Pitch and Crescendo were, like, kind enough to come back after I had, like... finished, and carry my fallen, tired body to my new room and lie down asleep under the covers.

I woke up the next morning and let out a yawn as I got of bed. I wasn't even up for, like, a full minute when I heard a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I opened the door and greeted who was on the other side. It was some redheaded young male, with two identical males standing beside him. Triplets, perhaps?

"Should I know you?"

"Hi! Not necessarily. We're stagehands. We set up props before the show went live last night. Could we come in?"

"I ... suppose." I say, moving aside and allowing him and his clones in.

"So this is the room." The speaker of the group said. "The room of our new starlet, Rarity."

"Yes, well, I'm not sure I'd go that far just yet ..." I humbly twirl my fingers through my hair. "How well did last night's show sell?"

"Pretty well. Better than what we've been experiencing." He says, continuing to observe the room before turning around to me. "Rarity?"

"Yes?"

"Would you show me and my brothers a proper lady?"

My eyes widened and totally lose their color, turning monotone. My body stiffens up.

"Yes." I answered, getting down on my knees. "A proper lady ..."

All three of the boys unzip, eager to have their way with me. They pull down my nightgown and each one of them makes their way into all of my major orifices, the speaker gently pushing his tool into my mouth. He moans as I begin to suck and suck.

It doesn't take long before they're all orgasming, all of them spewing delicious spunk inside of me. Oooh ... so good. Mmm. The one with his tool inside my mouth moans as I continue to suck him.

"Oooh ... ooh ... do you like that, Rarity? Do you like to suck?"

"Mmm." I moan, pulling my lips away from him. “Yes. I love to suck ... but I love to swallow even more, hee-hee!” I resume sucking.

He obliges me, drowning my throat with another thick load of seed, mmm ... the fact that this is happening so early in the morning only makes it taste even better!

Aaah, aaah.... goodness. My head hurts, but the rest of me feels amazing. So warm. So full of... 'love.' Oh, I think … I think I’m having a hard time thinking. So hard to think about anything isn’t sucking. But what do I care? I don't care, I'm a proper lady, and I don't need words, just nice thick pair of lips to suck and kiss with me.

“That’s it.” The lead said. “Suck and swallow, Rarity. Discord wants you to be a nice and curvy, stupid bimbo who can’t think for herself beyond the next load she’s going to swallow, and he gave us all plenty enchantments to do all kinds of fun stuff to you, like making your boobs bigger … and brain smaller, as well as some props to help make sure that happen. and I’m not worried about telling you this because you’re going to find it hard to remember anything when you’re lying on the ground, full of seed. Well, that and it’ll wipe your memories of this conversation, but whatev.”

His member pulsates, increasing in width before shooting another load down my throat. I roll my eyes back, feeling my body go limp, slumping towards the floor, almost lifeless except for the movement of my lips still trying to suck. I feel a faint warm sensation in my breasts, as if all of their seed is going towards them instead of my stomach.

The boys finish and begin to pull themselves out of me, to my disappointment. We were having so much fun, too ... but I am getting kinda of full. A little. Not a lot, teehee. They zip themselves and exit out the door without saying anything else.

My boobs start to, like, jiggle. They bounce up and down as they stretch, growing in size, expanding until they're, like, times one half the size they were before ... and they were never small to begin with, so they were pretty big now, eh-heh!

"Mmm ..." I moan, falling onto my back. I begin to rub myself, playing with my grown boobies. Oh, they're soft, mmm ...

"Rarity?" Pitch enters the room, the door having been left open. He blushes and covers his eyes when he sees what I'm doing. "Oh my, um. I'll come back later, but we should discuss getting ready for our next play."

"Okay." I tell him happily, smiling as I press my palms down on my boobs. "I'll be ... right there." I moan and roll over onto my side, continuing to rub. Pitch clears his throats and hurries on his way to leave.

()

After having my fill of playing with my chest, I dress up in a professional pink dress and go into the office, where Crescendo is looking over a few pages of something with Pitch standing next to him.

“Ah, Rarity. Have a seat.” Pitch gestures me to the chair, and I sit down, setting my … firm rear down on the chair. Ooh, every part of me feels so sensitive.

“Pitch and I were going over our next option for a play.” Crescendo holds up the papers towards me. “We were thinking this one. We thought you might like it. It’s about a genie who longs to be free.”

“I see.” I take the script from him and flip through it. I look up at him. “Crescendo, darling?” I bend over slightly, letting him look down my top. I curl my hair around my finger to distract him from what I’m doing. “Could I have a look at my contract again, pretty please?”

Crescendo looks uncertainly to Pitch. “Er, yes, I believe that would be okay.” He pulls out a paper from a drawer and slides the contract over the desk to me.

I pick it up and look at it. It’s all here, everything, the clause about having sex in exchange for pay if it’s … insufficient, the amount I’m to be paid, and what my job is. 'Female lead in all plays pending the appointment of a successor.’

I tap my fingers against the page. 150 dollars a night!? I'm not convinced that's a living wage.

“Is ... something wrong, Rarity?” Crescendo asks.

“No … well, a little bit.” I lay the contract down on the table. “I think you could stand to be paying me a little more.”

“This is already plenty.” Crescendo says. “We’re struggling as it is.”

“I know, darling, I know. But I’m something quite special, and I assure you, I am worth paying to have around.” I shift to show off my boobs for him.

“Rarity, why don’t you show-”

Crescendo interrupts Pitch before he can finish. “That won’t be necessary, brother. I’m sure Rarity and I can work something out.”

“Indeed we can. We’re both two, mature, reasonable adults, aren’t we?” I pick the contract back up again and review it before putting it back down. “Tell you what. If the next play exceeds … let’s say … thirty percent of its expected earnings, I get a hundred-dollar bonus for fiscal payout.” Yes, 250 sounds better.

“Seems fair to me.” Crescendo says. That was a rather quick response. No negotiation, no haggling or hassling? Is he trying to hide something from me?

“Rarity, you’re staring.” Crescendo says.

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes. What’s the matter?”

“It’s just … you agreed to my terms awfully quickly.” I say. “You’re not hiding something from me, are you?”

Crescendo raises an eyebrow at me. He raises up his hand and snaps his fingers.

And I feel like I’m suffering a temporal whiplash. Suddenly, the salty taste of seed is flooding all my mouth. I lick my lips, struggling to focus and think about anything with this … imaginary spooge in my mouth.

“Now, if there’s nothing else you want to change about the contract …” Crescend says, offering his hand to shake on the deal.

“No.” I answer, not really thinking about it as I shake his hand.

“Good.” Crescendo snaps his fingers again.

I let out a burp, the taste disappearing from my mouth. “Oh my. Excuse me. How unladylike.” I forget the details of the conversation, just that I’ve agreed to a new contract. “So, we’re all set here?”

“Yes … with one other catch.” Crescendo lifts a finger.

“With one catch.” Crescendo lifts a finger.

I hear a knock echoing from across the hallway.

“There’s been an annoying news crew making a nuisance of themselves trying to cover our theater in our ‘downward spiral,’ as they put it, towards our ‘inevitable curtain call and demise.’ That will be them now. You have to go answer the door for them.”

