Twilight and Spike entered the library and looked around the front area. The entrance was a large spacious room. The ceilings were high and arched, and the floors were of a polished oak. On either side of the front entrance were long wooden benches with red felt cushions. On the wall opposite the double doors hung two tapestries; one with a sun design on it, and one with a crescent moon design on it. Beneath the tapestries sat a circular desk. The indigo-haired woman moved to the front desk, with the green-haired man close behind.

“Hellooo!” she called out. “Is anybody here?”

BING! Spike reached out and rang the bell sitting on the desk. BING! BING! BING! He rang it several more times.

Twilight grabbed his arm to stop him. “Spike, please. Don’t be rude.”

“What? That’s what these things are here for,” he said turning around. “Besides, it doesn’t look like anyone is even here.” He wasn’t wrong. The building appeared to be completely empty. Not only that, but it seemed as if it had been abandoned for a few years now. Dust covered practically every flat surface, and there didn’t seem to be any lights on. Spike wiped some of the dust off the desk and found an old comic book lying there. He picked it up and read the title aloud. “’The Adventures of Solara and Lunexa’?” The front cover featured two rather endowed masked-women doing battle with a muscular black-haired man and a trio of women. “Hey, it’s a first edition, sweet! Never heard of this particular series.”

“Can you stop messing around and help me find someone?” Twilight snapped. “Something doesn’t seem right. Why would there be a job opportunity for a place that isn’t even open? Come on.” She moved past the desk towards the main part of the library. Spike stowed the comic book in his duffel bag and quickly followed his sister.

The main part of the library was a circular room with eight large shelves arranged in a circle. Each of the shelves had a secondary aisle through their center. Twilight and Spike made their way through one of these shelves to the center. The middle part was a large space with rows of writing desks. The ceiling was high and curved, with a mural of some sort, but it was too dark to make it out.

“Helloooo?! My name is Twilight Sparkle Stellanis! I’m here for the job!” she called out. “Helloooo!”

“This place seems a lot bigger on the inside,” Spike voiced.

“Shush! Did you hear that?”

“Hear what, exactly?”

“This way!” she grabbed his hand and lead him down another one of the aisles.

Before they could reach the end, a large figure blocked their path. It was a tall woman wearing a long billowing cloak. Her arms were outstretched and flailing sporadically.

“LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE!!! A TERRIBLE CURSE UPON YOUR HEADS FOR TRESPASSING ON THESE HALLOWED GROUNDS!!! YOU HAVE DEFILED MY SACRED CHAMBER!!!” She boomed at the two siblings.
Twilight and Spike hugged each other and screamed for dear life.

“Oh god why?! I just wanted a job!” Twilight shouted.

“Please don’t kill me, I’m still a virgin!” Spike pleaded.

“LEAVE NOW!!!”

The two continued to cower at the specter, but then, Twilight noticed something. She reached towards the robed figure. With a firm grip on the cloak, she yanked it off and let out a gasp. Beneath the cloak was a bespectacled woman balancing a large crystal ball on her head. The crystal ball appeared to have a face inside it.

“PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE WOMAN BENEATH THE CLOAK!!! LEAVE, OR BE CURSED!!!” The crystal ball seemed to speak.

“Uh, what?”

“Mistress? I don’t think they’re fooled with this ploy,” the woman said to the crystal ball.

“Nonsense, you just need to wave your arms about more,” the crystal ball spoke once again.

The woman did as she was told and unenthusiastically flailed her arms again. Twilight and Spike simply exchanged disbelieving looks but showed no signs of terror anymore.

“Raven, I command you to eject these trespassers from the library at once,” the crystal ball demanded.

“Mistress, I do believe that is going to be impossible at this point,” the woman responded.

“Um, anyone care to explain what is happening here?” Twilight interjected. “I thought I was coming here for a job, not to be harassed by a weirdo and her…toy?”

“Who might you be?” the woman inquired.

“What was that about a job?” the orb said quickly.

“Twilight Sparkle Stellanis. I’m from Canterlot. I talked with someone over the phone regarding a librarian position?”

