“Lady Celestia, to what do we owe this pleasant surprise?” Twilight Velvet said answering the video call. Her and her husband Night Light addressed Celestia with the utmost respect. “Is this about Twilight? Has she done anything wrong?”

Celestia smiled and shook her head. “This isn’t about Twilight. It’s about your son.”

Twilight Velvet and Night Light look at each other then back to Celestia. “You mean Shining Armor?” Night Light said. “He’s visiting us right now. I can call him over if you wa-“

“That won’t be necessary,” Celestia said interrupting him. “This is about your other son.”

“Spike? He’s always been a good boy,” Velvet said. “I mean…he could be a bit rambunctious from time to time, but what child isn’t?” She looked at Celestia for a moment then said, “Or is this about something else?”

“Forgive me if this seems like a strange question, but Spike was the baby my sister and I left in your care twenty years ago, right?” said Celestia.

There was a moment where Velvet and Night Light exchanged confused looks. To them it was no question about it. “Um, yes he was,” Velvet finally said.

“I remember it so well,” Night Light said. He leaned back in his chair reminiscing about the past. “It was the middle of the night when you and Lady Luna suddenly showed up. You had this crying bundle with you and said you rescued him from the rubble of a terrible massacre. Shining was excited to get a younger brother. Twilight was, well…Twilight. Unsure of what to think of our new addition.”

Celestia listened to them, absorbing every detail. It was incredible to her that she could hardly recall the event. She could vividly remember arriving at the ruined village and pulling the infant from the wreckage of the house. The encounter she had with the trio of sirens who had destroyed the village. But the detail of leaving him with this prestigious Ouranian family somehow escaped her. Perhaps being trapped in this bubble has been affecting her? “So, he really is the Orm from all those years ago…” she sighed. “What a small world we live in.”

Twilight Velvet and Night Light quickly changed tones after hearing that. Both had incredibly concerned looks on their faces and pressed themselves close to the computer monitor.

“Spike isn’t in any kind of trouble, is he?” Velvet asked.

“He hasn’t been hurt?”

“He hasn’t…awakened?”

“Settle down,” Celestia said. “Spike is just fine. Well, more than fine, really. But he’s not hurt nor has he awakened, yet. But your daughter has.”

Hearing this, Velvet and Night Light changed their tones again. News that their only daughter had awakened her Ouranian power was exciting. They hugged each other and shared a passionate kiss.

“Oooh!! Our little girl is finally growing up!” Velvet said. “Much later than usual, but better than never!”

“I’m so proud of her! Wish we could’ve been there for it!” Night Light said. “Now, we don’t have to hide this from her anymore!”

“Oh, Goddess! That’s right! We had to tip toe around Twilight with this stuff her whole life. Her and Spike,” Velvet said. A thought crossed her mind and she turned to Celestia. “Wait, how did Twilight awaken her Ouranian nature?”

Celestia took a few minutes explaining Twilight’s and Spike’s arrival at the library and her awakening. The encounter with Love Bunny’s subjects and the friends who are also Ouranian. Velvet and Night Light listened to her, interrupting to ask the occasional question.

“We had heard about the Ouranian activity that was happening in Maretropolis,” Velvet said. “We wanted to call Twilight about it, but didn’t want to raise suspicion. How exactly could we explain we knew this was going on? It’s not like the news has been covering any of this.”

“That’s another thing,” said Celestia. “How is it that one of your children managed to go more than twenty years and not tap into her nature? You’re an active family in the Ouranian community, it almost seems impossible that Twilight would ever go too long without awakening. I’ve heard of later bloomers, but this is ridiculous.”

The two Ouranian gave Celestia sheepish looks. “Admittedly, that is our fault. Well, to a degree, at least,” said Velvet.

“It’s not as if we prevented her from ever awakening her power,” Night Light said, “But we’re not ones to force this onto our children. We encourage a natural growth. Shining Armor began his soon after puberty, much like any other Ouranian. But Twilight was never really inclined in that way.”

“She had always been so school focused and studious,” Velvet continued. “We were proud to have such an academically minded child that we simply assumed this would eventually translate into her true nature. And so, we kept quiet about this part of her and her heritage. It certainly made for some awkward moments. Like other Ouranian visiting and talking about this kind of thing.”

“So, we let her go at her own pace,” Night Light said. “We did all the typical parent things with regards to her school work and college. Which reminds me: have you heard of an Ourania by the name of Abacus Cinch?”

“Abacus Cinch? No, that name doesn’t ring a bell,” Celestia said thinking about it. “Should I know this Ourania? What has she done?”

“She was the principal for Crystal Prep Academy,” Velvet said. “Some years ago, she was using the school as a way to recruit Ouranian who hadn’t awakened. Likely those who had no idea they were descendants of Ouranian families.”

“An Ouranian who was using a normal school to recruit students who were Ouranian? That almost sounds like something I’d do…” Celestia said. She paused as she went over things in her head. “Though, I’d just be trying to awaken youngster to their hidden nature. What else was there to this? I can practically feel the rug about to be pulled.”

“She had been encouraging those students to use their powers more openly,” Night Light said. “Nothing too obvious. They weren’t having sex in broad daylight. But these students were using their enhanced abilities in various school functions. Sporting events and the like.”