“Is that all?” I say, getting up and taking his hand. We shake on it, and I head out the door to greet this news crew.

… Funny. One would think I would have thought to renegotiate the part about them using sex to pay me. Oh well. I-I’m sure I can find the time to rearrange that soon. But thinking about it makes me feel good … feel warm inside, mmm …

… Anyway.

I answer the front door, running my hand through my hair as a distraction. They are two men waiting there, one dark-haired with a microphone, one blonde with a photo camera. They both seem quite surprised to see me, no doubt not expecting a beautiful lady bimbo like me such a worn down place.

The mic breathes onto his hand to try make himself look cool.

I tilt my head at him, crossing my arms and resting on the door. “Can I help you, darlings?”

“Um, yes.” The microphone carrier says. “We’re with the Itsallatrap News. We were hoping to get a few statements from the performers and a few more photos in of this theater before it’s run down, bought out, and torn down.”

“Hmph. Well, darlings, I’m afraid for today you’re going to have to answer to me, and I don’t feel like answering to many questions.” I giggle, uncrossing my arms, resting my hand on the wall, letting just a teeny bit of my bra strap peek out. “But feel free to take as many pictures as you like.”

“I see.” The mic carrier nods, and I move aside to let the photographer in. He begins snapping away, taking pictures of the stage and seats.

“So, who are you?” The mic man asks.

“I’m Rarity.”

“How long have you been working here?”

“Oh, not long. I was just hired a day or two ago.”

“Ah. Hiring some sex appeal to try and bring business back in?

“Oh, you stop with that. We put on a play last night. It was a lovely performance.”

“Care to tell me about it?”

“I … would, except …” That’s odd. I can hardly seem to remember anything about what went on during that play. You’d think I’d at least remember the lines I had to memorize. All I can recall is feeling warm … so very warm.

“It was … warm.” I tell him.

“I see.” The mic man says. The camera flash goes off again out in the corner of my eye. And again. “So, tell me, Rarity, have you always been like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean -”

I’m not quite sure what he said after that. The camera’s flash went off right in my face, and I was blinded and dazed. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I hear his voice through his shadow, though distorted.

“Did you have surgery, or have your boobs always been like that?”

I continue feeling dazed. My eyes can’t focus, even as the flash is beginning to fade away. I, somewhat self-consciously, wrap my arms under my boobs and prop them up slightly.

“My boobs … have always been this big.” I murmur. Goodness, it feels like there are little purple spirals in my eyes.

The mic man smirks. “Great. That’s all I needed to know. Have a nice day now.”

He and his photographer leave. I barely raise my hand and wave at them. “Have a … nice day.”

“Ooh …” I close the door and turn away, putting a hand on my head. I blink, and after a few minutes, the fog begins to clear up, and I no longer have such a painful headache.

But what I do have is a desire building, swelling up inside me. I need to go find, like, someone …

You know what I mean, darling. Someone to … like … suck.

I heard a pounding noise, a sound I recognize as a hammer meeting nails. I follow it and walk up to the stage, where I see a handsome young man hard at work, bent over and pounding nails into the floor. He wipes his brow and lets out a sigh.

“Excuse me, young man?” I walk over to him. “What are you doing?”

“Me?” He asks, looking up at me. “Ah, just trying to set up the stage. This creaky old thing needs some maintenance and upgrading. Wouldn’t want our actors falling through the floor, would we?”

“No, I imagine we wouldn’t.” I walk around him, tapping his foot with mine. That gets his attention. “My, you look like you’re working up a sweat, darling.”

“Yeah. It’s not easy work. Gotta bend over all day, hammering away until all these nails are good and firm inside the floor.”

Hmm, firm ...

“I bet you could use a break, darling.” I say, beginning to pull down on my dress, and running one hand over my body, down from my breasts towards my lap.

“Yeah … maybe.” He reorients himself, sitting down and spreading his legs out.

“How old are you, darling?” I ask. He certainly has a very youthful face.

“‘Bout twenty.”

“Twenty … you’re still young, then …” I pur, walking around him and brushing my hand on his shoulder. “My good fellow … have you ever been intimate with a woman before?”

“N-no.” He stutters, blushing as he realizes what I’m doing and what I’m talking about.

I walk away from him and turn to face him. I pull further down on my dress, exposing my bra strap again. I grab hold of the strap and tug on it, bouncing my boob up and down.

“Would you like to?”

He pushes himself up, a tent already being pitched in his pants. “I would.”

I gesture him over with my finger. “Come here, darling. Let me show you how it’s done …”

He gets up and runs towards me. I stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder before he runs me over. I get down on my knees and set to work on his pants, unzipping them, pulling his belt out, and then pulling his pants and boxers down all at once, letting his member hang exposed.

I run my tongue over my lips in anticipation before wrapping my mouth around his wonderful tool. He’s so thick and hardened up … he feels solid. I suck and slurp at him, pulling him deeper into my mouth, lapping my tongue at the sides of his equipment. I feel it begin to pulse before too long.

“Aaah … aaah …” He moans. The pulsing increases. It’s rapid, pounding, throbbing my mouth.

“Mmmmmm.” Yes, darling, yes! Give me more! Show me your love for me through your body!

“Aaaaah!” He moans and dives down, dragging us both to the floor, with his member now pointed straight down in my mouth. Maybe he knows more about this than he’s letting on it.

I can feel him getting close now. I can feel his member getting taut, tightening up before it’s ready to deliver and …

“AAH!”

He screams out as he orgasms, shooting a tiny bit of spooge down my throat.

… that’s it? All that build-up, all that suckling, for that? This is my reward? This is what I get for being a good girl? A tiny release that barely qualifies as a drop?

Sigh. I suppose I can’t be too mad at him. He is still young and inexperienced. He needs some some sort of mentor to show him the ropes …

“Haa …” He moans as he pulls himself out from me. Well, I might not be satisfied, but he most definitely is. “Thank you ... ?”

“Rarity.”

“Thank you, Rarity. That was amazing …”

He pulls his trousers up from his ankles and sets to work making himself decent again. After getting dressed, he goes back to work, hammering nails into the floor, though he seems a bit … distracted after what I did. I hope he doesn’t hurt himself.

I sit up and sigh, resting my cheek on my palm. That was … actually quite disappointing, really. Is it, like, so hard to ask that, when I suck a man and give him the ultimate pleasure, he rewards me and pleasures me back by streaming a massive load of hot thick seed down my throat? Is that too much to expect?

“Rarity!” Crescendo shouts at me from the edge of the stage. “We need to start getting ready for the play!”

Oh, right. The next play. I sigh again as I get to my feet. Oh well. At least I’ll have something to distract me and take my mind off the disappointment …

“Okay, we need to get our costume department working on something.” Crescendo tells me, walking me away from the stage with a clipboard in his hand. “I’m thinking something that goes well with your complexion, Rarity. Something purple?”

“Sounds good to me.” I say. I look down at my chest, at my breasts, which sway with my every step. I wrap my arms around them. I smile, getting an idea. “Say, Crescendo?”

“Yes?”

“I was thinking … and, well, I have this nice, round huge boobies, don’t I?”

“Hmph. You think those are huge? Just you wait …”

“What?”

“Nothing. Carry on.”

