Canterlot High Monster Girl Mayhem!by Nicole SunstoneChaptersPinkie's in a JamRarity's All Tied UpApplejack’s Grazing the FieldTwilight Slithers Around the LabThe Science FairPinkie's in a JamChapter 2: Pinkie’s In a Jam “What do you all have to say for yourselves?” Celestia asked, with Luna looming over her shoulder as they addressed Sunset, Trixie, and Starlight who were sitting in front of them, wearing borrowed gym clothes to cover themselves following on from the incident at the science fair. “Well, you see-” Sunset began, before being interrupted by Trixie. “Trixie was on track to make a great presentation for the science fair. She didn’t know, however, how the magic of Sunset and her friends would affect Trixie’s experiment,” she explained, rubbing at her arm. “Not to mention us mixing up the various solutions on the floor of the science fair.” Starlight added, running her hand through her hair nervously. “Well, at least your friends have recovered from their monster forms, right Sunset?” Luna asked. “Yes, ma’am! They’re waiting outside in the clothes that you’ve lent us. And once again, we’re really sorry about how things got out of control,” Sunset replied, looking over at Trixie and Sunset as they nodded in agreement. “If that’s all, I trust that these dangerous experiments won’t continue on school grounds, and so you are free to leave. Your detention with all of your friends will happen after school on Monday,” Celestia instructed, cleaning up the report file on her desk. “Of course, we’ll show up!” Sunset smiled at the principals behind the desk before heading towards the office’s door. “If Trixie must,” Trixie added with an exasperated sigh, signaling at Starlight to stand up with her. “I’ll make sure she’ll be there,” Starlight whispered to the sisters, following Trixie and Sunset out of the door. “Well, that was certainly an adventure for the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie announced, stretching her arms out in front of her. “Trixie would be lying if she said it wasn’t halfway enjoyable.” The girls outside of the office looked at Trixie with a confused expression, leaving Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy to chirp up. “You mean you liked-” Fluttershy began. “...Getting overpowered by me and Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash finished, pointing to herself and Fluttershy. Trixie blushed, crossing her arms, the monster solution sprays in her hands. “No, of course not! Trixie just knows how to make the best of a bad situation!” Trixie corrected defensively, throwing her spray bottles into the nearby empty trash can. “I think what Trixie is trying to say is we forgive you all for acting wild and we hope you forgive us for experimenting on you all without taking your crazy magic into account,” Starlight explained, throwing her bottles away in the same trash can. “Apology accepted!” Applejack said, smiling at Starlight. “And we’re sorry for all the gooey, slimy fun we had too!” Pinkie added, bouncing next to Starlight as if she was made of rubber. “Rarity? Are you okay?” Sunset asked, noticing that Rarity was particularly quiet following the whole ordeal. “It’s embarrassing enough that I turned into that monstrosity. Let us never speak of it again,” Rarity commented brusquely, turning away. “It’ll make an interesting story to tell my friends back in Equestria, at least!” Twilight smiled with a nervous chuckle. Rarity gave her a short, sharp glare, momentarily concerned about the opinion of magical ponies in a world separate from hers. “Well don’t worry, this won’t ever happen again!” Sunset said confidently, tossing her spray bottles into the same trash can as Trixie and Starlight. “The Great and Powerful Trixie won’t see you until Monday afternoon, girls!” Trixie announced, walking away from the group. “Wait, what?” Rainbow Dash asked, looking at Starlight. “We kind of all have detention because of the incident.” Starlight explained, causing Rainbow Dash to groan. “Anyway, Sunset was it?” “Uh, yeah! What’s up?” Sunset smiled as she turned to the new girl. “I was wondering if you could show me around here? I heard you used to be the new girl at the school?” Starlight asked, looking down at her shoes, nervously waiting for a response. “Well…” Sunset looked over at Twilight, who seemed to be sniffing her hands before rubbing them on her loaned CHS gym shirt. “Sure, I can show you around.” “Awesome. Hopefully, Trixie doesn’t mind too much!” Starlight quickly walked to Sunset’s side as they walked down the hall away from the six girls standing in front of the trash can. Even after experiencing such a wild event, the girls seemed transfixed at the discarded spray bottles that gave them such great changes. They briefly glimpsed at each other and then back at the bin, the silence growing heavy as they looked at the contents at the top of it, feeling their pulse quicken at the thought of transforming again. Pinkie Pie whistled as she walked on her own up to the trash bin, digging in it and picking up the pink colored bottle that she had been exposed to from the experiment. With her finger on the trigger of the spray, she froze for a second with her other index finger on her lips. As fun as it would be to be a gooey slime girl again, she knew that being around her friends right now would mean that she would start being a crazed monster and that she would start feeling her instincts for her friends again. Taking her finger off the spray, she quickly placed the bottle in the endless Pinkie space of her poofy hair and went along her way, waving her arms at her side as she skipped down the halls. Coming home from school, Pinkie skipped her way into the kitchen and started to pull out various ingredients for baking. With all the craziness that happened at school, her stomach rumbled for a hunger that only pies and cakes could satisfy. Pouring in more than a cup of sugar into the bowl, she happily mixed in the butter before beating the eggs into the batter. Throwing in pinches of vanilla and other tasty spices and flavors, Pinkie dipped her pinky finger into the bowl and licked up the wet batter. “Hmm, not bad but it needs something,” she said to herself, smacking her lips as the flavor lingered on her tongue. Grabbing the cocoa powder and the vanilla, she added more of the mix of flavors, swirling the batter in the bowl. Scooping more of the mixture on her finger, she tasted the sticky batter again, letting the flavor sink in. “Nope, that’s not it either!” Pinkie exclaimed, starting to grab more spices, salt, and cream, starting to throw in a mishmash of everything in the kitchen. With each taste, she got the sweetness, the flavor, but there was still something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Staring at her finger, her tip was shiny and slick from all the times she wrapped her tongue and slurped the batter off of it. Her mind drifted towards the faint memories of her slimy form, remembering that the spray her friends threw away was easily within her reach. Digging her hand into her poofy, wild mane of a hairdo, Pinkie pulled out the spray bottle and looked around the kitchen. Seeing no one around, she sprayed the tip of her finger, letting the solution sink in. Closing her eyes, Pinkie felt the spray around her finger start to drip down to her palm, the pink goo starting to form on it. “I’m sure a little goo never hurt nobody!” Pinkie said cheerfully, dipping her finger into the batter as her pink goo started to mix into the bowl. Pulling her finger out, she licked off the batter mixed with her own sticky slime, getting a rich and familiar taste in her mouth. “Mmm! Now that’s a good taste!” Pinkie exclaimed cheerfully, finishing up her mixing as she put in the flour and baking powder. Pouring in the milk, she continued to stir the batter, getting it prepared to be placed in one of her many cake molds. After placing the cake into the oven, Pinkie quickly grabbed one of her pie tins and another large bowl to throw in some flour and salt. Adding some butter, she stirred in the water until the mixture became a soft, doughy ball. Placing it on the cutting board, Pinkie grabbed a rolling pin and started flattening out the dough as she whistled to herself. Once the dough was flat enough, she laid the crust into the pie tin and then started on the filling. Getting another bowl, Pinkie started throwing in several ingredients while stirring and whisking them all together until the mixture was sweet and tasty. The pie filling poured into the crust as Pinkie took a taste with her slimy finger. Generously mixing her goo into the pie, she licked up the filling for a quick test. “Hmm, not as good as before. Better add some more!” Pinkie thought aloud, using the spray to cover her whole hand as it began to coat in pink slime, the fluid dripping into the pie filling. After mixing the pie filling with her hands, Pinkie sucked on her fingers to clean them, getting the full taste of the mixture. “Ohhh, that’s it!” Pinkie licked her lips, savoring the flavor of her own special ingredient. Making more of the crust dough, she mixed more of her slime in on purpose as she placed the top of the pie on the crust in the tin, ready for baking. Waiting for the pastries to finish baking, Pinkie lightly sucked on her finger as she read a cookbook for fun, occasionally drawing on the pages of her recipes, leaving damp trails over the words. The taste of her slime seemed to fill her with a soothing sensation, the sweetness from her baking mixing along with that special taste of her gooey goodness. Her lips became covered in her slime as she licked more and more at her covered hand, more and more of a mess forming in the kitchen as the slime made its mark. Once the timer went off, Pinkie pulled the cake out from the oven and let it cool down as she began to make the icing to decorate the spongy exterior. Grabbing yet another mixing bowl, she threw in powdered sugar and butter and began to mix it around with a spoon. The slime traveled from her hand down the spoon, naturally mixing into the batter. As Pinkie added the vanilla essence and everything else she could get her hands on, the mixture grew thicker as the sweet scent filled her nose. Finishing off with the milk, the creamy frosting stuck to the spoon as Pinkie lovingly licked and sucked up the wooden utensil. Licking her lips, something still didn’t taste right. Her eyes drifted more to the spray, as she rolled up the sleeves of her over-sized sweatshirt that she was given back at the school. Spraying more of the solution on her arms, the pink slime grew thicker as it covered even more of her. Shoving her arm into the bowl of icing, Pinkie’s eyes turned pink, glowing slightly, as the thoughts of her slimy form started to take hold. Pulling out her icing-covered arm, she licked up and down herself as she tasted the sweet cream that covered her hand. Sucking deeply on her fingers, she moaned at the taste of the slime mixing in the cream. Once her arm was licked clean, Pinkie looked down in shock as the icing that she had just made was gone, consumed by her in a flash. Pinkie rushed over to the pantry only to discover that she ran out of all the ingredients that she used for her baking. Slumped over the counter, she sighed as her the fluids from her arm dripped out against the hard tile. As the timer went off for the pie, Pinkie had a great idea. “I know! I’ll go to the store and get some more ingredients!” Pinkie exclaimed, starting to run off to the store with a trail of her slime from her arms following behind her. Stopping at her porch with a gasp, she ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the pie from the oven, using her non-slimy hand to grab the hot pie tin. “Ouch!” Pinkie shouted, throwing the hot pie on the counter. Instinctively sucking on her fingers to sooth the burn, her eyes drifted again to the spray bottle. She quickly grabbed the bottle and sprayed her hand, causing the slime to cover her skin, instantly healing the burn. Pinkie continued to suck on her fingers but more so for pleasure as she giggled. Holding the bottle in her gooey hands, she pulled off the top and poured the liquid solution on top of her, soaking through the loaned gym clothes. “Ahhh, much better!” Pinkie said with a slow smile as the slime started to form all around her. With every inch of her soaked with the transformative solution and goo, Pinkie started to run to the store, leaving an even more prominent trail of slime behind her wherever she went. Getting to the store, Pinkie ran up and down the aisles as the trail of slime followed behind her. Her skin continued to get more and more slick and slimy as the goo started to soak into her clothes. Holding onto her basket, she started to get more of the ingredients that she needed for her baked goods. “Let’s see. We need milk and eggs and flour,” Pinkie said to herself as her shirt started to slip down her gooey chest, slowly revealing her bare breasts. A concerned mother covered the eyes of her young boy before ushering him away from the slimegirl. “Oopsie!” Pinkie giggled, putting the milk in the basket and making no effort to pull back up her sleeves. Sliding over to the eggs, her shorts started to slip down as her slick slit between her legs flashed at the man sorting through the cheeses. His cheeks blushed before he turned away, trying not to look at the indecent Pinkie. “Hey! You know where I can find some flour?” Pinkie asked the man, nibbling on the tip of her gooey finger. “Uh, aisle seven.” The man answered, not making eye contact with her. “Thanks!” Pinkie giggled some more before putting away a carton of eggs in her basket and running off to the aisle mentioned to her. As she was making her way through the store, her eyes caught an aisle that was shining and glimmering under the supermarket lights. She turned to fully look at it, realizing that she was looking down the aisle filled with a wide variety of jams, jellies and other gooey liquids used for food products. Pinkie’s eyes lit up as she beamed and jumped up, letting her gooey clothes slip right off. Running her hands on top of all the jars of marmalade, Pinkie let out a soft moan as she felt at peace with all of the sweet and sticky substances by her side. She started putting jars of the jams and jellies into her basket as she panted, running her hand down her naked, slick body. Licking her lips, she opened one of the jars of apple-flavored jam and placed it on the shelf, dipped her finger inside. “Oooh… that’s a nice jelly,” Pinkie commented, pulling her gooey finger out and sucking off of the jam as her free hand started to rub at her slick, dripping slit between her slimy legs. Closing her eyes, she picked up the jar and ran her tongue along the edge of it, tasting the apple jam direct from the source. Her fingers slipped inside of her sticky opening, as she started to pleasure herself, the aroma of the jelly right under her nose driving her on. “Ah, yeah, more! I need more!” Pinkie moaned, pouring the jam on her body with her free hand, rubbing it into her chest. Pumping her fingers into herself, she started to feel a hard, gooey shaft push and grow against her palm. With a mouth full of apple jam, Pinkie giggled as she started to stroke at her slimy member, remembering her slimegirl instincts. “Mmm, this is much more fun!” Pinkie shouted in pleasure, opening a bottle of syrup as she squirted the bottle, smearing it all over her face, licking her lips clean as the goo mixed with the new contents. Her shaft throbbed as she continued to stroke herself, falling down in the puddle of slime that her body was trailing along the supermarket floor without any pain. Pinkie moaned loudly as she poured strawberry jam onto her face, letting the tip of her member spurt out her hot love jelly all over her stomach and chest. Dropping the jar, the glass shattered next to her as she panted in the sticky mess on the floor. A store associate turned the corner to investigate the sound, seeing the naked, gooey girl effectively passed out on the floor. “Yeah, we need a cleanup on aisle eight,” he called into the radio as he went over to the barely conscious Pinkie. As he poked her jelly-like shoulder, Pinkie giggled deliriously before opening her eyes. “Hi, there! Want some jelly?” Pinkie asked, scooping up the mess of jam on the floor to offer to the worker. “Miss, I need to you to leave the store!” The associate pushed away her hand, causing the slimy mixture to spill out of her hand. Pinkie’s eyes opened wide before jumping up and looking around frantically. “My cakes!” Pinkie shouted, grabbing the basket of jellies and jams and running out of the store, leaving the second trail of slime behind her. “You need to pay for those!” The associate shouted as his co-worker came around the corner with a mop and bucket, ready to clean up the spill. Pinkie’s speed started to reduce as she approached her home, feeling more in tune with her slimy thoughts and instincts. As much as she tried to rush home, she started to move slower until her pace was like a slug moving along the sidewalk. She gritted her teeth to move as fast as possible, trying to reach the front door of the house, panting with effort. Finally grabbing the doorknob, she opened the door and fell inside the doorway, feeling the soft carpet on the floor. Inching more into the home, Pinkie’s eyes trailed to the basket of mostly intact jars of jams, syrups, kinds of honey and jelly as her shaft began to harden underneath her. Turning onto her back, she crept more into the house, using her gooey legs to push the door closed behind her. “Home at last.” Pinkie said calmly and slowly, no longer giggling. Her mind slowed down as she slowed reached for the jam in the basket. Opening the jar, she started to pour the honey onto her chest, rubbing it into her goo. Moaning softly, her free hand began stroking her rod as she became more and more aroused. Opening another jar, Pinkie slipped her tongue slowly into the goop, taking in the flavor of the cherry jelly. She rubbed faster at her shaft as it became harder and less gooey, feeling only the slickness of her hands against her member. Dropping the open jar and rolling it across the floor on its side as some of the jelly spilled onto the floor, Pinkie slithered slowly against the floor, licking at her breasts held up in one of her palms with a goopy tongue. As soon as the jar was at her waist, she carefully directed her shaft into the half-full jar of cherry jelly and pushed it into the slimy food. Pinkie moaned louder but slower, starting to thrust into the open jelly. “Oooh… jelly.” Pinkie smiled slowly, lolling her tongue out as she opened another jar, spilling the marmalade out into her lap. Rubbing her hand into the jelly from the thrusting jar, she slowly sucked on her fingers to get a taste of the delicious mixture. Her shaft pushed deeper into the jelly, as she felt the cold preserves rub tightly against her rod. Slowly running a hand back down her slick body, she opened up another bottle of syrup before slipping her fingers into her rear, starting to push deep into her. Moaning again, Pinkie poured the bottle of syrup with her free hand onto her face as she became at peace with the slimy substances, making a big mess on the floor of her living room. Her member pulsed against the jelly as her body began to tingle, as she felt her gooey fingers push deeper inside her rear. “Ahhh… my hot jelly!” Pinkie shouted slowly, letting her member spurt her sticky goo into the jar of jelly, licking up the fluids on her face. Panting softly, she slowly pulled her fingers out of her rear and started to suck on their tips, getting the best amount of flavor from her sticky, gooey juices. Satisfied with her mess, Pinkie closed her eyes as the open jars rolled away from her, losing herself to the world in her jelly-based pleasure. Author's Note Sorry for the long wait for such a short chapter! I promise that the next chapter with Rarity will be worth it! Rarity's All Tied UpChapter 3: Rarity’s All Tied Up ~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~ Rarity watched as Pinkie Pie skipped down the hall with something held in her hand. She then looked at the rubbish bin to the side of her, all of the remaining science experiment spray bottles stacked in a pile on top of each other. The purple-colored perfume bottle that she had been sprayed with to turn into the spider monstrosity was on the top of the pile, just waiting to be picked up. Reaching into the bin, Rarity bit her lip as she thought of the consequences of her actions at the fair. “I mean, it would be a shame to waste a fabulous bottle. Maybe I can dump all that nasty spider stuff and place a better fragrance in it!” Rarity reasoned with herself, taking the perfume out of the rubbish and carrying it out with her before she headed off home. “Sweetie Belle! I’m home!” Rarity announced, opening the door to her boutique, downstairs from her home’s living area. The silence of the showroom floor seemed normal as Rarity shrugged at her sister’s non-response and picked up the mail from the ground. “She must be out running around with her friends.” Rarity told herself, flipping through the various letters and leaflets in the stack of delivered mail. Among the various credit card and used car offers, one letter caught her eye with the address of… “Prance Magazine?!” Rarity gasped, dropping the mail to run over to her chaise lounge, ripping open the envelope to read the letter. “Dear Rarity, On behalf of the recommendation of our junior associate Photo Finish and the celebrity statement of Countess Coloratura detailing your involvement in costuming for her latest music video, we would like to extend an offer to create a dazzling new line of dresses to be featured in a photo shoot cover story. Please understand that this is a great opportunity for a young up-and-coming designer as yourself. Please call us if there is anything we can do to help you meet the deadline. Sincerely,” “Prim Hemline! Editor-in-Chief of Prance Magazine!” Rarity shouted, holding the letter to her chest as she squealed in delight at the offer. She had had some simple formal dress orders and favors for her friends, but nothing like a spread for a famous magazine! The Coloratura gig was more of a fluke since Applejack and Rara go back to early camp days, but this! This was a chance to show everyone what she could do! Rarity quickly scanned the remaining details on the cover letter, realizing that she had the right amount of direction and freedom to create the Spring Spotlight line for the magazine. However, there was one detail that tripped up Rarity as she tightened her grip on the golden letter in her hands. “The photo shoot is this weekend?!” Rarity shrieked, quickly throwing down the letter as she ran to her Inspiration room. Immersing herself into the creative study of her workshop, she quickly checked the inventory of her supplies. “Okay, plenty of cloth, buttons are looking good, can’t ever have enough ribbons. Uh huh, uh huh.” Rarity counted off until she reached an empty box that was simply listed SPOOLS OF THREAD. Another shriek came from Rarity as she frantically searched the box for even the tiniest, half-full spool of thread for her sewing machine. If she could make an outfit completely out of rope and denim, then she could work under pressure with just under one spool. However, nothing was found. No black, red or blue. The box was completely empty. Rarity’s lip quivered at the thought of not having enough materials to craft the best Spring fashion line that anyone has ever seen, but suddenly a memory hit her. There was at least one spool of thread that she stored away from her inventory. Rushing over to her work desk, she opened a drawer containing a wooden box with a rainbow design on the lid. Opening the box, Rarity expected to see the special rainbow thread that Miss Coco had given her on her trip to the Big City. Unfortunately, that too was empty. Rarity dropped the ornate rainbow box on the floor. Her Inspiration room span around her, turning into a nightmarish prison. The mannequins around the room started to have twisted grins on their blank, featureless faces. Rarity’s eyelids grew heavy until, with a dramatic gasp, her vision grew black as she fell gracefully onto the floor. “Rarity! I’m home!” Rarity’s eyes opened at the exclamation from downstairs, finding herself on the floor of the Inspiration room. Slowly standing up and brushing off her skirt, she quickly made her way back down to the showroom. “Sweetie Belle, darling!” Rarity smiled, walking over to her sister before Rarity wrapped her arms around her. “How was your afternoon?” “Oh, we went to see that musical movie at the cinema for the club with the Crusaders! Scootaloo didn’t like it, but I loved the songs!” Sweetie Belle replied, dropping her backpack next to where they were standing. Looking back over at her older sister, Sweetie Belle tilted her head at Rarity, a confused expression on her face. “Is something the matter Rarity? Your hair is a mess!” “What?” Rarity scoffed, using her hand to smooth down her carefully crafted coiffure which had gotten a little out of hand during her mad search of the boutique for a spool of thread. “No… I mean, yes, sort of... Sweetie Belle?” “Yes?” Sweetie Belle inched closer, noticing the slight twitch that was at the edge of Rarity’s eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to all my precious sewing thread, would you?” Rarity asked, running her hand along the table next to her, giving her best smile to her sister. “Oh! Yeah, the Crusaders needed it for our costumes for the big Daring Do premiere that’s coming up this month! Sorry for not telling you before.” Sweetie Belle answered as Rarity’s twitch became worse. “You used… all the thread?” Rarity asked again, trying to breathe evenly as Sweetie Belle’s expression became confused again. “Uh, yeah?” “Even the super special thread that I had stored away as a gift?” Rarity asked quickly, trailing off with a short chuckle. “Oh, the rainbow colors! Yeah, that worked really well with Scootaloo’s rainbow wig!” Sweetie Belle replied innocently as Rarity’s perfectly manicured nails started to dig into the table they were standing beside. “You did?” Rarity squeaked, choking on the words that she wishes she could say to her little sister. “I hope you’re not mad, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle pouted sadly, looking up at Rarity with her big, sad eyes. “Mad? Oh, I’m not mad, Sweetie Belle.” Rarity coughed, taking the opportunity to smooth out her hair again, noticing the fringes of madness returning as her eyes twitched more while smiling at her sister. “I just have a very important order but I’m sure an express delivery of supplies can solve everything.” “Right,” Sweetie Belle leaned away, walking over to her backpack. “Well, I have some… uh… homework! Yeah, homework to do so… I’ll leave you to it!” Before Rarity could acknowledge her sister’s quick departure, she had pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number of her supplier for all things related to designing and crafting her latest fashions. “Pierre? Yes, it’s Rarity. Listen, darling, I have a bit of a situation here at the boutique and I need an express order of the highest quality thread you can provide me. Yes yes, you know I’m good for premium, I’m sure the card on file will take care of the price tag.” Rarity explained over the phone. Tapping her finger on the table, Rarity listened to the other line of the call as she sighed, looking over to the stairs leading up from the boutique, Sweetie Belle sitting and listening in on her. “A box of 100? Oh, that will be perfect! Yes, the address is the same. And the fastest shipping you have, please. Yes, yes, just charge it!” Rarity quickly cleared her throat, noticing her rudeness. “I’m sorry darling, it’s just this is a bit of a crisis so I may come off a bit curt. Oh, it’s on its way? Processing… got it. Well, when will it arrive?” Rarity stared right at the stairs and spotted Sweetie Belle, who quickly gave off a little squeak before actually going up the stairs with her bag. “Tomorrow morning? Oh, then there’s nothing to worry about! Thank you so much, Pierre, I knew I could count on you! Ta-ta!” Hanging up the call, Rarity breathed a short sigh of relief as she ran her hand through her hair again, leaning against the table. Looking over at the chaise lounge, she had noticed that Sweetie Belle had knocked over Rarity’s book-bag in her hurry to leave the showroom floor. The perfume bottle with the poofy atomizer on the top had rolled out of the bag. “Right, that perfume bottle!” Rarity told herself aloud, going over to pick the item off of the floor. Looking at the crystalline bottle design, her fingers danced along the atomizer, ready to give herself a quick spray. However, a thought crossed her mind, reminding her of the spider-like creature that she became, overcome with lust and desire in her madness. Her hand moved away from the poofy atomizer as she set the bottle down on the shelf next to the lounge. “I’ll deal with those contents after the weekend. In the meantime…” Rarity walked up the stairs, her mind starting to become more focused on dinner more than anything else. “Creativity can’t thrive on an empty stomach!” Rarity woke up the next morning, still panicking about the thread situation. As much as she tried to draw up the designs the night before for the fashion line that she needed the thread for, everything seemed off and wrong as she stressed about the lack of supplies. As she crumpled up and tossed the design papers, the floor to Rarity’s bedroom became littered with more and more rejected concepts and scribbles. Getting out of the bed, Rarity’s feet crushed the layer of paper on the floor, causing her to sigh. “Maybe a nice bath could help calm my nerves.” Rarity told herself as she walked along the floor made of paper until her feet finally reached a carpeted island. Going into the bathroom, she ran the water into the tub as she slowly disrobed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Pulling at her soft, porcelain skin, she could see the beginning of baggy, sleepy circles around her eyes. Turning away from the mirror, Rarity turned off the faucet for the tub and slowly stepped into the warm water. Slipping down to the side of the tub, she took a deep breath and sigh as her body became enveloped in the warm water in the bath. Soaking in the bath for a few minutes, Rarity closed her eyes as she started to drift into some well-needed peace. Inspiration had still eluded her, but for a brief moment, she didn’t worry about the photo shoot or the fashion line or anything like that. In the quiet morning, in the closed bathroom, unable to be interrupted, Rarity sunk deep into the water as her wild and messy bed hair became wet, slipping under the surface. Rarity pulled herself out of the bath and reached over to the bottle in a holder attached to the wall next to the bath. Squeezing a generous amount into her palms, she began to lather up her arms and hands with the soapy bubbles. Lifting up her glistening legs one at a time, she ran the suds up and down them as she gently massaged her feet. Dipping her legs back into the water, she sat up as she covered up her chest, gently rubbing against it with her soapy hands. Feeling clean enough, Rarity sunk back down in the water to wash away the soap into the bath, before coming back up fresh and clean. Grabbing another bottle from the shelf with the silhouette of a horse on the label, Rarity poured the liquid into her hand and slowly applied the shampoo to her long, straightened hair. The shampoo sank into her hair as she slowly ran her hand down the length, being careful not to tug on the knots too tightly. Once her hair was sufficiently covered in shampoo, Rarity slipped once again down in the water, leaving her face above the surface as she washed the soap out of her luscious mane. Rarity breathed a content sigh as she floated in the bath, letting her body soak deep into the water. Closing her eyes, she focused on the silence around her as she drifted into the peace, without any worries at all. There was nothing that could bother her. DING-DONG Well, almost nothing. Rarity’s eyes shot open at the sound of the doorbell as her frantic nature flooded back, amplifying the sound in her ears. Her mind began to race as the doorbell went off again, wondering why Sweetie Belle hadn’t answered the door yet. Sitting up in the bath, the bell went off again as a heavy knock came to the door. Jumping out of the bath still soaking wet, Rarity quickly grabbed a towel and darted out of the bathroom. Running down the stairs, Rarity called out as the doorbell rang again. “Just a second!” Rarity quickly tied the towel around her dripping wet body, walking briskly across the showroom floor to the front door. “Who’s at the door this early?” Sweetie Belle yawned from the top of the stairs as she noticed the barely dressed Rarity about to answer the door. Pulling the door open, Rarity smiled to greet the delivery person only to find Sunset Shimmer in the doorway instead. “Uh, good morning?” Sunset asked, her smile fading as Rarity looked horrified at not only the lack of a package but at the prospect of having to answer the door in a towel without doing her hair. Rarity quickly slammed the door on Sunset, leaning with her back against it. “Is this a bad time?” Sunset knocked on the door again, unaware of Rarity slipping down against it as her towel fell off of her. “No, not really, darling!” Rarity called back, the twitch in her eye returning as she hurriedly gripped at the towel, trying to fix it back up. “Can I come in and talk?” “Um, no.” “Well, okay, I was just wondering if you were okay after yesterday.” Sunset rose her eyebrow out of the door, leaning closer to talk to Rarity. Rarity looked at her hands as she rubbed and scratched up and down her arms, experiencing the phantom feeling of spiders crawling up and down her in her monstrous form. “I’m fine, Sunset! Thanks for checking up on me!” Rarity replied as Sweetie Belle watched her sister from the stairs. “Oh, alright then! See you at school?” Sunset asked as she was about to leave. “Yes, until then darling!” Rarity bit down on the finger in her mouth as the panic started to overwhelm her. