The Art of Seduction

Chateau Pone was a deceptively big restaurant, from the look of it. Founded only a year ago, it was built to be partially sunken into the ground so as not to tower over the neighboring buildings and hamper Ponyville’s quaint aesthetic. Wrought iron gates permanently swung open brought customers down a fancy pathway adorned with glittering fountains and expertly crafted statues of fictional pony poets from the days of old.

The interior of the restaurant was anything but quaint; light pink marble adorned the walls and ornate polished tile made up the floors. Maroon and gold trim adorned every other facet of the restaurant's seating and hung fabric. A twin swan fountain in the entrance room dribbled pristine cold water into large bowls for anypony to drink while they waited on available seats.

To Applejack, it was more reminiscent of a bank in Canterlot than a place to get some grub. The clip-clop of her hooves echoed off the walls as the waiter led her into the VIP back room tables. He had informed her that Rarity booked reservations two hours ago and the most luxurious, quiet table in the restaurant was theirs for the night. She thanked him and hung her hat up on the hook next to the booth.

For the evening Applejack decided to spruce her digs up just a little in the off chance this new male Twilight Sparkle wasn’t as keen on sexy farmgirls as she claimed earlier. Her long blonde mane was washed, conditioned and braided into one long rope that curled down her neck and rested on her chest. The hair on her head likewise was cleaner and shinier than it had been in years, and smelled richly of cinnamon apple. In the restaurant’s dim light her coat shimmered a healthy orange and her toned body rippled beneath her coat. She’d skipped the lipstick but added just the tiniest bit of eye shadow for effect.

Applejack caught a glance at herself as a mirrored food cart rolled past and smiled. She cleaned up nice. A basket of breadsticks floating along orange magic zipped around the corner and landed on the table in front of her. Three glasses followed by water and ice were next.

“Nifty,” Applejack gulped half of her glass down and let out a relaxed sigh.

“Well, you’re fashionably early…” said a light airy voice to her left. Applejack turned her head and grinned.

“Hiya Rarity! What took ya so darned long?”

The outfit Rarity chose for the evening was a short black number with a swooping loose neckline. Her sleeves ended short on her forelegs and were matched with long jet black gloves. Instead of Rarity's usual trademark curls, her hair was done up in a loose bun with her bangs hanging just above the eyes. A white orchid was perched delicately on her left ear and she wore a necklace comprised of block obsidian stone. Despite the fancy outfit and some touched up make-up, Applejack thought that she didn’t appear drastically different from earlier in the day.

Rarity looked Applejack up and down in slight annoyance. “Darling, I must say you seem to have put in remarkably more effort into your presence tonight than I had expected.”

“Thanks.” Applejack gritted her teeth at the backhanded compliment. “Y’all look fine too for somepony who doesn’t look her best right now.”

Rarity’s ears instantly folded back. “Well, some ponies don’t need to spend that much time on themselves to look above average. It’s almost a pity you took extra effort in preparation. I was expecting a farmare to walk in tonight.”

“Yeah, well,” Applejack leaned back in her comfy booth seat and tried to think of a good Apple saying. She found none. “Pride’s a bitch sometime, ain’t it.”

Rarity flushed red and was about to say something when a loud AHEM cleared the room. The waiter stood at the room’s entrance.

“Ladies, may I present, Twilight Sparkle,” he said with great temerity. The waiter bowed and stepped aside out of respect.

Or perhaps just to get out of the way.

Twilight stepped through the maroon curtain and the first thing to notice about her was her size. Twilight was big. Not just big in terms of height, but also bulk. To compare, she was now as beefy as Big Macintosh but half a head taller. Twilight’s body bulged with muscle and in conjunction with the long legs and neck gave her the appearance of just an overall large stallion. The white collar and bow tie around her thicker neck almost seemed comical on her big frame. Her horn was also two spirals longer and her face was now much more masculine than before. Twilight stepped down and approached Rarity carefully as to not stumble. She was eye level with his muscular chest now.

“Hey girls! Good to see you both! Let’s settle down for some dinner, shall we?” Twilight said brightly. Her voice had dropped another octave since earlier and was now quite masculine.

