Rarity's New Performance

by Citrus Recluse

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Human, Rarity
Length: 23253

So, hey, it's Rarity! I got hypnotized by Discord into a being, like, a total bimbo, and he sent me to this nice theater company to help me address my needs. But I think I may, like, end up being more than the company was prepared for ...

Hello there, darlings. It's me, Rarity. I want to tell you a story.

The story of how ... like, I totally got hypnotized into being a bimbo. So I joined a performance troupe ... where I have a steady supply of males in a tight, enclosed space ... mmm ...

Well, I can't, like, talk too long, darling! I have another performance in a few minutes ... and then a private performance after that one.

Tee-hee. :heart:

So, like, um, trigger warnings and all that stuff, if some of this, is, like, too much for you ...

[Hypnosis] [Bimbofication] [Oral] [Breast Expansion] [Transformation] [Lactation] [Tentacles] [Inflation] [Bad End] and some other stuff I, like, can't be bothered to specify ...

Like, proofread by, like, Sterlit.
Cover art by JoeMasterPencil, like, whoever that is.

Published 2016-08-07 18:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-07 18:10:01 UTC

Flashing

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.

Rescue

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.

Hypnosis

Ugh … ooh … where am I? Oh, where are my manners? Hello, darlings. It’s me, Ponyville’s top fashionista and dress designer, Rarity. I … am in some … bizarre rocky field, and I’m not sure why. Have I been sleepwalking?

Ugh, the fog all over this place is giving me the absolute creeps. Where did it even come from? Where am I?

Oh, ugh. I put a hand on my head, wondering how I got here while I feel a slight headache.

I hear a sharp sound like a whistle. I turn and look around, feeling uneasy. There’s a shadow of a man appearing in the fog, and he’s coming towards me.

"Why, hello, Rarity!" I hear a familiar arrogant voice.

"Discord?" I ask as his shape coming into view, the fog clearing around him until he in full, clear view, and only him, I should add.

"That's right, it's me!" Discord exclaims.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Oh, nothing important." Discord grabs me by the chin forcing me to look straight at his eyes as they suddenly turn into hypnotic spirals of different colors. "It's what you're going to do here that's important."

"What... I'm going to do?" I ask in a daze as my thoughts begin to slow down. The colors... they're so pretty. I know he's up to something, but they're just so vibrant and wonderful to look at... I have to keep looking at them.. “

"Oh, yes. You see, Rarity, you've been out of practice for a long time on a certain subject."

Certain subject? What does that mean?

Discord waved his hand, and I was forced down to my knees, the hypnosis forcing my eyes to stay wide open. All I could see before me was Discord's lower half..

Stiltedly, against what little of my own free will I still have left, my hands shoot upwards, grabbing the zipper of his pants and slowly unzipping.

Oh, I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care what Discord says, this is not appropriate behavior for a proper lady! But I can’t stop myself…

"Do what any proper lady would do." Discord says, his smirk growing."Suck."

Feeling compelled to obey his command, I comply, opening my mouth and leaning forward onto his equipment. With my eyes still in a hypnotic daze, I begin to suck.

"That's it." Discord says. "Just keep doing that. You'll get the hang of it. You see, Rarity, you haven't had proper sex in some time, and I'm afraid it's been causing you a problem."

Problem? What problem? I continue to suck, feeling his member throb as I run my lips over it.

"I can see from the look on your face you’re wondering what I’m talking about. Why, the problem of your addiction, of course.

What on Equestria is he talking about?

Without warning, his member then shoots forward into my mouth, going deeper than I had previously let it. It throbbed for a brief second before suddenly shooting its delicious spunk down my throat, and I quickly lost my sense of self. All I cared about was sucking… sucking Discord’s... perfect member, enjoying every inch and craving every bit and drop of seed I can get~

"Your addiction to spunk!' Discord helpfully answered me. "You've been neglecting it for some time, always telling yourself you don't need it. But you do. You've been looking for a man to settle down with for so long, you've forgotten that you're a lady with certain sexual needs."

I can’t understand what he’s saying at all. I can’t pay attention.... All I can focus on is his throbbing member pumping out delicious spooge to fill me up… I should stop acting like I don’t need this. I am a grown woman, after all … I have sexual needs and desires just like everyone else ...
After what felt like an hour, his member finally stopped flooding my mouth with seed and the air around me with pure musk. I pulled away, blinking as my mind became more clear without Discord hypnotizing me or his seed filling my mouth.