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard as Sunset walked away from the front of the boutique. “What was all that about?” Sweetie Belle asked, still kinda groggy from waking up so early. “Sweetie Belle, darling, Mama-” Rarity paused, catching the word on her tongue. “I mean, I’m waiting for a very important package this morning. So please, be a dear and tell me when the delivery arrives?” “Oh, sure! But I might be going with the Crusaders in the afternoon to work on our group project for class.” Sweetie Belle explained, still confused at why her sister ran down the stairs with just a towel on. “Oh, well, I’m sure the delivery will be before then. I’ll be upstairs!” Rarity quickly went up the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind her. “Wait! What about breakfast?” Sweetie Belle quickly asked. After not hearing a response, she sighed and walked back to her room. “Guess that means no breakfast today.” “What do you mean there’s a delay in the shipment?” Rarity asked angrily over the phone, looking at the front door while tapping her fingers on the table she was leaning against. “You said it would be delivered this morning!” Sweetie Belle tiptoed around the showroom as she carried her bag, going towards the door behind Rarity’s back. “Yes but Pierre, it’s very important I get that delivery as soon as possible!” Rarity explained, turning her back to the door to the boutique. Sweetie Belle inched closer to the door handle, carefully turning it as she made her secret escape. “It’ll be here tonight? I sure hope so with the amount I paid for express delivery!” The bell at the top of the frame rang as Sweetie Belle opened the door, causing her to freeze in her tracks. Rarity quickly turned around, hoping to see a delivery person with the parcel, only to be disappointed yet again. “Alright, thank you for your help Pierre.” Rarity hung up the call before stomping over to Sweetie Belle, still paralyzed in the doorway. “And just where do you think you’re going?” “Uh, I told you that the Crusaders have a project that needs to be done! They’re waiting for me!” Sweetie Belle replied, adjusting the bag on her back, the backpack full of supplies for their project. “But the delivery isn’t here yet!” Rarity pleaded, incredibly frustrated at the fact that the package had not been delivered and was now even more late, leaving her with a shorter window to craft the fashion line in time for the photo shoot. “You can wait here for it, no problem!” Sweetie Belle suggested, taking a step out of the doorway. “I’ll be back later tonight, okay Rarity?” “Wait!” Rarity shouted, stepping out in front of Sweetie Belle in front of the boutique. “What if I can’t make it to the door because I’m in the bathroom or something?” “You came downstairs this morning wearing just a towel.” Sweetie Belle reminded her, much to Rarity’s embarrassment. “I think you’ll be fine answering the door in just about anything.” “Alright, but make sure to come back home before it gets too late. And I’ll most likely be busy in my Inspiration room, so please don’t disturb me when you come home.” Rarity sighed, stepping off to the side as Sweetie Belle walked out onto the sidewalk. “Alright then! Bye Rarity!” Sweetie Belle waved goodbye as she walked down the street, Rarity watching as her sister turned the corner. Looking up and down the street, several people were walking around but she saw no sign of a delivery van or person or anything similar. Gritting her teeth, Rarity turned towards the door and let out a frustrated growl. “Where is that delivery?!” Sweetie Belle skipped back to her home as the streetlights began to turn on. Rummaging through the pockets of her bag, she groaned at the fact that she didn’t have her keys on her and the boutique had been most likely closed all day. She walked up to the door and held her finger on the doorbell, ready to press it. Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared her for what came next as soon as she pressed the button. “Well, it’s about time!” Rarity shouted, swinging the door open. “I’ve been waiting for that delivery all day!” Huffing and puffing in her rage, she realized that the visitor was not the late delivery person but Sweetie Belle waving with a nervous smile on her face. “Hi Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said, stepping into the boutique. “Have you been waiting for the package all day?” “Oh! Sweetie Belle!” Rarity blinked, rubbing her eyes as she laughed nervously. “No, of course not. I’ve been… very productive today!” “Uh-huh,” Sweetie Belle added, looking at the mess of a mane on top of Rarity’s head. “I don’t think the delivery is going to come today. It’s already too late.” “No, they said it would be here! It has to be here! The photo shoot is tomorrow!” Rarity started to bite at her fingertips, the twitch in her eyes becoming more prominent. “I need the thread for my fashion line! I need it!” “Why not use an alternative to the thread?” Sweetie Belle asked, shrugging before going up the stairs to her room. “An… alternative?” Rarity repeated, the idea running through her mind as she heard the deafening tick of the clock for every second that passed by. Her eyes trailed towards the shelf next to her chaise lounge where the spider-based solution sat in its crystalline perfume bottle. Her heart started to beat faster as her feet moved her closer to the fabled perfume, biting her lip as she reached out for the bottle. Dancing her fingers along the poofy atomizer, Rarity’s thoughts filled with the power that came from her monster-like state. She smiled at the idea of control in her hectic situation, giving it a light squeeze. The solution sprayed out from the bottle into the air as Rarity caught a whiff of the pleasant scent that Sunset and Twilight had concocted into the experiment. “Desperate times call for desperate measures!” Rarity announced, directing the spray nozzle towards her face and neck and giving the atomizer a full squeeze. The solution sprayed onto her bare skin as Rarity peppered herself with the unstable solution. Breathing in the spider-based pheromones, Rarity’s eyes opened wide as the effects started to take hold. The room began to spin around as Rarity’s senses started to heighten. Losing grip on the crystalline perfume bottle, she heard the glass shatter next to her as she chuckled. Rarity marched towards the stairs, becoming aware of how cumbersome her feet were becoming to walk with her new condition. Her slippers began to rip and tear at her feet grew longer and shifted to a black color, fine hairs coating them. Her laughter grew as her hands gripped onto her already frazzled hair as she tugged down on it. Getting to the stairs, Rarity’s socks ripped apart as her legs grew thicker and hairier with the black fur. Grinning with a twisted smile, Rarity’s sense of control was coming back to her as the solution settled inside of her. She held her hand against her side as she laughed walking up the stairs, feeling something stirring inside of her. Once she reached the top of the stairs, Rarity let out a loud cackle as something began to push out against her side, stretching the band of her skirt. Her two furry legs soon became four, with two more forming legs of equal length ripping away her skirt and panties while her lower half covered in the black fur. Rarity crawled towards her bedroom as two more legs formed on her side, feeling her hips stretch out and lengthen to match her form. Barraging into her room, Rarity moaned as the last set of legs pushed out of her, making the total a matching eight. Rolling her eyes back, a fit of laughter came over her as she felt herself getting taller in her bedroom. She let out a loud groan as she felt a heavy pressure from her backside as her legs danced around next to her. Her lower half stretched out as an abdomen pushed out behind her, covered in the dark, black fur of her lower body. She wiggled her abdomen as the heat inside of her rose. Laughing maniacally, she ripped away her shirt to reveal her perky breasts, feeling them grow in size as the monster inside of her started to take control. Lapping up and down her hands, Rarity became familiar with her new form as her laughing fit subsided. “Oh yes, this is the power I wanted!” Rarity announced, hearing the seductive tone in her voice. “Mama is back, my pretties!” She ran her hands down her chest and moaned, arching her back as she squeezed her ample breasts. Panting from the heat inside her, Rarity slipped her hands down her stomach, running her fingers over her tight, wet slit. She licked her lips before slipping her fingers deep inside of her, letting out a gasp. As she pumped her hand into her soft opening, Rarity caressed and sucked on her breasts as she soon lost herself to the pleasure of her spider form. Her thoughts were filled with tying up her friends with the long, thick threads of her web and forcing them to pleasure her in every way imaginable. With this amount of power, she could control anyone she wanted. Letting out a loud moan, Rarity’s slit squirted out her hot juices against her fingers in her climax as her abdomen shot out long, sticky threads of her web aimlessly into the air, landing everywhere in the room. Breathing heavily as she looked at the web-covered room through half-lidded eyes, Rarity’s mind became clear from the afterglow of her pleasure. “Ideeeeea~!” Rarity shouted triumphantly in a seductive voice, grabbing all of the web stuck to her body with her hands as she began to clean up the room. Sweetie Belle yawned as she stepped out of her room after waking up the morning after. Stretching in the hallway, she noticed the trail of silver, silk-like threads leading from Rarity’s bedroom to her Inspiration room. Following the trail, she knocked the door of the room. “Rarity? Are you in there?” Sweetie Belle asked as her hand became stuck in the sticky webs around the door. “What’s with all the webs around here?” Shaking off the threads attached to her hand, Sweetie Belle opened the door to find Rarity hard at work at her station. She was wearing a long flowing black dress cut down the center to accent her enlarged bosom, ornamented with golden streaks along the sides. Looking around the room, Sweetie Belle saw the fruits of Rarity’s labor for her fashion line. The dresses were elegant black, with white threads that made the mannequins look like they were tied up with rope. The threads wrapped around their torso, the see-through material of the garments revealing their plastic breasts. The male mannequins had a much darker style to them. Lots of masks on their emotionless, stoic faces while their tops were more formal with the same thread motif around their arms and midsections. The bottoms of the outfits seemed to focus largely on their laps and crotch, using the silver threads to direct the attention to their plastic bulges, which were near non-existent on their plastic figures. The designs looked more like erotic bondage than actual fashion, which is exactly what Rarity was going for. “Sweetie Belle! Darling!” Rarity turned to her sister and crawled over on her furred legs, sweeping Sweetie Belle into a tight hug against her soft, plush breasts. “Is this your big project?” Sweetie Belle asked, muffled by her sister’s chest as she was squeezed tightly by her arms. “Yes! Don’t you just love it?” Rarity lets go of Sweetie Belle, presenting the finished works of her fashion line. “I call it Spider Chic, for obvious reasons. Isn’t it wonderful?” “It’s certainly something!” Sweetie Belle replied, trying not to look at her sister’s new form. “Hmm, is something the matter? Come on, tell Mama what’s wrong.” Rarity ran her hand down her sister’s cheek, much to Sweetie Belle’s surprise. “Mama?” Sweetie Belle repeated, giving Rarity a strange look. “Yes, Sweetie. I’m here to protect you!” Rarity smiled sweetly, holding out her arms wide towards her sister. “But… look at you! Look at all this! What has gotten into you?” Rarity’s expression fell for a second before lifting her hand to her face and laughing haughtily. “Oh Sweetie, you just don’t understand the extent of my power!” Before she could have a chance to respond, the doorbell rang from downstairs. Sweetie Belle looked at Rarity as the twisted smile appeared on her black lipstick-coated mouth again. “Could you be a dear and go and get that? Mama has work to do up here.” Rarity turned back to her station, beginning to sew more additions to her projects. Sweetie Belle sighed and shook her head, going down to the front of the boutique to open the door. “Express Delivery for a Miss Rarity?” the delivery girl asked, smiling in her khaki brown uniform, her eyes looking in slightly different directions. “Not very express, if you ask me.” Sweetie Belle commented. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what went wrong with the shipping!” The girl’s eyes drifted off to the side as she tried to explain herself, holding onto the big box in her hands. “She’s upstairs if you want to deliver it.” Sweetie Belle opened the door further for the blonde-haired delivery girl as she went into the boutique. “Thank you! Wow, you guys have a nice shop here!” she commented, accidentally knocking over a mannequin with one of Rarity’s old dresses on it. “Oops! Sorry!” “It’s okay! Go and deliver the package, miss!” Sweetie Belle said, going to pick up the knocked-over mannequin as the delivery girl made her way up the stairs. Sweetie Belle could hear the knock on the door as she stood at the foot of the stairs. “Express delivery for Miss Rarity!” “Oh, well it’s about time~ I don’t need the package anymore, but you’ll do nicely!” Rarity replied before a loud squeak came from the delivery girl, followed by the sound of a door slamming and locking. Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as she sighed, heading towards the front door to go to the Sweet Shoppe for an early morning breakfast, seeing as her sister was going to be busy for the day. Author's Note Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Now, I need help deciding who to focus on for next month’s addition! Please voice your opinions on this poll! https://www.strawpoll.me/15143199 Polls close at 2/28/18 12:00am (28/2/18 08:00 GMT) Applejack’s Grazing the FieldChapter 4: Applejack’s Grazing the Field ~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~ Applejack swung her bag onto her shoulder as she watched Rarity pull something out of the trash. Caught with curiosity, she walked over to the trash can and looked inside to find the remaining science experiment spray bottles dug inside of the garbage inside. She paused and raised an eyebrow at the thought of prissy Rarity digging her hand into the trash to pull something like the monster spray out of the can. Mulling over the thoughts, her gaze fell upon the orange-colored bottle that had turned her into a centauride. Reaching in, Applejack grabbed the scuffed up, plastic spray bottle and pulled it away from the muck inside of the can. Her finger teased at the trigger of the spray, getting a silly thought about having her half-horse self running around the field of her co-op farm, with her hair and tail blowing in the wind. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened her bag and stuffed the spray inside for safekeeping before making her way out of the school for the day. Applejack walked up to the front door of the Apple Family home next to the farm that they used to grow their own produce and raise their animals. The family store had closed for the day as Applejack sniffed the fresh scent coming from the open window to the home. The smell of Granny Smith’s famous stew was something that she couldn’t easily ignore. “I’m home!” Applejack announced, setting her bag on the floor next to the door. “Soup’s almost ready, dearie!” Granny Smith yelled back from the kitchen as Applejack walked over to the living room where Apple Bloom was already hard at work decorating something on the floor. “Whatcha working on, sis?” Applejack asked, leaning down to get a closer look. “It’s my costume for the Daring Do premiere!” Apple Bloom explained, holding up the khaki vest that she was trying her best to stitch up correctly. Applejack held her hand over her mouth, wondering how much thread was actually necessary to piece the clothing together. “Uh, maybe you should get Rarity to help you with that when she’s not busy?” Applejack suggested, trying to balance her brutal honesty with sensitivity towards Apple Bloom’s hard work. Apple Bloom looked at the vest which was haphazardly stitched together and sighed. “Ah, you’re right. I’ll ask Sweetie Belle to ask her for me tomorrow!” Apple Bloom stood up and brushed off her pants. Applejack smiled and ruffled her hair, tussling her hairbow slightly. “That’s the spirit. Now there’s no harm in asking for help!” Applejack crossed her arms triumphantly, taking pride in the lesson that she taught her little sister. “Soup’s on, everybody!” Granny Smith announced from the dining room, ringing the dinner bell enthusiastically. Apple Bloom squealed and ran towards the door to the dinner table right as Big Mac came through with a bunch of tools and crates in his arms. “Eeeenope!” Big Mac let out as he did a spin move to avoid the darting Apple Bloom, much to Applejack’s amusement. “Someone should tell you that too, Big Mac.” Applejack winked, slapping his back as the crates and tools shifted in Big Mac’s burly arms. He groaned before remembering his mission, letting Applejack walk into the dining room. The two girls took their seats at the table as they watched Granny Smith come into the room with a big metal pot, filled with the best soup that anyone had ever grace their tongue. With their mouths watering, Granny Smith opened the lid to the pot to let the fragrant, seasoned aroma fill every inch of the air in the room. “Hoo Granny! You sure outdid yourself this night!” Applejack commented, using the ladle to fill her bowl with the stew as the hot mixture poured neatly inside. “Ah do try, dearie. It’s not every day that you get to experience an old Apple family recipe!” Granny Smith grinned, taking pride in the accomplishment. “She says after every week of making a different old family recipe.” Apple Bloom whispered to Applejack with a giggle. Applejack nodded, using the ladle to fill up Apple Bloom’s bowl with the soup. “Big Mac! Get in here before the soup runs cold!” Granny Smith shouted, taking her seat in the rocking chair that was set at the head of the table. “Sorry Granny,” Big Mac apologized as he walked into the dining room, wiping the brow of his sweat. “Whatcha working so hard on, Big Mac?” Applejack asked, taking a big spoonful of the stew into her mouth. Big Mac opened his mouth to speak right before a loud clearing of the throat filled the silence. “Less talkin’ more eatin’!” Granny Smith instructed as Big Mac looked over at the de facto matriarch of the table. Big Mac resigned and poured himself a bowl, knowing his actions were worth more than his words. “We got the big harvest this weekend so we’re getting ready to start bright and early tomorrow morning!” “Oh, is that this weekend?” Applejack asked, losing track of her schedule. “Darn tootin’!” Granny Smith commented, sipping at her stew. “But the Crusaders have a big project to work on!” Apple Bloom reminded, dipping her spoon into the bowl. “Is that right?” Granny Smith’s eyes narrowed, looking at Apple Bloom for any signs that she might be lying. “Well, in that case, Big Mac and Applejack can take on the bulk of it. You’ll be expected to work the morning though!” “Yes Granny,” Apple Bloom said under her breath, eating the soup in front of her. “Granny, you can’t be serious. With the number of trees in that orchard? It’ll take me and Big Mac at least a week on our own!” Applejack persisted. “You got the two days before your school, y’all will be just fine! Apple Bloom has to work on her studies.” Granny smiled at Apple Bloom, who was smiling sweetly back. “Big Mac, say something!” Applejack instructed to her brother, trying to highlight the severity of the choice Granny Smith was making. Big Mac gulped and continued to eat his spoonfuls of the stew without another word. “Oh Applejack, don’t you worry! I’m sure you’ll think of a solution!” Granny Smith blew on her spoon, accidentally spitting the soup back into the bowl. “Fiddlesticks!” Applejack sighed and stirred the spoon in her bowl, knowing that her position had been defeated by the party of the dining table. Waking up early in the morning, before the caw of the rooster, Applejack jumped out of bed and got dressed, ready to take on the huge task that was put ahead of her. As she made her way out into the orchard at the break of dawn, she looked over the masses of apple trees across the fields next to the farmhouse. “Oh, how in the world am I and Big Mac supposed to get this done this weekend?” Applejack told herself, getting her work gloves on as she began gripping onto the trunks of trees, shaking the fruit from their branches. It took a lot of effort for a farm girl like Applejack to make sure that all of the apples from the trees fell down After the apples fell onto the soft grass below, Applejack would lean down and collect the fruit into the baskets before moving onto the next tree. And then the next. And the one after that. Once the sun rose higher in the sky, Big Mac and Apple Bloom yawned as they made their way into the field. Applejack looked over, striking the tree’s trunk with her gloved fist as more apples fell down onto the grass. “Morning sleepyheads!” Applejack wiped her forehead from the sweat of working in the early hours, not to anyone’s surprise. “Why do you get up so early, sis?” Apple Bloom asked with another yawn, picking up the apple collecting basket by Applejack. “The sooner we get started, the sooner we finish!” Applejack answered as Big Mac shuffled over to one of the bountiful apple trees, wrapping his burly arms around it. Applejack picked up another basket and moved underneath Big Mac’s tree, holding it steady under the branches. “Alright, Big Mac, let’s get to shaking!” Big Mac nodded before shaking the trunk with all his strength, letting the apples fall from their branches without breaking a sweat. Applejack and Apple Bloom scurried underneath as they held their baskets, hoping to catch the apples before they hit the grass next to the tree. As soon as all the apples were collected, they would move onto the next tree, ready to collect more and more apples. “Alright, you hard workers! Lunchtime!” Granny Smith shouted from the porch of the house. Applejack, Apple Bloom and Big Mac looked over, leaving their baskets by the tree. They made their way back over to the farmhouse, dripping with sweat from working in the harsh sun. Apple Bloom reached over the table for the pitcher of lemonade, pouring herself a glass. Big Mac collapsed into a chair, putting at his shirt which was drenched with sweat. Applejack slouched over as she walked into the dining room, thinking about how it was only midday and they weren’t even halfway done with the orchard. “I’ll be right back,” Applejack said as Granny Smith came through the kitchen door with sandwiches and apple slices. Applejack dragged her feet as she walked towards the stairs, tripping over the straps to her backpack. Catching her balance, she looked over at the spray bottle that was thrown out from the pocket in her bag. She leaned over to pick it up, remember how refreshing the solution was to her face when they tested the spray on her. Applejack also couldn’t help to remember the strength of the equine legs she grew from the solution, giving her mind an interesting idea. Holding the bottle close, Applejack spritzed the solution onto herself, feeling the cold touch of the liquid against her face and neck. She took a deep breath of the solution in as she closed her eyes, starting to feel her thoughts calm down and not be held back by the heat. Feeling rejuvenated, Applejack stood tall and walked back into the kitchen, sitting down at the table as her siblings ate their sandwiches. “So, I’m good to go after lunch, right?” Apple Bloom asked, taking another bite of her sandwich. “That depends. Do you think you need Apple Bloom’s help with this Applejack?” Granny Smith asked as Applejack poured herself a glass of lemonade and drank it down almost instantly. Big Mac opened his mouth to say something, still sweating profusely as Applejack interrupted his thought. “I think me and Big Mac got this covered!” Applejack said confidently, shoving a slice of the snack-size sandwiches into her mouth. “Don’t worry Apple Bloom, you can run off with your friends.” “Yay!” Apple Bloom cheered to herself, finishing the sandwich and then running upstairs to change out of her sweaty work clothes. Big Mac turned to Applejack, who was drinking her second glass of lemonade in one big gulp. Granny Smith smiled as she bit into her own sandwich, watching Applejack from across the table. “You ready to get back out there, Big Mac?” Applejack asked, taking a big bite of the sandwich. Big Mac tried to catch his breath, slowly drinking his refreshing lemonade as Applejack grabbed his arm and started to pull him away from the table. “Don’t work too hard now!” Granny Smith said, watching as Applejack dragged Big Mac back into the orchard. Big Mac slouched over, looking over at the newly energized Applejack. “Hoo-wee, Big Mac! You’re sweating like a pig over here!” Applejack commented, noticing the large wet patches of perspiration on Big Mac’s shirt. Her hands tugged at the edge of the shirt, trying to pull the top over his head. Big Mac groaned at the movement, his face covered by the fabric of his shirt. Applejack stepped back to take in Big Mac’s glistening, rock-hard chest as her mind started to wander. She could feel her heart starting to beat faster as she watched Big Mac whip off his shirt, flexing his large muscles in his arms. Applejack stared at his bare chest, not noticing her mouth open as she gawked. “Is this better?” Big Mac asked, holding his hands on his waist. Applejack blinked and snapped out of her trance. “Uh, yeah! I mean, that was only weighing you down!” Applejack reasoned, trying not to look at her brother’s chiseled torso. She could feel the damp patches on her sleeves and neck, unbuttoning her shirt from the top. Big Mac’s eyes widened before turning away as Applejack stripped off her top, leaving her only in a tight-fitting, athletic sports bra. “Mmm, now that’s much better! Come on Big Mac, let’s get bucking!” She instructed, lightly punching at Big Mac’s arm. He ran his hand down his bicep, feeling the strong hit from his sister, surprised at her strength. The two went to work at shaking the trees, but without Apple Bloom’s help, it took them just as long to pick up the apples from the ground. Applejack wiped her forehead and pulled at her top as she watched the beads of sweat dripping from Big Mac’s toned back. Her thoughts became hazy as a crazy idea stuck in her head. Hiking up her jeans, she tightened her boots and made sure she had the best range motion in her kicks. Big Mac watched as he held onto the trunk of the tree, shaking the apples from the branches. Applejack took her position at the base of the tree and turned around, her back towards the trunk. With a calm, deep breath, she used all of her strength to pivot and kick the trunk, sending a shockwave through the branches to make the apples fall all at once. Big Mac looked on with his mouth open at the pure strength of his sister, shaking the last remaining stubborn apples in the tree. Satisfied with her performance, Applejack started collecting the apples earlier than her brother before going on to buck the next tree with her strong legs. As night fell on the orchard, Applejack and Big Mac returned back to the farmhouse, exhausted from all the work in collecting the apples. With Applejack’s bucking method, the two managed to clear more than half of the trees. Big Mac rubbed at his shoulders, wincing as he sat down with his sore back. Applejack rolled her tongue out as she went over to the refrigerator, pulling out the cold pitcher of lemonade before guzzling down a glass. “Great work out there, Big Mac. We’re just about halfway done!” Applejack commented, rubbing a dish towel on her forehead and neck before tossing it to Big Mac on the couch. “Eeyup.” Big Mac groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the couch. “I’m gonna wash up and get some shut-eye. You’ll be ready early in the morning?” Applejack asked, standing in the doorway of the living room. “Eeyup.” Big Mac repeated, his eyes still closed. Applejack smiled as she walked up to the stairs, going to her room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled off her top and tossed it to the side. Running her hands on her chest, she could feel the sweat dripping down on her chest. Sitting down on the bed, she untied her boots and slipped them off, taking off her socks along with them. Unbuckling her belt, she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, leaving her in her panties. Her hand trailed down her stomach, teasing at the band of her underwear. Hooking her thumbs on her panties, she slipped them down to her ankles, leaving herself completely nude. Holding her arms over her head, she stretched towards the ceiling with her eyes closed. An involuntary whinny escaped her lips as she abruptly stopped, looking around at the source of the sound. Scratching at the back of her head, she grabbed her bath towel and walked over to the bathroom for a quick shower before bed. Falling back in bed refreshed from her shower, Applejack promptly fell asleep without putting on her pajamas. Her mind played back images of herself kicking at the trees with a group of horses in the background in their fenced area. Feeling the cool breeze along her nude body, she kicked strongly against the trunk with her bare feet, not getting a single scratch on her. The horses in the pen whinnied and neighed as they watched Applejack work, stamping their hooves against the dirt underneath them. Applejack turned around to see the lovely mares, hearing their cheers in their native tongue. She smiled as she stretched, letting her breasts pull up along her chest. A horse neighed in appreciation as Applejack suddenly found herself surrounded by the group of mares. Petting and brushing against their soft coats, she shivered in delight. One mare leaned in, using her long tongue to lick off the sweat on Applejack’s back. The other turned around and flicked her long tail across her backside, letting the strong aroma of her arousal fill Applejack’s nose. She took a long whiff of the scent as her mouth began to water. A soft nicker escaped her mouth as she rubbed between her legs. The sight of the mare’s large, winking pussy filled her vision as a warmth began to press against her hand. Applejack looked past her breasts to see the growth of a thick, black shaft rubbing on her fingers. Her hand wrapped around the shaft with a loud moan as the shaft grew longer into an erect horsecock. Applejack stroked herself as another mare licked at her tip, the other horse still presenting her aroused pussy. A heat filled Applejack as she continued to pleasure herself, feeling the formation of a large sac press against her tight slit, letting it hang between her legs. She shivered at the sensation of the mare’s tongue along her lower back, teasing the idea of her having a long, equine tail to match her massive shaft. Her breaths shortened as she rubbed at herself faster, using both of her hands to cover the length of her cock. She could feel her heart pound against her chest as her shaft throbbed in her palms. Closing her eyes, Applejack opened her mouth for a loud neigh as she reached her limit, hearing the horses neigh in appreciation. Her eyes opened to the ceiling of her bedroom in the middle of the night, with the mares nowhere to be found. She breathed heavily, letting her bare chest rise and fall as she regained control of her senses. Holding her hand up to her face, her fingers glistened in the moonlight, drenched in her hot, sticky juices that spilled out on top of her sheets. Applejack sighed as her hand dropped onto her chest, feeling the ache in her strong legs after her release. Trying to steady her breathing, her nose took in the scent of her own arousal before her better judgment, lifting her fingers to her lips. She pressed her tongue against her fingertips, tasting the juices she had left on them. Her tongue danced around her nails as she sucked on her fingers, feeling satisfied as she drifted back to sleep. Applejack woke up the next morning before the sunrise, once again eager to go out into the orchard and start bucking away at the trees. Her legs didn’t feel sore at all as she skipped out of bed and started to get dressed in her work clothes. Looking over the spray bottle of the solution, she wanted to feel refreshed in the morning as to not tire out early. Spraying the contents onto her neck and chest, Applejack took in the scent of the strong solution. Her heart seemed to beat faster as she thought about being in the fields in the early morning, shaking down the trees for their juicy fruit. Running out to the orchard at the break of dawn, Applejack tightened her boots and started kicking at the trunks of the trees, watching as the apples fell down into the grass. She felt a lot faster than she was yesterday as the sunlight started to wash upon the farm. Leaning down to pick up the apples into the collection