderful her accent sounded, all of it being a bunch of lies done as a stupid prank on the innocent farm girl. Applejack shut her eyes, trying to regain her composure as every muscle in her body tensed. It was okay. She would be okay. That boy who had made her feel pretty for once instead of just good looking didn’t matter. His sweet nothings were just that, nothing. Unbuttoning her blouse for him while his idiot friends chuckled from the closet were nothing. She grit her teeth, the tears at the edges of her eyes deciding they needed to relocate.
That was the final straw. Applejack reeled back, her eyes snapping wide, this time seeing herself in the mirror. A gullible, stupid, fool, made to strip for a boy who didn’t even like her in school, only to get mocked. That girl wasn’t supposed to be her, but today, it was, and she hated it. Her fingers curled back up, the hair tie still in her hand as her arm got ready. It twitched forward…
And nothing happened.
Applejack tried moving her hand again and now felt the grip on her elbow. She looked back, her eyes wide as tears continued to make their way down, even while her body was in shock. In front of her was a grizzled old man with a white stubble, and clean brown hair. He smiled to her, letting go of her elbow and bringing back the cloaked hand. His whole body was almost drowned out in the black robe he wore, and it only added to the unsettlement that ran through Applejack. “This… this is the girl’s restroom.”
The odd man nodded as a small chuckle escaped him. “So it is. I should be able to go before anyone thinks of interrupting us. I mean, that’s what you were hoping, wasn’t it? To be alone while your broken heart had stitches forced upon it?”
She blinked a few more times before remembering about the tears and proceeded to glare at the stranger as she wiped them away with her sleeve. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I know you shouldn’t be here.”
He nodded, the cowl’s shadow barely not hiding the snaggletooth that stuck out over his bottom lip. “I suppose I shouldn’t be, but I thought one small rule being broken would be a worthy price to try to help a young girl find freedom, happiness, and strength.”
Applejack paused for a moment, before curling her fist and steeling her gaze. “I will not fall for sweet words for a second time in the same day. Now, leave, before I make sure security kicks you out.”
“Ah, yes, Soarin’s prank. How tragic that you couldn’t just say that you didn’t care, wasn’t it? I mean, would he even have had any power there if you had shrugged, or had the confidence to keep stripping?”
Applejack paled as she tried to speak. She had already thought about the phones that had been out in the locker room, but for even a creeper like this guy to know about it… She shut her eyes and pointed towards the wall. “Leave.”
“Even now, you let him control y-”
“I said leave!”
“No!”
The final word echoed through the restroom as she looked back into his eyes. There was a fire in the man’s eyes now, and she felt a chill run down her spine as his red gaze stayed upon her. He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “You are a proud woman who always has to fear showing any part of her body, something that has always baffled me. Because of this, you can be so easily abused, and it sickens me! I won’t stand to see it from you, and thus, I offer you this.”
His hand came down against hers, forcing a loud clap to echo against the tiles. She looked down and saw a small, rectangular box. “You might think its side effects were the worst in the world. Make you braver about your body, hornier, make all of your bras worthless, along with plenty of your shirts, and the formula will make sure your best shorts will barely fit. Add the only ‘positive’ effects being that your stamina will go up to max out your sex drive and the fact that you’ll get the chance to think clearly about keeping this by the end, and I know you’ll hate this. However,” he pulled her head up, and their eyes met as he breathed heavily, “I think you need this, even if you don’t. So, consider this a trial run, a pick me up so you can more easily show that jack off who didn’t know what he had all that he could have had. Deal?”
Applejack blinked a few times, before whispering, “So, you want me to become a bimbo or something?”
He rolled his eyes. “In a sense, though with only one candy a day, you’ll have time to decide, okay?”
She scowled at him for a moment as her thumb ran over the box. “I’m not really in the mood for poetry.”
The man shut his eyes. “How did I know you would be the most annoying?” He rubbed his forehead for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “Look, I have other places to go, others to see. I swear to be up to only slight trouble with this, but that with you, I mean only to unlock a side of you I always wished I’d seen more of. Still you, just… a funner you. Please, do think on it.”
Applejack leaned back on the sink she was in front of, now staring at the box in her hands. If he wasn’t lying, or skewing the facts, it honestly didn’t sound like the worst. Something to mend her heart, make her feel pretty again, and make that bastard Soarin pay were all pluses in her book. He even said he would let her try to undo the changes if she didn’t like it and if she couldn’t put up with them for five days. “Sir…”
She looked up and saw that the man was gone. All trace of him had been removed, with the only new object being a calling card for a Mr. Did on one of the trashcans. A chill went down her spine as she realized that she never even asked how he hoped these would do all they had promised to. “And now he seemingly disappears into thin air. How comforting.”
