If there’s one thing that every student learned about Pinkamena Diane Pie, it’s that she was as strong and fast as her friends Applejack and Rainbow Dash.

“Pinkie, Ah’m capable of walking myself. So, let me go,” Applejack said, as she was dragged around in a headlock.

“No time. We have to...” large inhale, “SAVE THE WORLD!” Pinkie said, smiling as she ran down the hall.

Applejack, struggling to break Pinkie’s hold on her, looked at her in disbelief and said, “Can ya stop with all yer crazy talk, Pinkie? And it’s getting hard to breathe, so let me go.”

Pinkie stopped and let her go, an apologetic smile on her face as she said, “Sorry, cousin.”

Applejack picked herself up and said, “It’s fine, sugarcube.” As she got up, Applejack saw that they were in the science wing of the school. “But Pinkie, we need to be careful. or we’ll end up just like the principal or Sunset.”

“It wouldn’t be a bad thing if we stayed ourselves,” Pinkie mumbled, glaring at Applejack’s rack.

Applejack was confused at why Pinkie was staring at her chest, before remembering they said she had changed, though her memories said otherwise. She could tell they weren’t lying at the time though. The thought that something could possibly change her and she couldn’t stop it, or even notice it had changed her, caused her to shiver.

“Pinkie, Applejack. What’re you doing here?”

Both of them turned around to see Snips and Snails walking towards them.

“Snips, Snails, what’re ya doing here?” Applejack asked, eyeing them suspiciously. Those two always ended up in some kind of trouble, whether it was due to someone who forced them or of their own free will.

“Yeah, aren’t you suppose to be in the lunchroom?” Pinkie asked, as she knew everyone and their schedules by heart. How she remembers all that and more confused her friends to no end.

“Yeah, but we decided to get out of there as soon as we were done,” Snips said with a shrug.

“Um, yeah. Everyone there was talking about a few rumors,” Snails said slowly, as he scratched his head.

“What rumors?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head to the side.

“All we heard was that some hot girl with huge breasts made everyone uncomfortable earlier,” Snails said, looking a bit lost.

“Everyone was saying that she ate everything in a hot way or something like that. Wish we saw that,” Snips said a bit disappointed.

Pinkie and Applejack shared a look, knowing who this mystery girl was. Luckily for them, the boys were too busy fantasizing about the girl to see their look.

“That, um ….sounds nice,” Pinkie said, as she looked and smiled nervously. She couldn’t give them any idea that they knew who the mystery girl was, as they won’t stop hounding her.

“Yeah, but that’s not all,” Snips said.

Both of the girls were curious on what else they heard, as it might help them on their search.

“Uh, we heard some girl is gonna host a party to end all parties and be the Party Queen,” Snails said slowly.

That wasn’t what they needed to hear, as it got so quiet that you could have heard a moth fart. Pinkie began to lose her smile, and frowned as her poofy hair fell flat.

“What did you say?” Pinkie asked the boys, in slight anger.

Snips and Snails were a bit freaked out at Pinkie’s sudden change and started to back up a bit. Snips being a bit braver of the two, as Snails hid behind the smaller boy, said, “I-It was a rumor we hea-”

Pinkie appeared in front of the boy, grabbed his collar, and said angrily, “WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?!”

“We just heard the girl wants to be the Party Queen. That’s all we know. PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” Snips said with Snails joining at the end. The both of them closed their eyes, waiting for the pink haired girl to hurt them, but she just let them go.

Walking away from them, Pinkie was muttering something to herself until till she said, “Some girl thinks she can beat me, Pinkamena Diane Pie, the well known party queen? Oh, she has another thing coming if she thinks she’ll get away from this injustice.”

Applejack gave her cousin a strange look and said, “What in the blue blazes are ya talk-”

“No time, Jacky. Mama Pinkie needs to find this so called party girl and show her why no one steps in my turf,” Pinkie said as she ran down the hall, away from Applejack and leaving a dust cloud in her wake.

