Look Out! Look Out! Pink Ponies on Parade!

Rarity smiled when she felt her hooves touch the grass. It was a great night to be outside, and she hummed happily when the night time breeze brushed against her white fur. She galloped along the ground with no particular destination in mind, happy to just be outside. She suddenly stopped in her tracks when she came across a small sized bowl on the ground. She eyed it quizzically, finding it strange that someone had just left their bowl out in the open so carelessly.

As she took a few steps closer, she looked down towards the bowl, eyebrows furrowed as she noticed that it was full of liquid. A strange urge to taste it took over, and she took a quick look around her, not noticing anyone around her. She shrugged and ducked her head down, tongue sticking out as she lapped at the liquid. It was strong and she felt the burning in her mouth and throat, but it was also delicious. She wanted more, and this time she opened her mouth wide, gulping the liquid down until the bowl was empty.

The pony felt a little light headed and a chuckle left her mouth. She felt all light, like she could float, and soon she felt a ball like shape crawling up her throat before it escaped her lips. She hiccupped, but it wasn’t a normal hiccup… A bubble amazingly left her mouth, and then another one, and then one more. Rarity had never seen anything like it. She smiled at the floating bubbles, feeling content, especially with a happy tune playing in the background. It was an upbeat song and it made Rarity feel calm and cheery.

She wasn’t sure if it was the drink she had consumed or the sight of the bubbles, but a sudden urge had taken over the Pony, and all she wanted to do was blow more and more bubbles. As the happy song continued to play, Rarity closed her eyes in concentration, taking in a deep breath, preparing herself. In the background she could make out a few instruments playing together, creating a tune that started lower then rose up high in a quick pace. It sounded like harps and violins playing together, and the players sounded skilled. Rarity wasn’t too sure where the music was coming from, but she shrugged the thought away. She wanted to concentrate on her bubble blowing.

When she felt ready, she slowly parted her small lips, letting the air leave her mouth. She couldn’t help but notice a change in the music, with an ascending tune heard once more, but this time the instruments sounded different. They sounded like flutes and bassoons. She still didn’t know where the music was coming from or who was playing the instruments, but the pony once again let the thought slip to the back of her mind.

The bubble left the mouth of Rarity and glided into the air, all long and noodle shaped, before it suddenly widened, turning into a regular, round looking bubble. It popped with a soft noise, and Rarity took in another deep breath, ready and excited to blow her next bubble.

As she took in some air, the ascending tune was once more played, and she could once again here the combination of harps and violins and their climbing pattern. Rarity, with her cheeks all puffed out and full of air, counted to three before she felt ready, and she then pushed all of the air out, excited to see what this new bubble would look like. With the breath leaving her mouth, the pony noted the flutes and bassoons and how they rose with each second that passed.

Out of breath, Rarity stopped pushing the air out. Her cheeks were red and her heart was beating fast, and she just wanted to see what her new bubble creation was going to look like. She opened her eyes and saw a square bubble floating in the air. It had sharp corners and everything, and she wasn’t quite sure how she made such a thing. It soon popped, and Rarity was still left with the urge to blow bubbles.

Rarity wanted to blow an even bigger bubble now. With a look of determination in her eyes, a sudden group of bassoons could be heard not too far off in the distance. The instruments played a marching tune slowly and quickly as Rarity pushed her body down, trying to get as comfortable as possible. She shut her eyes and opened up her mouth wide, taking in as much air as she could manage. As the air slowly filled her up, a new set of harps and violins carried on with their ascending song, joining in with the determined pony. Her eyes were shut tight and her cheeks bulged wildly as she was completely full of air. She waited a few moments, preparing herself, knowing that she was going to have to push the air out hard and fast and skilfully.

The pony counted down from three before she parted her lips, creating a small ‘O’ shape, and she let the accumulation of air leave her. As the moments passed and the air left Rarity’s body, a separate combination of string instruments played. Guitars and cellos could be heard as Rarity let the air escape, and they started off low, before rising higher and higher. It was as if the music and the bubble were working together, because as the bubble grew, the music seemed to reach an even higher pitch.

This carried on for a few moments before Rarity wasn’t unable to carry on with the bubble blowing, and she finally put an end to it, letting the bubble leave her mouth for good. The combination of string instruments came to an end as the bubble floated up into the air and was replaced with a group of clarinets and flutes.

