Roll of Fate

“Go on, ladies!” Rob said. “Spin the wheel! Or rather, roll the dice, as the case may be!”

Rarity continued to adjust to her new, large, sensitive breasts.

"Ooh," Rarity moaned, digging her fingers into her breasts.

"Rarity!" Rainbow Dash shouted. "Stop fondling yourself and get a move so we can beat this stupid game!"

"Oh, she can't!" Rob said. "Her turn's ended, remember? Until it is her turn again, or somebody causes an event that affects the board, and in turn affects her, she is free to fondle herself as much as she wishes."

Rainbow harrumphed.

"Rainbow Dash," Rob bowed. "It is your turn."

"Good." A die appeared in Dash's hand. "Let's get this over with." She shook the die hard and tossed it onto the floor, where it landed with four spaces, putting her just behind Rarity.

"Great," Dash grumbled. "Now I get to watch Rarity fondle herself up close."

"An envious view, to be sure," Rob said smarmily, making Rainbow Dash to roll her eyes.

"I can't exactly stop myself, darling," Rarity said with a blush, running her fingers over her nipples. "Ooh ... maybe I can." She grunted and held her breath. With some effort, she pried her hands away from her boobs. "Gah! Oh, that was harder than I would've expected."

"You want hard?" Rob said. "I can give you-"

"Ah," Rarity held her finger. "Stop talking right there."

"I suppose that was a touch out of line," Rob admitted. "Rainbow, if you'll move?"

"Thank you, finally," Rainbow said. She walked four blocks, a scroll appearing in front of her as it happened for Rarity.

"What's it say?" Pinkie Pie asked curiously.

"My options are ... a centaur, a nymph, or a succubus," Dash read out. She stuck out her tongue and gagged. "Bleh. I don't like any of those options."

"Well, sorry," Rob said, floating into the air. "But I'm afraid you have to pick one."

"Let's ... go with the succubus," Dash closed her eyes and tapped her finger to the option. The scroll disappeared.

The bottom of Rainbow's feet stretched and turned into cloven hooves. Her legs developed a slight inward bend to them, and her muscles became toner than before. Her wings turned large, black, and bat-like. Her shirt turned black before shrinking and changing into a corset that hugged her growing breasts, which expanded in size, though not the extent Rarity had. A blue tail ending in a heart shape popped out from behind her, and curly ram horns on her head.

Dash gave her wings a light flap, testing their functionality. "Well, at least I've still got my wings."

The ground shook beneath her.

"What's that?" Dash asked.

Rob laughed heartily. "Oh my! It seems we've triggered an Event!"

"An Event?" Dash asked. "What does that mean, an Event?"

"Rob, you didn't explain anything about an Event to us," Twilight said.

"Oh, didn't I? Terribly sorry. It must have slipped my mind. I can't think why ..." he glanced over at Rarity. "But yes, on occasion, at random, or when somebody lands on a space that triggers it, an Event can happen."

"And what happens in an event?" Twilight asked.

"Oh, almost anything," Rob answered. "You can get new Traits. You can change Traits around. You can get a Wish. Or ..."

The ground rumbled again, and a giant, amorphous blob of green appeared from the skin, landing on the lines separate Rarity and Rainbow Dash's spaces from each other.

"You can end up fighting a monster, either on your own with a friend!" Rob said. "Since Rarity is next to the space Dash is on, she can help Rainbow Dash deal with the creature. Oh, I wonder how our two lovely ladies will get out of this sticky situation! Let's watch." He rolled himself over in the air, stretching out to watch.

"Hi-yah!" Dash gave the slime a kick with her hoof, causing slime drops to splatter on the ground. Dash couldn't tell if she had injured it or not. "Rarity, you gonna help with this?"

"Don't expect me to be much of help," Rarity said. "A lady does not fight."

Dash sighed. "Fine. I'll do it myself." She jumped and gave the slime a roundhouse kick, but the slime was prepared this time. It drew back, curling its body into a slope shape, which caused Rainbow's kick to bounce off and send her tumbling back into her space.

"Oh, no no," Rob said. "That's no good. This game is supposed to be about supporting the spirit of friendship! Think, Rarity, think. Is there anything you can do to help Rainbow Dash?"

"I'm not sure there is, Rob," Rarity said.