The woman instead reached up and removed the orb from her head. “I’m terribly sorry about this. My mistress here wanted to scare you away, despite my protestations,” she spoke as she stepped into the light. “I am Raven Inkwell, and this one here is Celestia,” she introduced herself and the talking orb. Raven appeared to be in her late thirties and stood around five feet ten inches. She had dark-brown hair that was tied in a bun. She had sharp facial features which accented her stone-faced demeanor and dark-brown eyes behind a pair of round glasses. She wore a simple white blouse with a red cravat, a light-brown skirt and black heels. The weirdest part of her, other than the glowing orb in her hands, was her cantaloupe-sized breasts. Tightly squeezed into her blouse. “I was the one you spoke over the phone about the job. Thank you for arriving promptly.”

“I’m sorry, can we back this up? What was that about a job?” the orb called ‘Celestia’ demanded. Twilight and Spike took a closer look at the crystal ball to see a woman’s face amid a myriad of swirling light and colors.

“That’s not something you see every day,” Spike breathed.

“How did you do this? What kind of magic did you use? Are there a bunch of prerecorded messages that respond to certain spoken words?” Twilight fired off a series of questions in quick succession.

“That’s a long story. An ancient magic technique. No, I am not prerecorded messages,” Celestia answered Twilight’s inquiry. “But, again, what was that about a job?”

“Oh, right, that,” Raven spun around and walked away from the siblings. “Follow me.”

“No, don’t walk away! Answer my question!” Celestia shouted.

Twilight and Spike obeyed the woman and followed her deeper into the library. She led them to a set of stairs and they climbed to the third-floor landing. Around a few more corners and Raven paused in front of a door marked ‘Library Director’. She pulled out a key unlocked the door and showed them inside. The room was a large semicircle with tall windows opposite the door. Raven strode over to the desk in front of the windows and set Celestia down on a small pedestal. She sat down behind the desk and gestured to the siblings to sit. They complied and anxiously waited.

Raven leaned forward and steepled her hands in front of her. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

“Whoops! ‘Scuse me! Sorry! Pardon me!” Pinkie bounced through the crowded park effortlessly dodging people and obstacles in her way. The Saturday Farmer’s Market buzzed with locals and tourists alike, and the cotton candy-haired woman skipped around happily looking for someone. Soon, her eyes lit up as she spotted a familiar booth with an apple insignia emblazoned on the front. “Heeeey! Applejack!” She bounced over to the booth where a blond woman was carrying a barrel over her shoulder.

“Heya, Pinkie,” the woman answered setting the barrel next to the booth. “Yer as lively as evah.” Applejack was a woman of twenty fours years. She stood at nearly six feet and had a muscular body. She had medium length messy blond hair tied in a loose ponytail that framed her round face. With bright-green eyes, a small nose and ears, and a splash of freckles across her face. Applejack wore a simple orange plaid flannel shirt over a white t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans that were ripped at both knees held up with a brown leather belt with an apple shaped buckle, and plain cowboy boots. “Whew! Today’s quite the scorcher,” she said taking off her Stetson hat and using it to fan herself.

“Well, maybe you’d be less hot if you didn’t always wear a flannel shirt?” Pinkie pointed out.

“Eeyup,” said a tall blond man carrying two barrels over his shoulders. He wore a tank top stretched across his large muscular frame, and a pair of loose-fitting denim shorts.

“Hush up, Big Mac,” Applejack hissed. “So, what brings ya here, Pinkie?”

“I got the apple pies you asked me to bake for the Farmer’s Market,” she held up the three boxes she had been carrying. “Though I don’t think you have enough for the market.”

“Heheh, silly goose. They ain’t fer sellin’. They’re fer eatin’,” Applejack chuckled.

“Huh?” Pinkie tilted her head in confusion.

“Ah wanted ya to make us pie for the market, but Ah knew Big Mac an’ Apple Bloom would want their own.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, bringing over a couple more barrels.

“Ya got tha’ right, sis’,” a teenaged girl seconded, arms wrapped around a single barrel. “Tha’ should be all of it.” The girl, Apple Bloom, was in her mid-teens. Unlike her older siblings, she had bright red hair tied back with a pink bow. She did, however, look a lot like Applejack, except she had amber colored eyes. She wore a light-yellow t-shirt with faded overalls and cowboy boots. “So, we ready t’ open shop?”