Having a brief moment of clearheadedness, I lift my head up and glare at Discord with extreme fury burning in my eyes.

"What is wrong with you, today, Discord? What is the big idea here?"

"The idea is for you to practice!" Discord says looking down at me, and my eyes are suddenly caught in his hypnotic spirals once again. "To practice sucking here before you go out into the world and find yourself a stallion or two." With my eyes swirling hypnotically and my mouth hanging open and drooling like a dunce, Discord gently pushes his member back inside. "After all, you are a proper lady, and a proper lady knows how to suck for seed."

I stare at his eyes again, and looking at them makes me feel so... peaceful. I don't even mind his monstrous member throbbing my mouth In fact… I really enjoy it.

"Look into my eyes, Rarity." Discord commands, and I do as he says. "What do you see?" He continues, smiling straight at me.
What do I see? I stare into his eyes, and soon a vision starts to form within the swirls of his hypnosis. In the vision, I see... myself. I'm wearing something skimpy and colored white to go with my complexion, of course, and I'm lying down on the beach, sunbathing. She thinking or talking, doesn’t tell that well.

From no discernible a source, A blonde, chiseled hunk with muscles that could crush tin cans walks forward behind me.

The me I'm seeing lifts her head up and smiles, knowing the man is behind her without even having to look. The vision of me raises her body up and lifts her arms out for the man to take. The man takes my wrists and begins to shove himself into my ... oh, goodness, this is terribly inappropriate, yet, I can’t look away... he... shoves his equipment into my-vision self’s soft booty, going deep inside my vision-self. She smiles and turn to look at him, and he smiles back.

He continues to thrust inside the other me, pumping in and out until he orgasms. I close my eyes, overwhelmed with his release. I fall down onto my stomach, his member still pumping liquid into my soft, vulnerable bottom. I - other me looks so happy... happy to be on the sand. Happy to have this handsome man orgasm inside me. "Look at yourself. Don't you look happy?" Discord asks.

"Yes ..." I drone. "I look happy."

"So happy." Discord said. "You look so happy, don't you? Wouldn't you like to be happy like that? Like the woman you see?"

"Yes ..." I answer. "I want to be happy like that..."

"You need practice." Discord tells me with a low growl. "That's why your relationships with Blueblood and Trenderhoof didn't go anywhere. Not because of their personality flaws, but because you couldn't suck. You couldn't make them happy, like you're making me right now."

His member pulsed before shooting another hot load of thick spunk down my throat, Discord letting out a moan shortly afterwards. Oh, mmm! It’s … it’s so good … maybe he’s right. Maybe my relationships with Blueblood and Trenderhoof didn't go anywhere not because of any personal failings, but because I didn't know how to suck... because I didn't know how to make them... happy.

"Discord ... you ...you ... magnificent beast." I groan out, wanting to be angry with him, but unable to resist the addictive taste of his spooge.
Discord chuckled. "I take you like it, then?"

"It's... delicious."

"A proper lady sucks. A proper lady swallows. A proper lady loves spunk. It satisfies you sexually to swallow."

He's so right. His spooge is delicious. I love to suck. I love to swallow spunk. It tastes so good!

"Do you love spunk, Rarity? Of course you do. You are a proper lady, after all, and a proper lady loves to suck."

Yes, yes, he's right! I am a proper lady, and I do love to suck!

"In fact, whenever anyone tells you, "Rarity, be a proper lady," or a variant thereof, you'll be overwhelmed by an irresistible urge to suck them until they've orgasmed and poured spunk down your throat, and you won't be satisfied until you get their hot load into your belly. You love to suck. You love to swallow. And you'll do anything to have more."

I nod, blindly accepting what he was telling me without the will - or the brainpower - to question it. All I wanted was to suck... to lavish my affections onto some hunk of a man and be rewarded for being a proper lady.

I blink my eyes for a brief second, and when I open them, I'm lying on my bed in my house. Was I having a dream? Yes... that must be it. But what was it about? There was... a man... oh, his features are so blurry... I can't remember what he looked like or who he was.