Huffing and puffing, Rarity opened her eyes, butterflies in her tummy as she wondered what her creation would look like. It was gigantic, all wide and round, and Rarity watched on as the bubble trembled in mid-air. It was shiny and bright, and the bubble was big and the texture so stretched out that Rarity could almost see right through it. Rarity was enjoying herself and was proud that she made such a large bubble, but the music in the air sent a shiver down her spine. The violins were playing an ominous tune, and it was followed up by the quavering of flutes and clarinets. Rarity looked around her, her head darting from left to right as she tried to find a source for the insidious noises. As her eyes darted around the place, she noticed how everything was slowly disappearing. The green hills, the house, the orange sky was with the sun slowly disappearing… They were all gone, and replaced with complete and utter darkness.

Rarity looked back at her bubble and whimpered when she saw that the bubble was throbbing. It was starting to change and soon it shrunk down in size, turning into… Applejack?!

“W-What?” Rarity stuttered at the sight in front of her. How was this possible?

The pony normally would have been happy to see a familiar face, especially since panic was slowly taking over her, but there was something terrifying about Applejack. She looked the same in almost every aspect, except her fur had been replaced with pink skin like a bubble, and her eyes weren’t looking bright and wide like they usually did… Applejack instead had deep eye sockets that were black and empty, and Rarity shuddered, wanting nothing more than to see the old Applejack back.

The music had a sudden change and a group of bassoons could be heard. They all joined in to play an insidious marching tune, the song booming in the air. The Applejack clone suddenly started to move, and she darted into the air swiftly on her hind legs. Applejack turned to stare at Rarity, and the clone battered her dark eyelashes playfully, all the while the bassoons joined in. They seemed to get louder when the clone pranced happily into the air.

Not sure how to react, Rarity sent Applejack a silly, shy smile, but the smile soon dropped and her stomach suddenly felt like it was in knots. The realisation suddenly hit Rarity… None of this was normal. The violins in the background seemed to pick up on Rarity’s nervousness, because they got higher and higher, and they put her more on edge. She stared at the Applejack clone with her mouth open wide and shock. She had no idea how her bubble had turned into her friend… How was it even possible?

The bassoons in the background played even deeper notes and their pace slowed down, and Rarity felt like she was in even more danger. She could feel it inside of her… Something was definitely coming her way. The clarinets and flutes carried on with their quavering pattern, and Rarity looked back at the clone, focusing on her movements. The Applejack clone, bright pink and shiny, took in a deep, long breath, eyes shut in concentration, before she parted her mouth ever so slightly, letting a bubble escape from her lips.

In an instant, the bubble shifted, turning into an exact copy of the pink Applejack. This new bubble, with her feet planted on the ground, closed her eyes and took in some air, before letting it leave her mouth in a bubble that soon became the third Applejack clone. Once fully formed, the third Applejack clone opened her mouth wide, gulping down air, before she followed the pattern. She shut her mouth tight, all aside for a tiny little slit, and released all the built-up air, a bubble leaving her lips that immediately turned into yet another Applejack clone.

The four clones looked almost completely identical to Applejack. If it wasn’t for their deep, black, empty eyes and bubble skin, Rarity would have thought she was looking at the real thing. The four of them all lined up, their bodies tightly pressed together, squeaks in the air from them all being so close. They all sent Rarity a similar looking smile, wide and bright, but Rarity wasn’t quite convinced they were happy smiles. Rarity paid attention to the bassoons in the background, their last pattern playing, sounding quite insidious, and making Rarity want to take off and run.

As if they had planned it, the four clones took in a deep, long breath, their pink chests all puffed out and wide. Rarity gasped when she the clones stretching their snouts out, creating long, thick trumpets, blasting a tune into her face. Their hooves danced on the trumpet buttons, completely in sync, like they had played the song a million times before. They held onto their trumpets tightly as their brightly coloured cheeks became all puffy and full looking, and soon their smiling expressions vanished. Rarity gulped when she saw their wide eyes become narrowed and even darker looking, and those smiles disappeared. They looked at Rarity with looks of determination, like concentration had taken over them, and they soon leaned forward, asses high in the air, hooves gripping the trumpets tightly. As they moved forward their long trumpets collided, slowly morphing to create one giant trumpet bell. Rarity wasn’t too sure how they managed to do that, and watched on in awe as the trumpet bell trembled in the air like a freshly blown bubble. As the seconds passed the trumpet bell managed to grow even larger, slowly looking much more solid, steady, and round.

The four clones carried on with their music playing, but their trumpets amazingly managed to let out noises that didn’t sound at all like trumpets. Rarity could hear the distinct sound of bass trombone and tuba notes, repeating the same declining pattern. As the song carried on the trumpet bell continued to grow, completely consuming Rarity’s vision. Soon all she could see was the inside of the bell, deep and dark, while the outside became a bright gold colour. It looked like a real trumpet now, and Rarity watched on in confusion, wondering how the clones managed to create such a thing.