"Oh, come now," Rob drifted himself in front of Rarity. "There must be something you can do ..." his eyes rolled lazily towards her chest, and Rarity got the hint.

Dash gave the slime another kick which proved fruitless. The slime gurgled as if were mocking her.

"Are you ... laughing* at me?" Dash asked. "That does it! Nobody mocks the Dash and gets away with it! Hi-yah!" Dash kicked the slime again, but this only resulted in getting her foot stuck inside. "Um ..."

"Oh, yoo-hoo! Mister slime creature, sir!" Rarity called. "Would you like a treat? I have some delectable eye candy here for you!" She jiggled her breasts, swaying them left to right, her tits rippling from the motion.

The slime gurgled eagerly and moved towards Rarity, letting Rainbow Dash get her hoof free.

Rainbow growled. Adopting a different tact, she spread her wings and flew up, giving the slime a smack on its head-equivalent with her tail. This produced a large splash of slime guts, and Dash figured she had found its weak spot.

Dash continued whaling on it with her tail, sending slime bits everywhere. The slime didn't seem to mind, too taken in by Rarity's jiggle show to care. It got smaller and smaller as Dash beat more and more of its body down, spreading slime drops all over the area. Eventually it shrunk to the size of a mouse, and Dash gave one it final lash with her tail, ending it.

"Alright!" Dash said. "Good job, Rarity!"

They had successfully vanquished the slime, though Rarity was now distracted with fondling her tits again. Dash scoffed.

"Bravo, ladies, bravo!" Rob clapped. "Excellent teamwork! Though I might recommend getting out of those spaces before that slime tries to regenerate itself. I might, but I won't, since you can't move again until your turns. Who's next? Applejack, I think it was?"

Applejack crossed her arms. "No."

"No?" Rob said. "What do you mean, no?"

"I mean, no," Applejack said. "I ain't moving. I ain't rolling no dice, and I ain't moving."

"But you have to!" Rob said. "It's the rules of the game! The game that you, or at least, your friends, agreed to!"

"My answer is no," Applejack said. "Y'all ain't gonna get me caught up in all that pervy stuff you're putting Rarity and Rainbow through."

Rob went over to Applejack, fuming and shaking his fists. "You have to do something!"

"I ain't gotta do squat. If playing your game causes all these changes, then I don’t want to play."

Rob shook his fists again. He took a deep breath, pushing his hand outward in a gesture Twilight’s former babysitter would soon teach her. “Would you like to pass on your turn, Applejack?”

Applejack considered the option.

“Applejack, please,” Twilight said, “we don’t know what kind of threats we might face in the future that would cause Rob to come back in time like this. We need to find out. I know it’s unpleasant, but please make a move. The sooner you move and make progress, the faster we can get out of here. Besides, we need to get back so we can deal with Nightmare Moon!”

“Will y’all shut up about Nightmare Moon?” Applejack snapped.

“Normally, I might be inclined to pop into Twilight’s defense here, but I must agree it’s quite agitating,” Rob said. “Nightmare Moon will be taken care of, as all things will. Time is frozen in all of Equestria. Nothing will happen there until we finish the game.”

“Fine,” Applejack said. “I’ll roll. Hand me a dice, Rob.”

“Die,” Rob said.

“Beg your pardon?”
“The singular form of dice is die,” Rob explained as he placed the die in Applejack’s hands. Applejack rolled the die, landing a three, and moved ahead that many spaces. She was given a selector to choose from.

“What’s it say?” Pinkie Pie asked, pushing Twilight out of the way. “What’s it say?”

Applejack didn’t answer, merely picking a selection. The selector disappeared.

“Aw, I wanted to know what it said!” Pinkie Pie deflated.

“Doesn’t matter,” Applejack said. “I went with “birthing hips,” cus I’ve always kind of admired a lady bold enough to be thick and not let the world stop her, and I know I can handle it.” She grunted as her pants were ripped apart by her thighs growing to a considerable size, embiggening and thickening up to where they looked like they were made of gourmet cakes glued to her pelvis.

Rainbow Dash’s ears pricked up, interested in what Applejack was saying about thick hips for her own personal future reference.

“Excellent, excellent,” Rob said. “Now, it’s Pinkie Pie’s turn next, correct?”

“Ooh! Ooh! Do me! Do me!” Pinkie said, jumping and down, her mane and tail bouncing.