It took Applejack a moment to figure out what happened and said, “Damnit, Pinkie, we don’t have time for this.”

She ran in the direction as her crazy cousin/friend. Following Pinkie was difficult but not impossible as Applejack was just as fast as her rainbow haired friend. But luck wasn’t on her side, as Pinkie made one too many turns, causing Applejack to lose track of her.

Sighing out loud, Applejack started to walk around to see if she could find anything to this changing mystery. Deciding that she better search some classrooms, Applejack walked to the first door on her right. Opening the door, she found herself in an empty classroom.

Walking inside, she said, “Might as well start here.” With that said, Applejack began to search the room for anything weird or out of place. After searching in five classrooms and wasting 30 minutes, Applejack decided to just find Pinkie and return to the music room.

After leaving the classroom, Applejack saw something glinting near the lockers down the hall. Walking towards the lockers, she picked up what appears to be a purple bracelet with a red gem.

As she examined it, Applejack couldn’t help but ponder, “Wonder if this is Rares? It certainly looks pretty…” As she looked at it, she couldn’t help admiring how beautiful it was or how the gem seemed to shine. There was something about the bracelet that was telling her it was trouble, but she ignored the feeling.

With a slight dopey smile, Applejack said, “Ah’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to try it on.” She stood up and clasped the bracelet to her wrist. Turning her hand around, Applejack saw that the gem was the same red as her… fingernails?

She thought it was strange, as she didn’t use any nail polish recently. Remembering that she had more important things to do, Applejack went to go find Pinkie.

Walking down the hall, she didn’t notice that the bracelet’s gem started to glow.

As she continued on her way, her boots begun shifting with every step she took. With one step, Applejack’s boots became shorter. Another step, and her boots resembled work boots, and another step turned them into regular sneakers. After a while, the dull thuds of her shoes became the loud clicks of heels, soon rising to a high point as the heels grew and her steps became more dainty.

Her skirt began to get tighter to the point of being a pencil skirt as it lengthen down her legs. As it reached her calves, the skirt begun to split up the middle. The slit traveling up the front and back of the skirt, while the bottom began to connect to each leg as it changed to baggy pants.

Her ass and thighs continued to grow from slightly big to the point where you could bounce a quarter off them, causing her walk to gain significant sway to her step.

Applejack, unaware of her changes, began to think of how her search was getting no results. Musing aloud, she said, “We need some more eyes and ears on this.”

Her transformation didn’t stop as her breasts gained more volume and bounce. Applejack’s shirt began to lose its neckline, struggling to contain her growing assets.

“Maybe Ah should ask a few of ma classmates for help,” Applejack said.

The pure white of her shirt started to darken and tighten. The sleeves traveled up the arm, shrinking as a few more bracelets formed on her arms.

“But ah’ll have to give them something.”

The pants shifted to the point of being skin tight as the material changed from rough blue denim to smooth blue leather as her ass swelled and thighs toned.

“After all, Ah-,” having to pause a moment to clear her throat, she then continued in a sultry voice, “I can give quite the reward when someone pleases me,” she said huskily, as she imagined the kind of rewards she’d give.

Her shirt finished its morph into a tight black corset as her breasts stopped growing at F-cups.

Continuing on her way, Applejack saw two of her classmates, Normal Norman and Blueberry Cake. With her earlier thoughts still fresh in Applejack’s mind, she decided to talk them into helping her, while her ponytail unravelled behind her.

Walking towards them with a sway in her hips, Applejack sultrily moaned, “Oh Norman, Blueberry…!”

The two mentioned looked at her and suddenly blushed. Norman stuttered, “Who’re, wait ...Applejack?”

Stopping in front of them, Applejack paused before replying, a confused look on her face, “Sorry, darling, but it’s Applejewel.” Applejewel grabbed Norman’s chin, lightly and said, “And I need a little favor, cutie.”

“W-What do y-you need?” Norman said, as he focused on the sexy girl holding him. His eyes wondered down to her massive cleavage, unaware that a light coat of red lipstick appeared on her pouty lips along with some green eyeshadow.