It grew some more, but Rarity noted how the trumpet started to shake. It seemed as if it had expanded far too much, and now the trumpet bell had to stop with its expansion. It wobbled and shook wildly, all the while a very long, unbroken bass note escaped it. Rarity watched on with wide eyes, just knowing that that the trembling trumpet was about to come to an end.

CRASH!

A deafening cymbal crash hit the air as the trumpet bell exploded. Now that it was broken and torn to shreds, the trumpet bell seemed to become some magic opening for Applejack clones to escape from. Just as bright and pink as the earlier clones, they marched along the ground loudly, their feet stomping in sync and their limbs all extended to create instruments. Rarity could hear the deep sound of double bassoons and bass drums playing, and they seemed to meet the stamping feet. The music and the clones were working together, their stamps and music all combined together to create one terrifying scene.

Rarity watched in awe, eyeing the clones intently. She saw so many things, and watched with her mouth agape as two Applejack clones stretched and pulled their legs. One would stand tall, legs all extended as she walked over a much smaller clone, but then the smaller clone would suddenly pull at her legs, creating long limbs, while the one tall clone suddenly shrunk down, becoming a petite version. The now tall looking Applejack clone would walk over the little one, and they would repeat this, a never-ending pattern of stretching and pulling and shrinking and marching. Each time their pink feet hit the ground, it was to the beat of the music.

The pony dragged her eyes away from the strange scene, her orbs locking on two vastly different Applejack clones. They were still both the same pink colour, but one was quite tiny, while the clone that followed was large and round, standing tall and proud. The little clone had her snout extended into a tiny trumpet, and she played the instruments happily, trumpeting to the beat of the music. The fat Applejack clone marched along cheerily, a cowbell in each hand, and she shook them with a smile.

The much bigger Applejack clone seemed to be marching away carelessly, because she soon stepped on the little one, squishing her underneath her wide feet.

Squish, honk, squish, honk, squish, honk!

Each time the little Applejack was stepped on, her tiny trumpet bulged in her hands, and out popped a crude and loud noise. It was a combination of a claxon sound mixed in with the clone’s trumpets, and it didn’t meet the sound of the marching tune at all. The petite Applejack quickly rushed forward, trying to get back to her place in the line. With an annoyed grunt, the little Applejack looked over her shoulder, sending her bully a dark glare. She narrowed her eyes and made sure her lips were in a snarl, hoping to get the message across.

The petite Applejack went back to her trumpeting, her hooves dancing on the buttons once more, only to feel the heavy steps of the clone behind her again.

Squish, honk, squish, honk, squish, honk!

It happened again! The petite Applejack couldn’t believe it. Each time the large clone let her feet squished the little clone, it was in time with the music, meeting the beat and pattern. The little clone scowled, realising her bully was most likely doing it on purpose. She wasn’t just going to take it this time, and the much smaller Applejack snuck behind her round counterpart, giving her aggressor a swift, harsh kick to the butt.

The big Applejack suddenly split into three clones, not as big, but still quite large and round looking. More importantly, all three were much bigger than the little Applejack. With puffed out pink chests and narrowed eyes, they all stared down at the little version of Applejack, feeling superior with their height. Their snouts were all stretched out and the three of them trumpeted loudly, right into the face of the tiny Applejack.

Not able to handle anymore taunting, the smaller looking clone had a sudden surge of confidence take over her. Anger had consumed her completely, and she let her body grow wildly in response. She had grown so much that she was even bigger than her aggressors, with her body tall and wide instead of petite. Even her chest expanded, and it was all puffed out and full looking.

Suddenly feeling scared, the once large Applejack clones shrunk in size, and their previous loud and proud trumpet slowly faded into lower sounding notes. They now watched on with wide eyes, no longer full of confidence. The big Applejack wasn’t finished, however, and she magically formed two bright gold cymbals in either hand, winding them up, looking down at her previous bullies with excitement in her eyes. She pulled her hands out and quickly brought them back in together, making sure to smash the three clones together in one swift movement.

CRASH!

The deafening sound filled the air, but that wasn’t the end of the mean clones. Despite them all all being crushed together, dozens more Applejack clones manage to be created, this time much smaller, but they seemed to have an abundance of energy. They marched around the ground happily, snouts extended into long trumpets as they formed a single line, hooves meeting the beat of the music. Deep double bassoon notes were heard, a declining pattern that seemed never ending, a tune the clones seemed to enjoy. The clone right at the front of the line started up a brand-new song, leading the long line of pink Applejack clones.

