Twilight shifted in the pile of blankets and pillows and cracked an eye open. The sun shone through the window onto her face making her squint at the brightness. She rolled over and searched the pile for her phone. After a few seconds she found it and brought the device to her face. 8:31 the time read on the screen. She groaned and tried to blink sleep from her eyes. The indigo-haired woman disentangled herself from the blankets and sat up, stretching. She felt the bones of her back click into place.

“I cannot wait for that bed to get here,” she yawned cracking her neck in the process. “I’m grateful to Raven for the blankets and pillows, but this is gonna be murder on my spine.” The woman looked down and let out a sound of disgust. “Ugh, dammit. It wasn’t a dream last night.”

She stared down the line of cleavage that met her sight. Twilight unceremoniously grabbed her breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. A tingle ran up her spine that she both loved and hated. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want any of this. Five years of college at the University of Coltifornia just to be some big boobed bimbo? And a super hero at that?

“Just what am I going to do with these?” she groaned bouncing her breasts in her hands. “Well, I guess this is kinda fun,” she giggled to herself. “But that still doesn’t help me. Or the fact that I’m now way too big for my bras. DAMMIT!!” Twilight flopped back on to the pile and pouted. She absently took one of her breasts in her hand and worked it in a circular motion. GRROOOWWWLLL. “Well, breakfast sounds like a good idea,” she said to her rumbling stomach.

The young woman pulled herself out of the sleeping pile and made her way to the kitchen on the second floor. “Ooh, ooh! Cold, cold, cold!” Twilight squeaked at the hard linoleum floor beneath her bare feet. The librarian pulled the door to the kitchen open and stepped inside. “Oh, hey, Spike. Didn’t know you were awake.”

Spike was sitting at one of the circular tables in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. His attention was turned slightly upward, and he looked down at Twilight.

“Morning, Twi. I’ve been up for over an hour now,” he answered between bites of cereal. “Well, really, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Still kinda pumped.” CRUNCH CRUNCH. He looked back up.

“Riiiight,” Twilight walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. The only thing inside was a bag of apples, a half empty jug of milk close to expiration, and a jar of pickles. “Is there anything to eat?”

“Cabinet to the left. Box of cereal. Be warned though.”

“What’s that supposed to…oh.” Twilight opened the cabinet Spike indicated and made a face. She grabbed the box inside and looked at it. “Toasty O’s. Of course.”

“It’s either that, or pickled apples.” MUNCH CRUNCH.

“Not gonna lie, that actually sounds better. Where are the bowls?”

“Two doors over. Hahaha.” He chuckled and took another bite.

“Okay, what are you…” Twilight followed his train of sight to see a small flat-screen television hanging over the cabinets. The channel was currently tuned to cartoons. “What a ‘big boy’ you are, Spike,” she teased as she poured cereal and milk into the bowl.

“Hey, dad watches cartoons. Those old ones with the squirrel and the robin,” Spike said defensively.

“Yeah, but that’s dad,” Twilight searched the drawers for a spoon.

“And, Shining Armor still watches those retro-anime,” he added

“Well, I mean…” she found a spoon and joined her brother at the table.

“And I caught you watching that show ‘Pubescent Polyphemes’,” Spike finished.

“Shut it! Not another word.” Twilight sat down at the table and started eating her breakfast. “Ick, bland as always.”

“By the way, we’re on tv. Well, sort of.” Spike grabbed the remote on the table and flipped through the channels. He stopped on a news broadcasting that had the plaza in the background.

The woman on the screen had dark red hair tied up in a bun and bright green eyes. She wore a royal blue dress and a gold-leaf necklace.

[…And that is all on the East Plaza attack, back to you, Sandy Beaches.] the news reporter spoke before the picture changed to the studio.

[Thank you, Hot Take. In other news, a rash of robberies has been sweeping the city. More on that at nine.]

Spike quickly changed the channel back to the cartoons.

“So, we caught the tail-end of it. I’m sure people are talking about it all over the city.”