“I will, just be patient. Be patience itself,” Rob flew over to her and gave her the die. Pinkie Pie shook it in her hands with the wild energy only a Pinkie Pie could muster, she hurled the die onto the game mat.

“Four!” Pinkie read aloud, reading the die. She moved that many spaces, putting herself in between Rarity and Applejack. As expected, a selector appeared.

Pinkie Pie examined the options carefully. “Ooh, these are a lot of good ones! I think I’ll go with … this one!” Pinkie pressed her finger forcefully to a selection. A cloud of purple smoke rose from the ground beneath her feet, enveloping her. She coughed and hacked, breathing it in. When the smoke disappeared, she was wearing a blue nurse costume. A costume, because no nurse dressed the way Pinkie was now, with a low cut exposing her cleavage, a short skirt showing her off legs, and a tight outfit hugging her curves.

Twilight averted her gaze in disgust. The medical profession deserved better than to be debased for perverted fantasy in this fashion.

“Whoo!” Pinkie jumped into the air, clacking her high-heeled shoes together. “Let’s have some fun! Hey, Rarity, you want to come in for a checkup?”

“I think I’m fine, dear, thank you,” Rarity said awkwardly. She too averted her gaze and tried to resist her growing desire to resume fondling her boobs.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Rarity?” Rob teased, hovering around. “Don’t you have some things in need of attention? Some, big round, jiggly, soft things?”

“Round, jiggly, soft ...yes!” Rarity gave in, running her palms over the topside of her tits before collecting herself. “I mean, no, no, I don’t.”

“Pity,” Rob said, clearly hoping to see a show. “Who’s next?”

"Aw, come on, Rarity!" Pinkie jumped onto the board, splaying out her limbs and pressing her boobs down hard against the earth, making them go squish. "It'll be fun! Come to me, you busty beauty!"

"I'd really rather not," Rarity said.

"As much as I long to see the two of you compare sizes with each other, Rarity is spared. Neither of you can move right now until it’s your turn again, and either Rarity will have to move backwards - which can be done only under conditions - or Pinkie Pie will have to catch up with her. Now," Rob clapped his hands. The die sprouted wings and flew into his grasp. He balled his fist around it like a baseball and hurled it at Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight fretted for a moment, not sure how to react to the projectile streaking towards her at striking speed. Her legs went wobbly.

"Come on, Twi!" Rainbow Dash said. "You gotta catch it!"

"Catch that thing?" Twilight said. "Are you crazy? There's no way! It's moving too fast!"

"You don't play a lot of sports, do you?" Dash asked with a coolness Twilight felt was not deserved in this situation.

"For your information, I don't!" Twilight answered. "I've ... barely been out of my observatory for so long." Twilight started feeling sad, almost lapsing into a reflective self-pity that might have done her some good, had she not broken out of it by remembering there was a speeding die hurling towards it.

"Just reach your hand up and grab it," Dash demonstrated, stretching out her arm and snapping her fingers around thin air. "Like that. It's a small die, Twi, your palm can deal with it! It's just a ball, Twilight, that's all it is!"

"Just a ball," Twilight repeated. Rob looked on the verge of deciding whether or not he should intervene.

"Okay," Twilight said, "I can do this. I've played ball at least." With a fearful grunt, Twilight thrust her hand into the air, trying to catch the die without letting her fear show. She closed her eyes as she moved forward, clenching her hand into a fist when she felt a sharp, angular pain strike the center of her palm.

Twilight blearily opened an eye. "Did I get it? Did I catch it?" She uncurled her fingers slowly, her eyes turning starry when she saw she had caught the die in her hand. "I did it! Do you see this, Rainbow Dash? I did it!"

"You did!" Rainbow Dash and the others all gave Twilight a well-deserved round of applause.

"Bravo, ladies, bravo!" Rob said. "What wonderful friendship! What fantastic cooperation! Oh, you're all going to make such a ... wonderful team in just a few years' time!" He a wiped tear that was forming on his face. Why, just a few months from now, you'll..." Rob caught himself. "Well, I really shouldn't say."

Twilight raised and waved her arm, showing off her catch for the others. She waved too enthusiastically, and the die fell out of her hand, dropping by her ankle.

Dash did a facepalm.