Rarity stared at the clones with wide eyes, hoping they wouldn’t come her way. They soon got closer and closer, their small feet quick on the ground, and quickly filled up the space underneath Rarity’s head. She stared at the seemingly never-ending line of Applejack clones as they marched on, somehow managing to walk upwards, creating a line towards the left of her face. The noises escaping their trumpets changed, as did the deep bassoon notes. The bassoons instead repeated a pattern of two notes, one higher, one lower, consistently, and soon the clones had walked along further, now walking along the top of Rarity’s head. They had created an almost frame around Rarity, closing her in, making sure she couldn’t escape their pink, soft bodies. When they reached the top, Rarity noticed that their frames started to change. They were suddenly growing and shifting, becoming rounder and fatter. It seemed with each ferocious step they took that their bodies rapidly grew, their bubble bodies stretching and pulling.

The music notes lowered but the Applejack clones carried on with their marching, not looking too concerned with the fact that the bodies had suddenly started to fatten up. As their bodies became rounder and much fuller looking, they took up the entire space around poor Rarity. The frame was full of nothing but pink bodies pressed right up against each other, squeaks in the air as their limbs were crushed together. Their bodies had grown so much that their already quite thin bubble skin had been stretched to the point where they were see through. Their skin was shiny and bright, and Rarity looked through the clones, eyeing their full bodies, seeing the distance behind them and noticing that there was nothing but darkness.

The clones suddenly stopped marching, their stamps coming to a halt. Rarity hoped and prayed that their bodies would stop growing so rapidly, because she was terrified of them getting bigger and taking over even more of her space. She could barely breathe with what little room she had. The clones stood still, but unfortunately for Rarity, they still inflated their bodies, their bright pink limbs becoming round and fat, looking like sausages.

Frustration could be seen in the eyes of the Applejack clones. They looked at each other, eying their replicas as they tried to push and shove for room. Their eyes were wide and round, practically bulging out of their hands, and their cheeks looked full of air. Worry could then be seen on their faces, and it seemed that was the moments the clones realised what trouble they were in. There was no more room for their fat bodies. They were stuck, barely able to kick their legs out, trying to get any access they could to a little bit of room.

With their bodies ridiculously round now, they soon started to tremble. They shook all over, the round bellies wobbling against each other, all the while they looked on with wild, bulging eyes. This seemed like it was the end for them, and no matter how hard they tried to shove each other out of the way, they remained wedged in between each other, their bubble bodies pressed roughly up against one another. The song in the air seemed to be coming to a halt as well, and when it reached its last note, the Applejack clones weren’t able to handle anymore trembling and growing.

CRASH! A loud blast filled the air as the Applejack clones burst, their bubble bodies being torn to pieces. The noise was painfully loud, and Rarity winced before shutting her eyes, hooves on her face to shield herself from the terrifying scene. It was far too much for the pony.

A familiar tune was played, catching the attention of Rarity. She removed her hooves to take a look around her as the song continued to play. It was the tune from earlier, when the first four Applejack clones were formed, and they pressed their bubble bodies together, blasting a tune right into Rarity’s face.

Far away in the distance was Carousel Boutique, except it didn’t look as bright and colourful as it normally did. There were no pinks and purples and feminine tones, and instead the place was dark and gloomy, almost dead looking. The empty windows were suddenly filled with Applejack clones, their faces pressed right up against the glass. They gave sinister smiles as they eyed the inside of Rarity’s property, the music in the background slowing done and becoming softer sounding.

They dozens and dozens of Applejack clones soon swiftly opened up the windows, storming inside the building that they certainly did not have permission to be in.

A booming voice was heard, matching the actions of the clones. “Look out! Look out! Pink ponies on parade. Here they come! Hippety hoppety,” sang the voice proudly. The marched along angrily, proudly, without a care in the world. Their thick arms swung back and forth as their eyes stayed firmly planted in front of them, a look of determination on their faces. They walked along the ground floor of Carousel Boutique, marching past the full-length mirrors and clothing racks. They even stomped up the stairs to Rarity’s bedroom, marching along, invading every room they could possibly find.

The front door of Rarity’s property was suddenly filled with a rather round and fat looking Applejack clone. The clone’s bubble body was see through, and once she was able to get past the front door, she floated up higher and higher, above the crowd. She was high above the pink marching clones, cheeks all puffed out, and she glided gently in the air. She carried on into the air, getting higher until she was soon out of sight.

“They're here and there. Pink ponies ev'rywhere!” The deep voices continued.