But I do remember his throbbing member, heh-heh! Tasted so good~

"Ugh..." I say, trying to get back to sleep. I grumble, rubbing my lips together as I toss and turn. I can’t sleep, I have this... empty feeling inside of me. Like a hole in my body. A hole which needed to be filled.

As the morning sunlight rises and shines through my window, I sit up, recognizing that I couldn't deny it anymore.

I needed some hot seedy ooze in my stomach.

Getting up, I toss my legs over the side of the bed. Changing from my sleeping clothes to my usual white dress, I wandered through my house, I make my way to the stairs and go outside. The sunlight is bright today, and it irritates my sleep-deprived eyes.

"Ugh." I raise an arm to shield myself from the harsh rays.

"Hello, Rarity."

I turn towards the voice to my left to see Discord resting against the front wall of my house. I cross my arms, "Hello, Discord. What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't want anything." Discord said, a smile on his smug face. "But I have a good feeling that there's something you want. Something ... difficult to acquire."

I smirk back from him. How did he know? I should have been suspicious. I should have accused him of something. But there's just... something preventing me. Like someone's gone and put in a "Do Not Access" card in a certain portion of my mind. I dare say, a hex.

"Discord, I ... I ... I ..." I stammer like a broken record.

Discord smiles, amused. "You?"

Unable to formulate a coherent accusation against him, I decide to take his offer of help. Best to make use the advantages that are offered to you, isn't it, darling?

"I accept your help." I admit, bringing my hand over my eyes as I know I'm going to regret this. But I needed something to fill this empty hole in my stomach. Preferably something... you know.

Oh ... he wasn't going to have me ... perform on him, was he?

"Excellent." Discord claps his fingers. "Meet me at Sweet Apple Acres." He jumps into the air and snaps his fingers, disappearing in a blinding flash.

"Sweet Apple Acres?" I wonder aloud. What could he want from me there?

Despite my confusion and uncertainty, I went to Sweet Apple Acres. At the gates, I saw Discord, and he waved me over before slinking away and disappearing into the bushes.

I follow him, going in that direction. I arrive at a group of bushes and overgrowth, branches and leaves growing all over the place. It's quite dark in here. One could get up to some naughty business and not be seen... which is probably why Discord brought me here.

I hear a snip of something being clipped. I look inside and see Big Macintosh, trimming down the bushes with a pair of hedge clippers. He looks quite attractive, dressed up in a flannel shirt and a pair of working pants, with safety goggles over his eyes. There's just something about the get-up that emphasize his physique.

"There you go." Discord says, appearing besides me and startling me to where I jump backwards. "Big Macintosh, right there for you."

"Discord!" I exclaim, placing a hand over my chest to still my pounding heart. "Don't scare me like that!" I take in a few heavy breaths as I try to calm down. I look over to Big Macintosh, and it takes me a moment to connect the dots between I want and what Discord meant.

"Big Macintosh!" I exclaimed. "You don't mean ... you - you can't seriously expect me to - he's Applejack's brother! I can't-"

"Oh, but you can!" Discord tells me, thwacking my nose with his finger. "Anything for it, remember?"

I ... I don't know what he's talking about, but it does sound familiar. Yes ... yes, I want it.

"You'll be fine." Discord tells me. "Just go with it!" He backs away and disappears into the foliage, the bushes rustling behind as he left.

I shake my head and sigh. Well, there's nothing left to do but go for it, I suppose.

I step out of the bushes and move towards. "Big Macintosh?"

Big Macintosh stops what he's doing and turns towards me. He lifts the goggles up onto his forehead. "Oh, hey, Rarity. What are you doing here?"

I say nothing. I walk towards, stepping with a demureness to my pace, my hands behind my back. Standing in front of him, I get down on my knees, silently hoping a view straight down my cleavage will be enough to entice him.

"T-t-take me ..." I stutter. "P-please."

Big Macintosh looks at me, confused. He looks around, trying to see if there's a hidden camera and he's the victim of a prank. "Rarity, what's all this about?"

"It's about love." I answer, reaching a hand towards his zipper. "Specifically, making love, between one sculpted adult and one voluptuous woman."

Big Macintosh chuckles and pulls away from me. "C-come on, Rarity. Knock it off. This isn't funny."

"It's not supposed to be funny." I tell him, grabbing him by the thighs.