“How long had this been going on?”

“We don’t know. As far as anyone could tell, this happened during Twilight’s time at Crystal Prep,” Velvet said. “She had been working for the district for some time before becoming the principal. Fortunately, this drew suspicion in the school board and Cadance, who was the vice principal at the time. She was able to keep the Ouranian stuff out of the public eye. Officially, Abacus Cinch and the students she recruited were ejected from the school for use of ‘performance enhancing substances’. She, along with those students, disappeared. No one knows for sure what happened to them.”

“Hmm…” Celestia frowned as she thought about what they told her.

“Do you think there’s any connection to this Ouranian attacking people in Maretropolis?” Night Light asked.

“I can’t say. Nobody has seen this Love Bunny in person, so it could be anyone,” she said. “I won’t rule it out, but the likelihood of Abacus Cinch being the same person as Love Bunny seem astronomical. There’s also the possibility that either of them could be-.”

“Hey, Mom! Dad! Do you have any…whoops! Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt you!” a young man said entering the room. “Oh, Lady Celestia? It’s an honor to see you.” He appeared on screen and bowed to the prestigious Ourania.

“Is that Shining Armor? It’s good to see you,” Celestia said smiling. “You’ve grown into a splendid Ouranium, I see.”

“Oh, you flatter me. But yeah, I am incredible.” Shining Armor stared flexing to show off to Celestia.

Twilight Velvet and Night Light both shook their heads. “Is there something you wanted, son?” Night Light asked.

“Oh, right!” Shining Armor quickly stopped posing. “Cadance wants to know if you have any toaster waffles. She’s getting those cravings again.”

“There should be a box in the back of the freezer,” Velvet said.

“Thanks. Oooh, I can’t wait to visit Twili!” Shining said. “Cadance and I have a huge surprise for her.”

“After that, it was just a bit of catching up with the Stellanis’,” Celestia said. Her orb sat on a stand in the library’s sub-basement as she recounted the call she made to Twilight’s and Spike’s parents. “They’re doing well. Velvet was concerned about Twilight and Spike here in the city, but hearing that we’re here for them put her mind at ease.”

Celestia and the rest of the ‘old guard’ were all discussing the recent events, the news that Spike’s an Orm, and what they plan on doing going forward. Stygian sat at the computer looking over a map of the city and interjected with a few comments every so often. The others stood silently. Magnus had his arms crossed and his brow furrowed, but that was his default pose and didn’t seem too different than normal. Both Somnambula and Meadowbrook had similar expressions to the details they heard while Starswirl merely stood there pensively soaking in every word.

After a minute of quietly thinking, Somnambula finally broke the silence. “Out of all this, I’m most surprised to learn Twilight is from the Stellanis family. They’re a prominent family in the Ouranian community, for one of their children to go that long without any knowledge seems…unreal.” The turquoise-haired avian tilted her head to the side. She had met Twilight Velvet and Night Light a number of years ago. Both were quite eager about their eldest awakening to his Ouranian power and told everyone they could. Somnambula even recalled meeting Shining Armor at Everfree a few times when she taught there. She wished she could’ve tasted that young blood.

“I’m more concerned with the fact that nobody seemed to notice that Spike is an Orm,” Meadowbrook said. She shook her prominent backside from side-to-side in agitation. “I won’t speak for others, but I can at least say I’ve only ever met one once. And it was fleeting. But Goddess, was it good…” Meadowbrook got a look on her face as she remembered that single night. “Ahem, either way, I have very limited knowledge and experience with Orms.”

“I’ve never met one at all,” Stygian added spinning the chair around. “I couldn’t distinguish one from a crowd. Archie here caught on immediately that Spike was an Orm.”

“It should come as no surprise,” he said stroking his beard. “I’ve had plenty of encounters with their kind. Discerning the lad was one was trivial. Orms, even those not yet awakened, give off a distinct magical feeling. And given how steeped in Ouranian magic the boy is, there was no doubt.”

Everyone fell silent again as they thought about how to handle the situation. It was bad enough that a maniac had been going around enslaving people to Ouranian magic. To also have an Orm who was on the cusp of awakening could make things worse. Spike could be a tremendous asset to their cause or he could become a terrible threat. If things weren’t handled carefully, he could easily succumb to his sleeping Orm nature.

“I have a question,” Magnus suddenly said. He had been quiet for most of the time save for the occasional grunt. “Where is the Orm right now?”

“He’s with Mistmane’s girls,” Stygian said. “Tia said they called him earlier that they’d be home soon and he ran off.”

“I’ve never seen that boy move so fast,” Celestia said. “I think he was faster than Pinkie.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Meadowbrook said clapping her hands together excitedly. “Lily Lace and Inky Rose are officially full-fledged Ourania. How wonderful for them. I remember when Misty took them under her tutelage. They’ve come so far.”

“Yeah, and now they’re going at it like crazy with Spike,” Somnambula said. “Who’s been abstaining from any sexual activity for the last two weeks.”