“Well, I was thinking …” I tap my finger to my cheek. “What if we could use them to lure people to the play? We make the costume … ill-designed, and then, at unfortunate moment, bam, pow!” I slam my fist into my head. “Wardrobe malfunction, exposing my breasts for the whole audience to see!” I smile and giggle, my boobs jiggling up and down ever so slightly. “What do you think?”

Crescendo rubs his chin with the tip of his pen. “I like it, I like it! Oh. We’ll need to put a parental advisory warning in the play, though. If there were tykes in the audience who experienced their first encounter with sexuality via being flashed your boobs, and word got out that we knew it was going to happen ahead of time, it would drag us down faster than anything else we could imagine doing ourselves. I’ll let them know.”

Wait a minute. That is, like, way wordier than Crescendo usually talks like. I don't like it.

"Crescendo, why are you using so many big words all of a sudden?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Crescendo gets a worried look on his face. He launches himself at me, cupping my boobs, giving them a nice, firm squeeze, and rubbing himself up against me, beginning to press his wonderfully-thick tool through our clothes and into into my nethers. I let out a moan, my tongue lolling, his tool feeling so good braced inside me.

"Rarity, allow me to assure you there is absolutely nothing suspicion going on here. Nothing at all."

"I ... I'm not sure I believe you ..." I pant.

"No?"

Crescendo makes a few adjustments, getting our clothes out of the way. He reinserts his member inside of me, and it shoots a solid, thick stream of seed which makes me feel like, sooo good, so warm, and makes me forget the whole incident.

"Now," Cresceno turns away, zipping up his pants, "I'll go let the designers know about your plan."

“Great. Tee-hee.” I giggle as Crescendo walks off to the costuming department. I turn around and cup the girls. “Oh, I can’t wait to let you bust out in the middle of the performance … hee hee!"

()()

Late night at the play. I’m dressed in a purple and pink genie/harem belly dancer dresser, with an exposed midriff, little jingling items laid across my form, balloon pants, elf shoes, and my favorite part, a nice cleavage to top it all off.

“Mmm …” I cup my breast, looking out through the curtain. I feel it twinge with excitement, almost like it wants to spill out as much as I do.

“Not yet.” I say, pressing my hand against her. Oh, look at me, I’m talking like they’re living beings! Ha ha! I must be even more silly than I thought it was.

I look again to the stage, the lights turned nice and low. Pitch, dressed with a turban, is just about to pull out the lamp from a pile of debris. He knocks the clutter off and picks the lamp out from the pile. He rubs it.

Time to make my grand entrance.

A timed explosive goes off the stage, covering in pink smoke. Vaguely Arabian - or music that passes for Arabian to an audience that doesn’t know better - snake charmer music plays, and I make my way onto the stage, twirling with my hands over my head, kicking my legs out and dancing, making a mysterious, yet sexy and alluring silhouette inside the smoke, shaking and writhing my body the way a belly dancer ought.

I dance my way over to Pitch just as the smoke begins to to clear.

“Oh, traveler!” I say. “You who have rubbed my lamp! You have let me walk free for the first time in years! The rules governing my lamp say I must grant you three wishes. What will be your first wish?”

“I wish-” Pitch says, raising a finger.

I lean over. I feel a string of beads dislodged within my costume. Another string falls out, dangling from my vest, and my top drops down, revealing my bare breasts. Pitch goes silent. The crowd goes silent.

And then, the audience goes wild, whooping, cheering and hollering. Some of the women aren’t pleased about their men voicing their approval. Other women are right there with them, approving of my assets.

Just as planned.

I smile widely and turn around, pretending to be oblvious with my grin as to the real reason they’re applauding. “Thank you, thank you!”. I turn back to Pitch, who’s wearing a blush on his face. I can’t remember if Crescendo or I ran this by him.

In order to keep up the illusion that was an accident and a complete fluke, two stage assistants run onto the stage and start fiddling with my top, trying to lace the beads back up and pull the thing up over my boobs, much to my disappointment... I like them being exposed …

The rest of the play goes by without incident. Pitch’s character spends some time abusing my genie powers until someone calls him out, and he releases me from my bindings.

“Genie, I hereby let you go!”

The audience gives a standing ovation, though I suspect some of them are still applauding for the ‘malfunction’ I had earlier, rather than the sweetness of the ending.

As the audience begins to leave, I exit the stage.

Pitch and Crescendo greet me backstage.

“Hello, you two.”

“Hello, Rarity.” They chime back at me.

“You were great tonight.” Pitch says.

“That wardrobe malfunction was a stroke of genius.” Crescendo says. “Why, I suspect we’ll be seeing a higher volume of traffic in the next days for our next few plays.”

“Such a stroke of genius deserves a reward.” Pitch says.

“Yes.” Crescendo says. “We need to show our proper lady our appreciation. Rarity, would you mind showing us what a proper lady is?”

I feel the by-now familiar fog cloud up my mind. “S-sure.” I murmur, getting down on my knees.

Crescendo takes out his member and shoves into my mouth, where I suck him ... diligently, the way a good bimbo does. Popping, squishing noises coming from my lips as I suck. Pitch, not content to let his brother have all the fun, gets down and forces his throbbing member into my bottom.

OOoh! This is exactly what I needed! I can’t believe I didn’t think of before! Having not, but two handsome young men with their throbbing erection inside me! Mmm! It feels so good … their skin is pulled so taut. I can feel the veins pulsating as they throb.

“MMMmmmmmmm!” I scream deliriously as they both begin to shoot, flooding my mouth and my bum with delicious, wonderful seed. I can feel my jugs growing bigger already as I gulp down Crescendo’s seed, and my butt cheeks growing larger and softer as I’m made to soak up Pitch’s fluids.

“Mmm …” I moan, drooling as Crescendo takes himself out of me, Pitch following behind him. “Heehee …”I giggle, sticking my tongue out and slurping at my face. I feel so good. My rear is big enough to be my own carry-on pillow, and my boobies are the size of melons. Mmph!

“Thank you, boys …” I say as the two of them slink off and fade into the darkness of the adjacent hall. “That was wonderful ..”

I push myself, pressing down on my knee, only for my hand to go right through it.

“Huh?”

I look down, and what I see shocks me - my legs are gone! Replaced a by a mist, purple tail of fog coming out from my waist …

Could it be? Is this what I think it is? Have I - have I been turned into an actual genie?

“Oh, I hope this doesn’t mean I’m bound to a lamp now …”

I look around. There is no lamp in sight. Okay, well, that’s, like good.

I cross my arms and float away, flying off to my room to figure out how to … cope with this … new development.

I reached my room and I slam the door shut, a grimace on my face. What am I supposed to do about this? I’m … a genie now, with no lamp. I cross my arms across my chest, trying to think. My hand rubs up against my nipple, sending a surge of pleasure through as it does.

I look down at my hands. I crack a grin. I know exactly what to do about this; have some fun.

Floating down and spreading my tail out on the floor, I begin to rub at my breasts, feeling the magic inside my hands flows up and go inside my chest. “Aah …” I let out a moan, feeling my boobs become so .. weightless.

“Ooh!” I buck, feeling a squirt eject from my nipple. I smile, seeing my stained top. I must be lactating. The genie magic must have me making milk!