In another room was a big bed, rested firmly on the ceiling. It amazingly didn’t come crashing to the ground, but if it did, the dozens of marching Applejack clones would surely be squished in an instant.

“Look out! Look out! They're trotting around the bed!” The voices carried on with the song.

The clones walked on their hind legs, their feet stomping against the ground ferociously and without worry. They had pushed their pink chests far out, and it made them look intimidating and without fear. The brightly coloured bodies flashed with a vibrant yellow pattern, almost looking like bones on their round forms. As if being flipped around, the room suddenly rotated, revealing that the bed was planted on the floor the entire time… It was the Applejack clones who were on the ceiling! They had somehow managed to plant their hooves above them, amazingly not coming to a fall and crashing onto the large bed.

“On their head. Clippety cloppety!” The voices added.

There was suddenly some movement in the bed, and out popped an Applejack clone, looking pale and terrified. The clone tossed her blankets to the side and stared up at the ceiling, mouth agape as she took in the scene in front of her. With shaky hands she gripped the blankets and pulled them up and over her head, trying to block out the strange clones from her vision. As soon as she covered herself up, her bed began to float away, and it slowly got up higher and higher, before darkness took over.

“Arrayed in braid. Pink ponies on parade!” The voices yelled.

“What'll I do?” Cried out a panicked sounding voice. Another Applejack clone appeared, this one pale looking and wide eyed. The clone looked concerned as she popped up from below, staring straight ahead. The view of her was quite close up and detailed, worry clear in her face.

“What’ll I do?” Another voice said, and yet another Applejack clone appeared, this one also close up. This one came in upside down, on the opposite side of the other Applejack clone. The two clones looked identical with their pale skin and concerned glances, and they soon turned to look at each other with their wide eyes.

“What an unusual view!” The voice carried on. As soon as their eyes landed on each other, they became horrified. Their heads jolted back and they quickly dashed back the way they came from, leaving only a cloud of smoke in the darkness. With the two clones now gone, a soft crashing of cymbals could be heard in the distance.

The music carried on, with a flute joining in, playing a gentle and quiet tune. The flute played four declining notes over and over, quietly combining with the background music.

“I could stand the sight of mites. And look at hordes of parasprites,” came a gruff voice. As the voice carried on, two Applejack clones could be seen, standing on opposite ends of each other. They both faced each other directly, their brightly coloured skin contrasting against the blackness that surrounded them. One of the clones was a vibrant yellow colour, with purple horizontal stripes going across her body. The other clone was a bright pink colour, painted in vertical red stripes. The two clones began to walk towards each other, eyes straight ahead, their legs moving in a particular fashion. They first moved their right hind leg, then their right hind leg, then their left hind leg, before they brought their left fore leg forward. They repeated this way of walking for a few moments, until they came face to face, their bodies passing right through each other instead of colliding.

They had smiles on their faces when they were walking, but they quickly faded once they realised they were stuck. They seemed to be glued at the waist, and no matter how much they pulled, how much they stretched, they could not escape the magical hold. With their bodies fused together, their brightly coloured bodies merged, creating a plaid like pattern.

They continued to strain, looking terribly concerned, wondering how to escape the strange hold. It seemed the more they pulled the worse their situation got, but neither Applejack clone was able to calm down. They both looked desperate to escape. They took some steps forward, doing their best to escape each other, and for just a short moment it looked as if they could actually do it… But their skin had been stretched too much, and their bodies couldn’t handle it anymore, and they were flung back into each other, a violent collision of bubble bodies and bright colours.

A deafening cymbal crash filled the air and their vibrant bodies colliding creating a splash of colours in the air. Pink and red and yellow and purple meshed together to create an almost fireworks effect against the darkness.

“But technicolor equestrians, is really too much for me!” The voice continued.

“I am not the type to faint, when things are odd or things are quaint,” a new voice joined in with the song.

In the distance, a pink bubble clone of Applejack could be seen looking concerned, her body wrapped in a corset dress. It was tight and stuck to her body, and Applejack didn’t look too be happy to be in it. The clone soon came up with an idea, and stood with her legs parted wide, feet firmly planted onto the floor. She began to magically expand her body, becoming bigger and bigger with each second that passed, her drastic inflation meeting the beat of the soft bassoons being played in the background.

Her pink body soon became larger and rounder, her body looking like a giant ball, and the already tight corset dress looking even more strained. Her chest began to expand, her breasts pushing out, as the material of the corset pushed down against the centre of her body. The corset pressed into her lower back, causing her ass to pop out more, making it round and fat. Rarity couldn’t deny that the corset was making the clone’s body look sexier. The strings on the back of the corset dress were not able to keep a hold of the material any longer, and they snapped, the dress coming apart here and there, bits and pieces of material falling to the ground.