In Mistmane’s apartment, Spike was currently having crazy sex with Lily Lace and Inky Rose. All manner of animalistic sounds could be heard from their bedroom and an aurora of sexual energy floated over them. The bottom-heavy psion was bent over the bed as Spike rammed his cock inside her. Meanwhile, the statuesque avian was floating in front of Spike, making out with him. The young man strained himself to remain cognizant. Spike had been in a hellish state of near-climax for over a week. He had become too used to regular visits to the Ourania duo that going more than a week without releasing was practically torture. This was only compounded with the encounter with Love Bunny’s bimbos the previous week. Spike was just about ready to bust when he took the enchanted cock ring off, yet he managed to resist the urge until he and the girls were all engaged in coitus.

Their return was momentous, not just because Spike was finally rid of the horrendous promise, but for Lily and Inky as well. The young Ouranians excursion to ‘Everfree’ was the marked by them becoming full-fledged Ourania. They had undergone several rituals which eventually resulted in both seeing considerable growth. Lily’s plump backside had become more robust and Inky’s heavy breasts had become more bodacious. Spike was quick to notice this but had little time to really appreciate the change. Lily and Inky had practically moved at lightspeed to undress Spike and get him on the bed. The reveal of his unrestrained cock had them swooning as both Ourania were holding themselves back. Lily and Inky were desperate for Spike’s penis. Going two weeks without him fucking them silly was terrible. After taking a long minute to simply admire his swollen and twitching manhood, Lily and Inky proceeded with their agreement.

Lily pressed her posterior and Inky squeezed her breasts to Spike’s stiff shaft. The two Ourania had performed their peculiar double-tit/ass-job. Spike groaned as their soft and supple flesh rubbed against his dick. Even without any of their Ouranian magic, he was already ejaculating. The young man let out a choked scream as his first load in two weeks was finally released. He felt as if he just completed a decathlon. Lily and Inky relished the feeling of his fresh seed splattering all over their bodies, after which, the three of them had sex for several hours.

At present, Spike was, of course, furiously ramming his still stiff member into Lily’s snatch while Inky explored his mouth with hers. The tall gothic Ourania coiled her tongue around the young man’s, her hands wrapped around his head and her breasts pressed against his chest. Lily wailed nonstop as Spike pounded her from behind.

“AAAAAAHHH!!! GODDESSSSSS!!! YEEEEESSSSSSS!!!! THIS!! WAS!! THE!! BEST!! PLAN!! EVERRRR!!!” she screamed loudly. “YOU’RE LIKE A WILD BEAST, SPIKE!!!! AND YOU’VE GROWN MUCH BIGGER, TOO!! OH YEEEESSS!!! MESS UP MY PUSSY!!! STRETCH ME OUT WITH THIS WONDERFUL COCK OF YOURRRRSSSS!!!”

‘FUCK! I can’t believe how long we’ve been doing this!’ Spike thought. ‘They got back this morning and it’s almost noon. Plus, I think they’re both tighter! Goddess, these two…”

From outside the bedroom, the incredibly curvaceous Mistmane peaked at her two pupils and the young man they raved about. She was tremendously proud of them for becoming full-fledged Ourania. The final ritual for this was a rigorous process and some don’t complete it on their first attempt. Seeing them both happy with Spike made her remember her youth. Mistmane sighed and was about to visit the Sleepwalkers Spa when she noticed something. Amongst the brilliant aurora that was their sexual intercourse there was a distinct shape winding itself around. The green, fiery ribbon of light that was Spike took on an appearance Mistmane hadn’t seen in a number of years. The experienced Ourania’s mouth was agape at the sight of a draconian aura. There was no mistaking it, this was the shape of an…

“Orm…” whispered Mistmane. The voluptuous woman pursed her lips and teleported in a flash of turquoise.

“When the hell was anyone going to tell me Spike’s an Orm?!!” Mistmane shouted as soon as she teleported to the library. Five sets of eyes all turned to look at the statuesque Ourania who was panting and red faced.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” Stygian said.

“Misty, trust us when we say we only recently learned about this,” Celestia said. Her orb pulsed as she desperately tried to calm down Mistmane. “It’s not that we were keeping this from you, just that nobody knew.”

“Tch, a likely story,” Mistmane said. She crossed her arms and flipped her luxurious hair. It shimmered in the light like rippling water. “Ooh, I haven’t had an Orm in so many years. Just thinking about it gets me all worked up. Can’t I have a quick taste of him? Pleeeease? Even just a blow job? I wanna wrap my lips around that fabulous cock and have it push down my throat. Mmmm!” Mistmane moved one hand to her legs while the other grabbed a tit. She licked her full lips at the thought of Spike’s manhood.

“NO!!!” they all said loudly. Mistmane jumped a bit then pouted.

“Mistmane, we’re in a delicate position with Spike, right now,” Starswirl said. “He’s not awakened yet, and we don’t want to risk Love Bunny discovering he’s an Orm. She’s already a powerful Ourania, the actions of her followers are proof enough of that. Sex with you would certainly result in the boy’s power awakening.”

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing?” Mistmane said. She strutted closer to the group, hips swaying hypnotically, and stopped next to Magnus. “An Orm on our side would be the perfect leg up against this psycho. Supporting our own Ourania and beating the tar outta theirs.”

“While it’s a good idea, we don’t want to give Love Bunny anything to help her,” Somnambula said. “If knowledge that Spike’s an Orm were to get out it could potentially paint a target on him. Someone like Love Bunny in possession of an Orm would only make things very difficult for us.”