“And what makes you think we’ll do anything for you? You may look like Applejack, but you’re not her. Just some faker whom we don’t know. What makes you think we’ll help a total stranger?” Blueberry said, eyeing Applejewel and her outfit, not noticing the lipstick.

Applejewel grabbed Blueberry as well and said, “Oh, I am not gonna forcing you to do anything, dear. If anything, I am willing to reward you for the help.” Looking down at herself, she smiles before giving a playful pout, “... and what do you know? I don’t have any money on me. Guess I’ll just have to pay you…” she let them go, trailing her hands down their chests, playfully stroking Blueberry’s chest with one while tracing her other towards Norman’s groin, “...in other ways.”

Pleased at their pleasured gasps, she did a twirl that left her shrinking pants just barely hanging on to her hips, confidently beginning to strut away a few steps before turning back to wink at the two, “...Well... interested?”

Norman and Blueberry were sweating, the sexy bombshell having thrown them both for a loop. Despite considering herself straight, Blueberry was having a hard time taking her eyes of of her free-flowing, glittery smooth hair, her outfit that was so skin tight that her every curve was on display, leaving nothing to the imagination. Before any of them could give her an answer though, Pinkie fell out the ventilation shaft.

“Okay, Third time’s the charm-Hey, AJ!” Pinkie said, dusting herself off. “Nice outfit! Anyways, I was looking all over for you. I couldn’t find the faker, but then I remembered we were looking for something anyway and came to get you so let’s go!” Pinkie said, grabbing Applejack, dragging her down the hall, having left two very confused, yet aroused, classmates.

The two looked at each other’s flushed expressions before awkwardly turn away. Norman scratched his arm and said, “You think she meant a three way...?” Blueberry didn’t answer at first, but eventually said, “...Who said we needed her that?” Both of them blushed harder, as Norman turned to face her and said, “Well, we’re both… frustrated.” Blueberry then added as she turned towards him with a bashful, yet playful, smirk, “...and you’re not what I’d call ugly, so...”

“Janitor’s closet?”

“...Janitor’s closet.”

As the two fled into the nearby closet, a poignant silence entered the hall. A silence soon disrupted from far away, as Pinkie Pie lets loose a belated screeching scream of realization.

“-ew outfit...?! Not you too, AJ!!!”

In the music room

A girl yawned as she got up and stretched, a nearby purple backpack ruined near her feet. Looking at the clock hanging above the door, she scratched her whisker-covered cheek and she said, “When will they get back? Watching over these things are lame and boring.”

Walking around the room, she begun to look for anything to help amuse herself, her long modest cheerleading uniform trailing around her legs. “Hope nothing happened to them…”

Pausing in her pacing, she looked over her rough dark nails through the frills of the pom poms in her hands and pondered a moment. “...Wonder if Rarity left her nail kit here. She’s always great with helping others look good… And these nails need a major do-over,” the girl said, as she began searching through some drawers along the walls of the music room.

While looking around the room, her feet, which had sandals on, showed her claw-like nails shrinking to a more normal look. Tightening around her feet, the sandal straps widened, all while her fingernails seemed to thin out from their more doggish thickness in turn.

Her fur was receding into her skin in the few patches that remained, while her eyes began to change from their dog like look to a more human shape. Behind her and underneath her skirt a tail, while wagging, was slowly shrinking into her spine until its wagging stopped completely, soon vanishing from her back.

As she was going through Rarity’s clothing rack, her green locks grew while her floppy ears began to get shorter, raising up and becoming more rounded on the top. Her cheeks slowly lost the whiskers one by one as they retreated into her face, soon leaving beautifully smooth skin behind.

“Hopefully, they don’t let what they’re looking for change them like it did the principal...”

Author's Note

Another new chapter with the help of Regreme.

It may be hard to figure out what happen to Applejack. Just imagine Applejewel fused with Adagio Dazzle's way of speaking.