"Oops," Twilight said. "That doesn't count as my roll, does it?"

"Depends," Rob said cheekily, "do you want it to?"

"No!" Twilight insisted. Dash facepalmed again. Twilight hadn't even checked the roll to see whether or not it was any good before deciding to throw it away.

"Come on, Twilight!" Dash said, throwing her hands in the air. "You could've totally taken advantage of that!"

"I'd prefer to roll under my own terms, Rainbow Dash,"Twilight answered. She reached down to pick up the die, but it poofed and reappeared in her hand. She shook it firmly and tossed it, earning herself a four for her troubles.

Four spaces. Right up around where Pinkie Pie was, some distance away from all the others.

Twilight examined the board, observing the spaces she would move through. To calm her nerves, she calculated the rough square area of each space, then extrapolated from that information to calculate the size of the board. She concluded it was a medium size board, but with Rob's magic, who knows? It might stretch on into infinity for all she knew.

"Come along, Twilight Sparkle," Rob said with impatience. "Get a move on now."

"I don't want to," Twilight said, admitting to how she scared was more than she really wanted to. She had to put up a brave front or she'd do a disservice to her title as Celestia's student and Canterlot envoy to Ponyville.

Rob sighed. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you, I promise. No hurt will come to any of you. How many times do I have to say it before you believe me? Nothing will be done to you that cannot be undone with a snap of my fingers."

"Oh, really?" Applejack said. "A bit like how Rarity isn't hurt?"

"You think she's hurt?" Rob asked, sounding plainly offended, putting a hand to his chest as if Applejack had pierced him with an arrow. "Look at her! A little uncomfortable, sure, a little embarrassed, maybe, but look! Absolutely no pain whatsoever. Isn't that right, Rarity?"

"Well," Rarity said, "not exactly true, darling. These ... huge, heavy tits-" Rarity moaned breathily, becoming distracted with the sight of her gorgeous oversized cleavage. She caught herself and cleared her throat. "They have begun to be a bit of a sore on my back."

Rob grumbled something under his breath and snapped his fingers. Rarity straightened up, gaining an immediate improvement to her posture.

"Oh, why thank, darling!" Rarity rubbed her back. "I'm not sure what you did, but it feels as right as rain!"

"Good. Great," Rob snarled, before turning back to Twilight. "Now, if we can pick up where we left off," Rob descended and landed next to the start space, bowing to Twilight and thrusting his arms out in an open gesture towards the spaces on the board. "Please, take a few step forward, Twilight Sparkle. Take a step forward on your new destiny!"

"Well, okay," Twilight said. "If you insist."

"I do," Rob said. "Look at your friends. They're fine, aren't they? And they all went ahead of you. Nothing bad will happen to you when you take a step, and nothing will happen to you at all until you land. So, please, move."

Twilight hesitantly swung her leg forward and stepped out of the start area. When she managed to pass the line separate start and the first tile on the board, she gave an uneasy smile to Rob.

"See? You're not bursting into flames or being consumed by slime or anything!" Rob encouraged her. "Now, go on, take the next step."

Twilight did take the next, and the next, eventually reaching her destination. She awkwardly passed Pinkie on the way and managed to say hi, despite her dislike of Pinkie and her antics, especially the nurse outfit.

"Hi," Twilight waved to her.

"Hi!" Pinkie waved back and tried to draw Twilight's attention to her cleavage, poking her breasts with her fingers and giving Twilight an inviting look. Twilight, however, walked onward past her, focusing on getting to her spot.

“Oh, poo,” Pinkie crossed her arms. “Nobody here ever wants to have any real fun.”

“You’ll get your chance soon, I’m sure, Pinkie Pie,” Rob assured her, walking over to her and patting her on the back. “Would you like me to rub some lotion on your back while I’m here?”

“Ooh, sure!”

“Don’t do it, Pinkie!” Applejack called. “It’s probably a trap. It’ll seem like good deal at first, but you know what I bet will happen? He’ll send you right back to square one on the board.”

Pinkie frowned. She looked up at Rob with disappointment, feeling even sadder when she saw that Rob had already got a handful of lotion out from a bottle into his palm.

“Sorry, Rob,” Pinkie pushed herself up to her feet, “Applejack’s probably right and she’s my friend. I’d rather take her advice.”