Mistmane slumped her shoulders as she listened to her friends. As much as she hated to admit it, they were right. Love Bunny was simply too dangerous an individual to parade around what is basically a super booster for Ouranian. Mistmane let out a sigh and said, “Alright, I’ll let it go for now. But when that Orm finally awakens I’m gonna fuck his brains out. Not fair that my girls get to have all this fun with him.”

“Alright, with that settled,” Celestia said, “anything else to discuss?”

Everyone murmured amongst themselves as they thought about what else was there for them to go over. There weren’t any specific plans to fight against Love Bunny since they knew so little about her. Any attempts to ascertain the location of her hideout proved futile. Whoever this person was, they knew what they were doing.

Flash Magnus cleared his throat and everyone turned to him. “I do have a question: why aren’t the youngsters training right now? Wouldn’t it be prudent of them to be honing their skills for this inevitable confrontation?”

“I wanted them to rest a bit,” Celestia said to him. Magnus raised an eyebrow but let her continue. “I know we’re in a tight situation, but constant training won’t help them. A little relaxation so they can be ready.”

“Hmph, I don’t fully agree with it, but I won’t protest,” Magnus grunted.

“Actually, there is something I’d like to show everyone,” Stygian said. He turned back to the computer and hit a few keys. “So, here are the spots where Love Bunny’s forces placed those idols.” The screen flashed and the map was highlighted with the locations. “I don’t think their placement was random at all. They’re all evenly spaced from each other.” Stygian hit a few more keys and several lines connected the spots marked on the map. There were additional notes about the placement on there. “And they all intersect with the center of the city. Not only that, but there are the curious holes left behind after they’re destroyed.”

Everyone stared at the screen for a moment. They tried to find meaning in the hexagonal pattern the idols made but couldn’t come up with one. At least, not one that would of any significance. Starswirl had already seen this since Stygian came to him with this information before, but he still had no clue what Love Bunny was planning.

“What about the center of the city?” Celestia asked. She turned to Stygian and gave him a quizzical look.

“Nothing. Archie and I both checked out that area,” he said. Stygian moved the mouse around and brought up a picture of the center park. “This is a recent aerial photo of the park. Courtesy of our friendly avian officer.” Stygian nodded to Magnus who gave a stiff nod back. “As you can see, there’s no Ouranian activity occurring there. No mass kidnappings, no idols, zip. Our survey couldn’t even find anything cloaked. The center of the city is clean.”

“Hmm, that is worrying,” Celestia said. “And there wasn’t anything nearby?”

“I had Magnus and Somnambula do a sweep of the city just to be certain. If Love Bunny is up to something, she’s done an incredible job covering her tracks.”

“This goes without saying,” Starswirl said, “But everyone please remain alert. Who knows when and where this heretic could strike next?”

Twilight and Flash Sentry blinked at the sunlight as they exited the movie theater. With the free time Celestia granted them, Twilight was finally able to go on another date with Flash. She wasn’t sure about seeing the latest science-fiction film since she was a very logic-minded person, but Flash wore her down and she agreed to watch ‘Planetary Devastation’. The resulting two-and-a-half-hour movie about the planet’s poles flipping and global disaster and panic that ensued. Twilight had spent that time grumbling to herself about the completely unscientific plot of the movie.

“It’s just nonsensical, Flash!” she exclaimed loudly, garnering looks from people nearby. “The planet’s poles shifting would result in more than just global flooding, a few more hurricanes, and animals in mass panic! There’d be continental jostling; the magnetic field would be weakened considerably, which means increased danger from solar radiation; and massive damage to the ozone layer! And that’s just to name a few things!”

“Come on, Twilight. You shouldn’t sweat the small stuff like that,” Flash said. “Movies like this are about the emotion. How people can come together in a crisis and work for a common goal.” He tried to convince Twilight his position but was on an uphill battle.

“Movies can be logical and emotional,” she said crossing her arms. “These things aren’t mutually exclusive. You just need to hire a consultant who can properly check the logistics. How is it so hard?”

Flash gave up on his quest to make Twilight see his side of the argument. He wanted to keep going but didn’t want their second date to just be them bickering about something that was ultimately trivial. So, the avian swallowed his pride and bit his tongue. He reached out a hand to her and she took it. Twilight squeezed his hand and pressed herself to him.

“Hey, thanks for taking me out like this,” she said smiling up at him. “Even if I’m a bit weird about details in a movie.”

“It’s okay. We all have our particular quirks,” Flash said. “Me? I actually have a thing about eating certain candies in a specific color order.”

Twilight smiled at the little bit of information Flash told her. “Well, this date is just what I needed. Work’s been a bit stressful and I needed a break.” She was referring more to her duties as a superhero, but working at the library has been a lot more strenuous then she expected.

“That’s what I’m here for. A nice, stress-free day for you.”

They strolled over to the nearby park. One that Twilight and the others had fought Love Bunny’s subjects in. She pushed the thought out of her head. Twilight just wanted today to be about them. They talked about work and the problems they’ve run into.

Across Maretropolis, Fluttershy was in Sugercube Corner with Pinkie Pie. The bakery was relatively busy today and the plump baker bounced around the shop tending to customers as she talked with the timid avian. She would occasionally run to the back to make sure their goods were baking properly, which they always were.