“No surprise there. With all the commotion we caused, I’m impressed they’re not running through the streets yelling about it,” Twilight sighed.

“Don’t get such a swell head,” a woman’s voice said to them. Twilight and Spike looked up to see Raven enter the kitchen with Celestia in her arms. “That was only your first night, and you ‘caused’ minor property damage at best.” Raven set Celestia’s orb on the table and walked over to the counter to make herself coffee.

“Minor property damage? We wrecked that farmer’s market and Trixie turned at least fifty people into her slaves!” Twilight exclaimed in exasperation.

“HA! Come back when you’ve destroyed half a city block while fighting a giant chaos demon.”

“Ladies! If we’re done with our pissing contest,” Spike interjected, eliciting a chuckle from Celestia and a disgusted look from Twilight. “Was there a reason you came here?”

“Oh, right, right, right. When you are finished with your breakfast, meet us in the office.”

“Is that it?” Twilight asked.

“For now.”

Raven walked up to the table, set her cup of coffee down and picked up the orb. Her gem glowed and the cup levitated in the air. The brunette gave the siblings a polite nod before turning and leaving the room, coffee cup trailing behind her.

“What do you think she wants?” Twilight turned to Spike.

The man shrugged as he brought the bowl to his mouth. “Maybe she’s going to tell us the secret of the ‘Elements of Harmony’?”

“Be serious. Besides, that’s just a fairy tale.”

“I am serious. With all the crazy stuff going on, anything could happen.” The green-haired man stood and dropped his empty bowl in the sink.

Twilight quickly finished her cereal and followed him. As they climbed the stairs, Spike noticed his sister’s breasts practically popping out of her shirt. He quickly turned away and increased his speed up the staircase.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” Twilight called to him, doing her best to catch up. “Why’d you suddenly sprint up the stairs?”

“Uh, don’t you have anything to cover up?”

“What? OH! Geez!” The young woman covered her ample chest with her hands. “Where are you looking, you perv?”

“Where am I supposed to look? Your tits are right out in the open. They’re daring me to look.”

“What does that matter? You act like you’ve never seen cleavage before.”

“Not on my sister!”

“We’re not even blood related!”

Spike let out a gasp. “For shame.” And he stormed off to his room leaving Twilight standing there confused.

“Everything alright?” a woman asked.

Twilight jumped and turned to see Raven standing behind her.

“Yeah, Spike’s just acting like a baby,” she sighed. “Mainly because of these things.” Twilight grabbed her breasts. “None of my clothes really fit me anymore.”

Raven looked at the indigo-haired woman for a moment then turned back to the office. “Wait right there for a moment.”

“Uh, wha…?”

Half a minute later, the brunette returned with a simple white blouse, a black skirt and a black lacey bra. “Judging from appearances, I’d say we’re about the same size. Give or take. Until you are able to purchase a new wardrobe, you may borrow these.”

Twilight took the articles of clothing, almost speechless. “Th-thank you, so much. I don’t know what to say.”

“Also,” she pulled a business card out of her cleavage and handed it to the young woman, “You’re going to want to shop for underwear here. Just tell them ‘Tia’ sent you.” Raven bowed her head and returned to the office.

The business card read ‘Mistmane’s Alternative Apparel’ in an elegant lavender font. A turquoise cloud design bordered the card. An address was printed on the reverse side.

In her room, the young librarian stripped off her clothes. She grimaced at how they clung to her body. “Gonna need a shower later,” she said to herself. She rummaged through her suitcase until she found a pair of panties that were close to the bra Raven lent her. With a bit of effort, Twilight was able to squeeze her princess-sized posterior into the under garment. It was tight, uncomfortably so. The fabric dug into her soft thighs and firm butt, and Twilight was certain she had heard some of the elastic tear. But, with nothing else to wear, she had to make do.