“Ya bet! Oh, Pinkie?” Applejack turned to the pinked haired woman. “Here, a bottle of some freshly made cider. Fer the pies.” She reached behind the booth and grabbed a gallon jug of cider.

“Aw, AJ, you don’t have to do that!” Pinkie tried to reject the payment. “I love baking for my bestest friends! No need to pay me.”

“Ah know tha’, Pinkie. But Ah wouldn’t feel right not giving something in return. So, jus’ think of it as a gift.”

“Oh, okay. But only because I love gifts!” She happily accepted the ‘gift’ and began bouncing up and down. “Ooh, ooh, ooh! I met some reeeally fun people today!”

“Pinkie, you meet fun people every day. What’s so special about these one’s?” Applejack scooted behind the booth and helped her siblings with the sales.

“Well, it was a brother and sister. They came all the way from Canterlot. The sister is going to work for the Old Maretropolis Library, and the brother will be going to college for geology.”

“So, normal people, righ’ Pinkie? Wait, the Old Maretropolis Library?”

“Yeppers! I was going to take them there and…” Pinkie’s expression changed to one of pure horror at her realization. “OH NO!!! I forgot to take them there!! I got so caught up in bringing you the pies.”

“Well, tha’ explains this text from Fluttershy,” Applejack said pulling out phone to show to Pinkie.

Fluttershy: [tell pinkie not to worry. I took care of it]

“Oh, Fluttershy! You’re such a good friend! I’m gonna have to bake you a cake as an apology.” Pinkie made a face as if she was on the verge of tears.

“Uh, righ’. Pinkie, you said the Old Maretropolis Library?”

“Yuh-huh,” she answered quickly changing her attitude.

“Ah thought tha’ place was abandoned?”

“Is it? I dunno. We’ve got so many libraries in this city,” Pinkie shrugged.

“We might wanna look inna this,” Applejack suggested furrowing her brow. “Well, enjoy the cider, Pinkie. Just make sure a certain polychromatic girl doesn’t know ya have it.”

“Cross my heart, hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye.” Pinkie then made the motion of zipping her mouth shut and locking it. She waved goodbye and skipped away.

“Heheh, tha’ girl sure is a trip.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed handing over a bag of apples and taking money.

“Mmmm. These pies are soooo good. Prolly’ better than granny’s,” Apple Bloom said already eating her pie.

“Don’ ya let granny hear ya say tha’,” Applejack warned her. “But yer right, these are pretty darn good.” A strong wind blew threw the Farmer’s Market and swept Applejack’s Stetson off her head. “Dangit! Ah’ll be right back.” She stepped from behind the booth and ran after her hat.

Applejack pushed her way through the crowded market searching for her hat. “Sorry. Pardin me. Coming through.” She stopped and looked back and forth. “Shoot, where’d tha’ thang go? Aha!” The blond woman spotted her Stetson hat caught to the side of a park bench. “Phew, tha’ was a close one.” Applejack noticed blue smoke began flowing into the Farmer’s Market. “What the hay?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STEP ASIDE, PUNY MORTALS!!” A woman’s voice boomed throughout the market.

The farmer spun around towards the direction of the voice and her jaw dropped. “What in tarnation?!”

“So, the library is technically NOT open for business,” Raven told Twilight and Spike.

“WHAT?!” Twilight shouted.

“I have questions,” Spike rose his hand.

“Let me finish. It’s not technically open, but we-I am planning on having it reopened for public use.”

“This is news to me,” Celestia said, turning to Raven. “When were you planning on telling me this?”

“As soon as I could find people to work here,” she indicated to Twilight. “So, today.”

“Reopening the library? Hah! What a novel idea. This place hasn’t been open in nearly four years.”

“Which is why we should do so,” Raven said. “There have been rumors going around that this place is haunted. We don’t need stupid teenagers poking around where they shouldn’t be. We’ve already had an incident.”

“An incident?” Twilight spoke in a concerned voice.

“Nothing to worry about. It’s been dealt with,” Celestia said quickly.