Rob clenched one hand into a fist. He slapped the lotion onto Pinkie’s back, leaving a smear of paste on the center of the blue dress. Pinkie reached behind her and worked on scooping the lotion off. The wet sensation felt uncomfortable on her back without someone to rub the lotion in properly.

“Really, now, girls,” Rob said, stomping away, “I’m beginning to get quite upset that you still don’t trust me. Have I lied to you? Have I told you a single thing that’s turned out to be untrue since the game started?”

“I mean,” Applejack said, thumbing her chin, “I guess, truth be told, y’all really haven’t …”

“You guess?” Rob snarled, jumping into the air.

“Excuse me!” Twilight called. “Mister Rob, sir, I thought it was my turn? Why are you antagonizing Applejack? I might need some help on what to do.”

“Ah …” Rob sighed. “You are right, Miss Sparkle. I apologize for losing my temper. I’m sorry. It’s just that trust issues are a sensitive subject for me. They’re going to be quite a sore spot in the future between you and I, you know.”

“They’re kinda sore now,” Applejack said.

“Why you-!”

“Rob, my help?” Twilight said. She looked at Applejack and mouthed nice going! Applejack had nearly ruined her efforts to be diplomatic so she could get Rob to calm down.

“Of course, yes,” Rob floated over to Twilight. “What do you need help with, Twilight?”

“Well, nothing yet,” Twilight said, “I haven’t landed on my space.” She walked ahead a few paces, traversing the squares.

“Ah,” Rob floated besides her, “so when you said you might need help, what you were really doing was trying to get me away from Applejack before I let my temper flare out of control. Smart girl.” Rob rolled causally around in the air. “That’s why you’re the leader of the group.”

“I’m not the leader,” Twilight insisted, “and they’re not my group.”

“One, yes you are, and two, they will be,” Rob said. “But anyways, let’s see what you’ll come up with, Miss Sparkle.”

Twilight finished landing on her space. Shaking things up to keep it entertaining, the space developed a hole at Twilight’s feet, from which the scroll selector shot up out of the ground, coming within inches of smacking Twilight in the chin. Twilight dodged backwards when she saw the projectile flying at her and glared at Rob.

“What?” Rob said. “I have to keep it visually interesting for you! You wouldn’t want to all be bored to sleep, do you?”

“Actually, a nap sounds pretty good by now,” Dash said.

“Y’all nap so much I wonder if you’re one of them narcoleptics, Rainbow Dash,” Applejack said.

“Applejack!” Rarity snapped. “Narcolepsy is a serious condition, and I’ll thank you not to make light of it by comparing it to Rainbow Dash’s sloth! Apologize!”
“To who?” Applejack demanded. “You don’t have it, do ya?”

“Is it always like this with these three?” Twilight wondered aloud.

“They’ll get better, as with most things, especially cheese, with time,” Rob said, producing a platter of a variety of cheeses and dumping it onto the ground, where the board opened up hungry mouth to consume.

“I have a cousin with the issue,” Rarity said, “and it’s quite a bother for them!”

Applejack brought her hat over her chest, humbled. “I’m sorry, Rarity. I should have been more sensitive than that.”

“Now, Twilight, no more distractions,” Rob said. He grabbed the selector as it fell back down, snatching it from its mid-air descent, and unfolded it for Twilight to read. “Which Trait will you choose?”

Twilight ran her finger down the edge of the paper. Ram’s horns, Siren’s voice, and Succubus tail were the options.

Twilight bit down on her fingernails, not sure which one to pick. “What do I choose?”

“Would you like to phone a friend?” Rob offered. His head turned into a red telephone with a wide base.

“I would,” Twilight picked the telephone up. It produced a ringing noise, and phones appeared next to Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, Applejack and Fluttershy. They obliged and answered the ringing phones, but after they put the devices to their ears, the phones all disappeared, turning into purple smoke. The smoke lifted up into the air and merged together, reforming into Rob.

“Oh, the phones are just for show. Everyone can you hear you just fine, Twilight,” Rob said. “Go on. Speak.”

“What should I pick, girls?” Twilight asked. “I have siren’s voice, succubus tail, and ram’s horns for options.”

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said. “Those all sound very intimidating.”

“If it were me, darling, I would choose the siren’s voice,” Rarity said. “Based on my experience with these,” she gestured to her oversized breasts, “the less physical changes you have to go through, the better.”