The round Applejack looked like she had been pushed to her limit, and she could not handle anymore expanding. Her eyes were wide and bulging, looking panicked, while her cheeks were all puffed, looking full. Her round body shook dramatically, wobbling and trembling, her bubble skin being stretched too far. She had reached her limit, and soon her body exploded, an array of bright colours in the air, painting the darkness with vibrant tones of red and blue and yellow. In the distance, maracas could be heard, shaking away to create a playful noise.

“But seeing things you know that ain't, can certainly give you an awful fright!” Came the screeching voice.

“What a sight!” Screamed the voice.

Loud footsteps could be heard behind Rarity, and she turned to see what new problem she had to deal with. A whimper left her moth when she saw what was coming her way, and her whole body shook in response, horrified by the gigantic creature storming towards her. Rarity let her eyes wander up and down the monster, taking in every inch of it, noting how it was made from nothing but large Applejack heads. From its head to its toes, all Rarity could see was the face of Applejack. Each face looked on with a glare, eyes narrowed and mouth curled to shoot Rarity a snarl. It was strange to see her friend’s face in such a state. Applejack normally looked on with kind eyes and carried herself with a sweet smile. These clones were the complete opposite. The creature had three big heads right at the top, and Rarity couldn’t help but gulp when she laid eyes on them.

“Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away! I'm afraid need your aid,” continued the singers.

The creature was getting closer and closer with each stride it took, and soon the heads at the top seemed to be squirming and squeezing. They two heads on either end pushed right up against the one in the middle, using its middle position to their advantage. The shoved against the head until it was forced to get behind him, and for a short moment the head was blocked from Rarity’s view. Rarity was somewhat thankful that one of the evil looking heads had disappeared, and she wished the rest of the Applejack heads would follow suit.

“Pink ponies on parade!” Came the voice, just as the creature was only a few metres away from the terrified Rarity. The head that had been squeezed to the back suddenly popped out, pushing itself through the two on either side, shoving itself forward with an evil smile. Rarity didn’t know how it was possible, but the head looked even bigger now. It continued to grow in size, only inches away from Rarity’s face, and the pony was forced to stare into the deep, black, empty eyes of Applejack’s face. All Rarity could see was the darkness of the orbs.

“Pink ponies! Pink ponies…” The words faded, becoming softer and softer.

Rarity watched on with furrowed eyebrows when the black eyes suddenly turned into throbbing pyramids. The darkness remained, but the ground was scattered in sand, while a sensual song played in the background. It had a sexy sound to it, and Rarity watched as another Applejack clone appeared, popping out from behind a pyramid. The clone walked with confidence, hips swaying left to right, a hump in the middle of her back.

Applejack’s body suddenly throbbed and morphed into a long cobra, skin bright pink, tongue sticking out as the snake hissed loudly. The cobra swayed its dainty body to the beat of the music, waving left to right slowly, sensually, all the while locking eyes with Rarity. The snake’s long body suddenly throbbed and turned into another Applejack clone, this one bright pink and dancing happily.

The new clone swayed her hips to the sexy beat, hips rotating in a slow manner. The Applejack clone belly danced skilfully, her body wrapped in a long, tight dress that clung to her dancing form. She shook her hips and her ass as if she was dancing for an audience, but Rarity was the only one watching. It was like this was her own personal show, and Rarity couldn’t deny that she was weirdly excited. She watched on as the clone rolled her body skilfully, all the while staring intently at Rarity. The pony blushed, looking away for only a second before staring back at Applejack. The clone’s dancing was strangely addictive.

The bubble clone sauntered over closer to Applejack, all the while she still danced. As she took each step she made sure to sway her hips, almost in an exaggerated manner. The way her body moved was hypnotising, and Rarity couldn’t help but feel completely overwhelmed. The dancing was intoxicating and inviting, and Rarity wondered when the Applejack clone had learned to dance like that.

The Applejack clone was only a couple metres in front of Rarity when she turned around, giving the observing pony a good view of her ass. It was already quite round, but the clone managed to force her backside to grow even more, stretching her bubble butt, right in front of Rarity’s face. Applejack’s silk dress covered her body, but Rarity still had a great view of the clone’s form.

As her flanks grew, the music in the background began to lower, but Rarity could barely concentrate on that with the clone in front of her. The silk dress, already quite thin, was straining against Applejack’s rapidly growing bubble butt and flanks. The clone bent over, her flanks right in the face of Rarity, the only thing the pony could see, and Rarity watched on with wide eyes.