“Settle in, sug,” Applejack said with a pat to the middle of the booth. “We’ve got breadsticks to snack on before we order.”

“Great! I’m starving!” Twilight slid into the booth seat with no problem and wiggled into the plush leather seat. Rarity immediately followed suit.

“Wine is on the house tonight, Twilight Sparkle,” said the waiter, reappearing with an ice bucket with a dark green bottle. Three long stemmed glasses magically flew into place in front of the ponies.

“Thanksh!” said Twilight through a mouthful of breadstick. “Letsh get ano’er bashket of thish pleashe?”

“As you wish!” the waiter bowed and zipped away.

Rarity made a surprised little sound. “Why isn’t he referring to you by title? You’d think an upscale restaurant such as this would have their staff acknowledge you as Princess.”

Twilight gulped down her breadstick and started buttering another one. “I asked the manager to have his staff refrain from calling me Princess tonight.”

Applejack scrunched up her nose. “Why’s that?”

“Because, and this is my theory, that by the end of dinner I will no longer be female and being called Princess wouldn’t make sense, and since I’m not staying male for very long calling me Prince wouldn’t make sense either.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” agreed Applejack.

“That does make sense,” said Rarity thoughtfully. “You don’t worry about the staff and management knowing of your, ah, escalating maleness?”

Twilight shook her head in an emphatic no. “Girl, this is the first time I’m visiting their restaurant. If they notified the press and had paparazzi here gawking at me and taking pictures they would assume I might badmouth and tarnish their restaurant's reputation in retaliation. Logically, it’s in their best interest to not bother me and offer us the best possible experience!”

On that note the waiter reappeared holding up a thin, rectangular menu with a list of appetizers and then offered to Twilight that any two would be on the house. Twilight happily picked the two platters with the most food.

The next forty minutes of the night went swimmingly. The girls went through some back and forth banter about happenings in the town, previous adventures involving both monsters and manic manipulating individuals. The appetizers were warm and tantalizing; the free house wine kept coming and by the time the waiter returned with the full dinner menu all three were slightly buzzed. After picking their meals Rarity took the opportune moment of silence to steer the conversation where she wanted.

“So… when you cast this spell, Twilight, did you have in your mind’s eye what your final appearance would be? asked Rarity, sidling up to her a little closer.

“Yes, well,” Twilight hiccupped. “Initially, I was assuming I would just remain the same size and have my proportions change. Very quickly though, my body began to expand in size and mass. I don’t know much about male alicorns really, as far as I’ve researched they’ve all been female.”

“You’re becoming quite big quite fast, darling,” Rarity lightly rubbed his strong foreleg. “Very strong, are you missing being a mare?”

Twilight blinked. “Actually my defining male parts have yet to come into fruition. I’m assuming it’s soon. See, the way the magic spell works is in sequence from its initial casting through-”

Rarity rolled her eyes. This seemed to be going nowhere.

“This place sure has some fancy grub,” chimed in Applejack. “I’ve got to say, the seats here aren’t that up to snuff. Look! There’s some scuff marks on the seat right next to Rarity!”

Applejack pointed to the right of Twilight. Rarity twisted her head to look at the plush maroon leather.

“I don’t see anything on here,” dismissed Rarity with a wave of her hoof.

“It’s right there, look,” Applejack leaned over Twilight’s chest and planted her hoof right at the center of the cushion. In response, Rarity lit her horn and illuminated the spot.

“Nothing,” Rarity said smugly, eyeing the seat cushion.

“Well, shucks,” Applejack said gleefully. “Guess I was just plumb mistaken.”

Applejack leaned back in her seat, pleased with herself.

“Your uh, hair smells really nice, AJ,” Twilight blurted out awkwardly. “In fact, I would say it’s almost delicious. Smelling. You know.”

“Thanks, Twi, I appreciate it!” Applejack tossed her blonde mane about. “The cologne you put on smells good too.”

Twilight scoffed. “I didn’t put on any cologne… do I smell?”