Twilight then looked at the bra sitting on her bed, then to her breasts. She grabbed them and sighed heavily. It was hard to believe that less than a day ago she was just an ordinary college graduate who was not experiencing a sudden growth spurt. Or that she was thrust into a world she knew nothing about. She also couldn’t believe how easily Spike took to all of this. Though that may have to do with all the comic books he reads. Twilight sighed again and took up the borrowed brassier. It was a little snug, but for the most part it fit her. The same with the blouse. Now for the fun part: seeing if the skirt fits.

“So, what exactly did you need from us?” Spike asked Celestia. He stood in director’s office, arms folded.

“Hold on, let’s wait for your sister before we jump on in,” the talking orb said.

Spike groaned and proceeded to tap his foot. Today he had on a blue plaid button-down shirt open over a yellow t-shirt, faded blue jeans and the same sneakers her wore yesterday. Raven sat behind the desk and wore the same white blouse and black skirt that she did the previous day. Or at least a set of clothes that looked exactly the same.

The door to the office was flung open and Twilight rushed inside. “Sorry, sorry it took me so long. I had to find a safety pin.” All three people turned and gave her confused looks. The indigo-haired woman saw this and explained. “I was trying on the clothes Raven lent to me. The bra and shirt fit alright, but the skirt was a bit too tight. So, after a bit of searching, I found a safety pin and used that to keep the skirt on.” Twilight turned to show off the small bit of metal that held the fabric in place. The blouse she wore was also being pushed to its limits and it seemed as if the buttons on her chest would pop off at any moment.

“So, what did you call us in here for?”

“Well, firstly, and again, congratulations on your first victory. It may have been a minor battle,” Twilight turned and glared daggers at Celestia, “But we all have to start somewhere. Goddess knows I wasn’t taking on hordes of mind-controlled slaves when I first awakened.”

“If I recall, mistress,” Raven started, “You recounted your early days as an Ourania and how you would find a guy with a massive penis and, in your words, ‘Fuck him all day until his dick practically fell off’.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Celestia butted in. “No need to go into the past. Not what we’re here for.”

“Of course, mistress.”

“Now, as for why I called you here.”

“Finally,” Spike whispered.

“Raven, if you would.”

The brunette woman opened a drawer on the desk and pressed a button inside. Suddenly, the shutters slid from the ceiling and blocked the windows. A panel to the right of the desk slid to the side revealing an elevator. Raven gestured for the two to step in and they obeyed. With all four in the elevator, Raven pressed a button on the panel that was simply marked “DOWN”. The wall slid back into place and the elevator began its descent. Twilight and Spike looked at each other and exchanged glances. She appeared nervous and kept expecting something terrible to happen. He, on the other hand, was ecstatic and could barely contain his glee.

After a bit, the elevator finally came to a stop and the door slid open. Beyond the elevator was a large room much like a hangar. In front of the elevator door were several computer-monitors and a control panel.

“What is all this?” Twilight breathed looking the office up and down.

“It’s your own command center,” Spike said excitedly bouncing in place. “Just like in those superhero shows. We must be below the library.”

“Come again?” Twilight said with a raised eyebrow.

“No, no, he’s right,” Celestia reassured. “Much like those old comics we were in, we had a place to plan out attacks.”

“Wait? You mean to tell me that comic book I found yesterday was actually real life?” Spike got close to Celestia’s orb.

“In a manner of speaking. Much of the story was extrapolated from our adventures. Though details were otherwise changed for the sake of keeping our identities a secret. For example, we were not the owners of a library, but rather eccentric billionaires in the city.”

“Do you mean your sister, Luna?” Twilight asked.

“I do. Some time after we settled in the young city, people with their own type of powers began cropping up. They caused all kinds of trouble for the citizens, and the police were powerless to stop them. So, Luna and I took up crime fighting to maintain the peace in our new home. But no matter how much we fought, new threats always appeared. We even formed our own superhero team.”

“Were the comics mostly true to life?” Spike asked, and Celestia nodded. “So, who was that shadowy guy on the cover of the first issue? I couldn’t find any information in the comic.”

“The Shadow King, or that’s what he called himself,” Celestia answered. “An old and terrible foe of ours. Out of all our enemies, he would give us the most trouble.”