The material couldn’t handle been stretched and pulled anymore, and it soon came apart at the seams, just as a deep bassoon note could be heard in the distance. The material fell to the floor and Rarity was excited about seeing the exposed clone, but she was instead left disappointed. Applejack was gone. She had completely disappeared.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Rarity dragged her eyes from the empty spot where the clone once was, looking over to the side. Something new had caught her attention. She saw a sea of yellow, with four long Applejack clones and their heads pointed upwards, their snouts stretched out to form trumpets. They played a proud tune, their bodies fused together at the sides to create a thick, long curtain. The trumpeting sounded almost introductory like, like the clones were playing the song to prepare rarity for something new. Rarity could see the stitching on their sides, showing where they had been stuck together. The curtain was soon right in front of Rarity, front and centre, and their trumpeting came to a halt. Their yellow bodies then ripped apart at the seams, putting an end to the thick curtain as their material like bodies fell apart.

A new Applejack cloned appeared, her cheeks all puffed out as she tried to inhale as much air as possible. Her chest was heaving as she took in long, strained breaths. She soon parted her lips slightly, pushing the air out loudly, letting a large, round bubble form. The bubble slowly changed colour, turning bright red, becoming bigger and bigger before it soon started to tremble. It wobbled in the air, looking ready to burst, and Rarity couldn’t help but wonder what new creatures she was about to come across.

The bubble shook and popped, revealing four red bubble clones of Big Macintosh. Rarity gasped at the sight of the clones, her eyes immediately being drawn to what was between their legs. Each clones sported heavy, thick cocks, bright red and dangling. They soon lined up right in front of Rarity, their bubble bodies all squishing together, all the while they each had a wide smile on their face. Deep bassoons played in the background, an insidious song playing, and Rarity could just sense that something sinister was coming.

The Big Macintosh clones took in long, deep breaths, their red chests sticking out and looking thick and full. They had stretched out their snouts to form trumpets, just like all the other clones, and they blasted a song right in her face. It was a tune she recognised, it was the one the four Applejack clones played when this nightmare had begun. As they played along, their cheeks became puffed up and full, their smiles and bright eyes fading.

They looked at Rarity with a look of determination, their eyes narrowed and their lips no longer in a smile. Inch by inch their bodies fell forward slightly, asses in the air, individual trumpets all being squished together. Their trumpets soon combined to create one singular trumpet bell, and it wobbled as they continued to play, just like a freshly blown bubble. As the seconds passed, the bubble soon settled down, the shaking coming to a stop, and it soon became solid and still.

The trumpet bell grew larger and larger, and managed to let out deep double bassoon notes. Rarity watched on as the trumpet bell continued to expand, and it became so wide that all she could see was the inside of it. She saw the deep, dark blackness of it, before it suddenly started to change colour. The trumpet bell went from the red colour of the clone’s skin to a bright gold one, looking just like a real trumpet. The trumpet bell shook violently, unable to grow anymore. It let out one long, unbroken bass note, looking like it couldn’t be pushed any further. The bell shook one last time before it came to an end, and a loud noise filled the air.

CRASH! Came the explosion, an ear-piercing noise signifying the end of the playing trumpet. It was left all torn to pieces, the opening ripped open wide. Out popped a long line of Big Macintosh clones, their hooves clomping on the ground as they marched slowly and ferociously. Their hard cocks hung beneath them and shook with each heavy step they took. When their hooves hit the ground, the double bassoon notes in the background seemed to match with their steps, as if they were working together. The notes would start off high, then get lower, lower, and lower, before the notes repeated over and over again. It was just like earlier, when the Applejack clones all escaped from the other destroyed trumpet bell.

They marched in a long, organised line, with a Big Macintosh at the front of the parade playing a new tune with his stretched-out trumpet. They soon formed a circle right around Rarity, whose eyes kept on wondering to their throbbing cocks, her cheeks getting red and hot. They completely took up the space around her, consuming every bit of room they could, their eyes locked on the blushing pony. They turned to look at her, watching the tiny Rarity and her wide eyes, repeating those same four declining notes repeatedly. As soon as that note escape their trumpets, their red bubble cocks suddenly started to widen. Their cocks became thick and longer, their lengths hardening, looking more veiny with each second that passed. The heads of their cocks swelled up even more, getting redder and brighter. Their cocks hardened and pointed higher into the air, meeting the tune that was playing. Their red balls swelled up, looking tight and round. Rarity wondered how full they were.

Soon it wasn’t just their cocks that had expanded. Their bodies overall grew in size. They became bigger and rounder, their limbs expanding and squishing up against each other. Their stomachs and chests grew, and their cocks kept up, growing longer and thick as well. The music they played had a deep sound to it, becoming louder, much more powerful sounding to the ears.