A hand reaches out from the bushes and grabs Big Macintosh's head, swiveling towards him. "Oh come now, Big Macintosh, give the lady what she wants."

Discord pops his head out, his eyes swirling with colors. He guides Big Macintosh's eyes to his, causing Big Mac's eyes to mimic his, being overcome with swirling colors.

"Just let her have this." Discord said. "After all, haven't you heard it's rude to tell a lady no? Especially when she offers herself to you so willingly ..."

Big Macintosh nods.

"Now, I'm going to leave here a moment to give you some private time." Discord says. "But you will let her give her some tender loving, won't you?" Big Macintosh nods again. "Good. Oh, and one more thing... after you orgasm, it would be a lot less complicated for all of us if you would just forget this ever happened, okay?"

Discord slips off into the bushes, disappearing in the shadows again.

Oh, I hope he's not sitting there and watching.

But with Big Macintosh standing there as a hypnotized doll, free for me to do what I will with, I unzip and pull down his pants, exposing his equipment.

"Ooh ..." I moan, taken in by how thick it is. I cup it and slowly take it into my mouth, sucking and trying to get it aroused. It doesn't take long before its expanding mass is inching its way into the back of my mouth.

"Mmm ..." With something lustful and uncontrollable raging inside me, I continue to suck, and suck hard, trying to get him to orgasm for me. Yes, for me. That's what I said.

Oh, I can already feel it throbbing ... his veins pulsing against my cheeks. I feel it twitch and spasm before it finally releases its climax, sending a thick load down into my throat.

It's... so tasty. It awakens the secret yearning inside me, making me realize how much I love to swallow hot, thick loads. Why did I ever hesitate to agree to this? It's wonderful... it's pleasantly hot and thick... and it barely requires any effort from me at all. I barely need to have a thought.
After all, who wouldn't want to orgasm into a voluptuous body like mine?

His releases begin to slow, and once I've had all he's got to offer, I pull away, a bit of drool dribbling from my lip. I pull up his pants and zip them for him. I stand up, catching a glimpse of his dazed and hypnotized face, his head having already forgotten what transpired here. But his member hasn't. I can see it bulging in his pants, throbbing in my general direction, as eager to be in my mouth again as I am to have it there...

But no. I've had enough for now, and who knows how much it's taken out of Big Macintosh. He has chores to do.

I cup his cheek and smile at him, brushing my fingers through his blonde locks. I turn and leave, despite the temptation to bring him home
with me. Behind me, as I slip into the forest, I could hear him gasp and express confusion about what just happened before I hear the reassuring sound of his hedge clippers trimming the bushes.

Ugh.

I've since gone to Sugarcube Corner for a cup of coffee after what I did with Big Macintosh. It's only been an hour at most, and I'm already... lusty again. How I am going to function like this, when I want to have sex almost every hour?

Maybe I should take up meditation.

Or contemplate if they've perfected human neutering yet.

I hear the door to the store ring as another customer comes in. Ordinarily, I wouldn't pay attention to it, but there's something telling me to pay attention to this one. Almost as if I have a second sense about this one and I being destined to meet each other.

He's tall, and lanky. He has a narrow face. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was the forgotten handsome triplet of the Flim Flam brothers.

I try to play it cool, not giving him another second of my attention. But he's made a straight course for him, sitting at the table on the other side of me.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asks.

"Not at all." I tell him. I take a sip of my coffee. "I had a feeling you wanted to see me. What can I do for you, sir?"

The man smiles. He reaches into his suit and pulls out a business card. "My name's Crescendo. I operate a theater in Manehatten."

He hands me the card. "A theater? Like ... with plays and everything?"

He nods. "I'm been trying to scout out some new talent. We're in need of a new female lead. I've heard you might have some talent in that"

I place the card down on the table and chuckled. "Well ... I have been known to ham it up every once in awhile."

Crescendo smiles at me. "Can I take that as a yes?"

I lift the card up and twirl around in my fingers. "You can. What time do you want me to be there?"

"How's 2:00 tomorrow sound?" Crescendo says, getting up from his chair. "Oh, and, uh, probably best not to tell your friends about this until after negotiations. We wouldn't want them to get excited over nothing, would we?"

"No ... though I think they would like the excuse to visit Manehatten."

Cresecendo winks at me, making an affirmative gesture with his hand before leaving.