“Anyone else?” Twilight asked.
Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Pinkie Pie shrugged.

“Although, you know,” Dash whipped her tail about, “a succubus tail isn’t that bad, all things considered.” She flexed her wings and gestured to the corset she now wore.

Twilight looked back and forth between Dash and Rarity as she mulled over which choice she should pick.

“If it’s too much for you,” Rob said into her ear, “I can always make the decision for you.”

“No. No,” Twilight waved her hand and put her foot down. “I’ve made up my mind, Rob, and you can’t change it. I’ll be going with the siren’s voice.”

Rob wiped away a tear. “See? Look at you! I’m so proud of you. That’s the kind of deciviness and determination that will make you a great leader one day!”

“Yeah, well…” Twilight wasn’t what to think of it. She pressed her finger to the scroll and picked the siren’s voice. The selector gave off a flash like the one from photography cameras, blinding Twilight with the light for a moment, and she stumbled backwards.

Blinking and clearing her vision, Twilight felt something around her neck. Checking the item over, she saw it was a black choker with a red gem set inside it. “What’s this?”

“That is a siren’s necklace,” Rob said. “The siren’s voice is contained inside. With this, Twilight, you can compel people and make them do anything you want them to.”

“That sounds evil,” Twilight said.

“Evil? Yes, perhaps a little evil,” Rob said, “but the game will get more difficult as it goes on, so you may find yourself in a bad situation where you wish you could just tell the enemies to stop attacking you.”

“Enemies?” Twilight asked. “You mean there’ll be more monsters like that slime?”

“Oh, yes,” Rob rested his head on his arms and backpedaled through the air, swimming in the air idly around Twilight. “Lots more, in fact. Why don’t you go ahead and give your new ability a test run, just to make sure you’ve got the hang of it before you really need it?”

“Okay,” Twilight cupped the gem. “How do I do that?”

“Just … ask your friends to do something,” Discord said. “Something they wouldn’t want to do normally. Tell Rainbow to eat less hay fries. Tell Rarity to be unfashionable. Ooh! I know. Let’s a little spice. Tell them all to masturbate.”
“I’m not going to tell them to masturbate!” Twilight clenched the gem in anger. In doing so, she activated the gem’s powers and caused it to affect her friends.

“Masturbate,” Rainbow Dash said as a green mist swirled around her ankles. “Yes.” She stripped, taking off her pants, and started fingering herself.

Rarity did similar, rubbing at one nipple with one hand while sticking the other down her pants while giggling deliriously to herself. Pinkie Pie laid down on her back while sticking her hands inside her pants, placing fingers inside and playing with her vagina, tilting her head back and moaning. Applejack bit her lip and grimaced, finding the idea ridiculous, but unable to fight the compulsion in her head telling her to jill off. Fluttershy moaned softly and quietly, not wanting anybody to look at her while she engaged in such raunchy behavior, though she fingered herself with enough vigor to match any one of the rest of them.

“No!” Twilight said. “This isn’t what I wanted! Stop!”

“Stop what, darling?” Rarity asked. “Loving ourselves? Because I will tell you, I can’t stop doing that anymore than you can stop going on about Nightmare Moon!”

“Nightmare Moon!” Twilight thought. “I’d completely forgotten about her! How long we have been playing this game?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Rob said, “you’ve been playing long enough. Forget about her again, Twilight Sparkle. It looks you’re going to have be a little more specific if you want your friends to follow your commands. Try again.”

Twilight held the gem, staring it and trying to come up with a plan. “Everybody, stop masturbating!” She waved her hands in a dramatic gesture.

At once, everyone seemed to realize what they were doing was not suitable for public consumption. They all pulled their hands away from their crotches.

“I …” Rarity examined her hand. “I didn’t realize I had even started.”

“And there you go!” Rob said. “That’s the power of the siren’s voice!”

Twilight clutched at the gem nervously. This siren voice was incredibly powerful, and as she learned under Celestia’s tutelage, power was best used wisely. She’d also learned from her history books that absolutely power corrupts absolutely, and she wondered if she’d be strong enough to resist the temptation to have a bunch of hopelessly devoted servants, totally under her control and obeying every word she said without question. The thought made Twilight shiver. She hoped she would lose this Trait soon, or at least by the end of the game.