“So, why hasn’t this place been open for four years?” Spike asked.

“And how was I able to apply for a job here, for that matter?”

“The library unofficially closed after this happened,” she said tapping the orb Celestia’s head was in.

“OW! Knock it off. It’s like a fishbowl in here,” Celestia snapped.

“Why would the library close after just that? Seems to me you could keep it open,” Twilight said.

“That’s a personal matter. As for your application to this job? Well, let’s just say I had to…do a bit of fenagling to get it posted. It was two months before you answered the job posting, and you were the only one.”

“Alright, so, what exactly am I going to be doing here?”

“Until we can get the library open again, you will be assisting me in the reorganization of the texts here, as well as the updating of any outdated data.”

Twilight’s eyes lit up the moment she heard the word ‘reorganize’.

“Uh-oh,” Spike said.

“What’s wrong?”

“You said the magic word.”

“Don’t worry about a thing. I can handle all the reorganization. From alphabetically, to numerically, to publish date, and genre. I am your woman.” A huge smile spread across her face.

“Okay, why don’t you save that energy for later?” Raven stood up and grabbed Celestia’s crystal ball. “Why don’t we get you settled in your room?”

“Oh, that reminds me, actually. Do you think you can put up another room for my brother? He’s going to college here and needs a place to room and board.” Twilight asked sheepishly, hands clasped in front of her.

The brunette stared at the two siblings for a few moments contemplating. “Very well,” she answered at last. “We happen to have an extra room that can be used for lodging. If the young man wishes to take it?”

“I will happily accept the offer. Thank you very much.”

Twilight and Spike gathered their bags and followed Raven out the office. She led them around the corner, past the circular open area and a set of doors marked ‘STAIRS’, and through a set of double doors mark ‘ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT’. The room was large and empty, save for a couple of desks pushed against one of the walls. On the far end were two doors in the corner of the room.

“Your rooms are there. You may use them as you see fit, within reason of course. Both come with their own bathrooms, and that one,” Raven pointed to one of the doors, “has its own closet. Any questions?” Both siblings shook their heads. “Alright. And lastly, here you go.” She handed Twilight a slip of paper with the word “Alicorn” written on it.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“The password to the Wi-Fi. It took some convincing, but mistress finally relented.”

“You got me hooked on Netflix. How could I say no?”

“That’ll be it for today. Tomorrow we will start with the reorganizing.”

Raven spun on her heel and left the two siblings to decide which of the rooms they would be using.

“Stellanis,” Celestia murmured to Raven. “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

“So, which one do you want?” Twilight asked.

“Well, she said they both have their own bathrooms. So, I don’t think it really matters who has what,” Spike answered scratching his head.

“She also said that one has a closet. I’m assuming the other one doesn’t.”

Spike shrugged, “So, we’ll buy a wardrobe for that one. Not that big of a deal. You can have the one with the closet since I’m just staying here for college.” He opened the door to the right and stepped inside. “Oh my god!”

“What? What is it?” Twilight quickly rushed to the room.

“This room is huge.”

The room was indeed huge. Sixteen feet by fourteen feet, with two large windows opposite the door. The room, however, was empty save for a small writing desk in the corner.

“Bummer, no bed.”

“Let me check my room,” Twilight moved to the other door and stepped inside. “Oooh, my room’s big too.” Her bedroom was much like Spike’s, including just a writing desk. “Well, Spike, it looks as if we’re going bed shopping.”

“Way ahead of you, Twi,” Spike had his phone out and was searching for mattresses and bed frames. “Do you want a full-size bed or a queen-size one?”

“Does it really matter what size they are?”

“Only if you’re concerned with the price. A queen-size mattress is about a hundred dollars more than a full-size one, and the bedframe is around fifty dollars more. And that’s just the cheaper end of it. Ooh, this bedframe has a nice design. Yeesh! That’s expensive.”

“Let’s go with full-size beds for the both of us,” Twilight responded checking out the closet in her room. “This is a nice closet.”

“Alright and done. The beds should be delivered to us by this Tuesday. That means two days of sleeping on the floor,” he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and went to look at Twilight’s closet. “Damn, even the closet is big.”