“Mmm, ooh …” I keep rubbing, letting the milk leak out. I undo the laces holding my top up, and grab one boob, lifting it up and shoving it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around my nipple and suckling it. Mmm. The milk is so warm … so sweet and rich and creamy.

“Mmm mmmmm …” I continue to moan. I give my nipple one nice, big slurp before dropping it and letting it pop out, where it bounces back to its natural position, milk spraying from its tip. “Ah.” I sigh as the milk keeps flowing from my other boob.

“What else could I do with this?” I wonder to myself, tapping my chin. I flick my hand through the air, and a split of purple energy appears in the room.

“Huh?”

The split … splits, widening up into a black and purple hole, some kind of … dimensional portal. Curious, I bring my head over to look inside.

A massive tentacle made out of what seems to be purple goop shoots out from the portal and launches its way into my mouth. I see a bulge coming down the length of it like a stopped-up garden hose, which makes its way down and sprays out into my mouth. Oh my Celestia, it’s spunk! Delicious spunk, at that!

Mmm! I wrap my hands around the tentacle, desperate for it to feed me more. It would seem my genic magic knows exactly what I want.

The tentacle bucks around in my grip, writhing and arcing up as it shoots another load down my mouth … and another, and another, and mmmmmm! It is, like, so thick, and so good and tasty, mmm!

I tilt my head back, sucking on the tentacle, eager and waiting for it to shoot the next load. I do not have to wait long, and I begin to buck my hips when its seed resumes making its way down. I can myself getting close …

“MMMMMH! MMMHH!” I scream, bucking wildly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as it picks up the pace, shooting long ropes of seed down my throat for me to guzzle up and swallow. “MMMRRMM! MRRRM!” I blush, putting my hands towards my abdomen … even though I don’t really have a waist to speak of, I - mmm! Have I mentioned how good this thing’s spooge is lately!? I’m not sure I can express that enough! It’s goood - mmm, mmm! I’m sorry, darling, it’s a bit hard to, mmm, think when, aaah, to think when you’ve got this much hot delicious spooge absolutely pouring down your throat!

My tail starts to have a fit, whipping all over the place. I have to take my hands off the tentacle. I can’t please it and focus on myself at the same time. I buck and buck again, hitting my limit and reaching orgasm. But without my legs, there’s nowhere for it to, um, go … so …

The feeling bounces back up inside me. My eyes widen, the tentacle’s delicious seed still being pumped into my mouth. “MMMMMH!” I scream in ecstasy, in joy, as my orgasm goes back down, and it feels twice as good! Like I’m having two at once, or something! Aaaaah …

The tentacle, done with having its way with me, pulls itself out, to my disappointment, but it couldn't last forever. It starts to retract back into the portal it came from, which closes soon after.

I float down to the ground, noticing that my legs have returned to me. I rock my head for a bit before looking down at my chest - my boobies are huge! They’re, like, totally the size of beach balls!

They let out a squirt, showing they’re still filled with milk.

I cup both of them and try to lift them up to my mouth. This is going to be a busy night …

As I'm laying down on the floor in the night, squeezing and fondling my sensitive, huge, jugs, I hear footsteps from outside my door.

"I don't like it, brother." Pitch says. "We've had one too many close calls with her. I think she might be starting to get suspicious."

"It's fine." Crescendo says back. "She hasn't done anything yet that we can't bounce back quickly from."

"Yes, but how long do you think our luck will hold out?"

"It only needs to hold out long enough until she's fully addicted." Crescendo says. He lets out a sigh. "Look, if it will make you feel better, I'll do something to distract her, keep her from getting too suspicious ... I suspect that farmer will do nicely."

What are they talking about? I raise up and reach my hand towards the doorknob, but I forget to take account my other hand is still cupping and digging into my breast, and I lose my balance, falling on the floor, my palm pressing hard into my sphere, and a jet of milk shoots up from it, getting all over my palm, and it pleasures me so much I forget about worrying about, like, whatev it was that's bothering the two of them. Probably some dumb junk about bills or something, hee hee.

The next morning, I experience something of a rude awakening as I'm lying on the floor.

“Rarity?” Pitch asks, opening the door to my room. He bumps my head with the door. “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s alright, sugar.” I tell him, still panting from last night. “I’m just a poor, orgasm-ready bimbo … I brought this on myself.”

“Um, yes, well. You have a visitor. I didn’t think it was worth anything, but Crescendo said to let you see him.”

“A visitor?” I sit upright. “I should make myself decent!”

“I see you’ve discovered some of the … more unique attributes of our costumes.” Pitch says.

I giggle. “That obvious, huh, sweetie?”

“L’il bit. Rest assured, the effects will go away over time, usually after a day or two of, um, not ingesting certain substances.”

I can ‘only imagine’ what ‘certain substances’ he’s referring to. Hmm. Does this mean I’m still going to be a genie for the next little while?

“Anyway, your visitor.” Pitch moves aside, and I’m quite surprised to see Big Macintosh.

“Big Mac?” I ask, getting to my feet and trying to cover my huge boobies.

“Eeyup, it’s me.” Big Macintosh answered. “To be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing here, but … for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So I hitched a ride onto the next train and got here as fast as I could.”

“Aww.” I cooed. “All for l’ill ole me? Well, that’s sweet, sugar. You shouldn’t have.”

“But I did.” Big Mac smiles. He glances at my arms. “You know, y’all don’t need to cover your chest like that ‘round me. Truth be told …” He rubs his head. “I kinda like ‘em.”

“You do?” I uncross my arms, letting him have a good view of my cleavage. He blushes. I look down and notice his member is bulging in his pants. He turns to the side and tries to hide it.

I grab him by his vest and pull him close.

“Unfortunately,” I whisper into his ear, “I’m a little tired right now, but I will be happy to give you a nice, firm sucking later.”

“And I’ll be happy to give you a nice load of spooge for your services.” He whispers back to me.

“Sounds delightful, darling.” I let go of him. “Actually … since you’re here, would you mind finding one of the stage hands? He’s a young boy, inexperienced, and … he needs a little help with his, well …” I pinch my fingers. “‘Rewarding.’”

“Say no more. I got’cha. I’ll see what I can do.” Big Macintosh salutes me and leaves, and I giggle. Oh, I can’t wait to make him seed in my mouth and make him mine …

Later, Pitch fetches me to put our next play.

“Now, Rarity,” Pitch tells me, “we need you to come up with something good for this one, okay? Crescendo was thinking maybe a little booty shakin’, because it’ll get suspicious if it’s just your rack spilling out over and over again.”

“Okay!” I salute. “Consider it done!”

The next play goes well. We have a full house tonight. I’m a dancer, but not a genie in this one. In the course of it, I make sure to bend over at inopportune time and flash my bottom at the audience, most of whom blush and look away, but their eyes are still fixed on me through their little corners.

The next play also goes well, selling out, the audience cheering when I, dressed as Victorian maid, am accidentally bumped and knock down, with my shirt tearing to give me a v-shaped cleavage, which the crowd went absolutely wild for.