“I just don’t know, Pinkie,” Fluttershy mumbled as the pink blur dashed past her. “Every time I transform, I feel like I’m going to lose control. That part deep within me is just waiting to get out and do…naughty things.” Fluttershy hunched her shoulders and pressed her arms to her side. This had the effect of making her already enhanced breasts appear larger.

“You worry too much, Flutts,” Pinkie said zipping around the shop. “All you need is some more training. Wasn’t it helping you? Plus, Mr. Sciuto gave us those smelling salts to snap you out of that frenzy. So, you have nothing to worry about!” She paused next to Fluttershy and gave her a quick pat on the shoulder.

“The training’s fine, but I don’t know if it’s really helping,” she sighed. Fluttershy reached up and coiled a lock of her hair around her finger. “I still don’t have any real grasp of my powers. Not like you or Rarity. And every time my boobies just get swollen with milk. I have to spend extra time being milked when we’re done. My nipples are getting really sensitive. Also, I’m not sure how long the smelling salts will work. What happens if they stop?”

Pinkie stopped running around the bakery for a moment to think. She puckered her lips in the way she does whenever she has a lot to process. “Tell you what? If you’re really feeling uneasy about going berserk, I’ll help you with it.”

“Y-you’d do that for me?”

“Of course, silly. What are friends for?” Pinkie held out her hand with her pinky finger extended. Fluttershy took Pinkie’s finger with her own. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

Fluttershy pulled Pinkie in for a suffocating hug. “Oh, thank you, Pinkie. This makes me feel a bit better.”

“Mmmph hmmph umph,” Pinkie’s muffled voice was heard from Fluttershy’s breasts.

“What?” Fluttershy let go of the plump baker.

“I said; you’re welcome, sweetie!” Pinkie said energetically. “Phew! These things are as deadly as they are fun!” She bounced Fluttershy’s breasts in her hands, causing the avian’s face to turn bright red. “You should register these as weapons!”

Fluttershy grabbed Pinkie’s hands and held them tight. “Pinkie, stop!” she said louder than normal. “People are staring, and it’s embarrassing. Plus, it’s getting me a bit…”

Pinkie looked around and there were several customers who were watching the two women. One guy was so distracted he didn’t even realize he dropped his red velvet cupcake. Pinkie smiled sheepishly and backed off.

“Hey, Pinkie! I’m off to Sweet Apple Acres!” Sugar Belle called from the store entrance. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Pinkie’s face lit up and she zipped over to Sugar Belle. She shoved a cookie tin in the purple-haired terran’s hands with an excited look on her face. “Here, I made a special batch of cookies. These are for you and Big Mac. You two are gonna looove them!” she said with a wide grin on her face. “Oh! And be sure to share some with AJ.”

“Thank you, Pinkie,” Sugar Belle said accepting the gift. “A special batch from you is sure to be extra delicious. Wonder what they taste like?” She started to open the tin and Pinkie quickly shut it.

“NO!!!” she shouted so suddenly that Sugar Belle practically jumped. “I mean, you don’t want that fresh goodness to go to waste, do you? Just wait until you’re with Big Mac.”

Sugar Belle looked at Pinkie with a concerned expression. It was like her to just snap like that. “…Okay. I’ll do that.”

They said their goodbyes and Sugar Belle left the bakery. Pinkie stood there with her hands on her hips and a look that said she did something good. Fluttershy walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Um…those ‘special’ cookies…? They wouldn’t happen to be…?”

“Made with your ‘special ingredient’? Yeppers!” Pinkie said proudly. “I made a huuuuge batch! Got tins for all my friends. Just need to deliver them.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to give those to Sugar Belle?” Fluttershy said raising an eyebrow. “I mean…it has my…you-know-what in them. Even you were getting pretty…horny…with it.” she whispered the word horny.

“Relax. I mixed it with regular milk,” she said waving off Fluttershy. “So, the affects should be diluted. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? Sugar and Mac are gonna have a reeal good time tonight.”

Rarity sat at her worktable sewing an elaborate dress. She fed the fabric through the machine as Coco Pommel stood next to her with an assortment of swatches and carefully selected gemstones in her arms. At the front of the boutique Sassy Saddles helped customers. Heels clicking on the polished linoleum as she strutted across the floor.

Wiping sweat from her brow with a floating rag, Rarity tried to focus on the task at hand. While her hands were steady as they always have been, Rarity’s mind was going a mile a minute. The store and orders she had to fill, all the mess with Love Bunny, plus, there was a burning urge that she desperately tried to ignore. As her hands moved, Rarity momentarily lost focus. Her vision went hazy and her face grew hot.

“Miss Quartz?” Coco said breaking the silence. “Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yes, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” she said looking up.

“Because you just sewed your shirt sleeve into the dress.” Coco pointed to the sewing machine that was still whirring.

Rarity looked down and a tiny yelp escaped her lips. She shut off the machine and quickly undid the stitching. Using her magic, she was able to remove them and smooth over the fabric. Rarity sighed and cursed under her breath. Earlier that morning, Pinkie had stopped by and delivered a tin of cookies to her. Rarity didn’t think anything of them and ate a few, only to later realize they were made with Fluttershy’s breastmilk. The effects weren’t immediate, but Rarity noticed eventually. Her legs shook and her mind was plagued with intrusive thoughts. Thoughts of a certain green-haired man.