Applejack tried to tell herself not to even look at the box. Just throw it away, in case it was more weird magic stuff like this year had been full of. It would make her life simpler… but not happier, and the woman she looked at in the mirror begged her for that happiness. Begged her to take the candies, if not just for the chance.
The box’s cover slipped off, and she looked within. Whoever the man was, he had good taste, having included jelly fruits within. She popped one of the green, sugary slices into her mouth and shut her eyes. “Well, at least he was nice enough to give me some good, pear flavored candy, even if the rest of him was just some stupid coot.”
One more glance into the mirror, and she knew that she hoped he wasn’t. She hated it, but she would do anything for a chance right now.

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              A New Hope for a Broken Shelter              
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A New Hope for a Broken Shelter
Fluttershy breathed in deeply as she measured out the last of the dog food. They were supposedly going to get some donated from a local store soon, but if that soon didn’t become tomorrow, they would probably need to dip into their own pockets, as they barely had enough to keep the old place. One of the dogs soon disrupted her thoughts as it barreled her over. She giggled as it pawed over her, and started eating from one of the dishes.
“Now, Miss Fluttershy, you know that it’s wrong to fraternize with our guests.”
Fluttershy blushed deeply, especially when she opened her eyes and saw a certain part of the dog was over her while it ate. She let out a small squeal before her boss helped the dog move away from her, freeing the trapped woman. She gladly took his smooth hand, and blushed even more when he pulled her into a hug, just like so many times before. “S-sorry, Mr. Cros.”
A quick step away put distance between her and the admittedly attractive, middle aged man. If not for his scruffy, graying beard that he now stroked, one would think he was in his mid thirties instead of nearing his latter fifties. Age had done him well though, as he stood almost a foot taller than Fluttershy in a fine, italian suit, and his brown, slicked back hair framed a strong, angular face. His yellow eyes glinted as he smiled and pat her on the head. “I just wish my heart didn’t jump anytime I saw you in such a position. Luckily, our dogs are neutered, so my fears will never come true.”
Fluttershy was almost the shade of a stop sign as she stammered. While she enjoyed working with her boss and knew his mind was one of the best she had ever seen, it unfortunately was also one of the more… distressing, especially with the lack of censorship he used around the workplace. “Y-yes, that is quite good to hear.”
Mr. Cros nodded before turning back to the door. “Once you’re done out here, I want you to get Angel and meet me in my office. Understand?”
As soon as she nodded, he left her alone with the dogs. Fluttershy swallowed hard before beginning to put the dishes on the ground, making sure each dog at least had a chance to get some food. While she watched, her thoughts turned to why he might want her and Angel, especially the Angel bit. Mr. Cros and the little bunny didn’t exactly get along most of the time, which was a real shame to her. She loved the little bunny, and if her dad weren’t allergic, she would have brought him home years ago.
Soon, she herself was swiftly slipping through the halls of the shelter, her backpack bouncing slightly as she moved. She tried to wave to as many of the puppies, kittens, ferrets, and the like as she could, but she hated making her boss waiting any longer than was necessary. She only hoped that Angel wasn’t going to be too angry with her for the turbulent movements.
The moment she stepped into the main office, normally a warm sight with its antique, wooden desk, chairs, and drawers, she saw only white. Fluttershy stepped back before throwing her hands over her eyes, a small gasp escaping her, especially once she felt her back hit the wall. Her eyes were still fuzzy when she heard Mr. Cros’s voice. “Well, looks like it’s a good thing I won’t be using that camera.”
She tried looking through her fingers, spots still forming in her sight as she furiously blinked. Fluttershy did think she saw a beret on her boss’s head as he was pulling out some sort of large brick. “Wh-what are you talking about, Ssir?”
He didn’t respond to her, but instead placed a cool, soothing hand over her eyes, causing the shy woman to jump slightly. When he pulled his hand away, she no longer saw spots, but instead his beautiful, yellow eyes and a gleaming smile. She swallowed hard, her heart feeling like it was going to burst out of her chest as she looked around for anything to talk about. One look at the large, film style camera in his hands, and she had that. “Wh-what is that?”
He lifted it up, his grin only growing large as he didn’t move away. “It’s from my days as an artist! I thought that since we need more money and more adoptions, we could start one of those web page… thingys, with our animals on display. I couldn’t think of even better accompaniment though...,” he placed a hand on the side of Fluttershy’s cheek, her whole body getting goosebumps as the playfulness left his tone and he stated, “...than you.”