And so it went. Plays kept selling out and selling out, tickets being bought up almost as soon as they were put out for sale, all thanks to the star performance of Rarity and her wardrobe ‘malfunctions.’ The first question anyone has about a new play? Is if I’m going to be in it. We’re making money hand over fist! We can start affording some renovations to the creaky stage floor, and some other parts of the studio! Media attention starts to buzz and boom around us. No longer are the Itsallatrap people telling of our coming doom, but singing our praises how about we bounced back from the jaws of defeat.

I particularly like the most recent play we ended up doing. I played a mermaid in this one, wearing nothing save for the fish tail prosthetic of my costume and a seashell brassiere. In one scene, I was dropped from a stand-in of a ship, with water pouring over me, which knocked the brassiere off, revealing my boobs and my nipples. The guys in the audience swooned for that one, though I still quickly put the shells back on.

“Rarity,” Crescendo comes to collect me after our mermaid play, “the media is here. They want an interview with our newest starlet!”

“Ooh!” I drum my fingers together. “Well, tell them I’ll be happy to oblige them!”

Crescendo and Pitch come together and help me get up and slide over to the front of the theater.

“Shouldn’t I change out of costume first?” I ask, looking down my mermaid tail.

“No time. They want to see you now. Besides … somebody you like wants to see you in that outfit up close for himself.”

Somebody I like? I can only imagine who that could be.

Anyway, we reach the front, where there are plenty of news crews gathered, plenty of … photographers.

“Miss Rarity! Miss Rarity!” A newsman holds up his hand. “Did you know about the theater’s poor condition when you first signed on to work here?”

“I was made aware it wasn’t breaking even, yes.” I answer.

“Over here! Miss Rarity, did you have any idea you would end up being the key to saving this theater from total destruction?”

“Not as such, no.” I answer him. “But I have always felt destined for greatness. One should never hold themselves back, darling!”

“Miss Rarity, have you …”

A camera flash goes off. I go through that same reeling feeling I got a few days ago. Time seems to slow, my eyes spin around in my head, and everything seems to turn grey.

“Have you always been this busty, or did you recently have some work done?” A distorted voice asks me.

“I’ve … always been … this busty.” I drone out in a daze. The colors come back, and everything starts to feel normal for just a second, but then there’s another flash, and I’m sent right back to that … slow dimension.

“Have you considered coming up with a stage name?”

“I … hadn’t thought about it, darling, but that sounds like a good idea, yes …”

“Rarity, do you ever get worried that people are coming to the theater just to see your body and boobs rather than for your acting talent?”

“Oh, no, darling! It’s … fine. My boobs are … one and the same! I don’t mind if people come so they can get a peek at them. I … encourage it, in fact.”

“Then, seeing as you love your boobs so much, and you love people looking at them - you do love people looking at them, don’t you?”

“Yesss …”

“Wouldn’t it stand reason that you should that you should rename yourself more reflective of your desires in your stage, given how much attention is directed to your bust during some of the plays’ more ... awkward moments when the costumes fail?”

“Yes, it would …”

“Yeah, something to do with, like, the things that make you, you … something to do with Rarity, with softness … with boobs.”

Rarity … softness … boobs. Yes, yes. Rarity … softness … boobs.

“My … my name is … Rariboobs Softgems. Yes.” I mutter, and the grey finally starts to fade and stay faded.

“I see. I think that will be all for today, gentleman. Let’s go, lads!” One of the reporters say, and all of the others follow him out the door.

“Let’s go, Rariboobs.” Pitch whispers into my ear. “Someone is dying to meet you like this …”

He and Crescendo lift me up by the arms and carry me back to the stage, where they throw me into a pile of artificial sand left over from the play.

“Wha, huh?” I push myself. I see something that brings a huge grin to my face - Big Macintosh, wearing nothing but a set of beach shorts.

Big Macintosh grins back. He knows what I want. I know what he wants.

Big Macintosh tips his way over to me, getting behind me. Stuck inside this mermaid tail, all I can do is grin and giggle for whatever he has in store for me. I hear the rustle of fabric as he pulls his shorts down.

The next thing I feel is his huge, monstrous member forcing its ways inside of my buttocks. Just having inside is making me feel good already. Oh, look at me! I’m already panting. It must be the anticipation.

He works himself up and down, moving in a rotating fashion as he pumps himself in and out of me. I pant, unable to do anything except maybe to try to clench myself a bit tighter as I wait for him to do what I want him to do … what I need him to do …

Huff … huff … huff …

“Hang in there, Rarity. I’m getting there.”

“Oh, didn’t anyone tell you? I’m Rariboobs now.”

“Really?” I can’t see his face, but I know Big Macintosh has an uncharacteristic grin on his face. “Alright … Rariboobs.” Oh! There’s just something about the way he says it that really gets me going!

“And … there.” Big Macintosh exhales sharply as he lets out his load into my bottom, filling me up with seed.

“Oh! Oooh!” I pant, moaning and screaming and flopping up and down like a fish as I’m filled with that hot, disgusting, sexy substance that I’ve been craving for the last few days. And Big Macintosh is certainly a … worthy specimen of a man to receive it from!

I hear a hum and feel the tail tighten around my waist. Drat. I’d forgotten about that! I feel it wrap tighter and tighter as Big Mac’s seemingly-endless load continues to pour into me. Ooooooh!

I pant, enjoying myself regardless. Suddenly I have a vision, a flashback … to remembering something I saw in Discord’s eyes, where a man inserted himself into me on the beach. I think this is that vision! Though there’s certainly been some … artistic license.

“Oooh …” I let out a long moan before turning over, my now scaly fish butt serving as cushion. “So, now that I’m a mermaid, what do you want to do now?”

“You seem pretty beat after that.” Big Macintosh tells me with a smile. “I’d think maybe you ought to head off to bed. Rest up … get ready for tomorrow.” He winks at me. “And if you don’t mind, I might join you on that bed.”

“Sounds like a date.” I say. I push myself up and begin flopping myself towards my bed, bouncing up and down on my tail.

“You want some help with that?” Big Macintosh askes me.

“Ah, no … as much as I would love to have you carry me in your big, strong arms …” Big Mac blushes. “I suspect I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and then I would never get to bed.”

“Alright.”

Though I declined his offer of help, Big Macintosh still walks with me towards my bed. Once we reach backstage, we’re met with a nasty surprise, however.

There are two reporters back there, waiting for us, each of them with devious grins on their faces.

“Hello … Rariboobs.” One of them says.

“Hello. You do realize interview hours are over, don’t you? If you, like, still have questions, you can ask them tomorrow.”

“Oh, no. We don’t have any questions.” One of them says. “We have a request. More like a demand.”

“We saw what you were doing with this farm boy on the stage back.” The first one points at Big Macintosh. “And we decided, we want some of that, too.”

“Well, bully for you! I think there’s a bar down the street where you can find a hookup.”

“I think you know what we mean. Or … we’ll send a picture of you and your beau consummating through the news outlet. It’ll be all over the papers by tomorrow. Your reputation will be ruined, and the theater will go down with it. So, what do you say? Ready to give us some love?”

“How dare you.” I cross my arms at them. “I may be slowly devolving into a sex-addicted bimbo, but I still have, like … um … those … moral rules?” I scratch my head. “What do they call it?”

“Standards?” Pitch suggests, appearing in the doorway.

“Yeah, that.” I say. “And where I come from, you do NOT treat a lady that way! Why, if I still had my genie magic, I’d turn you both into clams or something!”

