I stare in shock. "G-girls? What are you ... like, doing here?"

"We're here to rescue you." Twilight said. "Celestia got wind of what happened. With a little help from her, we took care of Discord, and now we need to save you from ... this place." Twilight looked around. She seemed, like, a little uneasy.

"Alright, all of you," Twilight gestured to my all-female would-be stars, "get out of here, show's over."

"Aww." The girls all cooed in disappointment. As right they should be!

"Show, is, over." Twilight menacingly insisted. The girls got up and walked out of the theater in single-file lines. Penny Pinch gave a glance at me before stepping down.

Twilight and her friends walked up the steps towards me.

I back away. "Twilight, darling, this, like, simply ridiculous! I don't need any rescuing. I'm fine!"

"You're not, Rarity." Twilight says. "Discord's tricked you somehow. You're not thinking straight. The Rarity I know would never use her chest to draw in a crowd for a theater!"

"Uh, actually ..."

"Can it, Rainbow Dash." Twilight snaps. "Rarity ..."

"I'm fine." I insist, crossing my arm over my voluptuous chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

Twilight lets out a sigh. "I was worried you might say that. Grab her, girls!"

"What?" I reel back as all five of them come charging at me. I turned around and try to run, but one of them - Applejack, I think, judging from how hard she's pulling - grabs my dress from behind and pulls me back.

"Let me go!" I turn and swipe at the offender, trying to get them to release me. I feel someone come up and grab me from behind, their arms wrapped my stomach.

"I said let me go!" I flail and struggle, trying to push myself up and out of there. I feel a blow to the back of my head. "Ooh ..." I groan, slipping unconscious and falling backwards.

"Rainbow Dash!" I hear Twilight's distorted voice complain.

"Sorry. It was an accident ..."

"Mmm ... hmm?" I grunt and open my eyes. I see that I've been tied to a chair with rope. I struggle to get free, and I see Rainbow Dash hiding by the door.

"Aw, geez, there's still, like, five guys out there." Dash complains before glancing at me. "Ah, you're up."

"I am, darling." I struggle more with the rope. "I have to ask, what is, like, the meaning of this? What's going on?"

"Ah, well," Rainbow said, "the moment I knock you, like twenty guys came running onto the stage to try and keep us from saving you. We ran away from them and ended having to split up, and we ran all over the building like it was an episode of Ruby Doo and the Mystery Machine. I had to lug your unconscious body all the way here - thanks for that, by the way- it wouldn't have happened if you would have just come with us - and I tied you up with some rope I was fortunate enough to find. And now we're waiting here until the coast is clear and one of the other girls comes to get us, because ain't no way I'm going to try taking you out there by myself with all those guys running around, especially now that you're awake and probably going to scream to get their attention because you've been brainwashed."

"Oh, ugh. So many words. You're making my head hurt." I complain.

"Yeah, well ..." Dash is unaffected by my plight. "I don't like it. Discord made this theater. I can practically feel his chaos magic leaking out of every inch of the building."

"He ... made it?"

"Yeah," Dash leaned against the door, "he conjured the whole place up, and filled it with fake history and ... productive guys to keep you trapped here."

"Huh!" I turn away from her and purse my lips. Well, if Discord's out of the picture, and I'm still here, maybe I can, like, inherit some control over the theater. That's how that works, right?

I struggle with my arms and snap my fingers.

Rainbow Dash turns to the door. "I think I'm gonna go out there and check on things. ... What the?" Dash inspects the door. "Where did the doorknob go? It was right here ..."

I smirk to myself. I take in a deep breath, heaving my chest out. Milk leaks out, eventually soaking through my shirt and onto the rope, soaking it and causing it to shred and tear, freeing my boobs and myself.

"Oh, Rainbow Dash ..."

I cup one of my boobs gently and squeeze. Rainbow Dash lifts her head at me, and I shoot a huge stream of milk - it must have been over ten feet! - at her, scoring at direct bull's-eye as it goes straight into her mouth.

"Ah ... what?" Dash groans, milk dripping down her chin, her cheeks blushing.

"Did you like that, Rainbow Dash? There's more where that came from ..." I squeeze my other breast, shooting another stream right into her mouth. "Doesn't my milk taste good, Rainbow Dash?"