“I… I’m really not good for something like this. I’m too nervous, scared-”
“-Meak, brittle, etcetera etcetera.” Mr. Cros’s hand moved to her chin, and she was forced to meet his eyes, their faces only centimeters from each other now. “You’re also one of the most beautiful girls in this town, if not country, and care for these animals like few others will ever be capable of. I do not know anyone else I would want to help me because of that.”
Fluttershy’s whole body trembled as her red cheeks burned like suns. “Yo-You’re not supposed to lie sir.”
He opened his mouth, before seeming to only now take notice of her discomfort, and stepped back. “If that is what makes you most comfortable, than I will apologize about your looks. However, do you really think I’m wrong about the animals?”
She glanced to him, holding her shoulder as she thought. “N-no?”
“No, I’m not, and that emotion is important. So, please...,” he lifted the camera to his eyes, “... can you bring out Angel and try one, innocent picture?”
Fluttershy took in a deep, shaking breath. She knew a website really could help them, and while all of this scared her to an amazing degree, it was a good way to get the revenue they needed. Her body trembled as she flipped her backpack around and slowly pulled out her little, miffed rabbit, having barely escaped crushing because Fluttershy couldn’t do that to him. She then slid him in front of the camera, where the small rabbits nose twitched, and she tried to smile.
This lasted all of a second once Mr. Cros brought the camera up.
The flash went off right after Fluttershy moved her hands up. Looking to the picture he got, Mr. Cros frowned. Fluttershy saw the picture next, and blushed hard. While she had managed to cover her face like she had hoped, her heaving bosom and tender thighs were on full display as her knees buckled, and her arms pushed her breasts out. “So-sorry, Ssir.”
Mr. Cros sighed to himself as he stepped away. After a few minutes of quiet silence, the man reached into his desk. “Tell me, do you wish you could help me in this?, Cause pictures like that aren’t for the public’s view, not for a cause like ours.”
A blush came over her cheeks, but not for the mention of the photo. She truly did want to help her animals, but it was the same thing that had stopped her so many times before that stopped her now. It had almost cost her her job when she first got here even..., but the owner then had been willing to take her, and Mr. Cros kept her when he came into owning the building a few months ago. “I… I do. I truly do.”
“Then, I want you to eat one of these...,” he said as he placed a thin, white box into her hand, “...every day. They’ll cause you to start becoming less worried, less shy, and more confident in your actions and body. This may make you a bit looser about what may show, such as being able to show cleavage and all, but if by the end of the week, you don’t like what it has done to you..., we’ll have all the pictures we need, and I can get the effects reversed.”
Fluttershy blinked as she looked within and saw five, white chocolate rabbits, her favorite. “That… that’s a lot to take in. What do you mean?”
He took in a deep breath, before shaking his head. “I suppose I just shouldn’t do a sales pitch for this one.” Cros looked her dead in the eyes, not even flinching as he said, “It will make you more confident by making you sluttier.”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened before felt Angel jump out of her other hand, now allowing her to cover her mouth. “S-sir, you know that… that, um, uh-”
“That you would never be okay with that, even if I told you that you could still say no, or that I could reverse it. I just had to try, okay?” He shook his head for a moment. “I’ll just look for another model thean. She may not be as good as you, but they’ll have to do.”
She watched him for a few more moments as he slipped into his chair and began clicking and typing. He seemed genuinely sad about this, even if it was a ludicrous idea. She could never be slutty by any means, let alone let a candy do it to her. She was simply too scared, even to put her face on the internet. She shut her eyes at that one, and let her mind drift away from the failure, but instead to the sweeter words about her looks and devotion. A light bulb turned on as she heard him in her mind, and she cleared her throat. “Cros, sir?”
He glanced over to her. “Yes?”
“Wh-what do you think of my shyness?”
He spun his chair over, now looking at her. He scratched his chin, before rattling on the desk that he had brought with him when he took over the shelter. “Well, I find it cute, and completely you. It’s so much you that I doubt a year on that candy would make a guy be able to grope you and get you into bed, just because you would run from the groping. You’re a shy girl, and I like that, or else I would have never hired you.”
Fluttershy stood there for a few moments. She couldn’t believe how he had said it. It was obviously a compliment, but her natural response was to blush and hide from it, all because he had also gone secual with it. That was the last straw.
With a flick of the wrist, she grabbed the first bunny, and threw it into her mouth. She then stamped her foot down and barely squeaked out, “I… I’ll do the website.”
Mr. Cros looked over, before smiling ever so slightly, showing a long, hooked fang that peaked out from beneath his top lip. “That’s wonderful. We’ll start tomorrow.”
Author's Note
Sorry for the long pause, and the more likely pause coming up. However, you can enjoy the first chapter once more by the person who is reading it: Scarlett Blade!
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