I smile and turn back to the business card, making note of the address. Looks like I've got somewhere to be tomorrow...

"Hey, Rarity." Pinkie Pie steps up to the side of me. "What'cha got there?"

"This?" I ask, holding the card up. "Oh, it's nothing..." Turning to the side to make sure she can't see me doing it, I slip the card down between my breasts to hide it.

The next day, I arrive at Manehatten, with my friends none the wiser like Crescendo recommended. Consulting the card, I don't have any trouble finding the theater at the given address.

"Huh." I say. looking up at its rather obnoxious sign with neon pink letters. It's a tall building, more or less a big brownish-red cube, more than big enough to house a theater.

I make my way inside. I pass the stage, where I see dozens of seats available and a great, bright red curtain hoisted over the wooden stage. I wander around the area.

"Excuse me, miss?" I'm greeted by a rather hunky man. I assume he's a stagehand of some description. My, he's muscular ... "Are you lost?"

"Hmm? Oh, I suppose I am. I'm looking for Crescendo?" I hold up the card. "He was interested in perhaps hiring me for his female lead."

"Ah, right. He told me he was expecting you. Come, this way. I will take you to his office."

What a strapping fellow! It's so nice of him to offer to help a stranger like me out ... and it gives me a good chance to admire his biceps a little more, tee-hee.

He leads me to the office. "Here." He says, and just like that he leaves me.

I put my hand on the doorknob, reading the words printed on the door. "Office of Pitch and Crescendo." I knock on the door and open it, making my way inside despite my manners.

"Hello?" I greet them. I see Crescendo and who I assume to be Pitch conferring at the desk. Pitch continues the Flim Flam resemblance. If
Crescendo is the forgotten triplet, Pitch is the forgotten quintuplet.

"It's me, Rarity." I say, closing the door behind me.

"Ah, Rarity!" Crescendo says, perking up when he recognizes me. "Come in, come in. I'm sure you've figured out by now this is my brother Pitch."

"Hello." Pitch waves.

"We were just talking about you." Crescendo tells me. "My brother Pitch is eager to have you work with us. As am I, I assure you, but certain ... things must be done before we hire you, something Pitch seems to forget."

Pitch smiles and shrugs with a faux-innocent smile.

"Things?" I ask. "What kind of things?"

"The audition, for one." Crescendo gets up from his desk. "We have to make sure you have the acting chops to be a part of our prestigious company."

Pitch makes his way over to me. He leans against the wall and whispers into my ear.

"And don't tell anyone, but our theater is kinda of... not doing so great." Pitch says. "We need someone with some serious star power to start bringing audiences back in. So, are you in?"

I turn to him, feeling almost a compulsion in the back of my head to agree. "I'm in."

"Great." Crescendo claps his hands together. "Let the audition begin."

Crescendo and Pitch lead me out of their office and to the dressing area. There, we dress up in formal attire.

"The next play on our schedule is Broad on The Fairway." Crescendo explains to me from across the room while I put on a fancy purple gala dress . "We need a female lead who can play someone who is both classy, yet clearly from the country."

"Well, you couldn't have found a better fit than me." I boast. I am Rarity. I am pure class. Yet, I am also from Ponyville, and I take care not to forget that.

Once we're all dressed up, we go out and meet in another room. Pitch is particularly approving of the way I look, letting out a whistle.

"Thank you, thank you, darlings." I play it up, doing a curtsy to him.

Crescendo levies his gaze at Pitch, who turns silent. "Now, Rarity ..." Crescendo says, pacing across the room. "I know I seemed nice in Ponyville, but I assure you, when it comes to running my company and my troupe, I am very, very strict. If you are going to play the lead, you must have finesse..."

I brush my hand along one of my locks to show him I have finesse.

"Grace ..."

I strike a pose, spreading my arms and standing one leg.

"Poise ..."

I cross my arms and turn my nose up.

"Flirtatiousness ..."

I flutter my eyes.

"Yes." Pitch said. "Everything you need to be a proper lady."

My eyes widen. "A ... proper lady? Did you say ... a proper lady?"

"Yes." Pitch answered. "A proper lady. Show me you can be a proper lady, Rarity."

"Yes ..." I drone, falling into a daze, my eyes turning glassy. "A ... proper lady."