Rarity gave Twilight the most delicate sniff. “Why, you smell like a stallion now, darling. It’s faint, but there! Looks like your spell is really moving along dear.”

Applejack brushed her hoof through Twilight’s wing. “I’ll say! Your wing has got to be almost twice as big as me! I bet y’all could wrap me up in just one.”

“Could I?” Twilight said dumbly.

“Sure! Try it!”

A little clumsily, Twilight extended her wing and shakily managed to twist it around as if she were hanging her foreleg off Applejack’s shoulder. After some minor feather ruffling Applejack was completely encased in soft feathery lavender. She was also pressed up against Twilight’s strong chest. Applejack looked up at Twilight with her big green eyes.

“See, I told ya y’all could do it,” she purred, her voice low and throaty.

“Yeah… I uh, my wings are bigger now,” Twilight locked eyes with Applejack and smiled.

“Your entrees, mademoiselles,” the waiter zoomed over with three silver platters, one larger than the rest. Twilight unfolded her wing around Applejack but didn’t close it, instead letting it rest against Applejack’s back.

Rarity was practically seething. Applejack had perfectly set up and executed that little play. In fact, to her it was starting to look less like Applejack was treating this like a wager and more like she actually intending to really make her move.

“Excuse me, but I simply must wash up in the mare’s room. Applejack, care to join and wash up?”

“Huh? Why?” Applejack asked as the waiter lifted the lid off her dish.

“Because, darling, I’d WAGER you’d want to eat with clean hooves,” Rarity stressed with a hard glare.

“Oh, right. Sure. One minute, Twi,” Applejack got up and followed Rarity to the bathroom. Twilight nodded and dove into her main course.

“What are you doing?” hissed Rarity as soon as they were both in the empty bathroom.

“What ahm doing is winning a bet, and so far sugar, I’m winnin’ it better’n you,” Applejack smirked.

“Winning it is one thing, however, I saw that look in your eyes when you got all nice and cozy with Twilight. You want to rut her! Or get rutted by her!”

“So what if I did?” returned Applejack. “Wasn’t that the bet?”

“No!” Rarity snorted, turning on the sink and facing the mirror. “The bet was to see who Twilight would choose to accompany at the end of the night after an evening of spirited discussion, quality time and light teasing,” she turned her head dramatically fast and locked eyes with Applejack. “Not to ultimately… fool around with Twilight.”

“Yer just salty because Twi is liking me better so far,” retorted Applejack.

“That’s!” Rarity paused. “That’s partially correct,” she conceded, then regained her composure. “But the night is still young.”

“And I’ll bet ah’ll make a fool of you once it’s over,” Applejack smirked, flipping her gorgeous blonde mane around her shoulder. “It’s chow time, and this plain Jane has a Prince to schmooze with.”

With that Applejack turned tail and left the stall. Rarity harrumphed and steeled herself to stay strong. Victory would be hers at the end of the night no matter what.

When both ponies approached the table they noticed two things. Firstly, that Twilight had finished the majority of her dish. Secondly, that Twilight had changed again during the several minutes they’d spent chatting in the restroom. Another growth spurt had struck her and added what looked like another 6 inches to her already big frame. Both wings were open, larger and reached out longer on the seats. Twilight’s face was contorted into a very tight lipped expression.

“Hey Twi, you uh, feelin’ alright?” queried Applejack while taking a cautious step closer.

“Never better,” Twilight said, and then gasped in surprise. The girls gasped too; Twilight’s voice had deepened considerably.

Rarity coasted to the table and took her seat as Twilight magically pulled out his logbook and jotted down some notes. “So, darling, I see the spell has triggered again… what has changed for you, despite the obvious?”

“Well, while you were gone,” Twilight spoke slowly, getting used to the new baritone of his voice. “The spell activated and while I not only grew and bulked up considerably, I uh, well, how do I put this... “ Twilight blushed deeply. “I became fully male.”

Applejacks eyes widened, noticing now that both of Twilights hooves were resting in his lap instead of by his side.