"Mm-hmm ..."

"Wouldn't you like to have some more of it?" I ask her.

Dash hesitates, her body shaking as she struggles.

“Come on, darling.” I say, puffing my chest out. “Look at my boobs. My big, bouncy, milky, beautiful boobs. They deserve to be worshiped. You know this, don’t you? Yes, you know my boobs deserve to be worshiped by kissing and suckling them.” As if by will, my boobs gave a little shimmy and shake, dancing for Dash’s viewing pleasure. “Wouldn’t you like more milk?

“N-no ... I-I can fight it … I can … resist.“ Dash groans, closing one eye, but leaving one open to watch my dancing breasts.

But she can't resist, oh no. She dashes (Heehee) over to me, getting down on her knees and putting her lips on my teat, sucking for my wonderful milk.

"There. Doesn't that feel good?" I stroke her hair.

Dash pops her lips off and nods. "It does ... it feels so good ..."

"And it wouldn't be wonderful," I ask, taking her hands and intertwining our fingers, "if we could make all our friends feel this good?"

"Yeah ... it would."

"Good. I'm glad you agree, now why don't you stay here and suckle for a little while longer?"

"O-okay ..."

She resumes her suckling of my breast, a smile on my face as I will my boobs to squirt and spurt and fill her up with milk. Once I'm done with her, I'll need to go find Crescendo. I do believe it's high time I got a full explanation for everything that's happened here ...

“Crescendo!” I shout, walking around with Rainbow Dash hooked around my arm. She’s giggling, fondling her leaking assets.

Crescendo appears. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I want, like, an explanation of what’s really going on, and I mean, like, really really!” I snap at him, pulling Rainbow Dash closer to me. “Dashie tells me that Discord made the theater and everything in it. Is that, like, true?”

Crescendo sighs. “Yes, ma’am, that is true. Discord wanted to make you into a good little bimbo, having you suck up all of that seed, which was enchanted for a variety of effects, to help with that. But I haven’t received any more communications from him... “

“Dashie tells me Celestia dealt with him.” I say, glaring at Dash as she cups herself and lifts a boob to her mouth to suck on it. “I was, like, able to make a doorknob disappear. What you do think that means?”

“Hmm. Well, if Master Discord truly has been defeated …” Crescendo rubs his chin. “Perhaps you began absorbing some of the chaos magic he had used to enchant the, ah, masculine product beyond the simple mind-altering and breast-growing properties of it, and with Discord gone, you can assert your own control over the theater.”

“Oh, can I?”

"Perhaps. It would make sense to me that you’ve been … subtly gaining more control. Those very rude reporters weren’t part of Master’s plan, but your subconscious must have wanted someone rude and brutish to make into a victim of some kind, because you wanted to turn someone into a starfish, but everyone had been fairly nice to you. Pitch knew what you really wanting when he popped up, after all.”

“Hmm. I suppose that would, like, explain why I kept becoming what I was dressed as, but if I can take over the theater now ..” ” I bite my thumb, thinking of what I want to do test this theory out.

I snap my fingers, and with a puff of pink smoke, Crescendo is given a huge pair of blimp lips.

“Oh hohoho!” I giggle. “Fascinating! Now what?” I smile at him. “Aside from making you put those lips to work on poor Dashie here. She is in such dire need of relief.”

I toss Rainbow Dash into his arms. He gracefully catches her and begins to dance with her.

“Well,” Crescendo sprays through a lisp, “thw wrest of your frienws are swhill in the building …”

“Oooh!” I squeal. “Excellent idea! I’ll get right on that.”

I gather up some of the stagehands and enlist their help in setting up the stage properly to lure the rest of our friends. First up is Twilight Sparkle! We put some books out on the stage. She could never resist turning a page.

Twilight walks onto the stage and looks around, noticing the tables set out with books on them.

"Yes, darling, that's it, up on the stage now ..." I say from my hidden location behind the curtains.

"Rarity, what is this? What have you done?" Twilight looks around, trying to find the source of my voice.

"I'm getting ready, to, like, release you from your bindings, Twi." I say, laying myself across a pillar. "I hope you're hungry, Twilight, because I'm going to make you eat your words ..."