“So, what do you wanna do now?” Twilight asked.

“Dunno. It’s only four thirty. You wanna have a look around the library, then order a pizza in about an hour?”

“Sounds good.”

Twilight and Spike spent the next forty-five minutes exploring the first and second floors of the library. Most of the shelves and desks were covered in a thick layer of dust. Twilight felt somewhat appalled at the state of the facility but looked forward to the challenge of returning it to its former glory. Moving towards the back of the library, Spike came across a large painting hanging on the wall.

“Hey, Twi!”

Footsteps could be heard before Twilight appeared from behind one of the bookshelves. “What is it?”

“Look,” he pointed to the painting.

She turned to look and cocked an eyebrow. The painting depicted several people standing around the front entrance to the library. In the center of the group were two women holding a plaque with a coat of arms on it. The coat of arms was of two winged-unicorns standing on either side of a sun with a crescent moon in the center of it. The woman on the right had pale skin and long blue hair in a loose braid. The woman on the left had mocha brown skin and long pink hair that was almost long enough to touch the ground. The strangest part was that the woman on the left looked an awful lot like-

“Celestia?” Twilight said aloud.

“I know right? Weird,” Spike folded his arms and tilted his head to the side. “You know what’s even weirder?”

“What?”

“This is dated 1863,” he said pointing to the metal placard beneath the painting.

“But that’s over a hundred-fifty years ago. That must be her great grandmother or something.”

“Who do you suppose the woman next to her is?”

“Probably her sister. They look a lot alike.”

Twilight heard a voice in her ear and turned to Spike. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything,” he answered looking over the painting.

“Huh.” Twilight shrugged and moved on from the painting to the eastern part of the library. She heard the voice again and spun around to her brother. “Okay, Spike, stop! This isn’t funny anymore!”

“Twi, what are you talking about? I haven’t done anything.”

“Well, who else could it be? You’re the only other one on this floor. Raven and Celestia are in their office.”

“Twilight, I know I’m a ‘little brother’, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to act juvenile at every given mo-“

“SHUSH!” Twilight cut him off. “There it is, again,” she said looking around the library. “Don’t you hear that?”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Where is that coming from?” The indigo-haired woman turned around and moved away from Spike.

“Twilight, wait,” Spike said, following her.

Twilight headed for the stairs and began to climb them. After reaching the second-floor landing, she quickly moved to the stairs to the third floor. She moved passed the third-floor reading area to the back. Once there, Twilight faced double doors marked 'ARCHIVES'. She moved though the room and came to a door marked 'AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY'.

“Wait!” Spike shouted from behind her. “What are you doing? You can’t go in there!”

“But it’s calling out to me.”

Without hesitation, Twilight reached out and opened the door. Twilight stepped inside and looked around. The room was dark with the only light coming from the open door. It was small and had several shelves with peculiar objects on them. She then noticed a faint glow from the far side of the room. As Twilight got closer, the glowing became brighter and more brilliant. The source was a large golden chalice sitting on a pedestal. The base consisted of four muscular men kneeling and supporting the rest of the chalice. The stem right above them had emeralds embedded into it, with a filigree pattern swirling around each gem. The bowl had several voluptuous women molded into the side. Each with long flowing hair and arms outstretched in a beckoning pose and a different colored gemstone above them. The rim of the chalice consisted of two half-rings at forty-five degrees connected at the lower point, all around the top.

Twilight inched her way closer to the chalice, seemingly hypnotized by its light. She reached out with her hands, the desire to grasp it overtaking her mind. “Twilight! Don’t!” Spike screamed, but it was too late. As soon as Twilight touched the chalice, it gave off a light too blinding to look at. Visions flooded her head, of women in tight fitting getups battling ridiculously muscular men and impossibly endowed women. Visions of the two women from the painting fighting against a giant shadow. Visions of a woman sitting on a throne with a large shining heart floating behind her. The chalice erupted with a wave of energy and knocked Twilight off her feet.

“-ilight! Twilight! Twilight, wake up!” Spike held his sister in her arms and shook her.