basket, she sighed in content at the smell of the morning dew on the soft grass. Walking over to another tree, Applejack decided to turn around and bend forward, using both of her strong legs to kick outward against the trunk. The branches shook as every apple fell down into the grass with Applejack smiling at her handiwork. She was really starting to enjoy being out in the field like this with only herself, the morning sun and the caw of the rooster on top of the barn. “Applejack?” Are you out here?” Granny Smith shouted from the edge of the orchard. Applejack quickly ran over, wiping her forehead with her forearm. “Hey, Granny! Where’s Big Mac? Isn’t he out of bed yet?” Applejack asked, looking for any sign of her brother. “Well, your brother really outworked himself yesterday! He’s got a mean Charley horse and is stuck on the couch! Do you think you can take care of the harvest on your own?” Granny Smith explained, rubbing at the back of her neck. “Shoot, sure thing Granny! I’ll have this whole orchard done by the end of the day!” Applejack tipped her hat before running back to the unpicked apple trees in the middle of the orchard. “Alright, but be careful! Don’t need you to get hurt either!” Granny Smith warned before making her way back to the farmhouse. Applejack blew a raspberry to herself, feeling a warm sensation in her arms and legs. “I got nothing to worry about! I worked twice as hard as Big Mac and I feel great!” Applejack said aloud, getting back to kicking at the trees for the apples. As the hours went by, the sun began to shine even hotter on the working Applejack. Her feet started to ache as she sat down to take off her work boots. Slipping them off, she had noticed the brown fur starting to grow from her ankles. She rubbed her hand down her legs as the fur began to spread, crawling up her thighs. Not thinking much of it, Applejack got back into bucking position and struck another one of the apple trees. When her bare feet hit the bark of the trunk, her toes started to merge together as her feet shifted into hard hooves. Falling forward on all fours, she found it hard to stand on her new, strong hooves alone. Applejack crawled along the grass to collect the apples as the fur continued to crawl up to her hips. The denim shorts she was wearing stretched as her hips pushed out, covered in the brown fur. She whinnied instinctively as the shorts began to rip, tearing at the side. Applejack shook her head, trying to focus on the harvest as the lower half of her body kept shifting under the warm sun in the orchard. Her shorts fell off of her strong legs in tatters as Applejack stood up, panting from the heat of the sun. She started unbuttoning her top, not bothering to wear her tight bra to the orchard today. Letting her chest free, she felt something rumbling and growing against her stomach as her panties stretched to contain her equine backside. Rubbing at her midriff, a pair of lumps began to grow as Applejack folded over, pressing her face against the grass. Trying to control her breathing, the lumps continued to grow as her cheek rubbed against the soft grass underneath. The fur covered the lumps as they grew into short limbs with Applejack’s shirt slipping down her shoulders. Kneeling on her readjusted hind legs, the limbs stretched out into a set of forelegs with hard hooves on the bottom. The brown fur followed up to Applejack’s stomach as she neighed, whipping her hair out of its hair tie. Standing up on her four hooves, Applejack remembered the strength of her centaur form with her panties ripping away around her flanks. A long, blonde equine tail sprouted from her backside as it flicked happily behind her. She rubbed softly at her ears in pleasure as her ears shifted upwards, turning furred with the same brown color. She crossed her arms before taking off her shirt, letting her bare human breasts free in the field. Every breeze crossed her new, naked form, letting her feel the connection that she once had with her prized mare in the stable. She looked over at the trees, still covered with apples waiting to be picked. Reaching up in her tall, centaur form, she grabbed an apple and bit into it, tasting the sweet juices of the fruit in her mouth. Her ears perked up as she heard a whinny from off in the distance. Turning around, she carefully started to trot with her new hooves. When she first shifted, she didn’t move more than a few yards with the help of her scientist friend. This is time, she had the open orchard in front of her, navigating in and out of the trees. Satisfied with her gait, she started to speed up before breaking through the line of the orchard. A sturdy fence kept the horses of the Apple farm contained during the day in the soft, dirt area. Applejack looked over at Palomino, her prized mare with the golden mane. She felt her chest pound as she held her hand on her breast, watching as the horse galloped alongside the fence, neighing as her tail flicked behind her. Applejack quickly galloped and leaped over the fence, landing right behind Palomino. “Ooh, you’re a good girl aren’t you?” Applejack petted the mare with her hands, feeling her soft coat along her bare skin. Palomino whinnied in appreciation as Applejack’s sensitive nose caught the scent of the heat of the mare. Her hand trailed down to her firm flanks as she maneuvered to her backside, her own equine tail flicking happily behind her. She saw the winking, open pussy of her mare with her juices dripping from her slit. Applejack felt something stir between her hind legs as she remembered her centaur nature and blushing heavily. Leaning over to her side, she saw the thick, black horsecock become erect underneath her. Her flared tip began to leak out her pre-cum at the sight of Palomino’s tight, wanting pussy. “Alright girl, do you want some of this?” Applejack asked, her long, hard cock swaying between her legs. Palomino neighed and held her tail up, giving the signal for the centaur to come in. Applejack whinnied and shuffled her hooves as to mount the mare from behind. Holding her forelegs gently on her back, she pushed her thick shaft into Palomino’s tight slit, getting an approving whinny and snort from the mare. Moaning herself from her human half, Applejack thrust her shaft deep into Palomino, using her hind legs to rock into the mare. Feeling Palomino’s pussy wrap around her hard cock, Applejack lolled her tongue out as she pressed her bare breasts against the neck of her mare. Palomino knelt down on her legs as Applejack pumped into her, snorting heavily from the pleasure. Applejack’s back arched as she squeezed her breast, continuing to thrust into the tight slit with her thick shaft. Her ears flicked as her large sac slapped against Palomino’s flanks, getting herself more and more aroused. Feeling Palomino’s breathing shorten, Applejack’s shaft began to throb as she pumped into her. Letting out a loud moan and neigh, Applejack filled up Palomino’s tight pussy with her hot cum as the mare’s juices squirted all over her cock. Her forelegs fell over Palomino’s side as Applejack’s human half collapsed against the strong mare’s back, feeling her mane and fur against her skin. Palomino knelt down as Applejack’s messy cock pulled out of her, letting her cum overflow out of her slit. “Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Applejack complimented, using her hands to pet at Palomino’s neck. Palomino neighed happily as Applejack reared and stood back up. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked over at the other horses on the farm, her cock still twitching in it’s aroused, erect state. “Ah, the bucking can wait!” Applejack said confidently, galloping over to some more waiting mares, lost in the lust of the barnyard passion. Twilight Slithers Around the LabChapter 5: Twilight Slithers Around the Lab ~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~ Twilight Sparkle sniffed at her hands and the grimy gym clothes that had been loaned to her and her friends. Her first instinct was to head back to Equestria to detail her eye-opening experience here in this dimension. Watching as her friends went their separate ways, the bottle of the transformative solution caught her eye. Being a mare of science, even a failed experiment has some application in learning what not to do. She thought with Sunset’s help, they could truly create something special. However, Sunset Shimmer was busy entertaining this world’s Starlight Glimmer and Trixie so it might have to wait until her next visit. Grabbing the bottle from the trash bin, she quickly stashed it in her bag and swiftly walked around the corner, right into another student! “Ouch!” Knocking both of them to the ground, the unsuspected student had her glasses fall off of her face. Twilight shook her head as she picked up the thick black frames, looking through the lens. “I’m so sorry! I should have looked where I was going! Wait…” Twilight paused, recognizing the look of these glasses. Through the blurred corrective lens, a distorted of her own image, dressed in an updated yet familiar outfit, came into view. “It’s you!” “Princess…?” the other Twilight asked, holding her hand to her head as her vision was just as distorted at the blob talking to her. Twilight graciously gave her counterpart the frames, making the world clear for her once more. “It is you!” The two Twilights mirrored each other’s movements, waving at first, then going in for a handshake before landing on a friendly hug. The girls giggled as Princess Twilight adjusted the strap on her shoulder. “I was wondering what you were up to around here!” Princess Twilight smiled as the other Twilight rubbed her hand behind her head. “Where were you at the science fair?” “Oh, I had an exhibit. It wasn’t as… creative as your guys! In fact, the judges didn’t even get a chance to see it.” Twilight explained, running her hand on her arm. Princess Twilight couldn’t help feeling responsible with the loaned gym sweatshirt weighing down on her. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea that the Elements of Harmony would react in such a way with the genetic modifications that Sunset was hypothesizing!” Princess Twilight struggled to explain. “Well given the fact that the source of Equestrian magic, which I may or may not have altered, allows Sunset and her friends to pony-up then it would stand to believe that the Elements have a connection to an internal connection to animalistic traits and modifying that connection could only lead to disaster!” Twilight continued, pushing up her glasses as she schooled the Princess of Friendship on the subject that she was most familiar with in this dimension. “Right,” Princess Twilight chuckled nervously before gesturing behind her. “Speaking of which, I should be going.” “Wait!” Twilight shouted, blocking Princess Twilight’s path down the hall. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?” “Yeah, it was a disaster. That’s why I have to go back to Equestria before we cause any more damage in this world,” Princess Twilight pushed her aside as Twilight stood her ground in front of her mirrored self. “No, that’s exactly why you shouldn’t go back to Equestria! At least not right away!” Twilight grabbed the Princess’s shoulders, making sure she understood how serious this situation was. “Think about it, Princess. If you went back to Equestria, you would not only be altering your form back to being a pony, but you would still be affected by the snake genetic make-up which created the incredibly dangerous and seductive anthropomorphic form that was at the fair. You could end up being stuck as a sex-crazed chimera on a rampage through your castle!” “That… does make sense,” Princess Twilight admitted, trying to imagine what a half-pony, half-snake, half-human would actually look like. “We can run some tests back at my lab. Then when all of the transformation toxins have left this body, you are free to return to Equestria, Princess.” Twilight smiled, holding out her hand. “Yeah, okay!” Princess Twilight agreed, taking her mirrored self’s hand in hers. Flipping the light switch, Princess Twilight was greeted to her other self’s laboratory as Spike the Dog ran up to her happily. Even though he wasn’t her young dragon assistant Spike, it was refreshing to see a familiar face. “Whoa! Two Twilights!” Spike barked happily, recently being given the gift of speech to talk to his owner and anyone else in confidence. “That’s right Spike!” Twilight mentioned, leaning down to rub under his doggy chin. Princess Twilight looked around at all the various scientific equipment, almost overwhelmed at the instruments that the other Twilight had at her disposal. “Of course, you’ve met Princess Twilight before!” “Yeah, she has this weird horsey-like scent to her!” Spike sniffed, circling around her in the middle of the room. Princess Twilight blushed in embarrassment at her pony nature being so easily exposed by the pup’s keen senses. Twilight couldn’t help but giggle as she picked up Spike, holding him in her arms. “Don’t mind him, you smell fine. I’m sure. I’d offer you a change of clothes but-” “Oh, don’t worry! I’m fine like this!” Princess Twilight brushed her hands down the sweatshirt. “I don’t want to be a bother.” “If you say so!” Twilight set Spike back down on the floor as she grabbed a leash from the counter. “I was going to take Spike here on a walk. He’s been cooped up inside while I was at school today.” “Yeah, gotta stretch my legs!” Spike chirped up, stretching his limbs on two legs rather than like a normal, non-magical dog. “It shouldn’t be too long, Princess!” “You’re free to watch something on the TV if you’d like. We’ll be back in a bit!” Twilight continued, clipping the leash onto Spike’s collar next to his heart-stamped pendant tag. Spike let out a cheerful bark, indulging in his doggy instincts as the two ran up the stairs to leave the lab. Princess Twilight waved them off as she sat down on the small couch in front of the flat-screen TV. Turning on the TV, the screen was tuned to the last channel which, not surprisingly for the scientist Twilight, was a nature channel. Not the most exciting content but then again, Princess Twilight did love a good report on pretty much any academic or scientific study. “Coming up, our spotlight on reptiles continues with an hour of snakes!” Twilight’s eyes lit up at the sound of the subject before shaking her head during the brief adverts. She knew that it would only be trouble to watch a program like this but who knows what would happen if she started to watch more about a snake’s behavior. And yet, her curiosity pushed for the untold knowledge that the documentary had to teach her. Listening to her scientific mind, Twilight turned her attention back to the screen, where the program was just starting. “Almost all snakes are covered in scales and being reptiles, they are cold-blooded which means they need to regulate their body temperature externally. Their snakes serve the purpose of trapping the moisture of their arid climates along with the mobility in their slithering motions.” A garter snake was seen moving around in a serpentine motion on the screen, seemingly almost hypnotic as Twilight watched on. She scratched at her midriff, remembering the brief sensation of her scaly tail. “Snakes hunt using their tongues. Their forked tongues allow them to essentially sense or ‘smell’ their surroundings, warning them of impending danger or allowing them to stalk their prey for their next meal.” A python leaped on-screen before giving a loud, amplified hiss with its tongue. The sound rang in Twilight’s ears as she started to remember that she did end up picking up the solution from the trash bin earlier. “Snakes also have a unique feature called pit holes that allow them to feel the heat off of their hot-blooded prey. It’s with these traits that make the snake a fearsome predator for small mammals like mice and other rodents.” Another equally ferocious snake lunged at an unsuspecting rat in the dry plains of their habitat. The rodent squeaked as the snake opened its jaws, ready to feast on its prey. Twilight seemed almost entranced by the behavior, falling into the very trap that she was worried about. “The mating habits of snakes are also essential to their survival in the arid heat. Most snakes lay eggs after mating, but some species such as the sea snake give live birth to their young.” A graphic on the program illustrated the reproductive genitalia of both male and female snakes for educational purposes. Twilight seemed especially fascinated with the male side, noticing that a male snake actually possesses two members. Her cheeks warmed up, remembering her intersex anthropomorphic form from the science fair. “Coming up, we learn more about the formidable predator of the snake family, the python!” Twilight quickly turned off the TV, chuckling to herself as she could feel her heart beating faster. Her head was filled with all those things in the back of her mind influenced by the snake-like transformation, knowing the dangers that came with remembering such dangerous and explicit thoughts. The bottle of what was left of the solution weighed in her bag as Twilight went over to pick it up. The liquid sloshed before her eyes, her thoughts still focused on the hypnotic movements of the snake’s slithering. “If only…” Princess Twilight told herself before being interrupted by the other Twilight and Spike’s arrival back from their walk. She quickly hid the bottle behind her back as she turned to face the scientist, only making her pulse go faster in response. “We’re back! Did you find something to watch?” Twilight asked, unhooking Spike as he immediately scurried over to his dog bed, ready to rest from his brisk exercise. Princess Twilight chuckled nervously at the question, her ears picking up the sound of the solution in the bottle. She could feel her forehead growing warmer with beads of sweat as her fingers gripped the neck of the spray. “Oh! Well, actually…” Princess Twilight trailed off as the other Twilight peered down at her guest, noticing the hands behind her back. “What do you have there? You didn’t touch anything, did you?” Twilight warned, trying to look around Princess Twilight’s body. Princess Twilight shifted to keep the scientist’s prying eyes away, freeing a hand to wave in front of her face. “What? No, of course not! I… It’s something I brought here.” Twilight stuttered, not exactly lying to her mirrored self about the situation at hand. Twilight looked over her thick-framed glasses, her curiosity peaking even more at the reply. “Show me!” Twilight lunged forward with the Princess keeping just far enough away as to not get caught. Princess Twilight sighed and revealed the bottle of the transformative solution as the scientist’s eyes widened in awe. “It’s not stable as you can probably guess. And given the documentary I just watched, there’s a lot of improvements that can be made to create a perfect snake-human form!” Princess Twilight mentioned as her mirrored self examined the bottle, taking it to her workbench. Putting on her lab coat and safety goggles, she began to entertain the idea of the scientific experiment that the Princess was proposing. “Originally you were here for tests, but if I can accurately complete the solution, it could serve as the details to rid yourself of the genetic modifications before returning home!” Twilight began setting up her equipment as Princess Twilight watched on from the side, focusing her attention on the scientist’s handiwork. Watching the test tube spin around in the various scientific equipment that the scientist Twilight at her disposal, Princess Twilight couldn’t help but scratch at her neck. The urge inside her swelled as the solution poured into a glass flask, not as cloudy as Sunset Shimmer’s original product. Twilight certainly was able to improve the composition of the mixture in ways that none of them seemed possible. “It’s quite lucky that I had a stock of snake venom on hand!” Twilight swirled the liquid in the flash, attaching a scientific atomizer to the opening on the top. “Now, the reason for the imbalance in the snake-like traits was because the solution was balanced for the amphibian saliva that was unfortunately not used. With this new solution, the snake influence should be somewhere around 99.83% accurate!” “Oh! Should we test it out? I mean, for the sake of science,” Princess Twilight asked, trying to downplay the idea. “It’s a dangerous gamble if I’m being honest. My solution should keep the Equestrian magic influence in check and since there’s no trace evidence of the Elements of Harmony in the lab, then any test subject would be safe from the overwhelming lust accompanied by the transformation.” Twilight answered as Spike swiped the flask from his owner’s hands, taking it to the Princess Twilight. “Sounds good to me, science me!” Princess Twilight shouted as she gestured for Spike to squeeze the atomizer with his paw. Spraying the solution in Princess Twilight’s face, the scientist froze in horror at the exposure that had taken place in her laboratory. “I was going to say,” Twilight began, shooting a stern look to Spike as Princess Twilight held her hands on her face. “The test subject would have not previously been exposed to the faulty solution, otherwise… well, the variables are too much to theorize!” Princess Twilight closed her eyes, running her hands on her cheeks. The droplets from the solution began to sink into her skin as the urge inside her grew stronger. Twilight quickly grabbed her notebook, making notes of the sudden exposure for her experiment’s data. Looking over at her subject, Princess Twilight’s shot open wide with the snake-like slits from her transformation earlier. “It’sssss working!” Princess Twilight answered, giving a soft chuckle as her tongue began to hiss in her mouth. Pulling her hands away, the skin on her cheeks became hard as strong, scales grew on the sides of her face. Blinking with her new eyes, she could feel her face start to stretch out as her vision expanded to suit her new eyelids. A small set of holes opened up along her nose in from of her eyes as her tongue shrunk down to make her hissing louder against her hard, scaly lips. Princess Twilight was now keenly aware of the hot-blooded scientist figure standing in the room with her as she felt her pulse race with her overall body temperature rapidly dropping. She groaned as her feet began to rip away the loaned shoes that the Princess had received from the school. The scientist Twilight watched on as the transformation took place in front of her, continuing to take notes of the process. Both Twilights were confident in the new solution, but there were still so many unknown variables that would affect the final product of the Princess’s new form. Princess Twilight felt her fingers grow stiff as her nails grew sharper. Her skin became cold and covered in scales as her instincts told her to rip away the pair of baggy sweatpants, exposing her bare legs to the scientist. Twilight focused as her test subject continued through the transformative process with her legs starting to merge as they became covered in cold, hard scales. With a loud moan, her hips widened as the thick scales wrapped around the Princess’s lower half, shredding her loaned underwear to pieces. Twilight’s cheeks reddened at the sight of her mirrored self’s exposed womanhood under a significant purple bush. Her thoughts trailed to the argument of whether pleasuring the second version of yourself counted as intercourse or masturbation from a scientific perspective. The Princess’s long moans from the steady transformation didn’t help to stop these thoughts from crossing the scientist’s mind. Princess Twilight ran her hands down her lower half as the shift to a long, scaly snake tail was complete. Tearing away the grimy loaned sweatshirt, she exposed her naked breasts as the lust inside of her began to grow. Her body was as cold as ice, but that didn’t stop the fire of her sexual and predatory instincts from taking hold. Giving off a sideways blink, Princess Twilight’s snake eyes honed in on the scientist, fanning herself with her notebook from the strong allure of her transforming test subject. Slithering back and forth in front of her prey, Princess Twilight used her strengths to her advantage to capture the scientist Twilight. Her breasts grew out as the scales wrapped around her, completely nude in her anthropomorphic form. Twilight’s fears had proved correct, but her arousal at her creation took over her scientific mind under the lamia’s allure. The Princess hissed as the scientist’s eyelids grew heavy, completely dazed by her charm. Poised to strike, Princess Twilight wrapped her tail around her mirrored self’s soft body. She pressed her thin, slender tongue against Twilight’s neck as her old womanhood tingled as the transformation continued. The scientist looked down with a wide expression as a large, slick member grew from underneath the Princess’s midriff. Twilight could feel her arousal soaking the panties under her skirt, completely under the will of her monstrous creation. “I ssssshould thank you, sssssscientist,” Princess Twilight hissed before she moaned, allowing a second, equally-thick member to form against the helpless scientist. “How… scientifically accurate~” Twilight moaned, resisting the urge to get a hands-on evaluation of the new equipment. The Princess hissed as she showered her prey in her hot venom, using the acid to melt away her lab coat and the clothes underneath. Twilight moaned as her nude body was exposed to her captor, her human womanhood slick with her juices at the sight of the lamia’s two members. “Double your pleasssssure, missss~?” Princess Twilight hissed as her scaly hands gripped onto Twilight’s soft shoulders, lifting her into the air. The scientist was in awe at how the transformation grew the average-sized Princess into a towering monstrous creation, with her eyeglasses fogging up from the heat of her own body under the magical allure. Twilight nodded in pure enthusiasm as the lamia slid her down on one of her slick, hard rods, hearing the human scientist moan as she pushed into her. Her tail coiled around her soft body as Princess Twilight thrust herself into her, bumping her cold, scaly hips into Twilight’s soft thighs. With the upper half of her body bound by the snake tail, Twilight moaned as the lamia’s length pumped into her soft opening. Her toes curled from her spread legs as the hard scales of the Princess’s tail pressed against her warm breasts, stiffening her nipples in her bind. She had never felt pleasure like this as Princess Twilight’s allure washed over her. Princess Twilight loosened her coil around her prey as she slipped out of her soft opening, letting the scientist Twilight’s juices spill out onto her hard length. She turned her around, teasing both of her open holes with the tips of her members. Hissing in her ear, Princess Twilight pushed into her with twice the penetration, making her prey moan out in pure ecstasy. Her tail moved back and forth as she pumped into her, pressing her scaly breasts against Twilight’s warm back. Feeling the full effects of the lamia’s allure, Twilight could feel herself getting closer to her edge as the Princess’s lengths filled up every inch of her tight openings. She panted as Princess Twilight’s members twitched, letting out a long hiss before trailing into a more audible moan. Twilight couldn’t help but feel herself pushing back on the lamia’s cold, scaly body as the Princess’s pumped deeper into her slick slit. As Princess Twilight’s gripped tighter onto the scientist’s body, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her as she filled her prey with her hot, sticky juices. Twilight moaned at the sensation of the Princess’s dirty, warm seed flowing through her. She gasped as the lamia pulled away, allowing the sticky juices to spill out of both of her pleasured openings. Princess Twilight licked her fingers at the sight of her prey being sufficiently pleasured, letting her mind form a new plot to match her new lustful form. She slithered over to the counter filled with all of the scientist’s instruments with the perfected version of the solution. Princess Twilight grabbed a test tube as she extracted some of her acidic venom from her fangs, pouring it into the flask. The innate Equestrian magic that the pony princess had brought to this new dimension made the scientific solution spark and fizz with a new property. She grinned as she mixed the solution, running her scaly hands to her slick members, getting a thick sample of her and the other Twilight’s sticky juices on her finger. She mixed the ingredient directly, allowing the solution to bubble into a heart-shaped plume of smoke. “Perfect~” Princess Twilight giggled as she slithered back to the scientist, who was starting to come to at the sight of the lustful lamia in her lab. “I have to give my thanksssss, sssssscientissssssst,” Twilight gulped as the solution bubbled with a strong, pink glow. Her once perfectly balanced equation was dangerously unstable with all of the additions and inclusion of a strong source of Equestrian magic, leading to a catastrophic disaster left in the Princess’s hands. She struggled to stand up as the lamia cupped her scaly palm against the scientist’s warm cheek. “With thisssss, I’ll have ssssssssso much fun with my… friendsssssss~” Princess Twilight hissed, using her strong allure to send Twilight into a daze. The last thing that the scientist saw was the figure of the lustful lamia, slithering away as Spike ran towards her side, barking at the monster. “Twilight? Twilight!” Spike shouted, pushing his paws into Twilight’s arm as she ultimately lost consciousness into a deep, magic-induced sleep. The Science FairCanterlot High Monster Girl Mayhem! By: Nicole Sunstone “Alright students!” Miss Cheerliee announced to the crowd in the auditorium. “As you all know, the Canterlot High science fair is coming up! The group which can impress our panel of judges will win first prize!” Sunset smirked as she looked back at her group of friends. “Piece of cake.” “Not so fast, Sunset!” She turned back around to see Trixie standing in front of her in her usual majestic pose. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will be sure to win the competition with her scientific greatness!” “Oh yeah? I never knew you were into science, Trixie.” Sunset responded with a friendly expression. “Please! If it’s anything you must know about Trixie, it’s that anything you can do, Trixie can do better.” Trixie boasted, snapping her fingers as Lavender Lace and Fuchsia Blush took a hold of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash from behind Sunset’s back. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!” Rainbow Dash shouted, trying to pull the girls off of her. Fluttershy squeaked as a scrawny duo of Snips and Snails gently grabbed her arm. “Trixie will need these two for her experimentation. Seeing as you six have a history of using magic, it’s only fair that every student, including Trixie, has the same advantage.” Trixie explained as Rainbow Dash continued to struggle while Fluttershy sunk behind the lanky Snails. “Oh, well I guess that’s fair,” Sunset admitted, still trying to think of what their presentation would be. “But I think it’s best if magic just stays out of the competition full stop, wouldn’t you agree?” “The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t trust you on that front,” she said smugly before snapping her fingers to make her exit. “Well, Trixie’s as boastful as usual.” Applejack commented as Pinkie Pie hopped up behind her, smiling. “She does have a point. I just hope she doesn’t do anything too extreme to them.” Sunset said worried as another student with purple hair and aquamarine highlights came up, brushing her hair curl out of her face. “Hello there! Are you new?” “Uh, yeah. Something like that.” She answered as Trixie magically appeared behind her with a devious grin on her face. “I would like you all to meet Starlight Glimmer, Trixie’s new assistant in magic!” Trixie announced as Starlight waved with a small smile. “Starlight is from out of town but she has agreed to help Trixie in any way she can.” “Well, I wouldn’t say in any way but I do want to try to win the science fair.” Starlight explained. “For Trixie,” Trixie added. “For Trixie?” Sunset repeated, crossing her arms. “It wouldn’t hurt to have someone else in the competition, right? And maybe we can all be friends afterward?” Starlight suggested, smiling at Sunset. Sunset smiled as Trixie nudged Starlight aside. “The Great and Powerful Trixie doubts that very much.” “Well Starlight, you make a good point. Even though you’re teamed up with Trixie, I suppose a couple of us can help you out. Girls?” Sunset asked, looking at Applejack and Pinkie. “Why not? I mean if Trixie here has Dash and Fluttershy, we can help you out with your sciency stuff.” Applejack walked over to Starlight as Pinkie bounced over right behind her. “Yay! Friendship science! We’re gonna have the best time like when we first met Sunset! You know, you two are kinda similar!” Pinkie pointed at the two girls, noticing their similarities. Starlight and Sunset looked at each other, brushing their curled hair out of their faces before smiling. “Enough chatter! Trixie needs to take her assistants to where she can work in peace!” Trixie interrupted as her team took Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy with them, pushing Starlight out of the room with Applejack and Pinkie Pie following close behind her. Sunset rolled her eyes before looking back at who she had left on her team, which was Rarity, focused on her phone. “So Rarity, ready to do some science?” Sunset asked enthusiastically. “Of course, darling, but aren’t we a little short staffed considering that Trixie and Starlight have four of our friends and you only have, well, me,” Rarity asked, noticing the emptiness around her. “Yeah, but seeing as I’m probably the best scientist in Canterlot High, I don’t think we really need anyone else.” Sunset boasted before chuckling to herself. She was starting to sound a bit like Trixie. “I dunno, I would feel much more comfortable if we got at least one more person in our group to help out with the project.” Sunset looked around the room. She noticed the candy-haired girl in a loving embrace with a minty-green girl with a cool green hairstyle. Her gaze traveled to a wall-eyed blonde girl waving happily at her. Lastly was one of the eco-kids giving her a smile behind her messy braids. Sunset pondered as she felt a vibration from her cell phone in her pocket. Suddenly, the answer hit her! “Come on, I know where we can get some help,” she said confidently, leaving the room, Rarity following close behind. Standing outside by the Canterlot statue, Sunset carefully wrote her message into a book with her Cutie Mark on the cover. The book’s magical powers allowed her messages to be sent to an identical book back in the magical world of Equestria, where Princess Twilight could read them. Most of the time, Twilight has been too busy having adventures of her own to answer Sunset’s calls to come back to Canterlot High, but she hoped that there was a slight chance that Twilight would answer this time around. “There, that should do it,” Sunset said as she closed the book shut. Rarity looked on, skeptical on whether the plan would work or not. “Your big idea was to recruit the Princess Twilight to help out at the high school science fair?” Rarity asked. “It’s worth a shot, right?” Sunset answered, remembering when Twilight met up with her alternate self after a long period of not answering Sunset’s messages. “Yes, but we don’t have much time to waste! Princess Twilight could take hours if not days to come back to Canterlot High!” Rarity whined as the portal on the statue shimmered, with a shining and peppy Twilight Sparkle appearing out of the mirrored surface. “Did somepony say science?” Twilight asked cheerfully, looking over at Sunset. Sunset smiled back with a soft look at Rarity, who had already taken the liberty to hug the visiting Twilight. “Umm, Trixie?” Fluttershy asked as she followed the Great and Powerful Trixie through the animal shelter where she volunteered. “What are we doing here?” “The Great and Powerful Trixie has a great idea that requires animals!” Trixie shouted, causing a bluejay to squawk next to her. Trixie carefully plucked one of her feathers before tossing it aside for one of her assistants to catch. “Oh dear! Please don’t hurt them!” Fluttershy cried, rushing over to make sure that the bluejay was unharmed from Trixie’s grabby little fingers. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a loudmouth?” Rainbow Dash asked, following Trixie into the reptile exhibit. “Trixie has never been told such things other than from those who are jealous of Trixie,” Trixie commented, looking through the various terrariums for the right reptile. “Right, so someone has told you.” Rainbow Dash added, her expression displaying her unamused expression of being a part of Trixie’s boastful team. “There is no need for Trixie to hear more squawking from bird-brained minds.” Trixie waved as she picked up a snake from one of the glass cases, unaware that the sign on the front said that the animal was venomous. “Uh, Trixie, you might-” Rainbow Dash stopped, thinking of what Trixie was getting herself into. “Actually, no, go ahead. Don’t mind me.” Rainbow Dash walked off to meet up with Fluttershy as Trixie smiled at the toothy snake in her grasps, pulling out a small test tube from her jacket before teasing it in front of the reptile. The snake bit down on the top of the tube as Trixie pumped it with her hand on his scaly body. Squirting his venom into the tube, Trixie dropped the snake back in the terrarium as he slithered away. “Trixie has gotten what she needed from the animals!” Trixie announced as more birds squawked at her. Marching out of the shelter, she tossed the fragile test tube into the hands of one of her assistants as Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy followed behind. “Wait, Starlight Glimmer?” Twilight asked as Sunset got to work in the lab for her project. Rarity nodded, wearing a very chic lab coat as she sat back to talk to Twilight. “That’s what she said her name was. I had never seen her around Canterlot High before.” Rarity commented, keeping her distance from a very hairy tarantula in a glass case next to her on the counter of the lab. “I had just met up with a Starlight Glimmer in Equestria! Remember when I told you all about the time-travel loop that threatened the state of Equestria?” Twilight asked, looking at both Sunset and Rarity. “It’s really hard to remember the times when you don’t explain Equestria as being in a state of crisis,” Sunset answered, using her pipette to take a sample of saliva from the lab frog’s mouth. “Usually because of some spell went wrong or an evil entity bent on destroying civilization,” Rarity added, looking at her phone. Twilight chuckled sheepishly. “Right, but Starlight is good now! And she’s friends with Trixie which explains the turn of events in this dimension as well!” Sunset pulled off her goggles and span around in her chair happily, holding a test tube filled with the frog’s saliva. “Got it!” “Excellent! What is our hypothesis?” Twilight asked eagerly. “Umm, I was thinking of something with genetic engineering but I’m not entirely sure how well it’ll work.” “Frogs make great test subjects, but what should we do with him? For the sake of science, of course.” Twilight explained as Rarity shrieked in the corner. The two looked at her moving as far back from the tarantula in the case as possible. “If we are done using the hairy spider on eight legs, I would very much appreciate it if it was removed from the lab!” Rarity requested as an idea formed in Sunset and Twilight’s heads. “Thanks for letting me check out the farm, Applejack!” Starlight said, walking through the open barn of the Apple Family Co-Op. “Aww shucks, wasn’t nothing.” Applejack commented, walking beside Starlight as she scoped out the various animals on the farm. “What were you thinking about doing for the science fair, anyway?” “I think something with horses would be a good place to start. Do you have one around the fields?” “Sure do! Gosh, I love riding her on the weekends. I’ve offered to take Rarity here once or twice, but she’s a stickler for mud.” Applejack answered, making her way to the stables. “Here she is, Miss Palomino.” The brown-coat horse neighed at Starlight, giving her a smile with her long face. Starlight carefully ran her hand through her long, blonde mane and looked back at Applejack. “She looks just like you!” “Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?” Applejack chuckled, patting Palomino on the side. Starlight laughed as well, looking around the stables a bit. “Do you have any stallions around as well?” Starlight asked as Applejack brushed the mare’s mane. “Not yet. Been in talks with Big Macintosh about getting a retired racehorse from the track up north, but nothing yet. My girl here is enough of a horse for me though.” “She certainly is a beautiful animal.” Starlight smiled, looking at her hand covered in horse fur. Taking out a plastic bag, she carefully brushed the strands of fur into it. “Maybe we can do something with her for the science fair!” “Well, I suppose we could. As long as whatever sciency thing isn’t gonna hurt her.” Applejack patted the mare before leaving the stables with Starlight. “Trust me, Applejack, I would never want to hurt your prized horse.” Starlight said confidently before running into a mud-covered Pinkie Pie. “Ahh!” “Look what I found!” Pinkie said cheerfully, pulling a ruby slug from the mud in her hands. Applejack chuckled as Starlight pulled away. “Isn’t he cute!” “Uh, yeah! Don’t you think you should get cleaned up?” Starlight suggested as Pinkie put the slug on her cheek, as it spreads the mud around her face. “Oh yeah! Can we keep him? Please?” Pinkie asked with big puppy-dog eyes. Starlight looked over to Applejack who just smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, as long you clean up first.” “Yipee!” Pinkie cheered before running off to the nearest shower. “Is she always this excited about something?” Starlight asked, looking at Applejack. “Almost definitely. Come on, let’s think this project through over a few cups of freshly squeezed fizzy apple cider.” Applejack rested her hand on Starlight’s back, leading her into the house. On the day of the science fair, each one of the teams had finished their projects and were ready for their presentations. Sunset, Starlight, and Trixie were the most enthusiastic entrants of the competition, with some of the other students having their own entries based around more basic projects like a potato-muffin battery and baking soda volcanos. Starlight and her group went over to their table while Applejack looked at the notes for the spray bottle she was holding in her hand. “Wait, shouldn’t Palomino be here for the experiment? I mean, how else are we going to know if it works?” Applejack asked, trying to understand the purpose of the concoction in her hand. “Oh Applejack, do you want a horse in the gym? I think she would more freaked out with all the students that the test results would be heavily skewed.” Starlight replied, double checking her notes for the project. Pinkie Pie slithered up behind Applejack, catching her off guard. “Wha! Pinkie Pie! What in tarnation are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” Applejack asked, looking at the girl with the slug leaving a slimy trail on her cheek. “I wanted to see what it would be like to act like Timmy! Ooh, is this new perfume?” Pinkie asked quickly, snatching the spray bottle of Starlight’s solution out of Applejack’s hand. “Pinkie! No! Don’t spray that!” Applejack warned as Pinkie sprayed her face with the funny-scented liquid generously. Licking her lips, Pinkie’s face scrunched up at the flavor. “Eww! What was that?” Pinkie stuck her tongue out as Timmy continued to apply a line of slime to her cheek. “The experiment, Pinkie!” Applejack exclaimed in exasperation “Everything good to go here?” Starlight asked, looking at the confused Pinkie Pie sticking her tongue out. “Yeah, except Pinkie sprayed herself with the horse solution! Who knows what’s going to happen to the poor girl.” Applejack shrugged before grabbing the bottle back from Pinkie. “Well, keep an eye on her, but it’s almost time to start!” Starlight said, putting on a white lab coat as students started to crowd around their table. “Do you really think this is going to work, darling?” Rarity asked as Sunset walked through the gym towards their table, holding onto the unmarked test tube of frog saliva. “I’ve checked the facts and given the solution that I have produced with Twilight’s help, this should be a prize-winning breakthrough in genetic engineering!” Sunset answered, confident in her project. “Great! But where is the solution for the project?” Rarity looked around, not seeing Twilight anywhere near them. “Twilight’s already at the table. We just need to get there before-” Not looking where she was going, Sunset crashed right into Trixie in the middle of the gym. The two girls felt their test tubes fall out of their hands as the vials rolled next to each other on the floor. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Trixie!” Sunset apologized, trying to help her up. Trixie chuckled before moving to a full-on cackle. “You must be desperate to sabotage the Great and Powerful Trixie if you’re willing to make her drop the most important piece of her project!” Trixie bellowed, snatching one of the test tubes off of the floor. Sunset picked up the one left over, noticing that they looked almost identical. “It was an accident, I swear.” Sunset tried to reason as Trixie flipped her hair back, walking over to her own table in the gym. “Is everything ready for Trixie’s great performance?” Trixie asked, looking at the meek Fluttershy and disgruntled Rainbow Dash. “I don’t understand this project at all.” Rainbow Dash commented, looking at the beaker filled with a strange-colored liquid. Trixie grabbed the beaker and poured the contents into a spray bottle, shaking it up. “If you listen to what Trixie says when it’s showtime, all will be revealed!” Trixie boasted, spraying Rainbow Dash with a cloud of the solution. Rainbow Dash coughed as the solution seeped into her face and skin. “What’s the big idea?” Rainbow Dash coughed as Fluttershy rushed to her side. “What was that stuff?” “The bird part of the project, now hush!” Trixie shushed, cueing up the drumroll on the side of her table. “Are we ready to go?” Sunset asked, seeing that Twilight pulled up her hair to examine the intricate setup on the table for the main beaker of the solution. Several diagrams of the tarantula and the frog were posted behind them to explain the intricate parts of the experiment. “You’ll have to ask the test subject yourself.” Twilight smiled, looking at Rarity. Rarity looked around confused at the two girls staring at her. “Test subject? What? No! I did not agree to this!” Rarity refused as Twilight poured the solution into an old perfume bottle, fit with a poofy atomizer at the top. “Come on Rarity. We’ve checked the math twice over. This won’t hurt a bit.” Sunset pleaded, offering the perfume bottle to Rarity. “If my calculations are correct, and they usually are, then after you spray this, your arachnophobia will be severely lessened!” Twilight cheered happily, letting her hair down. “And how do you intend to test that?” Rarity asked before Twilight sprayed the atomizer at Rarity, leaving her in a cloud of the solution. “All good science needs steps! Sunset, do you have the frog DNA?” Twilight asked, pouring the solution back into the scientific setup on the table. “Yeah, it’s right here!” Sunset said, handing her a test tube. “Alright, we’re ready to go then!” “Girls and boys! Esteemed students! Gaze upon the science fair project of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie announced as the crowd of students walked up to see her project. Trixie waved her hands down the stage as Rainbow Dash stood on one side scratching at her arms while Fluttershy squeaked at the other side of the table as she spots students looking in her direction. “For Trixie’s project, she will be presenting the connection between avian and reptilian species!” Trixie pulled away from the covers on the posters explaining the prehistoric connection of the DNA shared between birds and reptiles and their ancestors. “In this instance, Trixie has exposed the brutish Rainbow Dash to the effects of avian pheromones!” Rainbow Dash continued to scratch at her arms, looking over at Fluttershy as Trixie continued to address the crowd. “To show the connection her DNA with the reptilian subject, Trixie will add the snake venom to the solution and apply it to the timid Fluttershy!” Trixie poured the contents of the test tube to the beaker before pouring it back into a spray bottle. Spritzing the liquid on Fluttershy’s face, Trixie looked to the audience as a small applause was made. “Umm, Trixie?” Fluttershy coughed, feeling a frog in her throat. “What is it, Fluttershy?” Trixie sneered off to the side of her table. “I don’t feel so good…” “Hear hear, students!” Starlight announced, feeling comfortable in addressing the crowd of students. “For my science project, I will be taking the love and affection of Applejack and her prized horse, Palomino!” The crowd murmured with intrigue as Applejack smiled and waved, pointing out the notes and facts listed on the posters that Starlight and Pinkie Pie had made, covered in glitter. “Now, seeing as we couldn’t bring a live horse into the gym, it’ll be a bit hard to quantify these results. But I am confident that Applejack’s connection with Palomino will pull through to show a more deepened connection!” Starlight picked up the spray bottle as she glanced over to Pinkie Pie sitting in the chair, looking as though she was melting in her seat. Her face was covered with a thin layer of jelly-like slime as the slug perched on top of her poofy hair. Shaking her head, Starlight went back to the table and presented the bottle, spraying a cloud of the solution on Applejack. “With the solution applied, the connection between horse and girl should be amplified by thirty times!” Starlight said confidently as Applejack closed her eyes. “I… I see her. Well, I see through her eyes!” Applejack spoke with her eyes closed. “There’s Big Macintosh working in the fields. I can see Apple Bloom climbing the trees in the orchard! I feel everything about her!” The crowd applauded as Applejack instinctively whinnied, pulling her hair free from her hair tie as she knocked off her Stetson hat. Starlight looked on, proud of her project as Pinkie Pie slithered back up next to her. “Starlight?” She asked, speaking very slowly and resting a hand on her shoulder. Starlight pulled Pinkie away, noticing the amount of slime coming from her hand. “Pinkie! What in the world?” Starlight whispered, noticing Pinkie’s hair drooping down and dripping with slime. “I think something is wrong with the sciency thingy…” Fluttershy shook as a frog-like ribbit escaped her mouth. Her legs began to feel like jelly as she fell back into a chair behind the table. Trixie’s forehead began to sweat as she looked back at the crowd before seeing Rainbow Dash’s scowling face in front of her. “What did you do to her?!” Rainbow Dash squawked, waving her arms around. “The… the snake venom should have been diluted to a harmless amount in the solution! Trixie did not poison poor Fluttershy!” Trixie defended herself, showing the container to the enraged Rainbow Dash. “You’re the scientist! You need to fix this!” Rainbow Dash poked her finger into Trixie’s chest, her nails starting to grow out. “Yes, yes, there is a way to fix this!” Trixie looked around at her table for the right chemicals for the solution. “This was not a part of Trixie’s calculations!” Rummaging around the table, Trixie picked up a lone blue feather and stared at it. “Where did this come from?” “...And that’s how arachnophobia is usually handled in the field of medicine,” Twilight concluded with the prologue of Sunset’s project notes. A few of the students clapped, although most of them yawned. Rarity blinked, trying to keep her eyes open as she scratched at the sides of her stomach. “However, with this solution, we will take the mindset of the amphibian and apply its less-threatening view of the arachnid. Frogs have no quarrels with spiders, so we should be able to cure Rarity’s crippling affliction.” Sunset explained as Twilight began to mix in the contents of her test tube into the solution and refill the perfume bottle. Spraying it twice at Rarity, her nose twitched as she lifted her chin. “A-choo!” Rarity sneezed, spraying her share of the mixture onto Twilight’s face. Twilight quickly rubbed her face clear of the germs before the solution settled onto her. Rarity’s eyes shot wide open as the second set of arachnid pheromones began to settle inside of her. “Are you okay?” Sunset asked as Twilight’s eyes began to change into snake-like slits. Twilight blinked, trying to adjust to the exposure of the solution. “I knew I ssssshould have worn a pair of sssssafety gogglessss.” Twilight hissed out, rubbing her arm against her eyes. Rainbow Dash squawked loudly as she pinned Trixie to the table, her arms starting to cover in blue feathers. Trixie looked on in horror as Rainbow Dash’s talons dug into her shoulders. “What’s going on, Trixie? This wasn’t part of the project!” Rainbow Dash shouted, flapping her arms as they grew to form primary feathers. “I… I don’t know! This is not supposed to happen!” Trixie looked around, most of the students watching and taking video on their phones as Rainbow Dash’s wings grew out of her arms. “Trix-ie!” Fluttershy belched, trying to take control of her instincts. Her legs wobbled as they merged together, ripping away her shoes and socks. “You re-al-ize that we are not reg-ul-ar students?” “What? What does that mean?” Trixie asked Rainbow Dash as the harpy squawked into her face, hovering above her with the strong flaps of her wings. “We’re magical, Trixie! Haven’t you been there the countless times we have to save this school?” “Trixie… I didn’t know!” Trixie cried, closing her eyes. “I don’t know how we can fix this either!” “Pinkie, I need you to calm down.” Starlight said slowly, holding her hands out as Pinkie giggled just as slow. “I am calm, Starlight. Timmy has shared his slimy secrets with me.” Pinkie smiled and ran her hand down Starlight’s lab coat, leaving a trail of pink slime as the side of her pink face dripped with a similar ooze. “Uh, Starlight, we might have a problem here.” Applejack said, lifting her skirt up slightly to show the toned legs of a brown racehorse. She neighed as she bent over the table, feeling a pressure in her backside. “Uh oh, Pinkie! Something’s wrong with Applejack!” Starlight turned to see Pinkie stripping off her slime-stained clothes. “What are you doing?” “My clothes are all dirty and slimy.” Pinkie said, starting to pick up the speed in her voice. A pink aura started to surround her as a puddle of pink slime appeared underneath her feet. “What is going on here?!” Starlight shouted as Applejack whinnied, letting her equine backside form into a strong pair of hind hooves. Fluttershy’s ears started to grow out as her skirt and panties ripped away, her shifting legs turning into a slimy coat under a layer of scales. She crossed her arms over her chest as a pair of auxiliary limbs started to form at her hips, letting her mind start to fade into her amphibious thoughts and urges. “That’s… not a snake! Sunset sabotaged Trixie!” Trixie shouted, getting up from off the table as Rainbow Dash perched on the side of it, her bare feet having shredded her shoes and socks away. She softly preened at her wings before glaring at Trixie. “Like snake Fluttershy would be any better?!” Rainbow Dash squawked, slowly making her way down the table, knocking over the science equipment. “Si-ren?” Fluttershy held a hand to her forehead as she closed her eyes, hearing a siren’s song in her head. She started to softly vocalize as a thin pair of fins grew out of her back, her ears stretching out to fins as well. Opening her eyes, she slithered over to Trixie and smiled. “I don’t blame you. You clearly didn’t know how special we are.” Trixie’s mouth fell open as she looked on the half-naked frog-like mermaid-siren. “I…” “She’s finally at a loss for words, eh?” Rainbow Dash ran her wing under Trixie’s chin with a small smile, winking at Fluttershy. The commotion at the other tables started to draw the attention of the crowd in front of Sunset’s table as Twilight began to hypothesize what was happening. “With the girlsssss connectionsssss to my magical Element of Harmony, it’ssss highly likely that thessssse ssssscientific experimentssss we are conducting are transssssforming ussss into animal-like hybridssss.” Twilight hissed, sitting down at a chair as Rarity started sobbing in the corner. “Well, that’s just fantastic,” Sunset said sarcastically. “You’re a smart girl Twilight, how do we stop these changes?” “I don’t know!” Twilight shouted, groaning as the shoes and socks on her feet ripped away. “But I fear that I’m turning into a frog!” “You sound more like a snake to me,” Sunset stated, noticing that Twilight’s legs started to merge together, covering in a pair of thick scales. “Sssssnake?” Twilight asked, hissing with her thin tongue. “There wassss no ssssnake in the experiment!” “Unless the test tube Trixie had…” Sunset thought back to when she bumped into the girl earlier, mixing up their unmarked test tubes. “Unknown variablessss? Dear Celessssstia, thissss issss bad!” Twilight groaned as her skirt and panties ripped away, her lower half becoming a long snake-like tail. Sunset looked over at Rarity, who was gripping onto her hair. “Rarity? Rarity, talk to me!” Sunset crouched down, hearing a soft chuckle from the bent-over girl. “Spiders… the… spiders....” Rarity laughed under her breath. “They’re… in me…” Sunset froze in horror as Rarity looked up with a crazed smile, holding a tapestry of spider silk in her hands that read “HELP ME.” Applejack used her hooves to kick over the table, neighing loudly. “Whoa girl, you’re in my body and I’m not about to get expelled for hurting somebody!” Starlight watched Applejack from the side of the table as Pinkie had already found Snips and Snails, making sure that Starlight’s project didn’t upstage Trixie. The two boys were motionless as the naked, slimy Pinkie PIe wrapped herself around them. “Hey, boys~ You wanna have some slimy fun?” Pinkie asked, winking at them. “Uhh… is she a slug?” Snails asked, holding onto Pinkie’s slimy arm. “No doofus! She’s clearly a girl made of slime! Who would want to be a slug?” Snips shot back. “I dunno. I like snails a lot.” Snails said happily as Pinkie kissed him on the cheek. “Actually, I dunno if she’s so much a girl as…” Snips trailed off, seeing a long, slimy and dripping rod growing out between Pinkie’s legs. She blushed as she touched the tip, letting it bounce back and forth like a licorice stick. “Whoa, nelly!” Snails said, his eyes opening wide. “Yeah, we don’t swing that way, slimy!” Snips said, pulling Snails away and running far from the slimy girl. “Aww… no fun.” Pinkie said dejected, her member drooping and dripping in front of her. Twilight slithered back and forth, editing and checking her various pages of notes as Rarity continued to descend into madness, leaving Sunset more and more worried. “Okay, even with the unknown variablessss and the added instance of the magic of the Elementssss of Harmony, thesssse transssssformationssss are relatively harmlessssss.” Twilight concluded. “Relatively?” Sunset asked, watching as Rarity’s feet ripped away from her shoes and socks. “What’s the relative part about it?” “Well, assss long assss we are ssssseparated, the effectssss of the Elementssss are only asssss strong assss the Elementssss in proximity with it. If we ssssstay apart, the effectssss may or may not lessssssen.” “Okay, so you stay as far away from Rarity right now.” Sunset ordered as Rarity laughed, her legs deforming into eight, furred limbs, growing longer and taller. “Yesssss… but…” Twilight moaned, feeling a pressure in front of her stomach. Sunset turned around to see Twilight sporting a thick, scaly member from her midsection as her tail slithered behind her. “There wassss a complication with intersssssex animal sssssamples.” Rarity groaned and cackled as a large, furred abdomen grew from her backside, standing tall over Sunset and Twilight. “Are you afraid of spiders, girls?” She asked, an eye twitching as her legs grabbed them by the lower half from behind the table. “Starlight~” Pinkie sang, rubbing up against the girl in the lab coat with her dripping rod. Starlight looked behind her at Pinkie, noticing her new equipment. “Oh no, this is not happening!” Starlight closed her eyes, feeling Pinkie pressing up against her clothes. Applejack whinnied as she trotted over, noticing Pinkie’s slimy member as well. “Well, that’s unusual.” Applejack commented, flicking a blonde equine tail from her backside. “Says the centauress,” Starlight added, keeping her eyes closed. Applejack moaned as she gasped and panted. “I… wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Applejack blushed, feeling the long, thick equine member grow and hang from between her hind legs. Pinkie Pie squealed, her slimy member bouncing right up at the sight of Applejack’s rod. Starlight turned around and blushed at the girth of the equine shaft. “Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson here.” Starlight, Trixie and Sunset backed into a corner at their respective tables, looking at the hybrid monsters that their efforts had created. “Never mix magic with science.” “Attention students! We have had our judges walking around the floor of the fair and we have decided on the finalists for the exhibition. Could we please have Starlight, Trixie, and Sunset bring their teams and projects to the stage?” The speaker announced from the side of the gym. The girls worked on wrangling their half-human, half-animal teammates along with themselves to the stage. Twilight’s expression soured when she realized that having all of her magical friends this close together could accelerate their changes in appearance and even in personality. “Oh my, it looks like we have some really good scientists this year.” Principal Celestia commented, writing down her notes on the clipboard for the girls' projects. “I’m surprised to see that Trixie has such a magical project for once.” Vice-Principal Luna added, writing down notes as well. “Well, naturally Trixie would succeed more than these two!” Trixie announced as Rainbow Dash squawked and flew behind her. “Hey! I was on your side, Trixie!” Starlight shot back, not noticing the slimy Pinkie Pie creeping up behind her. “SSSSSSunset? With all of the transssssformationsssss ssssso close together, I’m afraid of what might happen.” Twilight warned as Rarity grinned in her new spider form. “Something like what?” Sunset asked right as Starlight shrieked. Looking over to the source of the scream, Sunset saw that the nude, slimy Pinkie had somehow managed to suck the lab coat and clothes right off of Starlight. Applejack neighed loudly as her equine shaft grew stiff at the sight of Starlight’s perky breasts. “Like that.” Twilight said flatly as Trixie started to wave her arms to shoo Rainbow Dash as Fluttershy, in siren-mermaid form, slithered over to her. “What’s the matter~? Don’t you want to win?~” Fluttershy said seductively, starting to pull down on her top to show off her chest. “What has gotten into everyone?” Trixie asked as Rainbow Dash landed right next to her, pulling off Trixie’s lab coat with the talons on her wings. Fluttershy inched closer, grinning at Trixie with a sultry look. “There has to be a way to reverse it!” Sunset shouted to Twilight before being lifted up in the air by Rarity’s two long, hairy spider legs. Twilight watched on, her own snake-like member starting to get excited from all the festivities. “Go back? Why would I ever want to go back?” Rarity cackled, using her spider-abdomen to start wrapping Sunset’s arms together as she spread the scientist’s legs open. “Twilight, darling, don’t you want to feast?” “Certainly~” Twilight replied, her tongue hissing as she made her way to Sunset. Twilight spat her hot venom, causing for Sunset’s lab coat and clothes to start to disintegrate off of her body, leaving the girl open and helpless. “Twilight, Rarity, you have to fight this!” Sunset struggled as she felt Twilight’s scaly, snake-like body against hers. “Mmm, such nice prey~” Rarity said, ripping away her shirt as she held Sunset captive against her bosom. “Trixie does not appreciate being treated this way!” Trixie shouted as Rainbow Dash continued to rip and tear away at Trixie’s clothes while Fluttershy stared deep into her eyes. “You need to relax and listen to me~” Fluttershy suggested, resting her hands on Trixie’s shoulders. Trixie’s eyes glazed over at the sound of Fluttershy’s allure as her soft opening grew wet with arousal. “Trixie will do what she can for her…” “Mistress.” Fluttershy finished, running her hands down Trixie’s stomach. “Mistress.” Trixie repeated, falling on her back. Rainbow Dash shed off her own clothes as she crouched over Trixie’s face, her own slit in full view for the dazed girl. Trixie leaned up and started to suck on Rainbow Dash’s opening, slipping her tongue into her pink center. Rainbow Dash squawked loudly as she squeezed her breasts with her talons. Fluttershy smiled as she leaned down to Trixie’s moist slit, licking at it softly. “I don’t think that can fit!” Starlight warned before having Pinkie’s dripping member shoved into her mouth. Pinkie giggled as Applejack slowly pushed her thick shaft into Starlight’s tight opening, Starlight spreading her legs as much as she could. Pushing deeper, she could only get about half of her length inside as Starlight moaned into Pinkie’s slimy rod, Pinkie thrusting into her mouth. Applejack started to rock back and forth into Starlight, currently on her hands and knees, being fully penetrated on both ends. Rainbow Dash picked up Fluttershy’s flexible frog-mermaid tail and pulled off her stretched skirt. Fluttershy moaned in between Trixie’s legs, making the girl arch her back as the magician sucked on Rainbow Dash’s slit. Twilight caught the tied-up Sunset in a kiss as she pushed her snake-member into her tight womanhood as Rarity held Sunset close to her bare breasts like a doll. She laughed as she made a thick, spider silk rope to gag Sunset’s mouth, muffling her shouts and moans. Celestia and Luna watched on at the spectacle on the stage, which had devolved into an animalistic orgy of sounds and shrieks inching closer to their completion. With a heavy blush on her face, Celestia addressed the audience of the fair that had been watching this entire time. “Due to the *ahem* animal nature of our three finalists, they have been disqualified from the science fair. The judges award the prize to the runner-up scientist with the potato-muffin battery!” A small woo was heard from the crowd as the blonde-haired girl was awarded the blue ribbon. “That’s it. Show’s over. You all can go home now.” Luna announced as the girls on the stage were still going at it. The audience had no intention to go as they continued watching and recording the events on the stage. “They’re not moving, sister.” Celestia watched on as Starlight was double-teamed by the centauress Applejack and the slimy, slug-like Pinkie Pie. “Well, they have to stop some time…” Luna looked over as well, sighing. “Why is this always happening?”