“Oh, I’m just distracted from all the work we’ve been doing,” she said trying to play it off. Rarity took the rag and dabbed sweat from her face again. “Hand me that topaz. We need to get this pattern just right.”

Coco handed the yellow-orange gemstones to Rarity one at a time. As the fashionista carefully hand-sewed the topaz to the dress, Coco asked her, “Do you know when Spike will be back here? I mean…as one of your living mannequins? He always looked so…dashing…and…” Coco’s face started to turn red as she continued talking.

Too focused on the dress, Rarity didn’t see Coco’s blushing face. “I’m not sure, Ms. Pommel,” she said. “Spike’s a busy man. He has college coming up in a few weeks. I imagine he’s probably preparing for that. Plus, he’s currently with…” Rarity trailed off. She remembered what Pinkie had told her that morning when she dropped off the cookies. That Spike was with Lily Lace and Inky Rose right now. Rarity thought of Spike with those two women. The passionate love making they must be doing, all hot, steamy, and animalistic. She thought about Spike embracing her with his big, strong arms. Pressing her face against his rigid abs. Taking his cock inside her mouth and…

“MISS RARITY!!! YOU’RE BLEEDING!!!” Coco shouted.

“Huh?” Rarity snapped out of her stupor and looked down. Sure enough, she had stabbed her finger with the sewing needle and blood seeped from the wound. She hadn’t even felt it. Rarity frantically pulled her hand away from the dress. “Protect the dress!! Protect the dress!!” she hollered.

In the Wonderbolt’s headquarters, the team was currently running drills in their auditorium. It was almost skyball season and they were training for the upcoming tournament. An obstacle course had been setup for them to practice with. Hoops levitated in the air and moved around; a series of columns that were tightly spaced together; paint ball guns that were rigged to fire when they flew by. Plus, there was a ball launcher that would send soccer balls at them.

As the Wonderbolts flew the drills, Scootaloo watched them from below cheering them on. Their technician, Comet Tail, operated the computer that controlled the obstacle course and monitored their performances. The flight suits they wore also had modules built in that read their vitals.

“YEAH!! GO DASH!!!” Scootaloo screamed at the top of her lungs.

“LET’S GO, FLYERS!!! WE HAVE TO MOVE FASTER!!! SHARPER!!! WE CAN’T LET THOSE SLUGS, THE FIREHAWKS, BEAT US AGAIN THIS YEAR!!!” Spitfire hollered at her team.

There was a groan from the Wonderbolts at the mention of the Firehawks. Their rival team. There had been a bitter feud between the two teams for a number of years now. None of them wanted to suffer another humiliating defeat at their hands again.

Rainbow Dash flew through the course with fierce determination. She caught the ball as it flew past her. Wove through the columns. Easily flew through all the levitating hoops as they moved through their patterns. She was able to run the course without much error until she got to the paint ball wall. Dash was able to evade most of the projectiles, but one managed to strike her in the thigh, leaving a bright red splotch. “Yeowch!! That really smarts!” she hissed. Dash rubbed the spot that was struck and flew the rest of the course, flinging the ball into the large basked marked ‘GOAL’.

“Come on, Prism! You know our opponents will be hurling their elements at us during a match!” Fleetfoot teased. The white-haired avian stopped to taunt her teammate, spinning the ball on her finger. “It’s gonna hurt a lot more than THAT!!” she tossed the ball and spun around to kick it into the goal. Fleetfoot flew past Dash, sticking her tongue out.

“I know that, but still…”

“ALRIGHT!! SAVE THE GOSSIP FOR LATER!!” Spitfire shouted at them as she flew through the course. “AFTER THIS, WE’RE DOING LAPS AROUND THE BUILDING!! SO, LET’S SEE SOME HUSTLE!!!”

Hearing this, Dash and Fleetfoot looked at each other.

“Race to see who scores the most goals before that?” Dash shouted.

“You’re on!”

“So, waddya think of this?” Applejack said. She and Constance sat in the secluded spot on Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack had prepared a picnic for them and brought the hired hand out for a ‘date’. She even put on a dress, which surprised Constance more than hearing she actually made the food for them. “Pretty sweet, right? I even got those fancy cocktail wieners you keep goin’ on about. I’ll admit, they’re pretty tasty.” Applejack slid one of the wieners into her mouth with a sensual look. “Though, the cookies are from Pinkie. Sugar Belle said she was rather eager to give them to us.”

Constance but into his roast beef sandwich. “You know? When you asked to meet you out here by the shovel, I didn’t think this is what you meant,” he said. Constance finished the sandwich and grabbed the bottle of chilled cider. “Figured you wanted to have a midday ‘meeting’ way out here. But this is a really nice spread you’ve got here. Hearing you made it makes it taste that much better. I was curious about why you were up late last night and didn’t want me going in the house. Baking that pie must’ve been quite the task for you.” He gestured to the half-burnt apple pie that sat on the blanket.