“Chin up, Twilight,” Rob assured her, patting her on the back as if he had sensed her thoughts. “You’ll be fine. I know you will.” He produced a bowler hat, tipped it, then floated into the air.

"Now, I do believe it is the lovely miss Fluttershy's turn to roll next?"

"Is it?" Fluttershy asked.

"Well, I say it is, and that's good enough. Rrrroll, if you please! If you're comfortable, that is," Rob bowed.

A die appeared in Fluttershy's hand.

"Ooh, here goes!" Fluttershy shook the die in both hands before tossing them. "Oh, I can't watch!" She covered her eyes as the die landed. "What's it say? What does it say?"

"It say five," Rainbow Dah said. "Gee, Fluttershy, take a chill pill."

"Rainbow!" Applejack chided.

"What?" Dash said. "Girl needs to lighten up."

"And you need to be a little more considerate of other ponies' general anxieties, as you will in time," Rob said, interrupted. "It's alright, Fluttershy. Go ahead and just move five spaces."

Fluttershy uncovered her face. She nervously raised her leg to take a step forward, biting her lip and shivering the whole time.

"Oh, I can't do it!"

"It's okay," Rob appeared next to her. "Take your time. Nothing bad will happen to you. No harm will come. You have my word." Rob placed a hand over his chest.

"O-okay," Fluttershy said. "Um, will you help me?"

"I'd be honored," Rob took Fluttershy's hand.

"Oh, please!" Rainbow shouted. "Drop the Prince Charming act!"

"Hey!" Rarity shouted, something finally pulling her attention away from her own breasts. "Why does Fluttershy get the Prince Charming act and I don't? I'm just as deserving of it as her!"

Rob ignored both of them, guided Fluttershy as she took a step forward, crossing the space.

"This isn't so bad," Fluttershy said.

"It's not, isn't it?" Rob said. "Come on. Let's do one more. You're almost there."

Rob helped Fluttershy to her landing place. Another roulette appeared before Fluttershy, just as it had done for Rarity.

"So, um, what do I do here?" Fluttershy asked.

"Look at your options, then decide which Trait you want to have," Rob said.

"Okay." Fluttershy leaned over, giving Rob a view of her behind which he greatly appreciated, though he tried not to let it show.

"A dryad, a centaur, or a satyr," Fluttershy read off. "Hmm, I don't know ... those are all good choices. I think."

"Well, you know," Rob said, "if you became a dryad, it's almost like becoming part tree."

Fluttershy gasped in delight and turned to Rob. "Oh! Is it really? I've always wondered what it would be like to be a tree. To be so still and quiet, at one with nature, and have the birds build their nests on my branches and listen to them singing all day long."

"Yeah, and have them use you as a toilet, having squirrels dig into you, wolves ... you know. Trust me, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I've tried it, I should know. You're immobile, you can't move! But as a dryad, you can move, and grow plants out of your shoulders - it's all the benefits of being a tree with none of the downsides!"

"I think I would like to be that, then," Fluttershy said, and she touched the button. Sparkles of green light appeared and circled around her body, traveling from her feet to her head, changing her clothes and her body as the light traveled up. Her clothes were changed to a brown dress, ivy appeared and wrapped around on her legs and arms like stockings, and rose buds bloomed on her shoulder blooms.

"Oh my," Fluttershy cupped the rose bud and gave it a sniff. "That smells lovely."

"I should hope so," Rob bowed. "Why don't you pluck one off to give to your friends? It won't hurt, and it'll grow back."

Fluttershy did as Rob as suggested, plucking the rose from her back. As he said, it didn't hurt, and she could already feel the rose on her body beginning to bud again.

Rainbow Dash gagged. "Come on already! I want to get to my turn!"

"So rude," Rob said. "I should mention those roses also have gameplay benefits."

"Gameplay benefits?" Fluttershy asked.

"Yes. You can give it to a friend, and then they can use it to help themselves by masking smells or helping to concentrate."

"Ooh! Give me one of those!" Rainbow held her hand out.

"And if Rainbow Dash wants one, she is going to have to come to you, - you can't go to her because you need certain conditions to go backwards. And to do that, she is going to have to wait her turn."

Rainbow Dash quieted down, humbled, pursing her lips.