Pinkie's in a JamChapter 2: Pinkie’s In a Jam “What do you all have to say for yourselves?” Celestia asked, with Luna looming over her shoulder as they addressed Sunset, Trixie, and Starlight who were sitting in front of them, wearing borrowed gym clothes to cover themselves following on from the incident at the science fair. “Well, you see-” Sunset began, before being interrupted by Trixie. “Trixie was on track to make a great presentation for the science fair. She didn’t know, however, how the magic of Sunset and her friends would affect Trixie’s experiment,” she explained, rubbing at her arm. “Not to mention us mixing up the various solutions on the floor of the science fair.” Starlight added, running her hand through her hair nervously. “Well, at least your friends have recovered from their monster forms, right Sunset?” Luna asked. “Yes, ma’am! They’re waiting outside in the clothes that you’ve lent us. And once again, we’re really sorry about how things got out of control,” Sunset replied, looking over at Trixie and Sunset as they nodded in agreement. “If that’s all, I trust that these dangerous experiments won’t continue on school grounds, and so you are free to leave. Your detention with all of your friends will happen after school on Monday,” Celestia instructed, cleaning up the report file on her desk. “Of course, we’ll show up!” Sunset smiled at the principals behind the desk before heading towards the office’s door. “If Trixie must,” Trixie added with an exasperated sigh, signaling at Starlight to stand up with her. “I’ll make sure she’ll be there,” Starlight whispered to the sisters, following Trixie and Sunset out of the door. “Well, that was certainly an adventure for the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie announced, stretching her arms out in front of her. “Trixie would be lying if she said it wasn’t halfway enjoyable.” The girls outside of the office looked at Trixie with a confused expression, leaving Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy to chirp up. “You mean you liked-” Fluttershy began. “...Getting overpowered by me and Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash finished, pointing to herself and Fluttershy. Trixie blushed, crossing her arms, the monster solution sprays in her hands. “No, of course not! Trixie just knows how to make the best of a bad situation!” Trixie corrected defensively, throwing her spray bottles into the nearby empty trash can. “I think what Trixie is trying to say is we forgive you all for acting wild and we hope you forgive us for experimenting on you all without taking your crazy magic into account,” Starlight explained, throwing her bottles away in the same trash can. “Apology accepted!” Applejack said, smiling at Starlight. “And we’re sorry for all the gooey, slimy fun we had too!” Pinkie added, bouncing next to Starlight as if she was made of rubber. “Rarity? Are you okay?” Sunset asked, noticing that Rarity was particularly quiet following the whole ordeal. “It’s embarrassing enough that I turned into that monstrosity. Let us never speak of it again,” Rarity commented brusquely, turning away. “It’ll make an interesting story to tell my friends back in Equestria, at least!” Twilight smiled with a nervous chuckle. Rarity gave her a short, sharp glare, momentarily concerned about the opinion of magical ponies in a world separate from hers. “Well don’t worry, this won’t ever happen again!” Sunset said confidently, tossing her spray bottles into the same trash can as Trixie and Starlight. “The Great and Powerful Trixie won’t see you until Monday afternoon, girls!” Trixie announced, walking away from the group. “Wait, what?” Rainbow Dash asked, looking at Starlight. “We kind of all have detention because of the incident.” Starlight explained, causing Rainbow Dash to groan. “Anyway, Sunset was it?” “Uh, yeah! What’s up?” Sunset smiled as she turned to the new girl. “I was wondering if you could show me around here? I heard you used to be the new girl at the school?” Starlight asked, looking down at her shoes, nervously waiting for a response. “Well…” Sunset looked over at Twilight, who seemed to be sniffing her hands before rubbing them on her loaned CHS gym shirt. “Sure, I can show you around.” “Awesome. Hopefully, Trixie doesn’t mind too much!” Starlight quickly walked to Sunset’s side as they walked down the hall away from the six girls standing in front of the trash can. Even after experiencing such a wild event, the girls seemed transfixed at the discarded spray bottles that gave them such great changes. They briefly glimpsed at each other and then back at the bin, the silence growing heavy as they looked at the contents at the top of it, feeling their pulse quicken at the thought of transforming again. Pinkie Pie whistled as she walked on her own up to the trash bin, digging in it and picking up the pink colored bottle that she had been exposed to from the experiment. With her finger on the trigger of the spray, she froze for a second with her other index finger on her lips. As fun as it would be to be a gooey slime girl again, she knew that being around her friends right now would mean that she would start being a crazed monster and that she would start feeling her instincts for her friends again. Taking her finger off the spray, she quickly placed the bottle in the endless Pinkie space of her poofy hair and went along her way, waving her arms at her side as she skipped down the halls. Coming home from school, Pinkie skipped her way into the kitchen and started to pull out various ingredients for baking. With all the craziness that happened at school, her stomach rumbled for a hunger that only pies and cakes could satisfy. Pouring in more than a cup of sugar into the bowl, she happily mixed in the butter before beating the eggs into the batter. Throwing in pinches of vanilla and other tasty spices and flavors, Pinkie dipped her pinky finger into the bowl and licked up the wet batter. “Hmm, not bad but it needs something,” she said to herself, smacking her lips as the flavor lingered on her tongue. Grabbing the cocoa powder and the vanilla, she added more of the mix of flavors, swirling the batter in the bowl. Scooping more of the mixture on her finger, she tasted the sticky batter again, letting the flavor sink in. “Nope, that’s not it either!” Pinkie exclaimed, starting to grab more spices, salt, and cream, starting to throw in a mishmash of everything in the kitchen. With each taste, she got the sweetness, the flavor, but there was still something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Staring at her finger, her tip was shiny and slick from all the times she wrapped her tongue and slurped the batter off of it. Her mind drifted towards the faint memories of her slimy form, remembering that the spray her friends threw away was easily within her reach. Digging her hand into her poofy, wild mane of a hairdo, Pinkie pulled out the spray bottle and looked around the kitchen. Seeing no one around, she sprayed the tip of her finger, letting the solution sink in. Closing her eyes, Pinkie felt the spray around her finger start to drip down to her palm, the pink goo starting to form on it. “I’m sure a little goo never hurt nobody!” Pinkie said cheerfully, dipping her finger into the batter as her pink goo started to mix into the bowl. Pulling her finger out, she licked off the batter mixed with her own sticky slime, getting a rich and familiar taste in her mouth. “Mmm! Now that’s a good taste!” Pinkie exclaimed cheerfully, finishing up her mixing as she put in the flour and baking powder. Pouring in the milk, she continued to stir the batter, getting it prepared to be placed in one of her many cake molds. After placing the cake into the oven, Pinkie quickly grabbed one of her pie tins and another large bowl to throw in some flour and salt. Adding some butter, she stirred in the water until the mixture became a soft, doughy ball. Placing it on the cutting board, Pinkie grabbed a rolling pin and started flattening out the dough as she whistled to herself. Once the dough was flat enough, she laid the crust into the pie tin and then started on the filling. Getting another bowl, Pinkie started throwing in several ingredients while stirring and whisking them all together until the mixture was sweet and tasty. The pie filling poured into the crust as Pinkie took a taste with her slimy finger. Generously mixing her goo into the pie, she licked up the filling for a quick test. “Hmm, not as good as before. Better add some more!” Pinkie thought aloud, using the spray to cover her whole hand as it began to coat in pink slime, the fluid dripping into the pie filling. After mixing the pie filling with her hands, Pinkie sucked on her fingers to clean them, getting the full taste of the mixture. “Ohhh, that’s it!” Pinkie licked her lips, savoring the flavor of her own special ingredient. Making more of the crust dough, she mixed more of her slime in on purpose as she placed the top of the pie on the crust in the tin, ready for baking. Waiting for the pastries to finish baking, Pinkie lightly sucked on her finger as she read a cookbook for fun, occasionally drawing on the pages of her recipes, leaving damp trails over the words. The taste of her slime seemed to fill her with a soothing sensation, the sweetness from her baking mixing along with that special taste of her gooey goodness. Her lips became covered in her slime as she licked more and more at her covered hand, more and more of a mess forming in the kitchen as the slime made its mark. Once the timer went off, Pinkie pulled the cake out from the oven and let it cool down as she began to make the icing to decorate the spongy exterior. Grabbing yet another mixing bowl, she threw in powdered sugar and butter and began to mix it around with a spoon. The slime traveled from her hand down the spoon, naturally mixing into the batter. As Pinkie added the vanilla essence and everything else she could get her hands on, the mixture grew thicker as the sweet scent filled her nose. Finishing off with the milk, the creamy frosting stuck to the spoon as Pinkie lovingly licked and sucked up the wooden utensil. Licking her lips, something still didn’t taste right. Her eyes drifted more to the spray, as she rolled up the sleeves of her over-sized sweatshirt that she was given back at the school. Spraying more of the solution on her arms, the pink slime grew thicker as it covered even more of her. Shoving her arm into the bowl of icing, Pinkie’s eyes turned pink, glowing slightly, as the thoughts of her slimy form started to take hold. Pulling out her icing-covered arm, she licked up and down herself as she tasted the sweet cream that covered her hand. Sucking deeply on her fingers, she moaned at the taste of the slime mixing in the cream. Once her arm was licked clean, Pinkie looked down in shock as the icing that she had just made was gone, consumed by her in a flash. Pinkie rushed over to the pantry only to discover that she ran out of all the ingredients that she used for her baking. Slumped over the counter, she sighed as her the fluids from her arm dripped out against the hard tile. As the timer went off for the pie, Pinkie had a great idea. “I know! I’ll go to the store and get some more ingredients!” Pinkie exclaimed, starting to run off to the store with a trail of her slime from her arms following behind her. Stopping at her porch with a gasp, she ran back to the kitchen and grabbed the pie from the oven, using her non-slimy hand to grab the hot pie tin. “Ouch!” Pinkie shouted, throwing the hot pie on the counter. Instinctively sucking on her fingers to sooth the burn, her eyes drifted again to the spray bottle. She quickly grabbed the bottle and sprayed her hand, causing the slime to cover her skin, instantly healing the burn. Pinkie continued to suck on her fingers but more so for pleasure as she giggled. Holding the bottle in her gooey hands, she pulled off the top and poured the liquid solution on top of her, soaking through the loaned gym clothes. “Ahhh, much better!” Pinkie said with a slow smile as the slime started to form all around her. With every inch of her soaked with the transformative solution and goo, Pinkie started to run to the store, leaving an even more prominent trail of slime behind her wherever she went. Getting to the store, Pinkie ran up and down the aisles as the trail of slime followed behind her. Her skin continued to get more and more slick and slimy as the goo started to soak into her clothes. Holding onto her basket, she started to get more of the ingredients that she needed for her baked goods. “Let’s see. We need milk and eggs and flour,” Pinkie said to herself as her shirt started to slip down her gooey chest, slowly revealing her bare breasts. A concerned mother covered the eyes of her young boy before ushering him away from the slimegirl. “Oopsie!” Pinkie giggled, putting the milk in the basket and making no effort to pull back up her sleeves. Sliding over to the eggs, her shorts started to slip down as her slick slit between her legs flashed at the man sorting through the cheeses. His cheeks blushed before he turned away, trying not to look at the indecent Pinkie. “Hey! You know where I can find some flour?” Pinkie asked the man, nibbling on the tip of her gooey finger. “Uh, aisle seven.” The man answered, not making eye contact with her. “Thanks!” Pinkie giggled some more before putting away a carton of eggs in her basket and running off to the aisle mentioned to her. As she was making her way through the store, her eyes caught an aisle that was shining and glimmering under the supermarket lights. She turned to fully look at it, realizing that she was looking down the aisle filled with a wide variety of jams, jellies and other gooey liquids used for food products. Pinkie’s eyes lit up as she beamed and jumped up, letting her gooey clothes slip right off. Running her hands on top of all the jars of marmalade, Pinkie let out a soft moan as she felt at peace with all of the sweet and sticky substances by her side. She started putting jars of the jams and jellies into her basket as she panted, running her hand down her naked, slick body. Licking her lips, she opened one of the jars of apple-flavored jam and placed it on the shelf, dipped her finger inside. “Oooh… that’s a nice jelly,” Pinkie commented, pulling her gooey finger out and sucking off of the jam as her free hand started to rub at her slick, dripping slit between her slimy legs. Closing her eyes, she picked up the jar and ran her tongue along the edge of it, tasting the apple jam direct from the source. Her fingers slipped inside of her sticky opening, as she started to pleasure herself, the aroma of the jelly right under her nose driving her on. “Ah, yeah, more! I need more!” Pinkie moaned, pouring the jam on her body with her free hand, rubbing it into her chest. Pumping her fingers into herself, she started to feel a hard, gooey shaft push and grow against her palm. With a mouth full of apple jam, Pinkie giggled as she started to stroke at her slimy member, remembering her slimegirl instincts. “Mmm, this is much more fun!” Pinkie shouted in pleasure, opening a bottle of syrup as she squirted the bottle, smearing it all over her face, licking her lips clean as the goo mixed with the new contents. Her shaft throbbed as she continued to stroke herself, falling down in the puddle of slime that her body was trailing along the supermarket floor without any pain. Pinkie moaned loudly as she poured strawberry jam onto her face, letting the tip of her member spurt out her hot love jelly all over her stomach and chest. Dropping the jar, the glass shattered next to her as she panted in the sticky mess on the floor. A store associate turned the corner to investigate the sound, seeing the naked, gooey girl effectively passed out on the floor. “Yeah, we need a cleanup on aisle eight,” he called into the radio as he went over to the barely conscious Pinkie. As he poked her jelly-like shoulder, Pinkie giggled deliriously before opening her eyes. “Hi, there! Want some jelly?” Pinkie asked, scooping up the mess of jam on the floor to offer to the worker. “Miss, I need to you to leave the store!” The associate pushed away her hand, causing the slimy mixture to spill out of her hand. Pinkie’s eyes opened wide before jumping up and looking around frantically. “My cakes!” Pinkie shouted, grabbing the basket of jellies and jams and running out of the store, leaving the second trail of slime behind her. “You need to pay for those!” The associate shouted as his co-worker came around the corner with a mop and bucket, ready to clean up the spill. Pinkie’s speed started to reduce as she approached her home, feeling more in tune with her slimy thoughts and instincts. As much as she tried to rush home, she started to move slower until her pace was like a slug moving along the sidewalk. She gritted her teeth to move as fast as possible, trying to reach the front door of the house, panting with effort. Finally grabbing the doorknob, she opened the door and fell inside the doorway, feeling the soft carpet on the floor. Inching more into the home, Pinkie’s eyes trailed to the basket of mostly intact jars of jams, syrups, kinds of honey and jelly as her shaft began to harden underneath her. Turning onto her back, she crept more into the house, using her gooey legs to push the door closed behind her. “Home at last.” Pinkie said calmly and slowly, no longer giggling. Her mind slowed down as she slowed reached for the jam in the basket. Opening the jar, she started to pour the honey onto her chest, rubbing it into her goo. Moaning softly, her free hand began stroking her rod as she became more and more aroused. Opening another jar, Pinkie slipped her tongue slowly into the goop, taking in the flavor of the cherry jelly. She rubbed faster at her shaft as it became harder and less gooey, feeling only the slickness of her hands against her member. Dropping the open jar and rolling it across the floor on its side as some of the jelly spilled onto the floor, Pinkie slithered slowly against the floor, licking at her breasts held up in one of her palms with a goopy tongue. As soon as the jar was at her waist, she carefully directed her shaft into the half-full jar of cherry jelly and pushed it into the slimy food. Pinkie moaned louder but slower, starting to thrust into the open jelly. “Oooh… jelly.” Pinkie smiled slowly, lolling her tongue out as she opened another jar, spilling the marmalade out into her lap. Rubbing her hand into the jelly from the thrusting jar, she slowly sucked on her fingers to get a taste of the delicious mixture. Her shaft pushed deeper into the jelly, as she felt the cold preserves rub tightly against her rod. Slowly running a hand back down her slick body, she opened up another bottle of syrup before slipping her fingers into her rear, starting to push deep into her. Moaning again, Pinkie poured the bottle of syrup with her free hand onto her face as she became at peace with the slimy substances, making a big mess on the floor of her living room. Her member pulsed against the jelly as her body began to tingle, as she felt her gooey fingers push deeper inside her rear. “Ahhh… my hot jelly!” Pinkie shouted slowly, letting her member spurt her sticky goo into the jar of jelly, licking up the fluids on her face. Panting softly, she slowly pulled her fingers out of her rear and started to suck on their tips, getting the best amount of flavor from her sticky, gooey juices. Satisfied with her mess, Pinkie closed her eyes as the open jars rolled away from her, losing herself to the world in her jelly-based pleasure. Author's Note Sorry for the long wait for such a short chapter! I promise that the next chapter with Rarity will be worth it!
Rarity's All Tied UpChapter 3: Rarity’s All Tied Up ~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~ Rarity watched as Pinkie Pie skipped down the hall with something held in her hand. She then looked at the rubbish bin to the side of her, all of the remaining science experiment spray bottles stacked in a pile on top of each other. The purple-colored perfume bottle that she had been sprayed with to turn into the spider monstrosity was on the top of the pile, just waiting to be picked up. Reaching into the bin, Rarity bit her lip as she thought of the consequences of her actions at the fair. “I mean, it would be a shame to waste a fabulous bottle. Maybe I can dump all that nasty spider stuff and place a better fragrance in it!” Rarity reasoned with herself, taking the perfume out of the rubbish and carrying it out with her before she headed off home. “Sweetie Belle! I’m home!” Rarity announced, opening the door to her boutique, downstairs from her home’s living area. The silence of the showroom floor seemed normal as Rarity shrugged at her sister’s non-response and picked up the mail from the ground. “She must be out running around with her friends.” Rarity told herself, flipping through the various letters and leaflets in the stack of delivered mail. Among the various credit card and used car offers, one letter caught her eye with the address of… “Prance Magazine?!” Rarity gasped, dropping the mail to run over to her chaise lounge, ripping open the envelope to read the letter. “Dear Rarity, On behalf of the recommendation of our junior associate Photo Finish and the celebrity statement of Countess Coloratura detailing your involvement in costuming for her latest music video, we would like to extend an offer to create a dazzling new line of dresses to be featured in a photo shoot cover story. Please understand that this is a great opportunity for a young up-and-coming designer as yourself. Please call us if there is anything we can do to help you meet the deadline. Sincerely,” “Prim Hemline! Editor-in-Chief of Prance Magazine!” Rarity shouted, holding the letter to her chest as she squealed in delight at the offer. She had had some simple formal dress orders and favors for her friends, but nothing like a spread for a famous magazine! The Coloratura gig was more of a fluke since Applejack and Rara go back to early camp days, but this! This was a chance to show everyone what she could do! Rarity quickly scanned the remaining details on the cover letter, realizing that she had the right amount of direction and freedom to create the Spring Spotlight line for the magazine. However, there was one detail that tripped up Rarity as she tightened her grip on the golden letter in her hands. “The photo shoot is this weekend?!” Rarity shrieked, quickly throwing down the letter as she ran to her Inspiration room. Immersing herself into the creative study of her workshop, she quickly checked the inventory of her supplies. “Okay, plenty of cloth, buttons are looking good, can’t ever have enough ribbons. Uh huh, uh huh.” Rarity counted off until she reached an empty box that was simply listed SPOOLS OF THREAD. Another shriek came from Rarity as she frantically searched the box for even the tiniest, half-full spool of thread for her sewing machine. If she could make an outfit completely out of rope and denim, then she could work under pressure with just under one spool. However, nothing was found. No black, red or blue. The box was completely empty. Rarity’s lip quivered at the thought of not having enough materials to craft the best Spring fashion line that anyone has ever seen, but suddenly a memory hit her. There was at least one spool of thread that she stored away from her inventory. Rushing over to her work desk, she opened a drawer containing a wooden box with a rainbow design on the lid. Opening the box, Rarity expected to see the special rainbow thread that Miss Coco had given her on her trip to the Big City. Unfortunately, that too was empty. Rarity dropped the ornate rainbow box on the floor. Her Inspiration room span around her, turning into a nightmarish prison. The mannequins around the room started to have twisted grins on their blank, featureless faces. Rarity’s eyelids grew heavy until, with a dramatic gasp, her vision grew black as she fell gracefully onto the floor. “Rarity! I’m home!” Rarity’s eyes opened at the exclamation from downstairs, finding herself on the floor of the Inspiration room. Slowly standing up and brushing off her skirt, she quickly made her way back down to the showroom. “Sweetie Belle, darling!” Rarity smiled, walking over to her sister before Rarity wrapped her arms around her. “How was your afternoon?” “Oh, we went to see that musical movie at the cinema for the club with the Crusaders! Scootaloo didn’t like it, but I loved the songs!” Sweetie Belle replied, dropping her backpack next to where they were standing. Looking back over at her older sister, Sweetie Belle tilted her head at Rarity, a confused expression on her face. “Is something the matter Rarity? Your hair is a mess!” “What?” Rarity scoffed, using her hand to smooth down her carefully crafted coiffure which had gotten a little out of hand during her mad search of the boutique for a spool of thread. “No… I mean, yes, sort of... Sweetie Belle?” “Yes?” Sweetie Belle inched closer, noticing the slight twitch that was at the edge of Rarity’s eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to all my precious sewing thread, would you?” Rarity asked, running her hand along the table next to her, giving her best smile to her sister. “Oh! Yeah, the Crusaders needed it for our costumes for the big Daring Do premiere that’s coming up this month! Sorry for not telling you before.” Sweetie Belle answered as Rarity’s twitch became worse. “You used… all the thread?” Rarity asked again, trying to breathe evenly as Sweetie Belle’s expression became confused again. “Uh, yeah?” “Even the super special thread that I had stored away as a gift?” Rarity asked quickly, trailing off with a short chuckle. “Oh, the rainbow colors! Yeah, that worked really well with Scootaloo’s rainbow wig!” Sweetie Belle replied innocently as Rarity’s perfectly manicured nails started to dig into the table they were standing beside. “You did?” Rarity squeaked, choking on the words that she wishes she could say to her little sister. “I hope you’re not mad, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle pouted sadly, looking up at Rarity with her big, sad eyes. “Mad? Oh, I’m not mad, Sweetie Belle.” Rarity coughed, taking the opportunity to smooth out her hair again, noticing the fringes of madness returning as her eyes twitched more while smiling at her sister. “I just have a very important order but I’m sure an express delivery of supplies can solve everything.” “Right,” Sweetie Belle leaned away, walking over to her backpack. “Well, I have some… uh… homework! Yeah, homework to do so… I’ll leave you to it!” Before Rarity could acknowledge her sister’s quick departure, she had pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number of her supplier for all things related to designing and crafting her latest fashions. “Pierre? Yes, it’s Rarity. Listen, darling, I have a bit of a situation here at the boutique and I need an express order of the highest quality thread you can provide me. Yes yes, you know I’m good for premium, I’m sure the card on file will take care of the price tag.” Rarity explained over the phone. Tapping her finger on the table, Rarity listened to the other line of the call as she sighed, looking over to the stairs leading up from the boutique, Sweetie Belle sitting and listening in on her. “A box of 100? Oh, that will be perfect! Yes, the address is the same. And the fastest shipping you have, please. Yes, yes, just charge it!” Rarity quickly cleared her throat, noticing her rudeness. “I’m sorry darling, it’s just this is a bit of a crisis so I may come off a bit curt. Oh, it’s on its way? Processing… got it. Well, when will it arrive?” Rarity stared right at the stairs and spotted Sweetie Belle, who quickly gave off a little squeak before actually going up the stairs with her bag. “Tomorrow morning? Oh, then there’s nothing to worry about! Thank you so much, Pierre, I knew I could count on you! Ta-ta!” Hanging up the call, Rarity breathed a short sigh of relief as she ran her hand through her hair again, leaning against the table. Looking over at the chaise lounge, she had noticed that Sweetie Belle had knocked over Rarity’s book-bag in her hurry to leave the showroom floor. The perfume bottle with the poofy atomizer on the top had rolled out of the bag. “Right, that perfume bottle!” Rarity told herself aloud, going over to pick the item off of the floor. Looking at the crystalline bottle design, her fingers danced along the atomizer, ready to give herself a quick spray. However, a thought crossed her mind, reminding her of the spider-like creature that she became, overcome with lust and desire in her madness. Her hand moved away from the poofy atomizer as she set the bottle down on the shelf next to the lounge. “I’ll deal with those contents after the weekend. In the meantime…” Rarity walked up the stairs, her mind starting to become more focused on dinner more than anything else. “Creativity can’t thrive on an empty stomach!” Rarity woke up the next morning, still panicking about the thread situation. As much as she tried to draw up the designs the night before for the fashion line that she needed the thread for, everything seemed off and wrong as she stressed about the lack of supplies. As she crumpled up and tossed the design papers, the floor to Rarity’s bedroom became littered with more and more rejected concepts and scribbles. Getting out of the bed, Rarity’s feet crushed the layer of paper on the floor, causing her to sigh. “Maybe a nice bath could help calm my nerves.” Rarity told herself as she walked along the floor made of paper until her feet finally reached a carpeted island. Going into the bathroom, she ran the water into the tub as she slowly disrobed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Pulling at her soft, porcelain skin, she could see the beginning of baggy, sleepy circles around her eyes. Turning away from the mirror, Rarity turned off the faucet for the tub and slowly stepped into the warm water. Slipping down to the side of the tub, she took a deep breath and sigh as her body became enveloped in the warm water in the bath. Soaking in the bath for a few minutes, Rarity closed her eyes as she started to drift into some well-needed peace. Inspiration had still eluded her, but for a brief moment, she didn’t worry about the photo shoot or the fashion line or anything like that. In the quiet morning, in the closed bathroom, unable to be interrupted, Rarity sunk deep into the water as her wild and messy bed hair became wet, slipping under the surface. Rarity pulled herself out of the bath and reached over to the bottle in a holder attached to the wall next to the bath. Squeezing a generous amount into her palms, she began to lather up her arms and hands with the soapy bubbles. Lifting up her glistening legs one at a time, she ran the suds up and down them as she gently massaged her feet. Dipping her legs back into the water, she sat up as she covered up her chest, gently rubbing against it with her soapy hands. Feeling clean enough, Rarity sunk back down in the water to wash away the soap into the bath, before coming back up fresh and clean. Grabbing another bottle from the shelf with the silhouette of a horse on the label, Rarity poured the liquid into her hand and slowly applied the shampoo to her long, straightened hair. The shampoo sank into her hair as she slowly ran her hand down the length, being careful not to tug on the knots too tightly. Once her hair was sufficiently covered in shampoo, Rarity slipped once again down in the water, leaving her face above the surface as she washed the soap out of her luscious mane. Rarity breathed a content sigh as she floated in the bath, letting her body soak deep into the water. Closing her eyes, she focused on the silence around her as she drifted into the peace, without any worries at all. There was nothing that could bother her. DING-DONG Well, almost nothing. Rarity’s eyes shot open at the sound of the doorbell as her frantic nature flooded back, amplifying the sound in her ears. Her mind began to race as the doorbell went off again, wondering why Sweetie Belle hadn’t answered the door yet. Sitting up in the bath, the bell went off again as a heavy knock came to the door. Jumping out of the bath still soaking wet, Rarity quickly grabbed a towel and darted out of the bathroom. Running down the stairs, Rarity called out as the doorbell rang again. “Just a second!” Rarity quickly tied the towel around her dripping wet body, walking briskly across the showroom floor to the front door. “Who’s at the door this early?” Sweetie Belle yawned from the top of the stairs as she noticed the barely dressed Rarity about to answer the door. Pulling the door open, Rarity smiled to greet the delivery person only to find Sunset Shimmer in the doorway instead. “Uh, good morning?” Sunset asked, her smile fading as Rarity looked horrified at not only the lack of a package but at the prospect of having to answer the door in a towel without doing her hair. Rarity quickly slammed the door on Sunset, leaning with her back against it. “Is this a bad time?” Sunset knocked on the door again, unaware of Rarity slipping down against it as her towel fell off of her. “No, not really, darling!” Rarity called back, the twitch in her eye returning as she hurriedly gripped at the towel, trying to fix it back up. “Can I come in and talk?” “Um, no.” “Well, okay, I was just wondering if you were okay after yesterday.” Sunset rose her eyebrow out of the door, leaning closer to talk to Rarity. Rarity looked at her hands as she rubbed and scratched up and down her arms, experiencing the phantom feeling of spiders crawling up and down her in her monstrous form. “I’m fine, Sunset! Thanks for checking up on me!” Rarity replied as Sweetie Belle watched her sister from the stairs. “Oh, alright then! See you at school?” Sunset asked as she was about to leave. “Yes, until then darling!” Rarity bit down on the finger in her mouth as the panic started to overwhelm her. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard as Sunset walked away from the front of the boutique. “What was all that about?” Sweetie Belle asked, still kinda groggy from waking up so early. “Sweetie Belle, darling, Mama-” Rarity paused, catching the word on her tongue. “I mean, I’m waiting for a very important package this morning. So please, be a dear and tell me when the delivery arrives?” “Oh, sure! But I might be going with the Crusaders in the afternoon to work on our group project for class.” Sweetie Belle explained, still confused at why her sister ran down the stairs with just a towel on. “Oh, well, I’m sure the delivery will be before then. I’ll be upstairs!” Rarity quickly went up the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind her. “Wait! What about breakfast?” Sweetie Belle quickly asked. After not hearing a response, she sighed and walked back to her room. “Guess that means no breakfast today.” “What do you mean there’s a delay in the shipment?” Rarity asked angrily over the phone, looking at the front door while tapping her fingers on the table she was leaning against. “You said it would be delivered this morning!” Sweetie Belle tiptoed around the showroom as she carried her bag, going towards the door behind Rarity’s back. “Yes but Pierre, it’s very important I get that delivery as soon as possible!” Rarity explained, turning her back to the door to the boutique. Sweetie Belle inched closer to the door handle, carefully turning it as she made her secret escape. “It’ll be here tonight? I sure hope so with the amount I paid for express delivery!” The bell at the top of the frame rang as Sweetie Belle opened the door, causing her to freeze in her tracks. Rarity quickly turned around, hoping to see a delivery person with the parcel, only to be disappointed yet again. “Alright, thank you for your help Pierre.” Rarity hung up the call before stomping over to Sweetie Belle, still paralyzed in the doorway. “And just where do you think you’re going?” “Uh, I told you that the Crusaders have a project that needs to be done! They’re waiting for me!” Sweetie Belle replied, adjusting the bag on her back, the backpack full of supplies for their project. “But the delivery isn’t here yet!” Rarity pleaded, incredibly frustrated at the fact that the package had not been delivered and was now even more late, leaving her with a shorter window to craft the fashion line in time for the photo shoot. “You can wait here for it, no problem!” Sweetie Belle suggested, taking a step out of the doorway. “I’ll be back later tonight, okay Rarity?” “Wait!” Rarity shouted, stepping out in front of Sweetie Belle in front of the boutique. “What if I can’t make it to the door because I’m in the bathroom or something?” “You came downstairs this morning wearing just a towel.” Sweetie Belle reminded her, much to Rarity’s embarrassment. “I think you’ll be fine answering the door in just about anything.” “Alright, but make sure to come back home before it gets too late. And I’ll most likely be busy in my Inspiration room, so please don’t disturb me when you come home.” Rarity sighed, stepping off to the side as Sweetie Belle walked out onto the sidewalk. “Alright then! Bye Rarity!” Sweetie Belle waved goodbye as she walked down the street, Rarity watching as her sister turned the corner. Looking up and down the street, several people were walking around but she saw no sign of a delivery van or person or anything similar. Gritting her teeth, Rarity turned towards the door and let out a frustrated growl. “Where is that delivery?!” Sweetie Belle skipped back to her home as the streetlights began to turn on. Rummaging through the pockets of her bag, she groaned at the fact that she didn’t have her keys on her and the boutique had been most likely closed all day. She walked up to the door and held her finger on the doorbell, ready to press it. Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared her for what came next as soon as she pressed the button. “Well, it’s about time!” Rarity shouted, swinging the door open. “I’ve been waiting for that delivery all day!” Huffing and puffing in her rage, she realized that the visitor was not the late delivery person but Sweetie Belle waving with a nervous smile on her face. “Hi Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said, stepping into the boutique. “Have you been waiting for the package all day?” “Oh! Sweetie Belle!” Rarity blinked, rubbing her eyes as she laughed nervously. “No, of course not. I’ve been… very productive today!” “Uh-huh,” Sweetie Belle added, looking at the mess of a mane on top of Rarity’s head. “I don’t think the delivery is going to come today. It’s already too late.” “No, they said it would be here! It has to be here! The photo shoot is tomorrow!” Rarity started to bite at her fingertips, the twitch in her eyes becoming more prominent. “I need the thread for my fashion line! I need it!” “Why not use an alternative to the thread?” Sweetie Belle asked, shrugging before going up the stairs to her room. “An… alternative?” Rarity repeated, the idea running through her mind as she heard the deafening tick of the clock for every second that passed by. Her eyes trailed towards the shelf next to her chaise lounge where the spider-based solution sat in its crystalline perfume bottle. Her heart started to beat faster as her feet moved her closer to the fabled perfume, biting her lip as she reached out for the bottle. Dancing her fingers along the poofy atomizer, Rarity’s thoughts filled with the power that came from her monster-like state. She smiled at the idea of control in her hectic situation, giving it a light squeeze. The solution sprayed out from the bottle into the air as Rarity caught a whiff of the pleasant scent that Sunset and Twilight had concocted into the experiment. “Desperate times call for desperate measures!” Rarity announced, directing the spray nozzle towards her face and neck and giving the atomizer a full squeeze. The solution sprayed onto her bare skin as Rarity peppered herself with the unstable solution. Breathing in the spider-based pheromones, Rarity’s eyes opened wide as the effects started to take hold. The room began to spin around as Rarity’s senses started to heighten. Losing grip on the crystalline perfume bottle, she heard the glass shatter next to her as she chuckled. Rarity marched towards the stairs, becoming aware of how cumbersome her feet were becoming to walk with her new condition. Her slippers began to rip and tear at her feet grew longer and shifted to a black color, fine hairs coating them. Her laughter grew as her hands gripped onto her already frazzled hair as she tugged down on it. Getting to the stairs, Rarity’s socks ripped apart as her legs grew thicker and hairier with the black fur. Grinning with a twisted smile, Rarity’s sense of control was coming back to her as the solution settled inside of her. She held her hand against her side as she laughed walking up the stairs, feeling something stirring inside of her. Once she reached the top of the stairs, Rarity let out a loud cackle as something began to push out against her side, stretching the band of her skirt. Her two furry legs soon became four, with two more forming legs of equal length ripping away her skirt and panties while her lower half covered in the black fur. Rarity crawled towards her bedroom as two more legs formed on her side, feeling her hips stretch out and lengthen to match her form. Barraging into her room, Rarity moaned as the last set of legs pushed out of her, making the total a matching eight. Rolling her eyes back, a fit of laughter came over her as she felt herself getting taller in her bedroom. She let out a loud groan as she felt a heavy pressure from her backside as her legs danced around next to her. Her lower half stretched out as an abdomen pushed out behind her, covered in the dark, black fur of her lower body. She wiggled her abdomen as the heat inside of her rose. Laughing maniacally, she ripped away her shirt to reveal her perky breasts, feeling them grow in size as the monster inside of her started to take control. Lapping up and down her hands, Rarity became familiar with her new form as her laughing fit subsided. “Oh yes, this is the power I wanted!” Rarity announced, hearing the seductive tone in her voice. “Mama is back, my pretties!” She ran her hands down her chest and moaned, arching her back as she squeezed her ample breasts. Panting from the heat inside her, Rarity slipped her hands down her stomach, running her fingers over her tight, wet slit. She licked her lips before slipping her fingers deep inside of her, letting out a gasp. As she pumped her hand into her soft opening, Rarity caressed and sucked on her breasts as she soon lost herself to the pleasure of her spider form. Her thoughts were filled with tying up her friends with the long, thick threads of her web and forcing them to pleasure her in every way imaginable. With this amount of power, she could control anyone she wanted. Letting out a loud moan, Rarity’s slit squirted out her hot juices against her fingers in her climax as her abdomen shot out long, sticky threads of her web aimlessly into the air, landing everywhere in the room. Breathing heavily as she looked at the web-covered room through half-lidded eyes, Rarity’s mind became clear from the afterglow of her pleasure. “Ideeeeea~!” Rarity shouted triumphantly in a seductive voice, grabbing all of the web stuck to her body with her hands as she began to clean up the room. Sweetie Belle yawned as she stepped out of her room after waking up the morning after. Stretching in the hallway, she noticed the trail of silver, silk-like threads leading from Rarity’s bedroom to her Inspiration room. Following the trail, she knocked the door of the room. “Rarity? Are you in there?” Sweetie Belle asked as her hand became stuck in the sticky webs around the door. “What’s with all the webs around here?” Shaking off the threads attached to her hand, Sweetie Belle opened the door to find Rarity hard at work at her station. She was wearing a long flowing black dress cut down the center to accent her enlarged bosom, ornamented with golden streaks along the sides. Looking around the room, Sweetie Belle saw the fruits of Rarity’s labor for her fashion line. The dresses were elegant black, with white threads that made the mannequins look like they were tied up with rope. The threads wrapped around their torso, the see-through material of the garments revealing their plastic breasts. The male mannequins had a much darker style to them. Lots of masks on their emotionless, stoic faces while their tops were more formal with the same thread motif around their arms and midsections. The bottoms of the outfits seemed to focus largely on their laps and crotch, using the silver threads to direct the attention to their plastic bulges, which were near non-existent on their plastic figures. The designs looked more like erotic bondage than actual fashion, which is exactly what Rarity was going for. “Sweetie Belle! Darling!” Rarity turned to her sister and crawled over on her furred legs, sweeping Sweetie Belle into a tight hug against her soft, plush breasts. “Is this your big project?” Sweetie Belle asked, muffled by her sister’s chest as she was squeezed tightly by her arms. “Yes! Don’t you just love it?” Rarity lets go of Sweetie Belle, presenting the finished works of her fashion line. “I call it Spider Chic, for obvious reasons. Isn’t it wonderful?” “It’s certainly something!” Sweetie Belle replied, trying not to look at her sister’s new form. “Hmm, is something the matter? Come on, tell Mama what’s wrong.” Rarity ran her hand down her sister’s cheek, much to Sweetie Belle’s surprise. “Mama?” Sweetie Belle repeated, giving Rarity a strange look. “Yes, Sweetie. I’m here to protect you!” Rarity smiled sweetly, holding out her arms wide towards her sister. “But… look at you! Look at all this! What has gotten into you?” Rarity’s expression fell for a second before lifting her hand to her face and laughing haughtily. “Oh Sweetie, you just don’t understand the extent of my power!” Before she could have a chance to respond, the doorbell rang from downstairs. Sweetie Belle looked at Rarity as the twisted smile appeared on her black lipstick-coated mouth again. “Could you be a dear and go and get that? Mama has work to do up here.” Rarity turned back to her station, beginning to sew more additions to her projects. Sweetie Belle sighed and shook her head, going down to the front of the boutique to open the door. “Express Delivery for a Miss Rarity?” the delivery girl asked, smiling in her khaki brown uniform, her eyes looking in slightly different directions. “Not very express, if you ask me.” Sweetie Belle commented. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what went wrong with the shipping!” The girl’s eyes drifted off to the side as she tried to explain herself, holding onto the big box in her hands. “She’s upstairs if you want to deliver it.” Sweetie Belle opened the door further for the blonde-haired delivery girl as she went into the boutique. “Thank you! Wow, you guys have a nice shop here!” she commented, accidentally knocking over a mannequin with one of Rarity’s old dresses on it. “Oops! Sorry!” “It’s okay! Go and deliver the package, miss!” Sweetie Belle said, going to pick up the knocked-over mannequin as the delivery girl made her way up the stairs. Sweetie Belle could hear the knock on the door as she stood at the foot of the stairs. “Express delivery for Miss Rarity!” “Oh, well it’s about time~ I don’t need the package anymore, but you’ll do nicely!” Rarity replied before a loud squeak came from the delivery girl, followed by the sound of a door slamming and locking. Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as she sighed, heading towards the front door to go to the Sweet Shoppe for an early morning breakfast, seeing as her sister was going to be busy for the day. Author's Note Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Now, I need help deciding who to focus on for next month’s addition! Please voice your opinions on this poll! https://www.strawpoll.me/15143199 Polls close at 2/28/18 12:00am (28/2/18 08:00 GMT)
Applejack’s Grazing the FieldChapter 4: Applejack’s Grazing the Field ~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~ Applejack swung her bag onto her shoulder as she watched Rarity pull something out of the trash. Caught with curiosity, she walked over to the trash can and looked inside to find the remaining science experiment spray bottles dug inside of the garbage inside. She paused and raised an eyebrow at the thought of prissy Rarity digging her hand into the trash to pull something like the monster spray out of the can. Mulling over the thoughts, her gaze fell upon the orange-colored bottle that had turned her into a centauride. Reaching in, Applejack grabbed the scuffed up, plastic spray bottle and pulled it away from the muck inside of the can. Her finger teased at the trigger of the spray, getting a silly thought about having her half-horse self running around the field of her co-op farm, with her hair and tail blowing in the wind. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened her bag and stuffed the spray inside for safekeeping before making her way out of the school for the day. Applejack walked up to the front door of the Apple Family home next to the farm that they used to grow their own produce and raise their animals. The family store had closed for the day as Applejack sniffed the fresh scent coming from the open window to the home. The smell of Granny Smith’s famous stew was something that she couldn’t easily ignore. “I’m home!” Applejack announced, setting her bag on the floor next to the door. “Soup’s almost ready, dearie!” Granny Smith yelled back from the kitchen as Applejack walked over to the living room where Apple Bloom was already hard at work decorating something on the floor. “Whatcha working on, sis?” Applejack asked, leaning down to get a closer look. “It’s my costume for the Daring Do premiere!” Apple Bloom explained, holding up the khaki vest that she was trying her best to stitch up correctly. Applejack held her hand over her mouth, wondering how much thread was actually necessary to piece the clothing together. “Uh, maybe you should get Rarity to help you with that when she’s not busy?” Applejack suggested, trying to balance her brutal honesty with sensitivity towards Apple Bloom’s hard work. Apple Bloom looked at the vest which was haphazardly stitched together and sighed. “Ah, you’re right. I’ll ask Sweetie Belle to ask her for me tomorrow!” Apple Bloom stood up and brushed off her pants. Applejack smiled and ruffled her hair, tussling her hairbow slightly. “That’s the spirit. Now there’s no harm in asking for help!” Applejack crossed her arms triumphantly, taking pride in the lesson that she taught her little sister. “Soup’s on, everybody!” Granny Smith announced from the dining room, ringing the dinner bell enthusiastically. Apple Bloom squealed and ran towards the door to the dinner table right as Big Mac came through with a bunch of tools and crates in his arms. “Eeeenope!” Big Mac let out as he did a spin move to avoid the darting Apple Bloom, much to Applejack’s amusement. “Someone should tell you that too, Big Mac.” Applejack winked, slapping his back as the crates and tools shifted in Big Mac’s burly arms. He groaned before remembering his mission, letting Applejack walk into the dining room. The two girls took their seats at the table as they watched Granny Smith come into the room with a big metal pot, filled with the best soup that anyone had ever grace their tongue. With their mouths watering, Granny Smith opened the lid to the pot to let the fragrant, seasoned aroma fill every inch of the air in the room. “Hoo Granny! You sure outdid yourself this night!” Applejack commented, using the ladle to fill her bowl with the stew as the hot mixture poured neatly inside. “Ah do try, dearie. It’s not every day that you get to experience an old Apple family recipe!” Granny Smith grinned, taking pride in the accomplishment. “She says after every week of making a different old family recipe.” Apple Bloom whispered to Applejack with a giggle. Applejack nodded, using the ladle to fill up Apple Bloom’s bowl with the soup. “Big Mac! Get in here before the soup runs cold!” Granny Smith shouted, taking her seat in the rocking chair that was set at the head of the table. “Sorry Granny,” Big Mac apologized as he walked into the dining room, wiping the brow of his sweat. “Whatcha working so hard on, Big Mac?” Applejack asked, taking a big spoonful of the stew into her mouth. Big Mac opened his mouth to speak right before a loud clearing of the throat filled the silence. “Less talkin’ more eatin’!” Granny Smith instructed as Big Mac looked over at the de facto matriarch of the table. Big Mac resigned and poured himself a bowl, knowing his actions were worth more than his words. “We got the big harvest this weekend so we’re getting ready to start bright and early tomorrow morning!” “Oh, is that this weekend?” Applejack asked, losing track of her schedule. “Darn tootin’!” Granny Smith commented, sipping at her stew. “But the Crusaders have a big project to work on!” Apple Bloom reminded, dipping her spoon into the bowl. “Is that right?” Granny Smith’s eyes narrowed, looking at Apple Bloom for any signs that she might be lying. “Well, in that case, Big Mac and Applejack can take on the bulk of it. You’ll be expected to work the morning though!” “Yes Granny,” Apple Bloom said under her breath, eating the soup in front of her. “Granny, you can’t be serious. With the number of trees in that orchard? It’ll take me and Big Mac at least a week on our own!” Applejack persisted. “You got the two days before your school, y’all will be just fine! Apple Bloom has to work on her studies.” Granny smiled at Apple Bloom, who was smiling sweetly back. “Big Mac, say something!” Applejack instructed to her brother, trying to highlight the severity of the choice Granny Smith was making. Big Mac gulped and continued to eat his spoonfuls of the stew without another word. “Oh Applejack, don’t you worry! I’m sure you’ll think of a solution!” Granny Smith blew on her spoon, accidentally spitting the soup back into the bowl. “Fiddlesticks!” Applejack sighed and stirred the spoon in her bowl, knowing that her position had been defeated by the party of the dining table. Waking up early in the morning, before the caw of the rooster, Applejack jumped out of bed and got dressed, ready to take on the huge task that was put ahead of her. As she made her way out into the orchard at the break of dawn, she looked over the masses of apple trees across the fields next to the farmhouse. “Oh, how in the world am I and Big Mac supposed to get this done this weekend?” Applejack told herself, getting her work gloves on as she began gripping onto the trunks of trees, shaking the fruit from their branches. It took a lot of effort for a farm girl like Applejack to make sure that all of the apples from the trees fell down After the apples fell onto the soft grass below, Applejack would lean down and collect the fruit into the baskets before moving onto the next tree. And then the next. And the one after that. Once the sun rose higher in the sky, Big Mac and Apple Bloom yawned as they made their way into the field. Applejack looked over, striking the tree’s trunk with her gloved fist as more apples fell down onto the grass. “Morning sleepyheads!” Applejack wiped her forehead from the sweat of working in the early hours, not to anyone’s surprise. “Why do you get up so early, sis?” Apple Bloom asked with another yawn, picking up the apple collecting basket by Applejack. “The sooner we get started, the sooner we finish!” Applejack answered as Big Mac shuffled over to one of the bountiful apple trees, wrapping his burly arms around it. Applejack picked up another basket and moved underneath Big Mac’s tree, holding it steady under the branches. “Alright, Big Mac, let’s get to shaking!” Big Mac nodded before shaking the trunk with all his strength, letting the apples fall from their branches without breaking a sweat. Applejack and Apple Bloom scurried underneath as they held their baskets, hoping to catch the apples before they hit the grass next to the tree. As soon as all the apples were collected, they would move onto the next tree, ready to collect more and more apples. “Alright, you hard workers! Lunchtime!” Granny Smith shouted from the porch of the house. Applejack, Apple Bloom and Big Mac looked over, leaving their baskets by the tree. They made their way back over to the farmhouse, dripping with sweat from working in the harsh sun. Apple Bloom reached over the table for the pitcher of lemonade, pouring herself a glass. Big Mac collapsed into a chair, putting at his shirt which was drenched with sweat. Applejack slouched over as she walked into the dining room, thinking about how it was only midday and they weren’t even halfway done with the orchard. “I’ll be right back,” Applejack said as Granny Smith came through the kitchen door with sandwiches and apple slices. Applejack dragged her feet as she walked towards the stairs, tripping over the straps to her backpack. Catching her balance, she looked over at the spray bottle that was thrown out from the pocket in her bag. She leaned over to pick it up, remember how refreshing the solution was to her face when they tested the spray on her. Applejack also couldn’t help to remember the strength of the equine legs she grew from the solution, giving her mind an interesting idea. Holding the bottle close, Applejack spritzed the solution onto herself, feeling the cold touch of the liquid against her face and neck. She took a deep breath of the solution in as she closed her eyes, starting to feel her thoughts calm down and not be held back by the heat. Feeling rejuvenated, Applejack stood tall and walked back into the kitchen, sitting down at the table as her siblings ate their sandwiches. “So, I’m good to go after lunch, right?” Apple Bloom asked, taking another bite of her sandwich. “That depends. Do you think you need Apple Bloom’s help with this Applejack?” Granny Smith asked as Applejack poured herself a glass of lemonade and drank it down almost instantly. Big Mac opened his mouth to say something, still sweating profusely as Applejack interrupted his thought. “I think me and Big Mac got this covered!” Applejack said confidently, shoving a slice of the snack-size sandwiches into her mouth. “Don’t worry Apple Bloom, you can run off with your friends.” “Yay!” Apple Bloom cheered to herself, finishing the sandwich and then running upstairs to change out of her sweaty work clothes. Big Mac turned to Applejack, who was drinking her second glass of lemonade in one big gulp. Granny Smith smiled as she bit into her own sandwich, watching Applejack from across the table. “You ready to get back out there, Big Mac?” Applejack asked, taking a big bite of the sandwich. Big Mac tried to catch his breath, slowly drinking his refreshing lemonade as Applejack grabbed his arm and started to pull him away from the table. “Don’t work too hard now!” Granny Smith said, watching as Applejack dragged Big Mac back into the orchard. Big Mac slouched over, looking over at the newly energized Applejack. “Hoo-wee, Big Mac! You’re sweating like a pig over here!” Applejack commented, noticing the large wet patches of perspiration on Big Mac’s shirt. Her hands tugged at the edge of the shirt, trying to pull the top over his head. Big Mac groaned at the movement, his face covered by the fabric of his shirt. Applejack stepped back to take in Big Mac’s glistening, rock-hard chest as her mind started to wander. She could feel her heart starting to beat faster as she watched Big Mac whip off his shirt, flexing his large muscles in his arms. Applejack stared at his bare chest, not noticing her mouth open as she gawked. “Is this better?” Big Mac asked, holding his hands on his waist. Applejack blinked and snapped out of her trance. “Uh, yeah! I mean, that was only weighing you down!” Applejack reasoned, trying not to look at her brother’s chiseled torso. She could feel the damp patches on her sleeves and neck, unbuttoning her shirt from the top. Big Mac’s eyes widened before turning away as Applejack stripped off her top, leaving her only in a tight-fitting, athletic sports bra. “Mmm, now that’s much better! Come on Big Mac, let’s get bucking!” She instructed, lightly punching at Big Mac’s arm. He ran his hand down his bicep, feeling the strong hit from his sister, surprised at her strength. The two went to work at shaking the trees, but without Apple Bloom’s help, it took them just as long to pick up the apples from the ground. Applejack wiped her forehead and pulled at her top as she watched the beads of sweat dripping from Big Mac’s toned back. Her thoughts became hazy as a crazy idea stuck in her head. Hiking up her jeans, she tightened her boots and made sure she had the best range motion in her kicks. Big Mac watched as he held onto the trunk of the tree, shaking the apples from the branches. Applejack took her position at the base of the tree and turned around, her back towards the trunk. With a calm, deep breath, she used all of her strength to pivot and kick the trunk, sending a shockwave through the branches to make the apples fall all at once. Big Mac looked on with his mouth open at the pure strength of his sister, shaking the last remaining stubborn apples in the tree. Satisfied with her performance, Applejack started collecting the apples earlier than her brother before going on to buck the next tree with her strong legs. As night fell on the orchard, Applejack and Big Mac returned back to the farmhouse, exhausted from all the work in collecting the apples. With Applejack’s bucking method, the two managed to clear more than half of the trees. Big Mac rubbed at his shoulders, wincing as he sat down with his sore back. Applejack rolled her tongue out as she went over to the refrigerator, pulling out the cold pitcher of lemonade before guzzling down a glass. “Great work out there, Big Mac. We’re just about halfway done!” Applejack commented, rubbing a dish towel on her forehead and neck before tossing it to Big Mac on the couch. “Eeyup.” Big Mac groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the couch. “I’m gonna wash up and get some shut-eye. You’ll be ready early in the morning?” Applejack asked, standing in the doorway of the living room. “Eeyup.” Big Mac repeated, his eyes still closed. Applejack smiled as she walked up to the stairs, going to her room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled off her top and tossed it to the side. Running her hands on her chest, she could feel the sweat dripping down on her chest. Sitting down on the bed, she untied her boots and slipped them off, taking off her socks along with them. Unbuckling her belt, she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, leaving her in her panties. Her hand trailed down her stomach, teasing at the band of her underwear. Hooking her thumbs on her panties, she slipped them down to her ankles, leaving herself completely nude. Holding her arms over her head, she stretched towards the ceiling with her eyes closed. An involuntary whinny escaped her lips as she abruptly stopped, looking around at the source of the sound. Scratching at the back of her head, she grabbed her bath towel and walked over to the bathroom for a quick shower before bed. Falling back in bed refreshed from her shower, Applejack promptly fell asleep without putting on her pajamas. Her mind played back images of herself kicking at the trees with a group of horses in the background in their fenced area. Feeling the cool breeze along her nude body, she kicked strongly against the trunk with her bare feet, not getting a single scratch on her. The horses in the pen whinnied and neighed as they watched Applejack work, stamping their hooves against the dirt underneath them. Applejack turned around to see the lovely mares, hearing their cheers in their native tongue. She smiled as she stretched, letting her breasts pull up along her chest. A horse neighed in appreciation as Applejack suddenly found herself surrounded by the group of mares. Petting and brushing against their soft coats, she shivered in delight. One mare leaned in, using her long tongue to lick off the sweat on Applejack’s back. The other turned around and flicked her long tail across her backside, letting the strong aroma of her arousal fill Applejack’s nose. She took a long whiff of the scent as her mouth began to water. A soft nicker escaped her mouth as she rubbed between her legs. The sight of the mare’s large, winking pussy filled her vision as a warmth began to press against her hand. Applejack looked past her breasts to see the growth of a thick, black shaft rubbing on her fingers. Her hand wrapped around the shaft with a loud moan as the shaft grew longer into an erect horsecock. Applejack stroked herself as another mare licked at her tip, the other horse still presenting her aroused pussy. A heat filled Applejack as she continued to pleasure herself, feeling the formation of a large sac press against her tight slit, letting it hang between her legs. She shivered at the sensation of the mare’s tongue along her lower back, teasing the idea of her having a long, equine tail to match her massive shaft. Her breaths shortened as she rubbed at herself faster, using both of her hands to cover the length of her cock. She could feel her heart pound against her chest as her shaft throbbed in her palms. Closing her eyes, Applejack opened her mouth for a loud neigh as she reached her limit, hearing the horses neigh in appreciation. Her eyes opened to the ceiling of her bedroom in the middle of the night, with the mares nowhere to be found. She breathed heavily, letting her bare chest rise and fall as she regained control of her senses. Holding her hand up to her face, her fingers glistened in the moonlight, drenched in her hot, sticky juices that spilled out on top of her sheets. Applejack sighed as her hand dropped onto her chest, feeling the ache in her strong legs after her release. Trying to steady her breathing, her nose took in the scent of her own arousal before her better judgment, lifting her fingers to her lips. She pressed her tongue against her fingertips, tasting the juices she had left on them. Her tongue danced around her nails as she sucked on her fingers, feeling satisfied as she drifted back to sleep. Applejack woke up the next morning before the sunrise, once again eager to go out into the orchard and start bucking away at the trees. Her legs didn’t feel sore at all as she skipped out of bed and started to get dressed in her work clothes. Looking over the spray bottle of the solution, she wanted to feel refreshed in the morning as to not tire out early. Spraying the contents onto her neck and chest, Applejack took in the scent of the strong solution. Her heart seemed to beat faster as she thought about being in the fields in the early morning, shaking down the trees for their juicy fruit. Running out to the orchard at the break of dawn, Applejack tightened her boots and started kicking at the trunks of the trees, watching as the apples fell down into the grass. She felt a lot faster than she was yesterday as the sunlight started to wash upon the farm. Leaning down to pick up the apples into the collection basket, she sighed in content at the smell of the morning dew on the soft grass. Walking over to