Every time the pattern of the notes started up again, their bodies grew even more. Rarity watched with her mouth agape, eyes stuck on the Big Macintosh clones and their huge, throbbing cocks. Inch by each they grew, their red cocks shooting up, becoming longer and thicker, throbbing and swelling up at the head.

The space they were in was small, and soon their bodies and limbs were pressed right up against each other. Their red bubble bodies were all squashed, trying to find some form of room. Rarity cowered slightly, the red clones surrounding her completely, taking up her space. All she could see was red, their wide bodies completely consuming her. There wasn’t a single space she could turn to, unable to escape their lengths. Their thick cocks were pointed straight at her face, and she eyed their leaking heads and gasped. They looked like they were about to explode at any second, and she was right in their way. No matter which way she turned, she would be absolutely drenched in their cum.

The dozens of clones performed a long, unbroken bass note, and made sure that it was loud and powerful. As they did this their huge, red cocks began to shake, trembling wildly as bulges could be seen forming in their lengths. The bulges looked full and round and were growing rapidly. The heads of their red cocks swelled, leaking even more now, and then it wasn’t just their bodies that were squeezed right up against each other. Their swelled-up cocks were squeezing together too, unable to find any room. Their cocks had grown to be thick and long, with veins covering their lengths, and their huge cocks had no room to breathe. Their cocks continued to grow, becoming wider and longer, taking up the little room that was left.

Rarity’s eyed darted left to right, her eyes stuck on the red cocks that surrounded her. There was nowhere for her to go. Everywhere she looked she saw the cocks belonging to Big Macintosh, their red, thick lengths, and their swelled-up heads. She turned her head only slightly, unable to make a move bigger than that, taking in the cocks around her. There were so many of them. She tried to count but she soon lost herself, unable to keep up. She had never seen so many in her life, so big and full. Their cocks just kept on growing and growing, rapidly becoming longer, their red balls getting fuller and rounder. Their balls were all swollen and looking ready to burst.

Rarity watched their throbbing cocks, biting her lip at the sight. She wanted to see what would happen to the clones, but at the same time, their bodies were growing so quickly and she was concerned what their cocks would do. They were going to cum, Rarity was certain. Their balls were way too heavy and swollen and the heads of their cocks were completely leaking, they just had to cum. She watched their throbbing cocks with wide eyes, just waiting for the explosion to come.

She knew it was going to be a big orgasm without a doubt. Had a pony ever cum this much? Had a pony ever had cocks so thick and full they almost looked like limbs? Rarity was certain no pony had ever had balls so swollen they looked like soccer balls. She was convinced that this would be the biggest orgasm in pony history, and she was right here, front and centre, about to witness it all, about to feel the Big Macintosh clones hit their peak and cover her with everything that was inside them. She felt both nervous and excited at the idea.

Their bodies shook wildly and Rarity was no longer able to escape the group of cocks. The Big Macintosh clones were pressed right up against her face, their red bubble cocks touching every part of her. She felt their cocks pressed up against her body, her legs, her face, with a couple of them right up against her lips. Their balls were touching her too, with a few pairs pressed tightly against her fur. She could feel the heat radiating off of them, and their leaky cocks smudged their liquid against her face. She shut her eyes, waiting for their orgasms, waiting for their cocks to explode with endless amounts of cum.

The bass notes came to a sudden halt, and they dropped, making Rarity open her eyes at the sudden change. The second she opened them, a loud noise hit her ears, the sound of the clones finally meeting their peak. Just as they came, and just as Rarity prepared herself to be covered in layers and layers of cum, her eyes opened yet again, and she wasn’t in the darkness anymore.

She sat up, confused, wondering where she was. She felt grass beneath her hooves and realised she was outside. The blackness had left, and there were no clones to be seen. She saw green hills and tall trees, and heard the sound of birds chirping not too far away. No loud music, no deep voices singing, no carbon copies of her friends. Everything seemed like it was back to normal.

Rarity shook her head wildly, the details of the dream not leaving her mind. There had been so many clones, so many bright colours, so many cocks… She couldn’t get the images out of her head. All she saw when she shut her eyes was the red, thick cock of Big Macintosh… His throbbing length and his swollen balls. She didn’t know how she could ever speak to him again!

She stretched her legs and took off back to her house, relieved that it was all a dream, but noting the butterflies in her stomach. As weird as it all was, Rarity strangely enjoyed the odd dream, even if it meant she could never look Big Macintosh in the eyes ever again…