The woman’s eyes fluttered open. “I’m fine, Spike. You don’t have to yell in my ear.” She sat up and massaged her temple. “Ow, what happened?”

“Well, you touched the weird glowing cup and it shot you backwards.

It all returned to her and Twilight turned her attention to the chalice, which was now innocently sitting on its pedestal.

“What happened? We heard shouting and an explosion!” Raven barged into the room with Celestia in her arms. “Oh my god.”

“I don’t believe it. That can’t be possible,” Celestia sputtered in disbelief.

“What? What is it? Why are you all gawking at me?” Twilight asked in confusion, looking at the three of them.

“Uh, Twi?” Spike started. “You might want to…” He pointed to her chest.

“I might want to wh-GAH!” She looked down and saw what he meant. Twilight’s breasts had gone from a modest size to cantaloupes. The buttons on her shirt had popped, revealing a lot of her cleavage and a lacey white bra. “What? What is this? What’s the meaning of this?” Twilight grabbed her breasts and let out a moan as a wave of pleasure coursed through her.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Celestia said in a reassuring tone. “We don’t want you to lose control.”

“Lose control? How can I lose control with these giant water balloons?!” Twilight shouted. The gem on her forehead glowed and a bolt of energy shot out, blasting a hole in the wall. “I didn’t mean to do that!” She exclaimed bringing her hands to her mouth.

“Well, there goes the ‘Staff of Sacanas’,” Celestia lamented, looking at the remains of a staff that was smoldering on the floor.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I don’t even know how that happened.” Twilight began to panic, and her gem glowed again.

“Hit the deck!” Spike yelled diving for the floor.

Raven quickly moved across the room to Twilight and put a hand on her shoulder. “Relax, deep breaths. Breathe in.” Twilight obeyed and inhaled. “And out, slowly.” Again, Twilight obeyed and exhaled slowly. “Breathe in. Breathe out. Good. Let’s go to the office. We’ll explain everything there.” Raven left the room with Twilight and Spike stood up from the floor and followed.

Author's Note

Whew! That took a lot longer than I intended it to. But work kept getting in the way. So, here we are people. The second chapter to this bimbo fic I started a month ago. I know things are still a bit slow going, but if I had taken all the time I wanted, Twilight's transformation wouldn't have been for perhaps another two chapters. I don't want to rush into the good stuff, but I don't want to take forever either.

I initially had a different setup in mind for how the story was going to go. Originally I was going to start it with the mane 6 as the power ponies already, then so many chapters in, I'd write a chapter or two on how they became a crime fighting team. But as I continued planning, I decided it was best to just start from the beginning and let things happen organically (well, as organically as I possibly can). I also went through a bunch of ways the group was going to be involved; from all of them being friends from the start, to the mane 6 moving to the city one by one, to it taking place in Ponyville. Celestia was a tricky one to settle on as well. I was going to have her in the flesh and blood and she would provide the girls with their super powers. Then I thought of having her trapped in a grimoire that Twilight finds and releases her from, unleashing bimbo magic onto the city in the process. I finally settled on crystal ball Celestia. She was going to be stuck on top of a pedestal, a la Zordon, but I figured having her moveable would be more fun.

The library that is going to act as the command center, so to speak, is loosely based off this particular library. http://www.uu.edu/library/openthedoors/floor-plans.cfm#theteasers With the rotundas having shelves like this. https://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/File:Concept11.jpg I was going to have the library be similar to the one from the movie "The Pagemaster", but I couldn't find any decent images of the place. Eh, whatever. I'm happy with what I chose.

The chalice described at the end of the chapter was based off this. https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/12/HolyCrown.JPG With obvious changes to fit the world. Man if I could get someone to draw that, it'd be great.

I will be including the CMCs in the story. Not sure what they could call themselves. Perhaps nothing. They're just friends. And before anyone asks: NO they will not be a part of any bimbo stuff. They're high schoolers, and I do not want to tempt fate here.

Writing for Applejack was a chore. Man it's going to be fun having to remember to give her that country affectation.

Lastly, I'm going to be borrowing ideas from this guy https://www.deviantart.com/master-erasis. I really like a lot of the world and character lore he's got going. Go check out his stuff.