Pitch clears his throat. “You know, in some stories, mermaids are capable of laying curses on people who do them wrong.”

I look at Pitch, who wiggles his brow at me. Getting the hint, I turn towards the rude would-be blackmailers, who are grimacing as they realize what’s about to happen.

“Tell you what. Since you want me to suck you so bad, I think it’s only fair that we make you do your share of the sucking!”

I raise my hands out a them, and sparkles fly from my palms towards them. There’s a flash of light, and the two of them are gone. Lying before me are two starfish on the floor.

“Yes …” I hissed. I unclasped the seashells and toss them to the ground, then pick the starfish up and affix one each to my boobs. “You can have fun, spending the rest of your days as starfish suckling my teats. They get so heavy and milky …”

Turned into a starfish and forced to suck someone’s boob for until they decided the time was appropriate to turn you back … sounds like a horrible fate to me. But judging from the eager, ravenous way they were flexing in out on my boobs, milk dripping down the side of them, I suspect they didn’t mind too much.

“If they can suck your milk out, are they really starfish?” Pitch asks. “I’m not sure starfish can actually, you know, do that.”

“Oh, hush.” I tell him. “I don’t care about your science-wienceny mumbo-jumbo. I just want some starfish to suck on and worship my boobs like the jewels they are.” I gesture to my chest, which is now soaked with milk.

“Why don’t you let me carry you to bed after all?” Big Macintosh asks, picking me in his arms before I can object. “I imagine you be, um, distracted … and y’all got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

“Ooh, a big day? I like the sound of that.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and curl up on him, nuzzling my cheek against his shoulder as the starfish continue to suck out my milk.

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“Mmm …” I rolled over as I wake in the morning. My mermaid transformation has faded, the two starfish now resting in an aquarium next to my bed. Odd. I would think they would have changed back along with me. Oh well, whatever. They were too stubborn for their own good, so it doesn’t bother me much.

I reach and pluck one of them out. Pulling down my clothes, I gently attach to my breast to let it suckle for a spell before putting it back in. milk dripping from its suckers and mixing with the water.

I feel rested, relaxed, refreshed … and more than ready to take on my next load, tee-hee-hee!

Of course, there is that saying about being careful what you wish for …

“Rarity?”

I feel weight on my stomach, and the mattress creaks, as Big Macintosh straddles himself on top of me, wearing an unbuttoned shirt, socks, and boxers.

He smiles at me. “Ready?”

I can barely keep my eyes off his crotch.

“Yes.” I breath, barely to keep myself still. He slides his boxers down, his massive tool throbbing in front of my eyes and oh my gosh has it gotten bigger? I am … sure he’s somehow made it even bigger. I had no trouble fitting in before, but now it’s stretching out my lips.

He forces himself into my mouth, and I let out moan just at the taste of his skin. I’m not whether it’s him or me, but just the flesh of his tool feels wonderful on my tongue.

And I’m certain; somehow, he has definitely made himself bigger. It’s barely fitting inside … oooh, but I don’t care! I suck and suck, my lips roving up down his length, and he thrusts himself in, shoving his member around in my mouth. Drool escapes the sides of my lips as I anticipate his eventual release, and I am, like, so totally rewarded for my eagerness!

It throbs inside before releasing, shooting gallons of burning-hot delicious ropes of seed straight into the back of my throat, where I gulp it all down like I haven’t had anything to drink in days. Oooh! I cannot begin, to, like, tell you how much I love, love, love getting my pretty little mouth filled up with sweet, sweet seeeeeed, hee hee hee! And the fact that it’s so early in the morning somehow makes it better!

“Mmm …” I groan as Big Macintosh pulls himself out, leaving me to deal with the swollen belly I’ve gotten from him by myself.

“Ready for more?” He asks me with a smile, his erection still throbbing as he pulls down on my robe, revealing my breasts.

“More?” I squeak out in a terrified delight. Or, like, delightfully terrified. I’m not sure.

He leans over and aims his tool carefully at me, smiling as he lets out another stream of seed, getting it, like, all over my jugs. I giggle as the warm feeling washes over me, coating my sphere. My chest begins to grow, his fluids disappearing inside, my jugs sucking it up like a sponge.

“Aah …” I moan as I fill my breasts get bigger and heavier, flouncing and jiggling around. I pant as spurts of milk escape my nipples.

Big Macintosh smiles and begins to move away.

“Oh no you don’t.” I sit upright and grab him by the shoulders, my swollen boobs and belly jiggling. “You are, like, sooo not leaving me like this I’ve given as good as I’ve gotten!” I drag him forward, planting my lips on his, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I bring our chests together and line up our nipples, and I press, and my tips penetrate through, connecting to the side of him. He moans and thrashes about as my jugs pump milk inside of his chest, and I can feel him go slack, leaning his head back as my milk takes over his mind.

“Ooh!” I squeal in surprise when I feel something move and shoot past into my nethers. Like, oh my gosh, it’s his tool again! My milk is making even bigger! Oh, I hope I don’t, like, make him faint … but I’ve gotten these huge jugs, and I’ve been fine, hee hee! His tool pulsates and throbs before shooting another incredibly thick rope of seed inside me, which makes me moan and blush. So much for “giving back as good I’ve got!” MMMM! OOH! So, so, so warm.

I pull away from him, panting, drooling, my boobs still leaking milk. Big Macintosh stands up, cupping his own nipple, which is leaking out milk. He looks down at his crotch.

“Well, let’s hope my groin is the only thing abnormally affected by yer milk … penetration, there, Rariboobies.” Big Mac looks down at his nipple. “I really don’t want this to cause me to grow breasts.”

“Wouldn’t that be something?” I say with a smile. I almost want it to cause him to develop a rack, just to annoy him … and, like, well, you know, so I can suck on his teats, hee hee.

Big Macintosh gets up off the bed and gets himself dressed, trying to tuck his enhanced tool into his pants, and walks out the door. I roll off the bed, yelling as I roll around, the seed in my bloated belly sloshing around and making it jiggle.

“Mmm …” I get to my feet, crossing my arms around my stomach. Despite how heavy it is to carry around, I still keep a smile on my face as I drag my way through the door.

I walk out and into the hall, still keeping my hands on my swollen belly. Passing by the backstage area, I come across Big Macintosh and that carpenter who was working on the stage. They both look at me with smug grins.

“What?”

“Oh, nothin’, nothin’ … just wonderin’ if you were ready for another round?" Big Macintosh gestures to his stomach, and I know what he means. “Ah think Ah helped this lad get straightened out.”

I look down at my stomach, unsure if having more would really be a good idea right. I make the mistake of squeezing my belly, feeling all that … hot liquid … roll around inside, and good idea or not, I want more.

“Oooh yes. I am, like, always ready for more.” I say.

“So …” The boy walks up to me. “They call you Rariboobies now, is that right?”

Not entirely right, and I’m not sure why, but hearing him call me Rariboobies gets me instantly turned on.

“Yes …” I breath, getting down to my knees. “Call me Rariboobies again …”

“Rariboobies.”

Oooh! Yes, that’s it, that’s the stuff.

I raise up towards, bringing my boobs towards where I know his equipment is waiting. He smiles and eagerly unzips, letting his equipment poke through his zipper.