"What does that mean?"

Twilight moves to strike, but she's stopped by something. She looks, and is surprised at my creation - the words are flying out of the book, swirling around and forming tendrils which have grabbed her by the arm. More of the tendrils shoot out from the books and latch around her ankles and wrists, lifting her up into the air. She struggles.

"Don't fight it, Twi ..." I say in the sweetest voice I can manage. "Embrace it ... let go ..."

OOh! Now for the really good part! Another word-tendril appears and snakes its way through the air. It rears up at Twilight, and faster than she can turn away, forces itself into her mouth, where it begins draining itself, feeding her words that are highlighted in pink on its mostly-black mass! All the words a good little bimbo should know, like ... suck, submit, succumb, give in, down, dumb, stupid, accept, spunk, full, fill, give in, like, like, and of course, "yes," as well the most important one, swallow. Because you, like, can't become a good little sex addict if you don't, like, swallow!

"Mmmrf!" Twilight groans, struggling, trying to buck her way free and, like, force the tentacle out of her mouth. But it, like, totally no good for her. She is wasting her time. Time which could be, like, better spent on her swallowing those words!

"Mmm ..." Twilight moans, continuing to be forced into gulping down words. Her eyelids flutter, and she relaxes, like a good bimbo should. "Mmmph!" She tenses up and rocks, the tentacle pulsating in and out of her mouth. "OOOOH!"

She relaxes as she orgasms. The tendrils slowly bring her down to the ground, where they uncurl from her body and move away. Puffs of pink smoke go off around her and begin to morph into, like, a more proper bimbo form. Her boobs swell up, getting bigger and bigger while her waistline shrinks, and she gets some nice hips for a perfect hourglass figure. Her clothes shrink and change, turning into a white blouse which just one size too small and a black skirt, giving her a fitting librarian look to her, and she gets a pair of glasses and her hair tied into a bun.

I skip my way over to her and offer my hand. "Well? How do you feel, Twi? Isn't that, like, better?"

“No-no …” Twilight stammers, her eyes struggling to focus.

“Oh, still trying to resist, are we?” I ask. “Well, we, like, just cannot have that, can we? I’m going to have to do something special for you.”

I pick her up by the collar of her blouse and pull down my skirt. Twilight’s eyes widened as I bring her to my nethers.

“Suck, darling.” I coo to her.

“N-no.” Twilight whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper. But she’s unable to resist, reaching around and cupping my thighs, her tongue already out as she moves to kiss my second pair of lips.

“Oh, yes, darling, yes.” I moan, tensing up as she pleasures me. “Like, really probe your tongue in there, and I mean really. Oh!”

I moan as I feel her wet muscle run over my insides. I pant and drool as I feel the pressure rising up. So close, so close, and …

Aaaaah. That is, like, SO much better, as I hit my peak and orgasm, pouring my nectar straight down Twilight’s throat. I hear her grunt and groan at being forced to swallow my fluids, her cheeks bulging out as I drown her mouth in it, but she soon turns silent, gulping my fem-load down without complaint.

“I’m going to ask again, darling. Doesn’t that feel, like, so much better?” I offer her my hand.

"Much better." Twilight says, and I help her up, where she adjusts her glasses. "Mmm..." She began to rub her own breasts. "So, so soft... oh, I can't wait, to like, find some boys with more than few late fees and make them... compensate for me."

"Right? Like, I know." I wave my hand. "Oh, I can't wait to see how much better you look after you've had, like, a few morphing loads pumped into you. Come on."

I walk her off the stage to go get my newest actress set up in her new room in the theater.

“Can I, like, go get mounted back on those word tentacles? They were really good …”

“In a minute, darling.”

"Two down and three to go!" I count to myself, twirling onto the stage, my new and improved version of Twilight following close behind me. "Oh, Fluttershy, darling! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Smiling, I wave my hand. A pink glow emits from it, and Fluttershy is dragged by the shirt out of her hiding place and onto the stage.

"Whooaaa!" Fluttershy exclaims as she's dragged all the way here.

"There you are, darling. Here, put this one." I toss her into a doctor's coat.

"What?"

"And this!" Twilight puts a steth ... steth, ooh, one of those heart-listener thingies doctors use!"