“Oh, goodness,” Rarity glanced down. The musky scent on Twilight’s coat from earlier had tripled in intensity. It was a sweet, strong heady aroma that was encapsulating the entire booth. Applejack got a whiff of it and almost jumped back into her seat.

“So, uh, what’re you jotting down, Twi?” asked Applejack.

“Oh, notes. Stuff.” Twilight was writing furiously. The quill scratched and jumped down the page a mile a minute. “I, uh, I’m cataloging not just physical changes but my state of mind as well.”

“Uh-huh,” Applejack nodded blankly. The musk coming off of Twilight was intoxicating. Earlier she was a little turned on from being pressed up against Twilight like that but now she was becoming horny. Applejack repositioned herself to sit on her tail.

The trio resumed eating in awkward silence, with Twilight occasionally stopping to mark something down. Rarity was enjoying her food but with every passing second, she was finding her mouth missing its food as she studied Twilight’s body. Now at this new size he was definitely larger than Big Macintosh. Twilight’s jaw was stronger, and his chest broader. It was increasingly hard to think clearly. The muck emanating from Twilight’s body was almost overpowering.

“Whoopsie!” Rarity suddenly dropped her fork. “Silly me, let me grab that!”

Rarity ducked under the table, grabbed her fork, glanced at Twilight’s crotch and picked her head back up.

“Y’know there’s more forks, right sug?” said Applejack, holding up her salad fork.

“Of course, I just didn’t want to leave too much of a mess for our generous hosts to clean up.”

Rarity resumed dining in silence. She caught a quick glance at Twilight’s new maleness and were she a less controlled mare she might’ve banged her head on the table from shock. Twilight’s hooves were at the base of an enormous dark shaft and pressing down on it so as to keep his erect cock from rubbing against the underside of the table. Despite only seeing it for a split second Rarity now knew it was both big, and very stiff.

Five minutes later they’d all stopped eating. The waiter showed up, removed the dirty plates, refreshed their ice bucket with a new wine bottle and dropped off a dessert menu. Twilight uncorked the bottle, poured the two mares a glass each, then downed the rest in a few rapid gulps.

“Thirsty, dear?” asked Rarity rhetorically.

“The spell is exhausting my energy resources,” Twilight replied with a breath, she poured out the half empty wine bottle into her glass and downed that too. “I’ve probably burned off every ounce of fat and this meal has gone a long way to stave off the magic eating away at my muscle mass. It’s also made me really thirsty.”

“So, you wish for desert?” Rarity offered.

“Absolutely!” Twilight pulled both of her friends together for a double wing hug and tightly pressed them against her. “Oh you girls! I’m probably breaking the bank with all the food I ordered at your expense. I want to thank you so much for tonight again! It’s been much more fun out with you two than cooped up by myself struggling to sate my appetite in front of an oven!”

“No… problem!” Applejack squeaked out. She had her snout pressed right up against Twilight and her entire world was purple fur and strong musk. Applejack moaned and felt her pussy wink against her tail.

Rarity also got a face full of musky male Twilight. Once she was released from the hug she recomposed herself. Rarity noticed that Applejack was noticable quieter once they returned to dinner. The strong musk was affecting the Earth pony more strongly than it was herself. Keeping her composure was key now.

As if on cue the waiter returned and inquired the dessert order. Twilight immediately requested the triple brownie fudge waterfall obsession. To everyone’s surprise, the waiter produced it instantly, saying the kitchen staff had a hunch that the Prince would pick that dish.

Twilight clapped his hooves in surprise and thanked the waiter. He trotted off into the back and the three ponies dug into their dessert.

“Now that… was satisfying,” Twilight said, wiping his mouth with an embroidered napkin and tossing it onto the dish. “I’ve never tasted chocolate so rich!”

“It was so good,” moaned Applejack a little too heavily. Twilight didn’t seem to notice or care, leaning back into his seat and sighing happily. On the other hoof, Rarity could discern that Applejack had rapidly succumbed to lust. Her mouth was hanging open, those green eyes were dilated and her earlier combed mane now had a few random strands hanging about here and there. She was even sweating a little.