I walk up to Pitch. He and Crescendo regard me with curiosity. I get down on my knees and begin to undo his pants, feeling the irresistible urge to suck budding on my tongue. I successfully undo his pants, pulling his trousers down and revealing his member. He and Crescendo regard me with continued surprise, but neither of them do anything about it.

Salivating, I wrap my lips around his member. I begin to suck, nursing, my lips traveling up and down his length. Without any resistance, his member grows erect, thickening inside my mouth. The feeling of his flesh turning thick against my tongue drives me wild, and I shove my mouth down on him, sucking him for dear life, as if my next breath depended on it.

Needless to say, with that kind of lust driving me, I had no trouble making him orgasm. His member shot a nice, hot, thick load straight down
my throat, and it knocked me out of my senses. All I could do was lie there on my knees and moan loudly as his delicious spooge filled up my stomach. I didn't even have enough senses to continue or resume sucking.

After emptying into me, Pitch moved away. I just sat there, sticking out my tongue like a ditz, my eyes still glassy and my mind still crashed.

Pitch and Crescendo looked at each other with devious smiles on their faces.

"Pitch ... I do believe we have just found our new actress." Crescendo said. He and Pitch grab me by the shoulder and pull me up. "Here, Rarity... why don't we discuss the terms of your contract?" They guide me back to their office.

"Okay ..." I answer, my head still reeling from the taste of Pitch's spooge. It's so good... it's all so good... oh, I wish I taken this up sooner!

So... rehearsal proved... interesting, as did the terms of my contract. Apparently, if I'm unsatisfied with the monetary amount they're paying me (which, why would I be? Their success is depending on me, so of course they're paying me plenty) they can make it up for with... sex.
Which I don't remember agreeing to, but they assured me that I did at the time. They also assured me it was an option, not a necessity.

Anyways, it's the night of the play. The big night. Everything is riding on how I do here tonight.

I pull back the curtain, peaking at the audience. Pitch wasn't exaggerating. Less than half the seats were full, and it didn't seem like there was any big hurry to fill them up.

"What are you doing?" The stage manager says to me. "It's almost time to start! Get into place!"

I nod. Lifting my skirt up, I ran across the stage to the position I'm supposed to be in when the curtain goes up.

I'm dressed in quite a fanciful outfit. A bluish black dress with a wide skirt, a built-in corset, and white fluff around the end of the sleeves and the collar. I'm also armed with a... conspicuously large hand fan.

The lights dim. The curtain goes up. A spotlight is shined onto the stage and veers to the right, where Pitch and Crescendo walk in, dressed in dapper tuxes with canes. They walked to the middle of the stage, and, in sync, tap their canes to the floor.

"I say." Crescendo says. "I say, we are but two humble investors trying to find our way."

"We are but two investors trying to find our waaaaay." Pitch sings.

"And what is this, we've stumbled upon?" Crescendo. "Some two-bit town, ripe for the taking on. Why, we could build something here! Development! Renewal! Yes, it is ripe for capital-p Progress!"

I make my way over to them. "Pardon me, sirs, but I really must proteeeest!"

Crescendo looks at me. "And who are you, ma'am, to speak to us while wearing such a fine dress?"

"I'm just a humble little girl from a humble little town." I answer, fanning my face. "And if you sirs were to take a look around, you'd find my home and so many wonderful things to be found... in my humble little town. You see, we may not have much, but what we do is warm and pleasant and gentle to the touch. And if you two have your way and spread your progress, why, everything special about the town will be crushed!"

There's a silent moment. Crescendo looks to Pitch. Pitch looks to Crescendo.

"Brother, dearest brother of mine, I think this damsel in this dress so fine and I should have a little time. Why don't you explain why it's for the best that this town get progress to the people on the street, and this miss and I, she and I shall meet over there, where I'll explain to her why this town needs some flair."

Pitch nodded. A bit player walks across the stage, the spotlight focusing on him. Pitch chases after him like a salesman throwing a pitch. "You! You, sir there!"

Meanwhile, Crescendo grabs me by the shoulder and forcefully, briskly walks me over to a different section of the stage. He places me behind a cardboard bush and glances at the audience, making sure they're focusing on what Pitch is doing.

"Now, lady, dearest lady, why do you object so?" Crescendo asks me. "This town is so much less valuable than you know, so why don't you be a proper lady and..."