“Talk dirty to me …” I instruct him as he moves closer. “Tell me about what a good bimbo I am …”

“Uh, okay … Rariboobies.” Mmm, yes … he moans as he slides past my lips. “You’re a … you’re a good bimbo, aren’t you?”

Yes, yes … I suck him eagerly.

“A good little bimbo. A useless bimbo, only good for your big Rariboobies and sucking.”

Yes, yes! Go on! Tell me more! Talk down to me more!

“And you know what we do with useless, big-boobied bimbos like you?”

What?

“We punish them for their uselessness … by unloading into their mouths.”

His member twitches before shooting a massive load down my throat, spunk gushing out, eager to take residence up inside my belly and fill me up even more. I can feel my boobs squirting out milk in pleasure, and my stomach is swelling up even further as I’m filled with seed, sucking up rope after rope of his release. It was … like, totally a vast improvement over his last outing.

He pulls away from me, drool dripping from my lips. “How was that, Rariboobies? Better than last time?”

“Oh, yes, darling.” I lick my lips clean. “Much better. Although ...” I lay myself down on the floor, my stomach sticking straight up. “I think I should, like, avoid going anywhere for a bit.”

“Alright.” He waves at me. He and Big Macintosh leave the room, leaving me by myself with this stomach full of seed. Ooh, I feel so good … so warm and fill … it keeps bouncing and sloshing. Ugh. I, like, feel like if I so much as stand up the wrong way, I’m, like, totes gonna have an orgasm.

Being the stupid bimbo that I am, I try to stand, and I feel all that spunk slosh around in my stomach, and as I suspected, it brings me to orgasm. "Ooooh!" I go knock-kneed as I feel my body ooze, and I fall back down. Being a glutton for punishment, I tried to stand again, and the same thing happens, all of that hot spooge splashing in my bell. I fall on my back, a smile on my face, my milk-filled jugs joyously jettisoning out fountains of the white stuff into the air.

After lying there for the better part of hour, waiting for my body to finish digesting all that wonderful spunk while trying to stay and still not to roll over and trap myself in what would probably become an endless series of orgasms, I stand up, this time without orgasming, getting to my feet with carefulness-ness, and make my way to the front of the stage.

Brushing my way past the curtains, I go up to the break room, where I see a trio of young adult sitting at the lunch table, one freckled redhead woman, with a blonde and a brunette boy on either side of him. I recognize them. They were in the audience during the genie’s play. They were discussing that very play now, in fact.

“My favorite part was the ending where they let the genie go.” The woman says, half-swooning on the table.

“Really? My favorite part was when the genie’s boobs busted out of her top.” The blonde male says.

“Okay, yeah. That was pretty great.” The female agrees.

I clear my throat to make my presence known.

The three of them snap to attention.

“What are you all, like, doing here?” I ask them.

“Oh, we’re fans of the theater.” The redhead says. “The managers agreed to let us sit around here for awhile as long as we don’t interrupt them getting ready for the next play.”

“I see.” I go up to the table, putting my hand on the chair. “May I, like, have a seat?”

“Sure. We were just talking about you.” The blonde says.

“Yes, I heard.” I rest my chin on my hands. “If I recall, you were discussing seeing my boobs during my costume accident?”

The three of them blush and look away from me. “Uh …”

“Well, you have to admit, they’re pretty great.” The blonde says. If this were any normal situation, he’d have just stuck his foot in his mouth, but I’m pretty we left normal behind more than two starfish ago.

“I agree. They are fantastic.” I reach down to my morning robe. “Do you want to see them again?”

Their eyes widened.

Their eyes widened.

“Um, that’s very generous, but no.” The girl says.

“Don’t listen to her.”

“Hmm?” I ask in surprise as Crescendo appears to the side of me, cupping my chin and pulling my head towards him. He whispers into my ear.

“Take them out, Rarity. Show them your cleavage. It’s beautiful. It deserves to be worshiped. Your body deserves to be worshiped, and they will worship it, if you just show it off. You see those three? Both of those boys are in love with the girl, but neither will admit because they’re afraid of ruining what they have. You can help them with that, I think.”

Crescendo gives me a smile and a chuckle before walking away and disappearing as quickly as he appeared.

“Yes … worship.” I say in a daze. Before the three of them can raise an objection, I’ve undone my robe and pulled it apart, flashing my boobies at them. They go slack-jawed, the girl included. In fact, she’s the first one to compliment them.

“What … beautiful boobs.”

“Must … obey the boobs.”

“Worship the boobs.”

“Yessss.” I hiss at them. “Do you want to obey me and my boobsies? Do you want to make me and my big boobs happy?”

“Yes …” They drone.

“Well, it would make me really happy if you three would open up to each other!”

“Huh?”

“I can feel an attraction between the three of you.” I explain. “Both of you boys are attracted to your lovely young friend here, but neither of you will admit for fear of making things awkward between you! And she likes both of you two, but doesn’t know what to say! I say you should go for it. There’s no one here to judge you, darlings. I say … you could share.”

The boys and girl exchange glances.

“It’s alright, dears. It’s just us.” I tell them with a smile.

They’re overwhelmed by my suggestions and my bare chest. All of them jump up from the table. They look at each other, hesitating.

“Go on …” I encourage them, a devious smile on my pouty lips.

In seconds, they’re all over each other, the girl undressing. They tumble down to the floor in a tangle mess of limbs, the girl lying on top of the brunette, who inserts himself into her rear, and the blonde inserts his equipment into her mouth, which she sucks hungrily.

I draw a grin. I get up from the table and turn to leave, leaving them to it as they share and enjoy each other, the way a loving couple should.

Just as I get to the door, I hear one of them scream out in ecstasy, and I collapsed against the wall, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure myself. Panting, I turn to look at them and see the blonde is unloading into the girl’s mouth, and another shock of pleasure runs up through my arm and up to my breast.

“Oooh...” I groan. Have I just become so sensitive to seed that I don’t even need to actually ingest to derive pleasure from it? That just being near it is enough to make me go down to my knees in pleasure? If that’s the case, it is limited just to masculine seed, or would it apply to other fluids, like breast milk?

“Ooh!” I collapse, sliding down the wall. It’s definitely the second, because I can sense - I can feel that the girl just orgasmed, and I’m experiencing some … fraction of her pleasure.

Crescendo enters the room. “Ah, Rariboobs. There you are.” He glances at the threesome going on, then to me. He offers me his hand. “Why don’t we get you away from here, hmm?”

I take his hand, he helps me out, and we go down into the hall, where I feel less and less of their pleasure as I get farther away from them. I suspect Crescendo knows what’s happening.

“Now, thanks to you and your creative genius regarding your various wardrobe ‘disasters,’ interest in the theater has been renewed. We have a whole assortment of enterprising starlets signing up for auditions. Beautiful, young, eager woman ready for their turn on the spotlight. I want you to check them out, vet them.”

“Hmm … I’m not sure I like the idea of having to share the stage with another damsel … she might upstage me.”

“Oh, Rarity” Crescendo waves his hand at me. “No one would be able to upstage you … especially not with that busty chest, plump lips, and plentiful tushy of yours.” I smile at his compliments. “Besides …”

From out of nowhere, another of those reality warping camera flashes go off, leaving me in a daze.