“Speaking of turns, it’s Rarity’s turn again!” Rob said cheerily, bobbing up and down in excitement. “I’m so excited. Let’s watch.”

“I’m not going to have to deal with another breast enhancement surgery, am I?” Rarity wondered bitterly as the die appeared in her hand.

“Oh, pfft,” Rob said. “Relax! They look great on you!”

“That’s not what I meant,” Rarity grumbled. She rattled the die, bouncing it between both hands, and rolled a three.

Rarity walked that many spaces, trying to ignore the hypnotic sway and jiggle of her breasts as she walked, trying to coax her into relaxing and give her attention to them like a seductive waterbed calling potential sleepers. She grunted, both from the weight and the effort of trying not to give her glamorous globes the attention they deserved.

“Go on, Rarity!” Rob encouraged her. “You’re doing great! And maybe you can give us a little show afterward you reach your space.” He hooked an arm around Pinkie’s shoulder, and they both smiled.

Rarity shot a glare at both of them. She reached her space, and the selector appeared before her. She read the options and her eyes went wide.

“What?” Rainbow Dash asked. “What’s it say?”

“It says I can choose between a rock star, pop star, or porn star. Ooh, the last of these is not like the others!” Rarity shuddered.

“Of all the rotten tricks …” Dash said. “Well, don’t choose porn star.”

“Naturally, darling!” Rarity said, pressing a finger to the selector. But her eyes were on Rainbow Dash, not the selector, so she pressed the porn star button instead of the pop star button like she had intended. “Oh no.”

“What?” Dash asked.

“I picked porn star instead because you distracted me!” Rarity shouted. “Rob, I would like to change my selection,”

“Too late,” Rob said. “Once you’ve made your selection, you can’t change it until you get something that will let you change a trait.”

“But … but … ooh, fine,” Rarity snapped and stomped her hoof. “Just get it over with it.”

The selector folded up. Rather than disappeared, it shapeshifted, coiling around itself over and over, altering in color and consistency, until it resembled a strong, erect dick with throbbing veins. The sight of it alarmed Rarity.

But she couldn’t do anything about it, at least not fast enough to stop it from rearing back like a scorpion stinger and jizzing all over her tits, soaking them with cum.

“Ooh!” Rarity moaned, enjoying it more than she thought she would. “It’s so hot and thick!”

Rarity swayed as the cum traveled down the sides of her jugs and down her body, washing over her clothes and changing them into more fitting clothes for a porn star - a pink, latex tube top that left her cleavage and midriff exposed, fishnet leggings, and high black heels.

The cock aimed itself upwards and fired again, cumming onto Rarity’s face. Rarity closed her eyes and turned away, leaving the cum to hit her neck, but the cum still enacted its transformative effect, making her lips a dark red and altering her eyeshadow to the point it appeared she had a perpetual bedroom eyes going on.

“Oh, fine,” Rarity groaned, looking down at herself. A small treasure chest appeared from thin and landed in her hands. “What’s this?” She opened it, pulling out a paper.

“Why, that’s a challenge!” Rob said. “Accept and complete the challenge, and you can get a free Wish.”

“Ooh!” Rarity said. She held the paper up. “The very thing we’re working for! I accept.”

“Mm, maybe should have read the fine print on that,” Rob said.

“Why?” Rarity asked.

The slime she and Rainbow Dash faced earlier appeared, reconstituting itself, though smaller this time. It wiggled and jiggled and wobbled, stretching its head towards Rarity. It didn’t touch her. Instead, it resculpted its head into a penis head and shot a load of spunk onto her tits, splattering her rack with even more cum than before.
Rarity sighed. She supposed she’d have to get used to this.

The slime nodded approvingly of the cum sliding around Rarity’s chest and sank into the board, disappearing.

A five-pointed representation of a star flew out of the challenge box and hovered over Rarity’s head.

“Congratulations!” Rob said. “You’ve won the challenge - and with it, you’ve won your very first Wish! So now, the question becomes what will you use it for?” Rob leaned forward, resting in the air and placing a hand under his chin. “Will you Wish to see a future threat to Equestria and how to beat it? Or will you decide to get rid of some of the changes you have that you maybe don’t like as much?”

Rarity looked down her ridiculously larger boobs, and up at her friends, who looked at her with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. Much of the outcome of the game was riding on what decision she made.