"Girls, I don't -"

"Go on, darling! The play is about to start!" I push her towards the center of the stage.

"Play!?" Fluttershy shrieks in terror, but Twilight and I have already made our escape to behind the curtains.

"Oh, um, oh!" Fluttershy put her hands on her face in fear. "What do I do!?"

A busty 'nurse' walks onto the stage, dressed in a costume, her chest swaying back and forth. "Doctor, doctor!"

Fluttershy looks around to see who she's referring to. After a minute of looking around and not seeing anybody, she gestures to herself to ask "Me!?"

"Doctor!" The nurse feigns a swoon. "There's something terribly wrong with me, doctor!"

After a minute of hesitation, Fluttershy clears her throat. "Um, hmm. What is it?"

"It's my heart, doctor!" The nurse exclaims, putting her hands over her chest.

"Well, let's see if we can figure out what the problem is ..." Fluttershy walks over to her and puts the steth-thingie on. As she's getting ready to put on the nurse's heart, the nurse grabs her hand and guides Fluttershy into cupping her ample bosom.

"Um ..." Fluttershy blushes and stammers.

"Oh, it's alright, doctor!" The nurse says, taking Fluttershy's hand deeper and deeper into her cleavage. "I trust you ..."

Fluttershy's blush is so red, it would burn anybody who put their hand on her cheek. By now, her entire forearm is swallowed by the nurse's bust.

"Um ..."

"What ... doctor ... are you so afraid of?" The nurse asks, grabbing Fluttershy and pulling her closer. "We're two ... mature, consenting adults, aren't we?"

"Um ..."

The nurse cups Fluttershy's cheeks. I suppress a giggle, knowing what's about to happen. The nurse pulls Fluttershy in, placing a great big kiss on Fluttershy's lips, their mouths squeaking as they embrace. When they part, Fluttershy has a dull, glazed look in her eyes. Perfect!

Fluttershy, falling under the spell, gazes fondly into the nurse's eyes ... and then the nurse grabs her by the forehead, and shoves Fluttershy's face into her cleavage.

"It's alright, dear!" The nurse exclaims. "You can enjoy my big, ample boobies if you want!"

Fluttershy lets out a shudder, but she lifts one foot up. Lust and hunger overcoming her, she bites into the nurse's costume and rips a piece out with her bare teeth - you go, Fluttershy! That's my girl! Anyway, Fluttershy rips out the cloth and spits it out before biting her lips around the nurse's boob and sucking.

"Yes ... that's it ... just lay back and enjoy those big huge boobs she's thrusting into your face." I mutter from my view. I'm not sure she can hear me, but I know she's as good as mine now.

Two butterflies flutter out onto the stage. They circle around Fluttershy, going in loops around her arms, leaving a trail of webbing behind them and wrapping Fluttershy’s arms up in a silky bandage. Wait, do butterflies actually, like, make web? That doesn’t sound right … oh well, what do I know?

The butterflies fly up to Fluttershy’s chest. They gnaw and eat away at the fabric. Huh, so I guess they’re also part moth addition to being spiders. Once they’ve eaten away enough to expose Fluttershy’s very pink nipples, they whip out their proboscises and stick them inside, penetrating through and sucking until they her boobs began to pour out milk, which they proceeded to suck up.

That leaves ... Applejack and Pinkie.

I walk onto the stage.

"Let's see ... now where could that Applejack be?" I wonder aloud. I'm surprised when those college-age trio I hypnotized into confessing for each other rush out on to the stage, and leave just as quick.

"Don't worry, Mistress!"

"We'll find her for you!"

"Ha." I chuckled to myself, crossing my arms as I realized I have a little trio of minions at my disposal. True to their word, they find Applejack quick, as I hear a rattling in the ceiling, shortly before it gives out, and Applejack lands on the stage, buried under a pile of minions.

"There you go, Mistress!" They picked Applejack up and carry her over to me. "We found her trying to hide in the air ventilation systems. She's all yours."

"So I see." I go up to Applejack and cup her chin. She bares her teeth at me and snaps at my finger. "Oh, I see. Not in a playing mood, I see? Well, we'll have to fix that. Here."

I walk away from the stage and returned with a sewn-together horse costume. "Put this one."