“You love sucking guys so much. Shouldn’t you love sucking girls just as much?”

“Love … sucking … girls just as much.” I repeat, feeling the swirlies in my eyes. They feel, like, so good. So good to just relax and give in and do whatever they tell me to do. “Just relax … after all, good bimbos like you don’t need to think too hard about why they like what they do.”

I giggle. No, I, like, don’t really need to think too hard about it, do I? “Heeheeheee, okay, yeah! Yeah! I love to suck girls, too, just as much as I love guys! Mmm...”

The gray fades away.

“Okay, Crescendo!” I salute. “I’ll like, totally do it!”

“Great.” Crescendo rubs his hands together. “I’ll go and get them ready for their auditions. Don’t be late!”

After getting everything set up, I take my place behind the stage curtain. I watch as Crescendo directs a series of woman into the front row seats, guiding them with a conductor’s baton. He turns to me and smiles, giving the thumbs up to go ahead. He walks off the stage.

“Mmm …” I rolled over as I wake in the morning. My mermaid transformation has faded, the two starfish now resting in an aquarium next to my bed. I feel rested, relaxed, refreshed … and more than ready to take on my next load, tee-hee-hee!

Of course, there is that saying about being careful what you wish for …

“Rarity?”

I feel weight on my stomach, and the mattress creaks, as Big Macintosh straddles himself on top of me, wearing an unbuttoned shirt, socks, and boxers.

He smiles at me. “Ready?”

I can barely keep my eyes off the area of his equipment.

“Yes.” I breath, barely to keep myself still. He slides his boxers down, his massive tool throbbing in front of my eyes and oh my gosh has it gotten bigger? I am … sure he’s somehow made it even bigger. I had no trouble fitting in before, but now it’s stretching out my lips.

He forces himself into my mouth, and I let out moan just at the taste of his skin. I’m not whether it’s him or me, but just his equipment feels wonderful on my tongue.

And I’m certain; somehow, he has definitely made himself bigger. It’s barely fitting inside … oooh, but I don’t care! I suck and suck, my lips roving up down his length, and he thrusts himself in, shoving his member around in my mouth. Drool escapes the sides of my lips as I anticipate his eventual release, and I am, like, so totally rewarded for my eagerness!
It throbs inside before releasing, shooting gallons of burning-hot delicious ropes of seed straight into the back of my throat, where I gulp it all down like I haven’t anything to drink in days, and this would have to do. Oooh! I cannot begin, to, like, tell you how much I luv, luv luv getting my pretty little mouth filled up with sweet, sweet spuuuuunk, hee hee hee! And the fact that it’s so early in the morning somehow makes it better!

“Mmm …” I groan as Big Macintosh pulls himself out, leaving me to deal with the swollen belly I’ve gotten from him by myself. He goes out the door, and I roll off the bed, yelling as I roll around, the spunk in my bloated belly sloshing around and making it jiggle.

“Mmm …” I get to my feet, crossing my arms around my stomach. Despite how heavy it is to carry around, I still keep a smile on my face as I drag my way through the door.

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“Okay!” I put my hands together, walking onto the stage, eyeing the beautiful, bountiful girls sitting in the audience seats, each of them ready and waiting for their chance to join me on the stage. I’m not sure they know what it’s really in store for them …

“Who wants to be a star?”

I sweep my gaze over the girls. My eyes are drawn to a dark-haired woman with a fantabulous bust which she, lamentably, hides in modest clothing, and with some lovely, thick lips, too. She seems shy, keeping her eyes to the ground and avoiding eye contact.

“You there.” I point to her. “Why not you?”

She seems surprised. She looks around to see if she misheard. She points at herself.

“Yes, yes, you.” I say. “Come up on the stage, darling.” I beckon her.

“O-okay.” She stammers before getting up from her seat. She climbs up the stages and walks in front of me, her arms held in a v-shape to cover and suppress her chest.

“What’s your name, darling?” I ask her, taking her by the wrists.

“P-Penny Pinch.” She murmurs, looking away from me. I cup her cheeks and pull her back towards me.

“Why so shy, Penny?” I ask her. “Look at yourself. You’re beautiful. You have an excellent present … and if I may say so, an excellent bust.” I reach down and grope her breast, which she obviously was not expecting.

“U-um, well …”

I tap her on the nose. “You’re going to need to get over that stutter if you want to have a future in showbiz, darling. But it’s not all about acting and talking, you know?” I giggle, brushing my hand with my hair. “There’s … quite a few things that go into it that you don’t know about, I bet …”

I start to lower myself onto my knees.

“Quite … a few things …”

I slash at her skirt and work on pulling it down, paying no attention to her shocked expression as I press my lips up against her entrance and begin to kiss and suck. She covers her mouth in shock, as do the girls in the audience. But contrary to what one might expect, the other girls soon burst into cheers, whooping and hollering me on.

I look up at Penny. She stills seems shy and uncertain about this arrangement, but she’s smiling and allowing me to keep doing what I’m doing. I continue to suck, my suction eventually getting more forceful. Mmm. I’m not sure why I’m doing this, especially she hasn’t done, like, anything to deserve it, but I, like, can’t stop myself. I have to. I need to. I’m a good girl, and good girls suck - even it means sucking other girls! At least, that’s what a little voice in my head is telling me.

Penny lets out a moan. She practically wilts, melting into me. She lifts one leg up and tosses it over my shoulder, then does the same with the other leg on my other shoulder, squatting down while I continue to nurse her.

“Mmmnn!” Penny tenses up, covering her mouth, but she uncovers and smiles as she reaches orgasm, filling my mouth up with her sweet, delicious nectar … mmm … so very sweet … and she … shall we say, quite plentiful orgasm, too. I won’t be having a sugar craving tonight, I can tell you that.

“Aaaah …” I moan, sticking my tongue as I pull away, having swallowed all of her nectar. “Thank you, Penny … that was … lovely.”

I lay back and look to the other volunteers. “Who’s next?”

All of the girls begin to raise their hands, but they all stop, interrupted by the door of the front swinging wide open, a shoe raised up in the air. It didn’t take a bimbo’s worth of brain cells to connect that said shoe had kicked the door in.

The shoe landed, revealing it belonged to … my friend, to Twilight Sparkle, with all of our other friends behind with.

With a determined expression on her face, she points up at the stage … and up at me.

“There she is, girls! Grab her!”

Author's Note

So this is, like, the bulk of the chapter. I wasn't, like, expecting my friends to show up when they did. But my goodness is there a lot of sex.

Citrus, like, wanted me to talk about how this chapter probably gave him the most trouble when it came to proofing and editing. But whatev, I got my Big Macintosh and other guys, so it's, like, all good to me.

A scene which got put on the 'chopping block' (gosh, that sounds pointy!) was me getting, like, getting into a common law marriage or engagement with Big Macintosh, with him becoming my 'default' partner. That's, like, why he shows up when he does, and why it might be the most smooth-er-est transition. But with how easy it is to, like, get me into bed, and how eager am I, making someone my 'official' partner seems like it wouldn't really do anything except maybe offer a disguise to offer to the public, who don't even know what's going on in the theater anyways!

-Rarity Rariboobies.