“Heh, yeah. I’m still gittin’ the hang of that kinda stuff,” Applejack said. She looked away feeling embarrassed by it. “We don’ have to eat it if ya don’ wanna…”

“No, I want to have a bite of that pie. In fact, I may just eat the whole thing myself,” he said. Constance leaned over and gave Applejack a kiss on the cheek. “Though, I am surprised to see you in a dress. Never figured you’d ever wear something like this.”

Applejack smiled and a faint blush spread across her freckled face. “Well, I reckon you’d wanna see me in somethin’ pretty. Feels kinda weird wearin’ a dress, though. Don’ really like havin’ my legs ‘xposed like this…”

“I won’t deny you do look rather pretty in that dress. But I’d prefer to see you in them work pants,” he said. Applejack raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t get to see that juicy pear of yours as clearly.”

“My ‘juicy pear’? What in tarnation could you…? Oh, you pervert!” Applejack put together what Constance meant and gave him a playful shove. She popped one of Pinkie’s cookies in her mouth. “Mmm. These are really good. Pinkie really outdid herself.”

“Really? Let me try one?” Constance let Applejack feed him one. “Hm, you’re right. They practically melt in your mouth.” Constance ate another one and turned to the old shovel that was just stuck in the ground. It was right next to a pair of trees that had curiously grown close to each other and intertwined. “So, what’s the deal with that shovel? It’s just sitting there doing nothing, but I can’t seem to move it.”

“Huh? Oh, that ol’ thing,” Applejack said. She stood up and brushed her dress off. “T’ be honest, I don’ really know myself. It’s been there as long as I can remember. I asked Granny about it but she just rambled on some nonsense. Talked about this mountain man and a great shadow that swept over our orchard. Then she got all quiet and real somber.” She walked over to the shovel and placed a hand on it. “Thing’s stuck in the ground real good. Not even Big Mac can budge it. Nobody knows why or how. Jus’ one of life’s mysteries.” Applejack gripped the handle and stuck her plump backside out. She gave the shovel as hard a pull as she could but it wouldn’t move. Well, it wiggled a tiny but, but barely enough for anyone to notice. “See? thing’s not movin’ a hair. I suggested to jus’ dig it out, but Granny was insistent we simply leave it. Huh? Hey! Wadder ya doin’ back there?” Applejack turned around to find Constance lifting the hem of her dress.

“Well, seeing you like this is getting me all worked up. Something about you bent over like this does that to me,” Constance said giving her a coy grin. He exposed her posterior and whistled. “I’ll say this about the dress; it certainly makes for easy access to this lovely pie of yours. Hope you don’t mind if I have myself a slice? Oh, what’s this? You wore the cute pair today?” Constance spotted the apple-print panties.

“I mean…you didn’t really think we’d come all the way out here and not do that?” Applejack murmured.

Constance slapped Applejack’s ass and the farmer let out a moan. He slapped it again making her moan louder. Applejack started to feel hot and gripped the shovel. She spread her legs apart and stuck her butt out more. Seeing her invitation, Constance opened his mouth and pressed his face to her juicy apple bottom. Applejack moaned again as he ate her out and leaned against the shovel for support.

In the Old Maretropolis Library’s basement, Celestia and the others were discussing how to handle the Love Bunny situation. Starswirl suggested that they make a serious effort to find her and her followers. However, Magnus pointed out that an increased effort could lead to Love Bunny taking greater notice of them and tightening her own security. Somnambula wondered if any of her workers could help, but Celestia rejected the idea. Saying that while they were indeed quite accomplished, none were nearly powerful enough to handle Love Bunny’s subjects. This had prompted Meadowbrook to ask about any of the Ouranian knights. Mistmane immediately shot it down. She was well aware of Ouranian bureaucracy and even a city-wide disaster wouldn’t have them mobilize without first sitting on it. Stygian echoed her sentiments, saying he had to deal with both normal bureaucrats and Ouranian and that both were nightmarish. The older heroes had difficulty deciding what was the best course of action.

“Well, whatever we end up deciding,” Magnus said, “I still say the Orm is of greater concern. Having someone like him just running around is dangerous. What if Love Bunny winds up discovering his true nature? We should probably keep him from engaging until this threat is neutralized.”

“Mags, I understand where you’re coming from, believe me, I do,” Stygian said. He rubbed his temple. “But I don’t want to ground Spike like. It would be too suspicious if we were to suddenly prevent him from fighting.”

“I miss having the old team,” Meadowbrook said with a sigh. “It’d be nice just to have everyone here. Fighting alongside everyone and taking down criminals. I really miss that.”

“I’d say we all do,” Mistmane said. “Unfortunately, nobody seems to know where Rockhoof even is or how to contact him. He walked away that night fifteen years ago and never bothered contacting us.”

Somnambula looked away when Mistmane said this. She pursed her lips and nervously fidgeted with her hands.

“Then there’s also the matter of…”

Mistmane quickly bit her tongue when she realized what she was about to say. She anxiously looked at Celestia, expecting the worst from one of her oldest friends. The whole room fell silent as they waited with bated breath. Celestia’s crystal ball pulsed as she processed her own emotions.