Applejack glares at me. "What?"

"Put it on!" I wave the costume at her. "I should remind you that you don't really much of a choice in the matter, Applejack." The female youngster shakes Applejack's shoulders.

"Grr ... fine." Applejack groans. She takes the costume and puts her legs through, leaving with her half a cloth horse hanging from her waist. "Now what?"

"Now ..." I leave again, and come back with another horse costume. "We put him in here ..." I have the blonde male put on the horse costume.

"And then you both open wiiiide for a BIIIG suckling!"

"What!?" Applejack exclaims, eyes widening. I wrap my arms around her and the blonde's necks, pulling them up close and stuffing my nips into their mouths, squirting and spewing milk into them. Applejack tries to struggle, putting her hands on my waist and trying to push herself off, but my arm is gripped too tight. The blonde, however, is much more cooperative, kissing and worshiping my breast the way it was meant to be.

The horse costumes come to life, inflating and blowing up as I pour my milk into my victims. The hind legs of their costumes solidify and kick out, adjusting themselves to stand up. The body, of the horse is next, turning from an empty sack of cloth to a solid block of horse muscle, and the front legs of the costume soon join in, sealing themselves shut around their waists and completing the transformation. They're centaurs now! Neither of them seemed to have noticed the fact that they had to angle their heads downward to keep sucking from my breasts.

I let go, and they both pop their mouths off, Applejack staring dumbfounded while milk drips down her chin. "Rarity, wha ..."

I nod at the blonde boy. He smiles and rubs his hands together, already knowing exactly what I want him to do. He walks over to the side of Applejack, and lets out a whinny as he rears up, bringing his legs down on Applejack's back and inserting himself into rear.

"W-what!?" Applejack exclaims, a furious blush on her face. The blonde perks up and thrusts, bucking as he attempts to convert. "R-rarity, I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but y'all better stop right now, or I'll -"

"I'm sorry, you'll what, Applejack?" I lean over, putting a hand to my ear as if I can't hear.

"I'll - OOOH!" Applejack raises a fist, but she deflates when her mate finally unleashes his seed into. "Oooh ..."

"There. Doesn't that feel so much better, Applejack?"

"Yesh ..." Applejack slurs. "Feels good ..."

"Yes, it does feel good, doesn't it? Yes, it feels good to relax ... to not fight it ... to be a good little bimbo and let your partner use you as much as he likes."

"Feels good to ... relax ... to ... not fight it, to ... OOOOH!" Applejack stands up and screams in ecstasy as her mating partner pours load after load into her. Her breasts begin to swell up, bursting through her clothing and jiggling freely. "To be a good little bimbo and let my partner use me as much as he likes!"

"Yes, that's it, dear ..." I walk up to her and gently cup her breast. I pucker up and give her a light suckle on her breast. "Just give in ..."

"Give ... in ... yes ..." Applejack moans, her head swaying from side to side, a glassiness falling on her eyes. "So good ... OOOH!"

She screams again as his partner lets loose another round into her.

"So good! I ... I love to be used, to be a good little bimbo doll and have my rump pumped fulled of ... you know!"

Ha, she can't even bring herself to say the word! Well, it's a good thing she's decided to submit, anyway. Honestly, I expected a bullheaded girl like Applejack to last a little longer.

Now, what to do for our last little victim ... Pinkie Pie.

"Hmmm." I tap my finger, walking idly around on the stage. I love her to pieces, but Pinkie has never been the most cautious sort. "Hmm." Actually, that might just have given me an idea.

"Oh, dear!" I exclaim, laying my arm across my head. "I have so much cake here! I can't possibly finish it all by myself! If only I had someone to share it with!"

To my surprise, Pinkie pops out from the floorboards of the stage, pushing up a plank of wood. "Cake!?"

I turn to her, flashing a sadistic grin. "No, darling, I'm afraid I may have told a little lie. There's no cake. But you know what do we have?"

"What?"

I pause. What does Pinkie like that I could easily turn into something perverted? Oh, I know! I snap my fingers, and parade of balloons float onto the stage. "Balloons! We have balloons!"

Pinkie crawls up out of the floorboards. "I do like balloons! Not as much as I like cake, and you can't eat them; I tried once, and my parents yelled at me for it. But they're still pretty fun!"