another tree, Applejack decided to turn around and bend forward, using both of her strong legs to kick outward against the trunk. The branches shook as every apple fell down into the grass with Applejack smiling at her handiwork. She was really starting to enjoy being out in the field like this with only herself, the morning sun and the caw of the rooster on top of the barn. “Applejack?” Are you out here?” Granny Smith shouted from the edge of the orchard. Applejack quickly ran over, wiping her forehead with her forearm. “Hey, Granny! Where’s Big Mac? Isn’t he out of bed yet?” Applejack asked, looking for any sign of her brother. “Well, your brother really outworked himself yesterday! He’s got a mean Charley horse and is stuck on the couch! Do you think you can take care of the harvest on your own?” Granny Smith explained, rubbing at the back of her neck. “Shoot, sure thing Granny! I’ll have this whole orchard done by the end of the day!” Applejack tipped her hat before running back to the unpicked apple trees in the middle of the orchard. “Alright, but be careful! Don’t need you to get hurt either!” Granny Smith warned before making her way back to the farmhouse. Applejack blew a raspberry to herself, feeling a warm sensation in her arms and legs. “I got nothing to worry about! I worked twice as hard as Big Mac and I feel great!” Applejack said aloud, getting back to kicking at the trees for the apples. As the hours went by, the sun began to shine even hotter on the working Applejack. Her feet started to ache as she sat down to take off her work boots. Slipping them off, she had noticed the brown fur starting to grow from her ankles. She rubbed her hand down her legs as the fur began to spread, crawling up her thighs. Not thinking much of it, Applejack got back into bucking position and struck another one of the apple trees. When her bare feet hit the bark of the trunk, her toes started to merge together as her feet shifted into hard hooves. Falling forward on all fours, she found it hard to stand on her new, strong hooves alone. Applejack crawled along the grass to collect the apples as the fur continued to crawl up to her hips. The denim shorts she was wearing stretched as her hips pushed out, covered in the brown fur. She whinnied instinctively as the shorts began to rip, tearing at the side. Applejack shook her head, trying to focus on the harvest as the lower half of her body kept shifting under the warm sun in the orchard. Her shorts fell off of her strong legs in tatters as Applejack stood up, panting from the heat of the sun. She started unbuttoning her top, not bothering to wear her tight bra to the orchard today. Letting her chest free, she felt something rumbling and growing against her stomach as her panties stretched to contain her equine backside. Rubbing at her midriff, a pair of lumps began to grow as Applejack folded over, pressing her face against the grass. Trying to control her breathing, the lumps continued to grow as her cheek rubbed against the soft grass underneath. The fur covered the lumps as they grew into short limbs with Applejack’s shirt slipping down her shoulders. Kneeling on her readjusted hind legs, the limbs stretched out into a set of forelegs with hard hooves on the bottom. The brown fur followed up to Applejack’s stomach as she neighed, whipping her hair out of its hair tie. Standing up on her four hooves, Applejack remembered the strength of her centaur form with her panties ripping away around her flanks. A long, blonde equine tail sprouted from her backside as it flicked happily behind her. She rubbed softly at her ears in pleasure as her ears shifted upwards, turning furred with the same brown color. She crossed her arms before taking off her shirt, letting her bare human breasts free in the field. Every breeze crossed her new, naked form, letting her feel the connection that she once had with her prized mare in the stable. She looked over at the trees, still covered with apples waiting to be picked. Reaching up in her tall, centaur form, she grabbed an apple and bit into it, tasting the sweet juices of the fruit in her mouth. Her ears perked up as she heard a whinny from off in the distance. Turning around, she carefully started to trot with her new hooves. When she first shifted, she didn’t move more than a few yards with the help of her scientist friend. This is time, she had the open orchard in front of her, navigating in and out of the trees. Satisfied with her gait, she started to speed up before breaking through the line of the orchard. A sturdy fence kept the horses of the Apple farm contained during the day in the soft, dirt area. Applejack looked over at Palomino, her prized mare with the golden mane. She felt her chest pound as she held her hand on her breast, watching as the horse galloped alongside the fence, neighing as her tail flicked behind her. Applejack quickly galloped and leaped over the fence, landing right behind Palomino. “Ooh, you’re a good girl aren’t you?” Applejack petted the mare with her hands, feeling her soft coat along her bare skin. Palomino whinnied in appreciation as Applejack’s sensitive nose caught the scent of the heat of the mare. Her hand trailed down to her firm flanks as she maneuvered to her backside, her own equine tail flicking happily behind her. She saw the winking, open pussy of her mare with her juices dripping from her slit. Applejack felt something stir between her hind legs as she remembered her centaur nature and blushing heavily. Leaning over to her side, she saw the thick, black horsecock become erect underneath her. Her flared tip began to leak out her pre-cum at the sight of Palomino’s tight, wanting pussy. “Alright girl, do you want some of this?” Applejack asked, her long, hard cock swaying between her legs. Palomino neighed and held her tail up, giving the signal for the centaur to come in. Applejack whinnied and shuffled her hooves as to mount the mare from behind. Holding her forelegs gently on her back, she pushed her thick shaft into Palomino’s tight slit, getting an approving whinny and snort from the mare. Moaning herself from her human half, Applejack thrust her shaft deep into Palomino, using her hind legs to rock into the mare. Feeling Palomino’s pussy wrap around her hard cock, Applejack lolled her tongue out as she pressed her bare breasts against the neck of her mare. Palomino knelt down on her legs as Applejack pumped into her, snorting heavily from the pleasure. Applejack’s back arched as she squeezed her breast, continuing to thrust into the tight slit with her thick shaft. Her ears flicked as her large sac slapped against Palomino’s flanks, getting herself more and more aroused. Feeling Palomino’s breathing shorten, Applejack’s shaft began to throb as she pumped into her. Letting out a loud moan and neigh, Applejack filled up Palomino’s tight pussy with her hot cum as the mare’s juices squirted all over her cock. Her forelegs fell over Palomino’s side as Applejack’s human half collapsed against the strong mare’s back, feeling her mane and fur against her skin. Palomino knelt down as Applejack’s messy cock pulled out of her, letting her cum overflow out of her slit. “Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Applejack complimented, using her hands to pet at Palomino’s neck. Palomino neighed happily as Applejack reared and stood back up. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked over at the other horses on the farm, her cock still twitching in it’s aroused, erect state. “Ah, the bucking can wait!” Applejack said confidently, galloping over to some more waiting mares, lost in the lust of the barnyard passion.
Twilight Slithers Around the LabChapter 5: Twilight Slithers Around the Lab ~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~ Twilight Sparkle sniffed at her hands and the grimy gym clothes that had been loaned to her and her friends. Her first instinct was to head back to Equestria to detail her eye-opening experience here in this dimension. Watching as her friends went their separate ways, the bottle of the transformative solution caught her eye. Being a mare of science, even a failed experiment has some application in learning what not to do. She thought with Sunset’s help, they could truly create something special. However, Sunset Shimmer was busy entertaining this world’s Starlight Glimmer and Trixie so it might have to wait until her next visit. Grabbing the bottle from the trash bin, she quickly stashed it in her bag and swiftly walked around the corner, right into another student! “Ouch!” Knocking both of them to the ground, the unsuspected student had her glasses fall off of her face. Twilight shook her head as she picked up the thick black frames, looking through the lens. “I’m so sorry! I should have looked where I was going! Wait…” Twilight paused, recognizing the look of these glasses. Through the blurred corrective lens, a distorted of her own image, dressed in an updated yet familiar outfit, came into view. “It’s you!” “Princess…?” the other Twilight asked, holding her hand to her head as her vision was just as distorted at the blob talking to her. Twilight graciously gave her counterpart the frames, making the world clear for her once more. “It is you!” The two Twilights mirrored each other’s movements, waving at first, then going in for a handshake before landing on a friendly hug. The girls giggled as Princess Twilight adjusted the strap on her shoulder. “I was wondering what you were up to around here!” Princess Twilight smiled as the other Twilight rubbed her hand behind her head. “Where were you at the science fair?” “Oh, I had an exhibit. It wasn’t as… creative as your guys! In fact, the judges didn’t even get a chance to see it.” Twilight explained, running her hand on her arm. Princess Twilight couldn’t help feeling responsible with the loaned gym sweatshirt weighing down on her. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea that the Elements of Harmony would react in such a way with the genetic modifications that Sunset was hypothesizing!” Princess Twilight struggled to explain. “Well given the fact that the source of Equestrian magic, which I may or may not have altered, allows Sunset and her friends to pony-up then it would stand to believe that the Elements have a connection to an internal connection to animalistic traits and modifying that connection could only lead to disaster!” Twilight continued, pushing up her glasses as she schooled the Princess of Friendship on the subject that she was most familiar with in this dimension. “Right,” Princess Twilight chuckled nervously before gesturing behind her. “Speaking of which, I should be going.” “Wait!” Twilight shouted, blocking Princess Twilight’s path down the hall. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?” “Yeah, it was a disaster. That’s why I have to go back to Equestria before we cause any more damage in this world,” Princess Twilight pushed her aside as Twilight stood her ground in front of her mirrored self. “No, that’s exactly why you shouldn’t go back to Equestria! At least not right away!” Twilight grabbed the Princess’s shoulders, making sure she understood how serious this situation was. “Think about it, Princess. If you went back to Equestria, you would not only be altering your form back to being a pony, but you would still be affected by the snake genetic make-up which created the incredibly dangerous and seductive anthropomorphic form that was at the fair. You could end up being stuck as a sex-crazed chimera on a rampage through your castle!” “That… does make sense,” Princess Twilight admitted, trying to imagine what a half-pony, half-snake, half-human would actually look like. “We can run some tests back at my lab. Then when all of the transformation toxins have left this body, you are free to return to Equestria, Princess.” Twilight smiled, holding out her hand. “Yeah, okay!” Princess Twilight agreed, taking her mirrored self’s hand in hers. Flipping the light switch, Princess Twilight was greeted to her other self’s laboratory as Spike the Dog ran up to her happily. Even though he wasn’t her young dragon assistant Spike, it was refreshing to see a familiar face. “Whoa! Two Twilights!” Spike barked happily, recently being given the gift of speech to talk to his owner and anyone else in confidence. “That’s right Spike!” Twilight mentioned, leaning down to rub under his doggy chin. Princess Twilight looked around at all the various scientific equipment, almost overwhelmed at the instruments that the other Twilight had at her disposal. “Of course, you’ve met Princess Twilight before!” “Yeah, she has this weird horsey-like scent to her!” Spike sniffed, circling around her in the middle of the room. Princess Twilight blushed in embarrassment at her pony nature being so easily exposed by the pup’s keen senses. Twilight couldn’t help but giggle as she picked up Spike, holding him in her arms. “Don’t mind him, you smell fine. I’m sure. I’d offer you a change of clothes but-” “Oh, don’t worry! I’m fine like this!” Princess Twilight brushed her hands down the sweatshirt. “I don’t want to be a bother.” “If you say so!” Twilight set Spike back down on the floor as she grabbed a leash from the counter. “I was going to take Spike here on a walk. He’s been cooped up inside while I was at school today.” “Yeah, gotta stretch my legs!” Spike chirped up, stretching his limbs on two legs rather than like a normal, non-magical dog. “It shouldn’t be too long, Princess!” “You’re free to watch something on the TV if you’d like. We’ll be back in a bit!” Twilight continued, clipping the leash onto Spike’s collar next to his heart-stamped pendant tag. Spike let out a cheerful bark, indulging in his doggy instincts as the two ran up the stairs to leave the lab. Princess Twilight waved them off as she sat down on the small couch in front of the flat-screen TV. Turning on the TV, the screen was tuned to the last channel which, not surprisingly for the scientist Twilight, was a nature channel. Not the most exciting content but then again, Princess Twilight did love a good report on pretty much any academic or scientific study. “Coming up, our spotlight on reptiles continues with an hour of snakes!” Twilight’s eyes lit up at the sound of the subject before shaking her head during the brief adverts. She knew that it would only be trouble to watch a program like this but who knows what would happen if she started to watch more about a snake’s behavior. And yet, her curiosity pushed for the untold knowledge that the documentary had to teach her. Listening to her scientific mind, Twilight turned her attention back to the screen, where the program was just starting. “Almost all snakes are covered in scales and being reptiles, they are cold-blooded which means they need to regulate their body temperature externally. Their snakes serve the purpose of trapping the moisture of their arid climates along with the mobility in their slithering motions.” A garter snake was seen moving around in a serpentine motion on the screen, seemingly almost hypnotic as Twilight watched on. She scratched at her midriff, remembering the brief sensation of her scaly tail. “Snakes hunt using their tongues. Their forked tongues allow them to essentially sense or ‘smell’ their surroundings, warning them of impending danger or allowing them to stalk their prey for their next meal.” A python leaped on-screen before giving a loud, amplified hiss with its tongue. The sound rang in Twilight’s ears as she started to remember that she did end up picking up the solution from the trash bin earlier. “Snakes also have a unique feature called pit holes that allow them to feel the heat off of their hot-blooded prey. It’s with these traits that make the snake a fearsome predator for small mammals like mice and other rodents.” Another equally ferocious snake lunged at an unsuspecting rat in the dry plains of their habitat. The rodent squeaked as the snake opened its jaws, ready to feast on its prey. Twilight seemed almost entranced by the behavior, falling into the very trap that she was worried about. “The mating habits of snakes are also essential to their survival in the arid heat. Most snakes lay eggs after mating, but some species such as the sea snake give live birth to their young.” A graphic on the program illustrated the reproductive genitalia of both male and female snakes for educational purposes. Twilight seemed especially fascinated with the male side, noticing that a male snake actually possesses two members. Her cheeks warmed up, remembering her intersex anthropomorphic form from the science fair. “Coming up, we learn more about the formidable predator of the snake family, the python!” Twilight quickly turned off the TV, chuckling to herself as she could feel her heart beating faster. Her head was filled with all those things in the back of her mind influenced by the snake-like transformation, knowing the dangers that came with remembering such dangerous and explicit thoughts. The bottle of what was left of the solution weighed in her bag as Twilight went over to pick it up. The liquid sloshed before her eyes, her thoughts still focused on the hypnotic movements of the snake’s slithering. “If only…” Princess Twilight told herself before being interrupted by the other Twilight and Spike’s arrival back from their walk. She quickly hid the bottle behind her back as she turned to face the scientist, only making her pulse go faster in response. “We’re back! Did you find something to watch?” Twilight asked, unhooking Spike as he immediately scurried over to his dog bed, ready to rest from his brisk exercise. Princess Twilight chuckled nervously at the question, her ears picking up the sound of the solution in the bottle. She could feel her forehead growing warmer with beads of sweat as her fingers gripped the neck of the spray. “Oh! Well, actually…” Princess Twilight trailed off as the other Twilight peered down at her guest, noticing the hands behind her back. “What do you have there? You didn’t touch anything, did you?” Twilight warned, trying to look around Princess Twilight’s body. Princess Twilight shifted to keep the scientist’s prying eyes away, freeing a hand to wave in front of her face. “What? No, of course not! I… It’s something I brought here.” Twilight stuttered, not exactly lying to her mirrored self about the situation at hand. Twilight looked over her thick-framed glasses, her curiosity peaking even more at the reply. “Show me!” Twilight lunged forward with the Princess keeping just far enough away as to not get caught. Princess Twilight sighed and revealed the bottle of the transformative solution as the scientist’s eyes widened in awe. “It’s not stable as you can probably guess. And given the documentary I just watched, there’s a lot of improvements that can be made to create a perfect snake-human form!” Princess Twilight mentioned as her mirrored self examined the bottle, taking it to her workbench. Putting on her lab coat and safety goggles, she began to entertain the idea of the scientific experiment that the Princess was proposing. “Originally you were here for tests, but if I can accurately complete the solution, it could serve as the details to rid yourself of the genetic modifications before returning home!” Twilight began setting up her equipment as Princess Twilight watched on from the side, focusing her attention on the scientist’s handiwork. Watching the test tube spin around in the various scientific equipment that the scientist Twilight at her disposal, Princess Twilight couldn’t help but scratch at her neck. The urge inside her swelled as the solution poured into a glass flask, not as cloudy as Sunset Shimmer’s original product. Twilight certainly was able to improve the composition of the mixture in ways that none of them seemed possible. “It’s quite lucky that I had a stock of snake venom on hand!” Twilight swirled the liquid in the flash, attaching a scientific atomizer to the opening on the top. “Now, the reason for the imbalance in the snake-like traits was because the solution was balanced for the amphibian saliva that was unfortunately not used. With this new solution, the snake influence should be somewhere around 99.83% accurate!” “Oh! Should we test it out? I mean, for the sake of science,” Princess Twilight asked, trying to downplay the idea. “It’s a dangerous gamble if I’m being honest. My solution should keep the Equestrian magic influence in check and since there’s no trace evidence of the Elements of Harmony in the lab, then any test subject would be safe from the overwhelming lust accompanied by the transformation.” Twilight answered as Spike swiped the flask from his owner’s hands, taking it to the Princess Twilight. “Sounds good to me, science me!” Princess Twilight shouted as she gestured for Spike to squeeze the atomizer with his paw. Spraying the solution in Princess Twilight’s face, the scientist froze in horror at the exposure that had taken place in her laboratory. “I was going to say,” Twilight began, shooting a stern look to Spike as Princess Twilight held her hands on her face. “The test subject would have not previously been exposed to the faulty solution, otherwise… well, the variables are too much to theorize!” Princess Twilight closed her eyes, running her hands on her cheeks. The droplets from the solution began to sink into her skin as the urge inside her grew stronger. Twilight quickly grabbed her notebook, making notes of the sudden exposure for her experiment’s data. Looking over at her subject, Princess Twilight’s shot open wide with the snake-like slits from her transformation earlier. “It’sssss working!” Princess Twilight answered, giving a soft chuckle as her tongue began to hiss in her mouth. Pulling her hands away, the skin on her cheeks became hard as strong, scales grew on the sides of her face. Blinking with her new eyes, she could feel her face start to stretch out as her vision expanded to suit her new eyelids. A small set of holes opened up along her nose in from of her eyes as her tongue shrunk down to make her hissing louder against her hard, scaly lips. Princess Twilight was now keenly aware of the hot-blooded scientist figure standing in the room with her as she felt her pulse race with her overall body temperature rapidly dropping. She groaned as her feet began to rip away the loaned shoes that the Princess had received from the school. The scientist Twilight watched on as the transformation took place in front of her, continuing to take notes of the process. Both Twilights were confident in the new solution, but there were still so many unknown variables that would affect the final product of the Princess’s new form. Princess Twilight felt her fingers grow stiff as her nails grew sharper. Her skin became cold and covered in scales as her instincts told her to rip away the pair of baggy sweatpants, exposing her bare legs to the scientist. Twilight focused as her test subject continued through the transformative process with her legs starting to merge as they became covered in cold, hard scales. With a loud moan, her hips widened as the thick scales wrapped around the Princess’s lower half, shredding her loaned underwear to pieces. Twilight’s cheeks reddened at the sight of her mirrored self’s exposed womanhood under a significant purple bush. Her thoughts trailed to the argument of whether pleasuring the second version of yourself counted as intercourse or masturbation from a scientific perspective. The Princess’s long moans from the steady transformation didn’t help to stop these thoughts from crossing the scientist’s mind. Princess Twilight ran her hands down her lower half as the shift to a long, scaly snake tail was complete. Tearing away the grimy loaned sweatshirt, she exposed her naked breasts as the lust inside of her began to grow. Her body was as cold as ice, but that didn’t stop the fire of her sexual and predatory instincts from taking hold. Giving off a sideways blink, Princess Twilight’s snake eyes honed in on the scientist, fanning herself with her notebook from the strong allure of her transforming test subject. Slithering back and forth in front of her prey, Princess Twilight used her strengths to her advantage to capture the scientist Twilight. Her breasts grew out as the scales wrapped around her, completely nude in her anthropomorphic form. Twilight’s fears had proved correct, but her arousal at her creation took over her scientific mind under the lamia’s allure. The Princess hissed as the scientist’s eyelids grew heavy, completely dazed by her charm. Poised to strike, Princess Twilight wrapped her tail around her mirrored self’s soft body. She pressed her thin, slender tongue against Twilight’s neck as her old womanhood tingled as the transformation continued. The scientist looked down with a wide expression as a large, slick member grew from underneath the Princess’s midriff. Twilight could feel her arousal soaking the panties under her skirt, completely under the will of her monstrous creation. “I ssssshould thank you, sssssscientist,” Princess Twilight hissed before she moaned, allowing a second, equally-thick member to form against the helpless scientist. “How… scientifically accurate~” Twilight moaned, resisting the urge to get a hands-on evaluation of the new equipment. The Princess hissed as she showered her prey in her hot venom, using the acid to melt away her lab coat and the clothes underneath. Twilight moaned as her nude body was exposed to her captor, her human womanhood slick with her juices at the sight of the lamia’s two members. “Double your pleasssssure, missss~?” Princess Twilight hissed as her scaly hands gripped onto Twilight’s soft shoulders, lifting her into the air. The scientist was in awe at how the transformation grew the average-sized Princess into a towering monstrous creation, with her eyeglasses fogging up from the heat of her own body under the magical allure. Twilight nodded in pure enthusiasm as the lamia slid her down on one of her slick, hard rods, hearing the human scientist moan as she pushed into her. Her tail coiled around her soft body as Princess Twilight thrust herself into her, bumping her cold, scaly hips into Twilight’s soft thighs. With the upper half of her body bound by the snake tail, Twilight moaned as the lamia’s length pumped into her soft opening. Her toes curled from her spread legs as the hard scales of the Princess’s tail pressed against her warm breasts, stiffening her nipples in her bind. She had never felt pleasure like this as Princess Twilight’s allure washed over her. Princess Twilight loosened her coil around her prey as she slipped out of her soft opening, letting the scientist Twilight’s juices spill out onto her hard length. She turned her around, teasing both of her open holes with the tips of her members. Hissing in her ear, Princess Twilight pushed into her with twice the penetration, making her prey moan out in pure ecstasy. Her tail moved back and forth as she pumped into her, pressing her scaly breasts against Twilight’s warm back. Feeling the full effects of the lamia’s allure, Twilight could feel herself getting closer to her edge as the Princess’s lengths filled up every inch of her tight openings. She panted as Princess Twilight’s members twitched, letting out a long hiss before trailing into a more audible moan. Twilight couldn’t help but feel herself pushing back on the lamia’s cold, scaly body as the Princess’s pumped deeper into her slick slit. As Princess Twilight’s gripped tighter onto the scientist’s body, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her as she filled her prey with her hot, sticky juices. Twilight moaned at the sensation of the Princess’s dirty, warm seed flowing through her. She gasped as the lamia pulled away, allowing the sticky juices to spill out of both of her pleasured openings. Princess Twilight licked her fingers at the sight of her prey being sufficiently pleasured, letting her mind form a new plot to match her new lustful form. She slithered over to the counter filled with all of the scientist’s instruments with the perfected version of the solution. Princess Twilight grabbed a test tube as she extracted some of her acidic venom from her fangs, pouring it into the flask. The innate Equestrian magic that the pony princess had brought to this new dimension made the scientific solution spark and fizz with a new property. She grinned as she mixed the solution, running her scaly hands to her slick members, getting a thick sample of her and the other Twilight’s sticky juices on her finger. She mixed the ingredient directly, allowing the solution to bubble into a heart-shaped plume of smoke. “Perfect~” Princess Twilight giggled as she slithered back to the scientist, who was starting to come to at the sight of the lustful lamia in her lab. “I have to give my thanksssss, sssssscientissssssst,” Twilight gulped as the solution bubbled with a strong, pink glow. Her once perfectly balanced equation was dangerously unstable with all of the additions and inclusion of a strong source of Equestrian magic, leading to a catastrophic disaster left in the Princess’s hands. She struggled to stand up as the lamia cupped her scaly palm against the scientist’s warm cheek. “With thisssss, I’ll have ssssssssso much fun with my… friendsssssss~” Princess Twilight hissed, using her strong allure to send Twilight into a daze. The last thing that the scientist saw was the figure of the lustful lamia, slithering away as Spike ran towards her side, barking at the monster. “Twilight? Twilight!” Spike shouted, pushing his paws into Twilight’s arm as she ultimately lost consciousness into a deep, magic-induced sleep.