Finally, Celestia closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s alright, Misty. You can say it. Luna’s still trapped on the moon.” Her orb swirled with darker color as sadness washed over her. She fought the urge to cry, wanting to appear strong to her friends even in this state. “I…I don’t want to dance around this anymore. Fifteen years I’ve been wallowing and ignoring reality. We all lost three people that night, people we love dearly, to that wretch. I wish more that anyone to have my sister back. But it was the only way to keep everyone safe. And if we want to keep if that way, then Luna must remain in the moon. She knows that better than anyone.” Celestia raised her voice and her orb pulsed, glowing brighter. Had she still had her body, she probably would have manifested her wings to emphasize her words.

Everyone fell silent after that. They had been walking on eggshells ever since that night. Any mention of Luna in front of Celestia would typically result in either an angry outburst from her or a breakdown into tears. Until today, nobody would bring up Luna in conversation, treading carefully. Hearing that Celestia herself was talking about Luna finally lifted a weight off their chests. It was also a grim reminder of what they lost. In a way, they all had been ignoring the truth and didn’t want to face it.

“(ahem) Well, Tia,” Magnus said clearing his throat. “I do want to ask about our involvement. Specifically, how much you want us to help the youngsters.”

“Help them in what way?” she said raising her eyebrow.

“In this fight with Love Bunny. Do you want us on the front lines alongside them, or sitting off to the side? I don’t want to overstep my boundaries here. While I do respect if you want us to stay out their way, I don’t necessarily want to just wait in the wings.”

There was murmuring from the others. While they had thought about this in passing, none of them had really considered whether or not they should be active in this fight with Love Bunny. They had simply assumed that Celestia wanted them to sit back and let the new generation handle things. Granted, that was when the threat wasn’t as terrible as it is now. With a confirmed dangerous individual who has an army of trained Ouranian. Everyone was wondering in the backs of their minds if remaining inactive was a good thing.

“Mags, I understand you’re position. Honestly, when the disappearances started and my last pupil vanished, I seriously considered calling in the team again,” Celestia said. She let out a sigh as she collected her thoughts. “But that wouldn’t have been fair to any of you. You’ve all been out of the hero business for over a decade now, settled into your normal lives. How could I just tear that away from you?” Mistmane was about to say something when Celestia stopped her. “I know, I know. If I still had my body, I’d be out there kicking ass and looking good too. No doubt the rest of you felt the same way.” Celestia paused for a moment, remembering the years past of fighting crime. “For now, I want all of you to not get involved. I want our new group of heroes to learn and grow on their own. To make mistakes and enjoy the thrill of success. However,” Celestia’s tone changed “With how recent events have been going, you may need to step into your hero clothes once more. I fear things will only get worse from here. Everyone, be prepared for battle.”

Author's Note

And now we have the next chapter and a lot was learned.

We finally got the conversation between Celestia and Twilight's/Spike's parents. Something I hinted at a couple chapters ago. I was going to include it in that chapter but cut it for bloat reasons. I think it fits well here. The main thrust being that Twilight Velvet and Night Light are Ouranian themselves and knew about Spike being an Orm. There's also some details as to why Twilight Sparkle never awakened until the start of the story; that being because she's so bookish and school-minded her power never stirred inside her. Then there's the mentioning of Abacus Cinch and her doing something shady at Crystal Prep High, and we have a quick cameo from Shining Armor. I intend to have a semi-soonish chapter with both him and Cadance in the future. Not sure when that'll happen.

Yeah, much of the chapter is just playing catch up with the characters. Twilight going on a date with Flash. I wanted to do another date chapter with these two but it'll have to wait until later. Her part is pretty much what you read.

I wanted Fluttershy to confide in one of the characters about her worries with her inner lust going berserk. Pinkie seemed the most logical. Expect to see a chapter in the near future with them training Fluttershy's "hulk" form.

Rarity too is fairly straightforward. Her mind is plagued with thoughts of Spike, and the knowledge that he's having wild, crazy sex with two other women is eating at her.

So, the Rainbow Dash stuff with the Wonderbolts is actually a new development. I had the idea of them competing in some sport and came up with 'Sky Ball' (skyball? i'll work on spelling). I don't want to give too much away, but if you've seen Rollerball then you've got a good idea.

Again, more teasing with Applejack's situation. I'm not sure when exactly I want this to come to a head, but it definitely will. Also, some additional info with the mysterious shovel that seems permanently stuck in the ground. What could it mean? And what did Granny Smith's words mean?

So, I'm pretty much dropping all pretenses now and just going with Orms are dragons. I won't just have characters outright say 'dragon', at least not yet, but I'm not going to 'dance' around it anymore either. I'll withhold more of the vital information until it's time to reveal it. Also, for a little clarification, yes Lily Lace and Inky Rose are in fact bigger. Their visit to Everfree was essentially them upgrading to the next bimbo level. Or maybe half step. This also means they can transform. Will I have them do that? Still deciding. I may also look for an artist to draw more official art of them and in their upgraded forms.

Anyway, we end this with the older generation planning on the best course of action. Should Spike still be involved? Should they step in to help? Plus, there's the tease about what happened to Spike's people and what happened fifteen years ago. Why did Rockhoof abandon them? Who were the three they lost that night? Don't worry, I'll illuminate everything in a later chapter. Very much down the line.

Anyhoo, that's all for now. Thanks so much for taking the time to read the latest chapter of The Power Bimbos. I hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to leave a comment below. I love getting feedback from you guys. It helps me improve my writing.
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