A DAY AT THE BRONY CONVENTION

He had talked himself out of it.

There's no way she would go for him – she was way out of his league.

He frowns.

Bored and depressed, "Spike" sits at a lunch table across from three dull friends, head propped on one arm, drumming his fingers on fake wood. He had taken his mask off. His buddies hadn't even bothered to cosplay. They were fawning over their phones.

He was still horny.

– Whoa, hey, The Mango Sisters are here!!

– Really??

His friends were far too easily impressed by stupid, nerd-pandering big-titty pony cosplayers. Then again, with his hand still tingling from its momentary brush with that Pinkie Pie's chest, he really didn't have much liberty to judge.

– Damn, who's that Pinkie Pie though??

He looked up. One of his pals held up his phone for the others to see.

– What a slut! If you zoom in you can see her G-string...!

Suddenly, he was intrigued.

– Hey, let me see!

His buddy flipped the phone around for him to see. There, on The Mango Sisters' IG, was a group photo of all 6 main ponies, apparently taken at this very convention. The busty sisters struck an aloof pose near the center of the shot, cooly flaunting their Rainbow Dash & Applejack cosplays with coy, studied professionalism. A middle-school-aged Rarity, an unremarkably-figured Fluttershy, and a mildly-attractive Twilight Sparkle barely registered – his gaze was ensnared by the brazenly suggestive pose of the Pinkie Pie cosplayer. Her brash, teasing display of elbow-compressed cleavage seemed to taunt his libido. She was winking at the camera.

– D-does she have an Instagram?

– Yeah, they link to it... "@growingpony7". Yeesh, good handles must be getting hard to come by these days... Wow, she's only got 1,200 followers...! And here I thought she was a pro cosplayer doing a guest spot...

He whips out his phone, Googling her username instantly. A handful of threads on creepy niche subreddits and tumblr blogs pop up, along with her Instagram profile. He promptly follows her and begins to browse her most recent uploads.

In her newest pics, she's cosplaying Rarity.

An incredibly sexy Rarity.

Posing in unbelievably compromising positions.

The newest one was uploaded mere seconds ago.

His hand twitches involuntarily.

It dreams.

***

Elsewhere, the busty anthropomorphic apparition answering to "Rarity" bids farewell to yet another lovely admirer, having just posed for the umpteenth time.

These bronies' requests just keep getting stranger! That last gentleman invited me to feign crushing his skull with my high heels whilst cackling maniacally... most unusual! Earlier, a bearded gentleman simply demanded that he photograph me licking a chocolate popsicle and stuffing my face with hamburgers from the food stand (which he himself delightfully purchased for just for me!)... I suppose I must have been quite famished, as I simply could not help myself from eating as many as possible! My body must require the extra energy for some purpose... Afterwards, I was mortified to discover spots of ketchup had dripped down onto my, er... busom... I cleansed it posthaste, of course, hopefully before anypony else could see... But the strangest request I have received has got to be that band of four friends that were so thoroughly impressed by my coiffure that they wished to douse my mane with a bucket of water! Imagine such a thing!

That particular request I steadfastly refused...

Then they requested that I don an attractive Japanese schoolgirl uniform for a few photos.

I eagerly accepted!

Without warning, a provocative fantasy flashes itself upon her receptive mind like an involuntary satellite transmission. She's pressing her bulging busom passionately against the sinewy torso of an absurdly tall & muscular Spike the Dragon, writhing in carnal ecstasy. Grinning mischievously, he liberates the straps of her dress, ardently exposing the succulent melons of her pillowy breasts. Snarling suddenly with a ravenous hunger, he buries his face into her right breast, breathlessly suckling, gnawing, groping the other wildly with his right hand, jubilant at last to fuse with its dearest domical desire. Her pussy saturated with the pleasure radiating from her supersensitive chest, she whimpers and groans, only too terrifically thrilled to be the luscious moaning owner of her feral, potent partner's playthings.

The vision evaporates.