My eyes widened at hearing proper lady. Overcome with the compulsion, I get down on my knees and began fiddling with Crescendo's pants. I hold up the fan to the side of us to hide what we're doing, and I clamp my lips down on his throbbing, thick tool.

I can't believe. I'm suckling him while we're on the stage, in the middle of the play! Oh, we're hiding it well enough, between the bush, the fan, and keeping the light on what Pitch is doing, but still. The risk, the chance of being discovered, the sheer audacity of it all! It's enough to get my adrenaline flowing, and I suckle him eagerly. It takes... surprisingly little to get him to release his load into my mouth, but it's still satisfying to have his thick musk pumping into my mouth.

Taking care to wipe clean any evidence of what we've been doing, we stand back up. The stage flicks back over to us.

"Big man..." I sing, walking around in a daze, my eyes still making a half-lidded "Come hither" gaze. "When you come into my..."

I paused, remembering what my actual lines were, glancing at Crescendo as he made a cutting motion across his neck.

"Town."

"Nice recovery." He mouths.

"Brother dear," Crescendo says. "I don't think I've convinced her. Would you...?"

"Say no more!" Pitch says. He comes up behind me and grabs by the shoulder.

He presses himself into back. Much to my surprise, there's a little sleeve in my dress, one which allows him to easily slide his member in and insert into my rear. He begins to hump and thrust, all the while chatting up, making some speech about the wonders of urban development or whatever, but I knew it was just an act. A distraction to keep the audience from realizing what was really going on.

I can feel his equipment throb and pulse inside me, and it begins to release, filling my rear up with his spunk. Oh, it is so good... I can't think. I can't focus with all of this... seed inside me. It's so good. So good... I'm a tool. I'm a doll. I'm a piece of eye candy for them to throw around and have their way with, whenever they like, whatever way they like. And honestly?

That's fine by me. Getting filled up with their delicious spunk feels so good. It fills me up. Makes me feel full, hehe!

The rest of the play goes fine... but you know, what? Like, whatever. Who wants to hear about it? Don't be silly, darlings. I know why I’m really here. I’m not here for some vapid play, I’m here to be a curvy bimbo and get rutted and filled up with seed over and over again. And there's nothing wrong with that, darling! I am quite a beauty, aren't I? I deserve some decent handling from some firm, strong men like them …

"Thank you, everyone!" Crescendo says at the conclusion of the play. "You've been a great audience!"

The audience, such as it is, gets up to applaud.

"And as for you..." Pitch whispers into my ear. "You did very good tonight. You deserve a little reward."

He makes his way into my bum again, his member throbbing harder than before. Almost immediately, he begins to release, filling my rear entrance up with overpowering spunk. My body begins to vibrate in pleasure. I get a dopey smile on my face as the curtain pulls down, the audience having, like, nooo idea it's because of Pitch and not them. With each release, with every load, my smile gets brighter and brighter, until I'm eventually baring all of my teeth, and I can feel my head get, like, totally lighter …

"Ooooh!" I let out a moan. Totally unable to handle being filled up with any more... delicious.... spunk... I tear myself away from Crescendo and collapse onto my side on the stage, moaning and twitching as I, like, totally have an orgasm of my own.
Crescendo and Pitch looked to each other, shrugging before leaving me to my, tee-hee, business.

After my orgasm has, like, fi-nally finished, I pant and breath heavily. I feel, like, soo gooood. It's so good to work here. I'm glad to work here.
I'm surrounded by males. Muscular, handsome males who I'm sure will let me suck their nice big...

Although, now that I, like, think about it, I guess I wouldn't be, like, totally opposed to giving a few squeezies to some nice jiggly jugs, tee-hee!

Author's Note

Hello there, darlings! I've been asked by the author of this ... rather perverted story to inform you of the details surrounding its creation. The first of which is that it was proofread by Sterlit.

The story was inspired by a movie which the author watched, and thinking of ideas for bimbofication the next day led to him having a breakthrough and coming up with this fit of debauchery.

He wants me to tell you that he had 'more fun writing the lines of the play' than perhaps he should have, and that I am legally obligated to say "Broad On The Fairway" is not meant to resemble any real-world play that you may know of.

Ooh. Hmm. I seem to have come down with a small headache. Excuse me for a minute, darlings, I'll be back with you in a moment.

-Rarity.