"Yes, Pinkie Pie." I agree. "And today, we're going to make the balloons extra special fun."

"Oh? How are we going to do that?"

At my will's command, the balloons float over to behind Pinkie Pie. They float up and around her, and the string hanging from them begin to wrap around her body, curling up and tying themselves into knots around her shoulders, wrists, chest, and ankles. They carry her up into the air.

"Oooh. What is this? I've never been picked up by balloons like this before."

"This ..." I say to her, cupping her chin. "Is what we in the stage business call 'bondage.' In it, you get tied up, and you're made helpless while we get to do with we want with you." I reach my hand toward her chest and give her a firm grip.

"Oh, I'm not sure I like that idea, Rarity."

Hmm?

"I realize that I pretty much ran myself over with a fork the second I got up from the floorboards and fell for your cake lie, but you can at least do something that lets me, y'know, move?"

"Hmm. I can appreciate your desires, darling, but I'm sorry - I'm the one calling the shots here, and I say bondage."

Pinkie sighs. "Fiiine. Just make it quick so I can start moving again, okay?"

"I'll try." I bare my teeth and bring my mouth down on her breast, biting it hard.

Too hard.

"Ow, ow! Not so hard, Rarity!"

"Sorry." I pull away. Given that mishap, I resort to merely gently cupping her. I wrap one my leg around and bring myself closer, grinding our abdomens together.

I gave her a kiss on the lips and run my hand through her frizzy hair, admiring the youthful look of her face.

"You know, Pinkie ... there's another thing which frequently overlaps with bondage ..."

"Yeah? And that is?"

I snap my fingers. One of the balloons' cords rises up, whips around, and snakes itself around Pinkie's neck, tying itself neatly.

"Asphyxiation." I say. "If we pull it off just right ..." I can already hear Pinkie wheezing, her breathing constricted. "You should ..."

"Should what!?" Pinkie demands, breathing heavily.

"Don't shout, darling. For this to work, it has to go slow." I pat her cheek.

I sit back and wait, listening to the sound of Pinkie's breathing grew heavier and heavier, more labored and sharp and pitched.

"Haaaa ... Rarity ..."

"Shush, darling." I say. "I won't let anything happen to you." I stop and think about all the things I've been doing to my friends. "Well, not anything that would seriously physically injure you, anyway."

Her breathing becomes even more labored. Now it I see my time to strike.

I jump onto her, wrapping my legs around back, giving her a kiss on the lips and cupping her breasts, rubbing them and massaging them while I take the air out of her mouth, sucking and nibbling on her lips.

"Mmm ... mmm!"

It works! It's working!

Pinkie rolls her head back, her eyes rolling, and she tenses up, reaching her orgasm and letting go, her body shaking and bucking as pleasure spills of her. I giggle to myself, watching her clothes be irrevocably stained.

Her head hangs loosely, and she lets one final sign before fading into unconsciousness.

One snapping of my fingers later, the balloons are untying themselves from her body, and she drops to the ground. I kneel besides and affectionately rub her head.

Then, I cup my breast, and I squeeze, squirting milk into her smiling open mouth. Just to be sure.

A few days later, the theater has become a huge, booming success, selling out every night we perform, despite it being changed to 'adults only' for all nights, every night. Some have come up to me and expressed their regret, telling me that they used to come here when they were young, and they wanted to share the experience with their kids. I wouldn't rule out doing some more kid-friendly plays completely, but it's not where my interests are right now.

Either way, I attribute the massive financial success to my excellent business and managing skills ... and my five newest beautiful, youthful actresses. Hee hee!

Author's Note

Citrus is, like, worried this chapter may be, like, too short. I don't see why. Still not enough scenes of my forcing the girls to drink from my 'girls' if you ask me! He, like, needs to get a girlfriend or something.

Our proofreader suggested an ending where it turns out everything went to Discord's plan, but Citrus liked the one he had, where I was the bad guy and won in the end. I like that one better, too, hee hee!

But, um, hey, like, thanks for reading! And come over to the theater sometime, would you? My friends and I would be, like, totally happy to service you. Hee hee!

-Rariboobies, owner of Manehatten Theater Inc.