Rarity however, despite being turned on, was much more in control of herself, and had hatched a plan to give Twilight a little bit of a show.

“I must say, the fudge they used was so rich that it’s quite literally stuck to my spoon!” said Rarity, floating the spoon around with her magic to show Twilight. “Do you want the rest?”” she offered.

“No thanks,” Twilight replied, eyeing the spoon. It was covered in chocolate three quarters up the handle.

Suit yourself.” grinned Rarity.

Absolutely sure that Twilight’s eyes were on her, Rarity opened up her mouth and slowly began to suck on the spoon. She closed her eyes and with great deliberation rolled her tongue around and sucked the chocolate off the tip, then, slid up the handle with her pursed lips making soft, happy sighs as she did.

Once she she swallowed up to the last bit of chocolate she slowly fluttered her eyelids open, locked eyes with Twilight and slowly pulled the now cleaned spoon out of her mouth with a soft pop.

“Mmmm,” Rarity licked her lips and smiled for effect.

THUMP

The table shook and all of the silverware clattered.

“Hunh, what!?” Applejack swiveled her head, broken from her sexual haze.

“I uh, banged my knee… ow…” Twilight grinned sheepishly, her forelegs disappearing down her lap once again.

“Oh darling,” Rarity said, using her absolutely most seductive tone. “You must be more careful, you only just slipped into this body… I wouldn’t want to see you hurting it,” she punctuated this by resting her smaller hoof on top of Twilight’s larger one.

There was another, softer thump from under the table.

“Your check,” said the waiter, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly the entire kitchen staff appeared behind him and kneeled. “We thank you with utmost sincerity for choosing Pone Chateau. We hope your meal was excellent, and that you choose to dine here once more in the future.

Twilight sat there struck for a moment, then finally nodding and answering with a stammered thank you.

“Wew, it’s mighty nice that they pushed the thunderstorm back! I’d thought we’d be rained on by now.”

Applejack stretched and flexed her legs. The fresh air mostly cleared her head from the stuffiness it was experiencing in the restaurant. Rarity trotted out the door next and inhaled deeply. Even though she was mostly in control in the last 10 minutes inside that musky booth, her eyes were beginning to glaze over and her mind wandered. They both glanced back at Twilight, who was held up by the manager and walked out just now.

Twilight was big. Big in size and stature. Thick, powerful legs flowed up to a strong, broad chest, which was attached to a strong neck. Twilight’s face now had the squared off muzzle of a stallion, yet it was not quite as stocky as a guard. Handsome was the wrong word for this male Twilight Sparkle. he was hot, he was sexy, and he exuded the promise of sex with each powerful step.

“The manager told me we’re welcome anytime back at the restaurant with a permanent discount,” Twilight said as he approached. “That’s pretty nice!”

“Sure is! Guess you’ll be feasting fancy from now on, huh Twi?” said Applejack with a nudge.

“Pfft, stop!” He laughed and dramatically wobbled. “I still really like Hayburger! That’s food fit for a King.”

“Which you certainly would appear to look like one,” Rarity nuzzled her cheek against Twilight’s side. “Why, I’m eye level with your chest now, darling!”

Twilight shivered at the touch. “Yes, I’ve uh, I’m quite big. I think I’m a little taller than Princess Luna now.”

“So Twi, now that dinner’s over, ah reckon I had an idea, you and me could trot over to my place for some ice cold cider!” offered Applejack, pushing up against his side.

“OR, I was thinking,” interjected Rarity, “you could join me for some post-dessert coffee and chocolate mints up at my place?”

Twilight looked back and forth at the two mares pressing up against him. “Uhm, girls, both of that sounds lovely, maybe we can do both?

“Well that’s simply out of the question, dear,” Rarity curled one of her legs around one of Twilights larger ones. “There’s not enough time before the thunderstorm begins. The pegasi are rolling in the clouds right now!”

Rarity pointed up in the sky and sure enough, the Ponyville weather squad was bringing in dark stormclouds from the west.

“So, what’s it gonna be, Twi, y’all wanna come with me?”

“-or me?”