The Science FairCanterlot High Monster Girl Mayhem! By: Nicole Sunstone “Alright students!” Miss Cheerliee announced to the crowd in the auditorium. “As you all know, the Canterlot High science fair is coming up! The group which can impress our panel of judges will win first prize!” Sunset smirked as she looked back at her group of friends. “Piece of cake.” “Not so fast, Sunset!” She turned back around to see Trixie standing in front of her in her usual majestic pose. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will be sure to win the competition with her scientific greatness!” “Oh yeah? I never knew you were into science, Trixie.” Sunset responded with a friendly expression. “Please! If it’s anything you must know about Trixie, it’s that anything you can do, Trixie can do better.” Trixie boasted, snapping her fingers as Lavender Lace and Fuchsia Blush took a hold of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash from behind Sunset’s back. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!” Rainbow Dash shouted, trying to pull the girls off of her. Fluttershy squeaked as a scrawny duo of Snips and Snails gently grabbed her arm. “Trixie will need these two for her experimentation. Seeing as you six have a history of using magic, it’s only fair that every student, including Trixie, has the same advantage.” Trixie explained as Rainbow Dash continued to struggle while Fluttershy sunk behind the lanky Snails. “Oh, well I guess that’s fair,” Sunset admitted, still trying to think of what their presentation would be. “But I think it’s best if magic just stays out of the competition full stop, wouldn’t you agree?” “The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t trust you on that front,” she said smugly before snapping her fingers to make her exit. “Well, Trixie’s as boastful as usual.” Applejack commented as Pinkie Pie hopped up behind her, smiling. “She does have a point. I just hope she doesn’t do anything too extreme to them.” Sunset said worried as another student with purple hair and aquamarine highlights came up, brushing her hair curl out of her face. “Hello there! Are you new?” “Uh, yeah. Something like that.” She answered as Trixie magically appeared behind her with a devious grin on her face. “I would like you all to meet Starlight Glimmer, Trixie’s new assistant in magic!” Trixie announced as Starlight waved with a small smile. “Starlight is from out of town but she has agreed to help Trixie in any way she can.” “Well, I wouldn’t say in any way but I do want to try to win the science fair.” Starlight explained. “For Trixie,” Trixie added. “For Trixie?” Sunset repeated, crossing her arms. “It wouldn’t hurt to have someone else in the competition, right? And maybe we can all be friends afterward?” Starlight suggested, smiling at Sunset. Sunset smiled as Trixie nudged Starlight aside. “The Great and Powerful Trixie doubts that very much.” “Well Starlight, you make a good point. Even though you’re teamed up with Trixie, I suppose a couple of us can help you out. Girls?” Sunset asked, looking at Applejack and Pinkie. “Why not? I mean if Trixie here has Dash and Fluttershy, we can help you out with your sciency stuff.” Applejack walked over to Starlight as Pinkie bounced over right behind her. “Yay! Friendship science! We’re gonna have the best time like when we first met Sunset! You know, you two are kinda similar!” Pinkie pointed at the two girls, noticing their similarities. Starlight and Sunset looked at each other, brushing their curled hair out of their faces before smiling. “Enough chatter! Trixie needs to take her assistants to where she can work in peace!” Trixie interrupted as her team took Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy with them, pushing Starlight out of the room with Applejack and Pinkie Pie following close behind her. Sunset rolled her eyes before looking back at who she had left on her team, which was Rarity, focused on her phone. “So Rarity, ready to do some science?” Sunset asked enthusiastically. “Of course, darling, but aren’t we a little short staffed considering that Trixie and Starlight have four of our friends and you only have, well, me,” Rarity asked, noticing the emptiness around her. “Yeah, but seeing as I’m probably the best scientist in Canterlot High, I don’t think we really need anyone else.” Sunset boasted before chuckling to herself. She was starting to sound a bit like Trixie. “I dunno, I would feel much more comfortable if we got at least one more person in our group to help out with the project.” Sunset looked around the room. She noticed the candy-haired girl in a loving embrace with a minty-green girl with a cool green hairstyle. Her gaze traveled to a wall-eyed blonde girl waving happily at her. Lastly was one of the eco-kids giving her a smile behind her messy braids. Sunset pondered as she felt a vibration from her cell phone in her pocket. Suddenly, the answer hit her! “Come on, I know where we can get some help,” she said confidently, leaving the room, Rarity following close behind. Standing outside by the Canterlot statue, Sunset carefully wrote her message into a book with her Cutie Mark on the cover. The book’s magical powers allowed her messages to be sent to an identical book back in the magical world of Equestria, where Princess Twilight could read them. Most of the time, Twilight has been too busy having adventures of her own to answer Sunset’s calls to come back to Canterlot High, but she hoped that there was a slight chance that Twilight would answer this time around. “There, that should do it,” Sunset said as she closed the book shut. Rarity looked on, skeptical on whether the plan would work or not. “Your big idea was to recruit the Princess Twilight to help out at the high school science fair?” Rarity asked. “It’s worth a shot, right?” Sunset answered, remembering when Twilight met up with her alternate self after a long period of not answering Sunset’s messages. “Yes, but we don’t have much time to waste! Princess Twilight could take hours if not days to come back to Canterlot High!” Rarity whined as the portal on the statue shimmered, with a shining and peppy Twilight Sparkle appearing out of the mirrored surface. “Did somepony say science?” Twilight asked cheerfully, looking over at Sunset. Sunset smiled back with a soft look at Rarity, who had already taken the liberty to hug the visiting Twilight. “Umm, Trixie?” Fluttershy asked as she followed the Great and Powerful Trixie through the animal shelter where she volunteered. “What are we doing here?” “The Great and Powerful Trixie has a great idea that requires animals!” Trixie shouted, causing a bluejay to squawk next to her. Trixie carefully plucked one of her feathers before tossing it aside for one of her assistants to catch. “Oh dear! Please don’t hurt them!” Fluttershy cried, rushing over to make sure that the bluejay was unharmed from Trixie’s grabby little fingers. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a loudmouth?” Rainbow Dash asked, following Trixie into the reptile exhibit. “Trixie has never been told such things other than from those who are jealous of Trixie,” Trixie commented, looking through the various terrariums for the right reptile. “Right, so someone has told you.” Rainbow Dash added, her expression displaying her unamused expression of being a part of Trixie’s boastful team. “There is no need for Trixie to hear more squawking from bird-brained minds.” Trixie waved as she picked up a snake from one of the glass cases, unaware that the sign on the front said that the animal was venomous. “Uh, Trixie, you might-” Rainbow Dash stopped, thinking of what Trixie was getting herself into. “Actually, no, go ahead. Don’t mind me.” Rainbow Dash walked off to meet up with Fluttershy as Trixie smiled at the toothy snake in her grasps, pulling out a small test tube from her jacket before teasing it in front of the reptile. The snake bit down on the top of the tube as Trixie pumped it with her hand on his scaly body. Squirting his venom into the tube, Trixie dropped the snake back in the terrarium as he slithered away. “Trixie has gotten what she needed from the animals!” Trixie announced as more birds squawked at her. Marching out of the shelter, she tossed the fragile test tube into the hands of one of her assistants as Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy followed behind. “Wait, Starlight Glimmer?” Twilight asked as Sunset got to work in the lab for her project. Rarity nodded, wearing a very chic lab coat as she sat back to talk to Twilight. “That’s what she said her name was. I had never seen her around Canterlot High before.” Rarity commented, keeping her distance from a very hairy tarantula in a glass case next to her on the counter of the lab. “I had just met up with a Starlight Glimmer in Equestria! Remember when I told you all about the time-travel loop that threatened the state of Equestria?” Twilight asked, looking at both Sunset and Rarity. “It’s really hard to remember the times when you don’t explain Equestria as being in a state of crisis,” Sunset answered, using her pipette to take a sample of saliva from the lab frog’s mouth. “Usually because of some spell went wrong or an evil entity bent on destroying civilization,” Rarity added, looking at her phone. Twilight chuckled sheepishly. “Right, but Starlight is good now! And she’s friends with Trixie which explains the turn of events in this dimension as well!” Sunset pulled off her goggles and span around in her chair happily, holding a test tube filled with the frog’s saliva. “Got it!” “Excellent! What is our hypothesis?” Twilight asked eagerly. “Umm, I was thinking of something with genetic engineering but I’m not entirely sure how well it’ll work.” “Frogs make great test subjects, but what should we do with him? For the sake of science, of course.” Twilight explained as Rarity shrieked in the corner. The two looked at her moving as far back from the tarantula in the case as possible. “If we are done using the hairy spider on eight legs, I would very much appreciate it if it was removed from the lab!” Rarity requested as an idea formed in Sunset and Twilight’s heads. “Thanks for letting me check out the farm, Applejack!” Starlight said, walking through the open barn of the Apple Family Co-Op. “Aww shucks, wasn’t nothing.” Applejack commented, walking beside Starlight as she scoped out the various animals on the farm. “What were you thinking about doing for the science fair, anyway?” “I think something with horses would be a good place to start. Do you have one around the fields?” “Sure do! Gosh, I love riding her on the weekends. I’ve offered to take Rarity here once or twice, but she’s a stickler for mud.” Applejack answered, making her way to the stables. “Here she is, Miss Palomino.” The brown-coat horse neighed at Starlight, giving her a smile with her long face. Starlight carefully ran her hand through her long, blonde mane and looked back at Applejack. “She looks just like you!” “Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?” Applejack chuckled, patting Palomino on the side. Starlight laughed as well, looking around the stables a bit. “Do you have any stallions around as well?” Starlight asked as Applejack brushed the mare’s mane. “Not yet. Been in talks with Big Macintosh about getting a retired racehorse from the track up north, but nothing yet. My girl here is enough of a horse for me though.” “She certainly is a beautiful animal.” Starlight smiled, looking at her hand covered in horse fur. Taking out a plastic bag, she carefully brushed the strands of fur into it. “Maybe we can do something with her for the science fair!” “Well, I suppose we could. As long as whatever sciency thing isn’t gonna hurt her.” Applejack patted the mare before leaving the stables with Starlight. “Trust me, Applejack, I would never want to hurt your prized horse.” Starlight said confidently before running into a mud-covered Pinkie Pie. “Ahh!” “Look what I found!” Pinkie said cheerfully, pulling a ruby slug from the mud in her hands. Applejack chuckled as Starlight pulled away. “Isn’t he cute!” “Uh, yeah! Don’t you think you should get cleaned up?” Starlight suggested as Pinkie put the slug on her cheek, as it spreads the mud around her face. “Oh yeah! Can we keep him? Please?” Pinkie asked with big puppy-dog eyes. Starlight looked over to Applejack who just smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, as long you clean up first.” “Yipee!” Pinkie cheered before running off to the nearest shower. “Is she always this excited about something?” Starlight asked, looking at Applejack. “Almost definitely. Come on, let’s think this project through over a few cups of freshly squeezed fizzy apple cider.” Applejack rested her hand on Starlight’s back, leading her into the house. On the day of the science fair, each one of the teams had finished their projects and were ready for their presentations. Sunset, Starlight, and Trixie were the most enthusiastic entrants of the competition, with some of the other students having their own entries based around more basic projects like a potato-muffin battery and baking soda volcanos. Starlight and her group went over to their table while Applejack looked at the notes for the spray bottle she was holding in her hand. “Wait, shouldn’t Palomino be here for the experiment? I mean, how else are we going to know if it works?” Applejack asked, trying to understand the purpose of the concoction in her hand. “Oh Applejack, do you want a horse in the gym? I think she would more freaked out with all the students that the test results would be heavily skewed.” Starlight replied, double checking her notes for the project. Pinkie Pie slithered up behind Applejack, catching her off guard. “Wha! Pinkie Pie! What in tarnation are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” Applejack asked, looking at the girl with the slug leaving a slimy trail on her cheek. “I wanted to see what it would be like to act like Timmy! Ooh, is this new perfume?” Pinkie asked quickly, snatching the spray bottle of Starlight’s solution out of Applejack’s hand. “Pinkie! No! Don’t spray that!” Applejack warned as Pinkie sprayed her face with the funny-scented liquid generously. Licking her lips, Pinkie’s face scrunched up at the flavor. “Eww! What was that?” Pinkie stuck her tongue out as Timmy continued to apply a line of slime to her cheek. “The experiment, Pinkie!” Applejack exclaimed in exasperation “Everything good to go here?” Starlight asked, looking at the confused Pinkie Pie sticking her tongue out. “Yeah, except Pinkie sprayed herself with the horse solution! Who knows what’s going to happen to the poor girl.” Applejack shrugged before grabbing the bottle back from Pinkie. “Well, keep an eye on her, but it’s almost time to start!” Starlight said, putting on a white lab coat as students started to crowd around their table. “Do you really think this is going to work, darling?” Rarity asked as Sunset walked through the gym towards their table, holding onto the unmarked test tube of frog saliva. “I’ve checked the facts and given the solution that I have produced with Twilight’s help, this should be a prize-winning breakthrough in genetic engineering!” Sunset answered, confident in her project. “Great! But where is the solution for the project?” Rarity looked around, not seeing Twilight anywhere near them. “Twilight’s already at the table. We just need to get there before-” Not looking where she was going, Sunset crashed right into Trixie in the middle of the gym. The two girls felt their test tubes fall out of their hands as the vials rolled next to each other on the floor. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Trixie!” Sunset apologized, trying to help her up. Trixie chuckled before moving to a full-on cackle. “You must be desperate to sabotage the Great and Powerful Trixie if you’re willing to make her drop the most important piece of her project!” Trixie bellowed, snatching one of the test tubes off of the floor. Sunset picked up the one left over, noticing that they looked almost identical. “It was an accident, I swear.” Sunset tried to reason as Trixie flipped her hair back, walking over to her own table in the gym. “Is everything ready for Trixie’s great performance?” Trixie asked, looking at the meek Fluttershy and disgruntled Rainbow Dash. “I don’t understand this project at all.” Rainbow Dash commented, looking at the beaker filled with a strange-colored liquid. Trixie grabbed the beaker and poured the contents into a spray bottle, shaking it up. “If you listen to what Trixie says when it’s showtime, all will be revealed!” Trixie boasted, spraying Rainbow Dash with a cloud of the solution. Rainbow Dash coughed as the solution seeped into her face and skin. “What’s the big idea?” Rainbow Dash coughed as Fluttershy rushed to her side. “What was that stuff?” “The bird part of the project, now hush!” Trixie shushed, cueing up the drumroll on the side of her table. “Are we ready to go?” Sunset asked, seeing that Twilight pulled up her hair to examine the intricate setup on the table for the main beaker of the solution. Several diagrams of the tarantula and the frog were posted behind them to explain the intricate parts of the experiment. “You’ll have to ask the test subject yourself.” Twilight smiled, looking at Rarity. Rarity looked around confused at the two girls staring at her. “Test subject? What? No! I did not agree to this!” Rarity refused as Twilight poured the solution into an old perfume bottle, fit with a poofy atomizer at the top. “Come on Rarity. We’ve checked the math twice over. This won’t hurt a bit.” Sunset pleaded, offering the perfume bottle to Rarity. “If my calculations are correct, and they usually are, then after you spray this, your arachnophobia will be severely lessened!” Twilight cheered happily, letting her hair down. “And how do you intend to test that?” Rarity asked before Twilight sprayed the atomizer at Rarity, leaving her in a cloud of the solution. “All good science needs steps! Sunset, do you have the frog DNA?” Twilight asked, pouring the solution back into the scientific setup on the table. “Yeah, it’s right here!” Sunset said, handing her a test tube. “Alright, we’re ready to go then!” “Girls and boys! Esteemed students! Gaze upon the science fair project of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie announced as the crowd of students walked up to see her project. Trixie waved her hands down the stage as Rainbow Dash stood on one side scratching at her arms while Fluttershy squeaked at the other side of the table as she spots students looking in her direction. “For Trixie’s project, she will be presenting the connection between avian and reptilian species!” Trixie pulled away from the covers on the posters explaining the prehistoric connection of the DNA shared between birds and reptiles and their ancestors. “In this instance, Trixie has exposed the brutish Rainbow Dash to the effects of avian pheromones!” Rainbow Dash continued to scratch at her arms, looking over at Fluttershy as Trixie continued to address the crowd. “To show the connection her DNA with the reptilian subject, Trixie will add the snake venom to the solution and apply it to the timid Fluttershy!” Trixie poured the contents of the test tube to the beaker before pouring it back into a spray bottle. Spritzing the liquid on Fluttershy’s face, Trixie looked to the audience as a small applause was made. “Umm, Trixie?” Fluttershy coughed, feeling a frog in her throat. “What is it, Fluttershy?” Trixie sneered off to the side of her table. “I don’t feel so good…” “Hear hear, students!” Starlight announced, feeling comfortable in addressing the crowd of students. “For my science project, I will be taking the love and affection of Applejack and her prized horse, Palomino!” The crowd murmured with intrigue as Applejack smiled and waved, pointing out the notes and facts listed on the posters that Starlight and Pinkie Pie had made, covered in glitter. “Now, seeing as we couldn’t bring a live horse into the gym, it’ll be a bit hard to quantify these results. But I am confident that Applejack’s connection with Palomino will pull through to show a more deepened connection!” Starlight picked up the spray bottle as she glanced over to Pinkie Pie sitting in the chair, looking as though she was melting in her seat. Her face was covered with a thin layer of jelly-like slime as the slug perched on top of her poofy hair. Shaking her head, Starlight went back to the table and presented the bottle, spraying a cloud of the solution on Applejack. “With the solution applied, the connection between horse and girl should be amplified by thirty times!” Starlight said confidently as Applejack closed her eyes. “I… I see her. Well, I see through her eyes!” Applejack spoke with her eyes closed. “There’s Big Macintosh working in the fields. I can see Apple Bloom climbing the trees in the orchard! I feel everything about her!” The crowd applauded as Applejack instinctively whinnied, pulling her hair free from her hair tie as she knocked off her Stetson hat. Starlight looked on, proud of her project as Pinkie Pie slithered back up next to her. “Starlight?” She asked, speaking very slowly and resting a hand on her shoulder. Starlight pulled Pinkie away, noticing the amount of slime coming from her hand. “Pinkie! What in the world?” Starlight whispered, noticing Pinkie’s hair drooping down and dripping with slime. “I think something is wrong with the sciency thingy…” Fluttershy shook as a frog-like ribbit escaped her mouth. Her legs began to feel like jelly as she fell back into a chair behind the table. Trixie’s forehead began to sweat as she looked back at the crowd before seeing Rainbow Dash’s scowling face in front of her. “What did you do to her?!” Rainbow Dash squawked, waving her arms around. “The… the snake venom should have been diluted to a harmless amount in the solution! Trixie did not poison poor Fluttershy!” Trixie defended herself, showing the container to the enraged Rainbow Dash. “You’re the scientist! You need to fix this!” Rainbow Dash poked her finger into Trixie’s chest, her nails starting to grow out. “Yes, yes, there is a way to fix this!” Trixie looked around at her table for the right chemicals for the solution. “This was not a part of Trixie’s calculations!” Rummaging around the table, Trixie picked up a lone blue feather and stared at it. “Where did this come from?” “...And that’s how arachnophobia is usually handled in the field of medicine,” Twilight concluded with the prologue of Sunset’s project notes. A few of the students clapped, although most of them yawned. Rarity blinked, trying to keep her eyes open as she scratched at the sides of her stomach. “However, with this solution, we will take the mindset of the amphibian and apply its less-threatening view of the arachnid. Frogs have no quarrels with spiders, so we should be able to cure Rarity’s crippling affliction.” Sunset explained as Twilight began to mix in the contents of her test tube into the solution and refill the perfume bottle. Spraying it twice at Rarity, her nose twitched as she lifted her chin. “A-choo!” Rarity sneezed, spraying her share of the mixture onto Twilight’s face. Twilight quickly rubbed her face clear of the germs before the solution settled onto her. Rarity’s eyes shot wide open as the second set of arachnid pheromones began to settle inside of her. “Are you okay?” Sunset asked as Twilight’s eyes began to change into snake-like slits. Twilight blinked, trying to adjust to the exposure of the solution. “I knew I ssssshould have worn a pair of sssssafety gogglessss.” Twilight hissed out, rubbing her arm against her eyes. Rainbow Dash squawked loudly as she pinned Trixie to the table, her arms starting to cover in blue feathers. Trixie looked on in horror as Rainbow Dash’s talons dug into her shoulders. “What’s going on, Trixie? This wasn’t part of the project!” Rainbow Dash shouted, flapping her arms as they grew to form primary feathers. “I… I don’t know! This is not supposed to happen!” Trixie looked around, most of the students watching and taking video on their phones as Rainbow Dash’s wings grew out of her arms. “Trix-ie!” Fluttershy belched, trying to take control of her instincts. Her legs wobbled as they merged together, ripping away her shoes and socks. “You re-al-ize that we are not reg-ul-ar students?” “What? What does that mean?” Trixie asked Rainbow Dash as the harpy squawked into her face, hovering above her with the strong flaps of her wings. “We’re magical, Trixie! Haven’t you been there the countless times we have to save this school?” “Trixie… I didn’t know!” Trixie cried, closing her eyes. “I don’t know how we can fix this either!” “Pinkie, I need you to calm down.” Starlight said slowly, holding her hands out as Pinkie giggled just as slow. “I am calm, Starlight. Timmy has shared his slimy secrets with me.” Pinkie smiled and ran her hand down Starlight’s lab coat, leaving a trail of pink slime as the side of her pink face dripped with a similar ooze. “Uh, Starlight, we might have a problem here.” Applejack said, lifting her skirt up slightly to show the toned legs of a brown racehorse. She neighed as she bent over the table, feeling a pressure in her backside. “Uh oh, Pinkie! Something’s wrong with Applejack!” Starlight turned to see Pinkie stripping off her slime-stained clothes. “What are you doing?” “My clothes are all dirty and slimy.” Pinkie said, starting to pick up the speed in her voice. A pink aura started to surround her as a puddle of pink slime appeared underneath her feet. “What is going on here?!” Starlight shouted as Applejack whinnied, letting her equine backside form into a strong pair of hind hooves. Fluttershy’s ears started to grow out as her skirt and panties ripped away, her shifting legs turning into a slimy coat under a layer of scales. She crossed her arms over her chest as a pair of auxiliary limbs started to form at her hips, letting her mind start to fade into her amphibious thoughts and urges. “That’s… not a snake! Sunset sabotaged Trixie!” Trixie shouted, getting up from off the table as Rainbow Dash perched on the side of it, her bare feet having shredded her shoes and socks away. She softly preened at her wings before glaring at Trixie. “Like snake Fluttershy would be any better?!” Rainbow Dash squawked, slowly making her way down the table, knocking over the science equipment. “Si-ren?” Fluttershy held a hand to her forehead as she closed her eyes, hearing a siren’s song in her head. She started to softly vocalize as a thin pair of fins grew out of her back, her ears stretching out to fins as well. Opening her eyes, she slithered over to Trixie and smiled. “I don’t blame you. You clearly didn’t know how special we are.” Trixie’s mouth fell open as she looked on the half-naked frog-like mermaid-siren. “I…” “She’s finally at a loss for words, eh?” Rainbow Dash ran her wing under Trixie’s chin with a small smile, winking at Fluttershy. The commotion at the other tables started to draw the attention of the crowd in front of Sunset’s table as Twilight began to hypothesize what was happening. “With the girlsssss connectionsssss to my magical Element of Harmony, it’ssss highly likely that thessssse ssssscientific experimentssss we are conducting are transssssforming ussss into animal-like hybridssss.” Twilight hissed, sitting down at a chair as Rarity started sobbing in the corner. “Well, that’s just fantastic,” Sunset said sarcastically. “You’re a smart girl Twilight, how do we stop these changes?” “I don’t know!” Twilight shouted, groaning as the shoes and socks on her feet ripped away. “But I fear that I’m turning into a frog!” “You sound more like a snake to me,” Sunset stated, noticing that Twilight’s legs started to merge together, covering in a pair of thick scales. “Sssssnake?” Twilight asked, hissing with her thin tongue. “There wassss no ssssnake in the experiment!” “Unless the test tube Trixie had…” Sunset thought back to when she bumped into the girl earlier, mixing up their unmarked test tubes. “Unknown variablessss? Dear Celessssstia, thissss issss bad!” Twilight groaned as her skirt and panties ripped away, her lower half becoming a long snake-like tail. Sunset looked over at Rarity, who was gripping onto her hair. “Rarity? Rarity, talk to me!” Sunset crouched down, hearing a soft chuckle from the bent-over girl. “Spiders… the… spiders....” Rarity laughed under her breath. “They’re… in me…” Sunset froze in horror as Rarity looked up with a crazed smile, holding a tapestry of spider silk in her hands that read “HELP ME.” Applejack used her hooves to kick over the table, neighing loudly. “Whoa girl, you’re in my body and I’m not about to get expelled for hurting somebody!” Starlight watched Applejack from the side of the table as Pinkie had already found Snips and Snails, making sure that Starlight’s project didn’t upstage Trixie. The two boys were motionless as the naked, slimy Pinkie PIe wrapped herself around them. “Hey, boys~ You wanna have some slimy fun?” Pinkie asked, winking at them. “Uhh… is she a slug?” Snails asked, holding onto Pinkie’s slimy arm. “No doofus! She’s clearly a girl made of slime! Who would want to be a slug?” Snips shot back. “I dunno. I like snails a lot.” Snails said happily as Pinkie kissed him on the cheek. “Actually, I dunno if she’s so much a girl as…” Snips trailed off, seeing a long, slimy and dripping rod growing out between Pinkie’s legs. She blushed as she touched the tip, letting it bounce back and forth like a licorice stick. “Whoa, nelly!” Snails said, his eyes opening wide. “Yeah, we don’t swing that way, slimy!” Snips said, pulling Snails away and running far from the slimy girl. “Aww… no fun.” Pinkie said dejected, her member drooping and dripping in front of her. Twilight slithered back and forth, editing and checking her various pages of notes as Rarity continued to descend into madness, leaving Sunset more and more worried. “Okay, even with the unknown variablessss and the added instance of the magic of the Elementssss of Harmony, thesssse transssssformationssss are relatively harmlessssss.” Twilight concluded. “Relatively?” Sunset asked, watching as Rarity’s feet ripped away from her shoes and socks. “What’s the relative part about it?” “Well, assss long assss we are ssssseparated, the effectssss of the Elementssss are only asssss strong assss the Elementssss in proximity with it. If we ssssstay apart, the effectssss may or may not lessssssen.” “Okay, so you stay as far away from Rarity right now.” Sunset ordered as Rarity laughed, her legs deforming into eight, furred limbs, growing longer and taller. “Yesssss… but…” Twilight moaned, feeling a pressure in front of her stomach. Sunset turned around to see Twilight sporting a thick, scaly member from her midsection as her tail slithered behind her. “There wassss a complication with intersssssex animal sssssamples.” Rarity groaned and cackled as a large, furred abdomen grew from her backside, standing tall over Sunset and Twilight. “Are you afraid of spiders, girls?” She asked, an eye twitching as her legs grabbed them by the lower half from behind the table. “Starlight~” Pinkie sang, rubbing up against the girl in the lab coat with her dripping rod. Starlight looked behind her at Pinkie, noticing her new equipment. “Oh no, this is not happening!” Starlight closed her eyes, feeling Pinkie pressing up against her clothes. Applejack whinnied as she trotted over, noticing Pinkie’s slimy member as well. “Well, that’s unusual.” Applejack commented, flicking a blonde equine tail from her backside. “Says the centauress,” Starlight added, keeping her eyes closed. Applejack moaned as she gasped and panted. “I… wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Applejack blushed, feeling the long, thick equine member grow and hang from between her hind legs. Pinkie Pie squealed, her slimy member bouncing right up at the sight of Applejack’s rod. Starlight turned around and blushed at the girth of the equine shaft. “Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson here.” Starlight, Trixie and Sunset backed into a corner at their respective tables, looking at the hybrid monsters that their efforts had created. “Never mix magic with science.” “Attention students! We have had our judges walking around the floor of the fair and we have decided on the finalists for the exhibition. Could we please have Starlight, Trixie, and Sunset bring their teams and projects to the stage?” The speaker announced from the side of the gym. The girls worked on wrangling their half-human, half-animal teammates along with themselves to the stage. Twilight’s expression soured when she realized that having all of her magical friends this close together could accelerate their changes in appearance and even in personality. “Oh my, it looks like we have some really good scientists this year.” Principal Celestia commented, writing down her notes on the clipboard for the girls' projects. “I’m surprised to see that Trixie has such a magical project for once.” Vice-Principal Luna added, writing down notes as well. “Well, naturally Trixie would succeed more than these two!” Trixie announced as Rainbow Dash squawked and flew behind her. “Hey! I was on your side, Trixie!” Starlight shot back, not noticing the slimy Pinkie Pie creeping up behind her. “SSSSSSunset? With all of the transssssformationsssss ssssso close together, I’m afraid of what might happen.” Twilight warned as Rarity grinned in her new spider form. “Something like what?” Sunset asked right as Starlight shrieked. Looking over to the source of the scream, Sunset saw that the nude, slimy Pinkie had somehow managed to suck the lab coat and clothes right off of Starlight. Applejack neighed loudly as her equine shaft grew stiff at the sight of Starlight’s perky breasts. “Like that.” Twilight said flatly as Trixie started to wave her arms to shoo Rainbow Dash as Fluttershy, in siren-mermaid form, slithered over to her. “What’s the matter~? Don’t you want to win?~” Fluttershy said seductively, starting to pull down on her top to show off her chest. “What has gotten into everyone?” Trixie asked as Rainbow Dash landed right next to her, pulling off Trixie’s lab coat with the talons on her wings. Fluttershy inched closer, grinning at Trixie with a sultry look. “There has to be a way to reverse it!” Sunset shouted to Twilight before being lifted up in the air by Rarity’s two long, hairy spider legs. Twilight watched on, her own snake-like member starting to get excited from all the festivities. “Go back? Why would I ever want to go back?” Rarity cackled, using her spider-abdomen to start wrapping Sunset’s arms together as she spread the scientist’s legs open. “Twilight, darling, don’t you want to feast?” “Certainly~” Twilight replied, her tongue hissing as she made her way to Sunset. Twilight spat her hot venom, causing for Sunset’s lab coat and clothes to start to disintegrate off of her body, leaving the girl open and helpless. “Twilight, Rarity, you have to fight this!” Sunset struggled as she felt Twilight’s scaly, snake-like body against hers. “Mmm, such nice prey~” Rarity said, ripping away her shirt as she held Sunset captive against her bosom. “Trixie does not appreciate being treated this way!” Trixie shouted as Rainbow Dash continued to rip and tear away at Trixie’s clothes while Fluttershy stared deep into her eyes. “You need to relax and listen to me~” Fluttershy suggested, resting her hands on Trixie’s shoulders. Trixie’s eyes glazed over at the sound of Fluttershy’s allure as her soft opening grew wet with arousal. “Trixie will do what she can for her…” “Mistress.” Fluttershy finished, running her hands down Trixie’s stomach. “Mistress.” Trixie repeated, falling on her back. Rainbow Dash shed off her own clothes as she crouched over Trixie’s face, her own slit in full view for the dazed girl. Trixie leaned up and started to suck on Rainbow Dash’s opening, slipping her tongue into her pink center. Rainbow Dash squawked loudly as she squeezed her breasts with her talons. Fluttershy smiled as she leaned down to Trixie’s moist slit, licking at it softly. “I don’t think that can fit!” Starlight warned before having Pinkie’s dripping member shoved into her mouth. Pinkie giggled as Applejack slowly pushed her thick shaft into Starlight’s tight opening, Starlight spreading her legs as much as she could. Pushing deeper, she could only get about half of her length inside as Starlight moaned into Pinkie’s slimy rod, Pinkie thrusting into her mouth. Applejack started to rock back and forth into Starlight, currently on her hands and knees, being fully penetrated on both ends. Rainbow Dash picked up Fluttershy’s flexible frog-mermaid tail and pulled off her stretched skirt. Fluttershy moaned in between Trixie’s legs, making the girl arch her back as the magician sucked on Rainbow Dash’s slit. Twilight caught the tied-up Sunset in a kiss as she pushed her snake-member into her tight womanhood as Rarity held Sunset close to her bare breasts like a doll. She laughed as she made a thick, spider silk rope to gag Sunset’s mouth, muffling her shouts and moans. Celestia and Luna watched on at the spectacle on the stage, which had devolved into an animalistic orgy of sounds and shrieks inching closer to their completion. With a heavy blush on her face, Celestia addressed the audience of the fair that had been watching this entire time. “Due to the *ahem* animal nature of our three finalists, they have been disqualified from the science fair. The judges award the prize to the runner-up scientist with the potato-muffin battery!” A small woo was heard from the crowd as the blonde-haired girl was awarded the blue ribbon. “That’s it. Show’s over. You all can go home now.” Luna announced as the girls on the stage were still going at it. The audience had no intention to go as they continued watching and recording the events on the stage. “They’re not moving, sister.” Celestia watched on as Starlight was double-teamed by the centauress Applejack and the slimy, slug-like Pinkie Pie. “Well, they have to stop some time…” Luna looked over as well, sighing. “Why is this always happening?”