I'm standing here at the juncture of two aisles. I've been standing here for two whole minutes, animately fondling my own tits. One of my dress straps has slipped from my shoulder, partially exposing my satin bra. My nipples jut out angrily, easily visible through both layers of clothing. I'm drooling a little bit.

A small crowd has gathered. Some are taking videos with their phones.

A con staff member approaches.

– Excuse me Ma'am, but I'm, uh, gonna have to ask you to leave if you cannot behave appropriately while present on the convention floor. This hotel has very graciously allowed our organization to make use of its facilities, and we have pledged ourselves in good faith to maintain an, er, wholesome environment for all ages. I don't know what kind of event you thought you were attending, but you're gonna have to take your attention-seeking internet meme aspirations someplace else... do I make myself clear?

– Um...

A few bystanders begin to replay their phone's footage of the episode. I can hear myself moaning in rich desperation of sexual euphoria. My cheeks redden.

– Well??

I run.

***

I'm back in the womens' room.

I'm leaning over the sink, chanting my real name over & over again like a mantra.

– My name is Stephen... My name is Stephen... My name is Stephen...

...

I fucked up bad this time.

I have to maintain a constant vigilance of focus.

If I fuck up again, my very personality could be erased for good.

– My, my! Aren't we looking glamorous this afternoon!

My blood runs cold. It's that voice again.

– Well, are you just going to hole yourself up in bathrooms all day? You've got fans waiting out there, anxious to see you!

Get lost! I'm trying to focus.

I grit my teeth and cross my arms angrily... unintentionally pushing my boobs up in the process.

– Aww, what's the matter, are your big boobies getting in the way? Is crossing your little arms and making your pouty face getting tougher?

Seething with frustration & embarrassment, I drop my arms to my side. My tits wobble back to their natural position.

– You're never changing back into a man again, you know. You can give up on that futile little pipe dream right now! Why don't you just embrace the ample benefits of this new life you've been given?

Though I hate to admit it, she has a point. I don't know any sure-fire methods of returning to my former male state. It's not like I had all that much going for me back then, either – hadn't I just been wallowing in incel-type self-pity all morning anyways? At least in this body, people seem to actually respect me as a sexual being!

In the mirror, my hands trace the opulent curves filling out my velvet dress.

Heck – with this body, I could make some money!

Cash. Gold. Diamonds.

I start to drool a little.

I give one of my HH cups a tiny shake with my hand. It quivers succulently.

With boobs like these, maybe I could be a camgirl... or a Twitch streamer...!

Holding an invisible Xbox controller tightly under my cleavage , I practice my introduction:

– Welcome back, my beautiful darlings, to another episode of "Rarity Plays"...!

My voice sounds exactly like Rarity's. I could make a killing in the brony market!

– The game I'll be playing today is simply divine; it's called...

...

My mind draws a blank. What sort of games would I play? Hm...

Meh. With tits this big, and the foolproof built-in niche appeal of being a real-life Rarity, who cares?? I could play Pong all day and people would watch by the thousands... as long as I said stuff like darling and simply divine a lot and jiggled around a bit...

I dig my smartphone out from my purse and open the Instagram app, eager to shoot a quick video announcing my plans.

7692 new followers...!

How...?

I Google my username. A video of me moaning & feeling myself up has been uploaded to a popular tumblr blog called "Busty Cosplay Sluts" and spread like wildfire from there to every imaginible corner of the internet, including multiple "busty naturals"-type subreddits. On every page, my Instagram is linked.

I'm a viral sensation!!

I give myself a little hug and emit a little squee of triumph.

– Eeeee...!

...

What am I doing??

No.

Focus.

I need to get out of this convention and seek help. Medical help. Psychiatric help. Maybe a priest.

I'm leaning over the sink, chanting my real name over & over again like a mantra.

– My name is Stephen... My name is Stephen... My name is Stephen...

That cruel little voice in my head interrupts.

– Oh "Steeeeeeeeephen"... Don't you have somewhere you need to be right now?

I look at the time on my phone. It's 2 o'clock.

My goodness! I'm late..!!