“Sounds scary,” Twilight said. “What happened to him?”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about him,” Celestia said quickly. “He can’t escape the prison he’s in now.”

“What kind of prison is it?” Spike asked.

“An inescapable one.” Celestia said with a firm voice. “Well, now, let’s take a look around.”

Raven moved to the wall and flipped a few switches. The area beyond the monitors lit up. It was set up much like the floors of the library above. The center had a circular recess that was about ten meters in diameter with a guard rail around it. There was also a floor beneath this one that seemed to have nothing but collected memorabilia: a brass bell on a leather belt, an animatronic manticore, and several weapons encased in glass were among the items there.

“WOW! This place is so cool!” Spike exclaimed.

“More like really weird,” Twilight made a face at the various items laying around the place. “Hey, what are those over there?” she pointed.

“Oh, the old team,” Celestia said. “Goddess, that takes me back.

Against one of the walls six objects were displayed on pedestals. An old leather-bound book, a well-worn shovel, a bronze shield, a yellow and blue striped mask, a white silk blind fold, and a single purple flower in a simple grey vase.

“This place is enormous, and that’s not including the library upstairs,” Spike started. “How was all of this built?”

“Well, this place in particular wasn’t constructed until much later. And even then, it took about five years to be fully operational.”

At that moment Twilight felt a buzzing from her chest. She reached up and pulled out her phone. “What? It was the only place I could put it.”

“Who’s it from?” Spike asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t recognize the number. The message just says: [hey twilight we’re gonna visit you at the Old Maretropolis Library. See ya soon].”

Her phone buzzed again. [btw this is Pinkie]

“How did Pinkie get my phone number?”

Rarity exited her bathroom in her apartment, steam billowing out from the door. She stretched and her bare breasts bounced with the movement.

“Ah, nothing like a hot shower to make everything feel clean,” she strode to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black lace panties and bra and slipped them on. The gem on the violet-haired woman’s forehead glowed and a pair of white designer jeans and a black medium sleeved top levitated out of her closet.

“Hmm,” a male voice was heard from her bed.

“Well, it doesn’t come close to the exfoliation or deep tissue massage at the ‘Sleepwalkers Spa’, but it’s the next best thing.” Rarity sat down at her vanity and proceeded to blow dry her hair.

“Hmm,” the voice grunted again.

“I suppose you’re right, I should make an appointment for the spa soon. It has been, gosh, at least a month.” The woman pulled her jeans up over her hips and her black top on. She stood up and flung the drapes on the windows open.

The figure on the bed flinched at the sudden light and covered his head with a pillow.

“Alright, I’m off,” Rarity grabbed a purse from her closet. “Don’t stay in bed too long, darling. It’s bad for your skin.” And with that, Rarity left her apartment.

“Hmm,” the man grunted, not moving an inch.

“For th’ last time, Pinkie, Ah don’t know wha’ happened last night,” Applejack said to the cottoncandy-haired woman. She, Pinkie and Fluttershy got out of their taxi and approached the Old Maretropolis Library. “It’s all jus’ a blur. Tha’ crazy woman showed up, Ah got hit with one of her spells, then nuthin’. Well, Ah do recall tusslin’ with this green-haired fella, but tha’s it.”

“Alright, alright. Just wanted to make extra sure you didn’t know what was going on,” Pinkie replied eying the blond woman suspiciously.

“Do we have to go here?” Fluttershy said nervously. “It looks so spooky, even during the day. There could be g-ghosts.”

“Ah reckon we don’ hafta,” Applejack said adjusting her hat. “But Ah seem to recall this place being closed down. Why would someone start a job at a place that isn’t open?”

“Maybe it’s a secret?!” Pinkie suddenly shouted causing Fluttershy to jump a bit. “Sorry Flutts.”

“Well, wha’ever th’ case, Ah wanna get to th’ bottom of this.”

Applejack continued up the steps as Pinkie grabbed Fluttershy and dragged her to the entrance. The farmer took a deep breath and pulled the big oak door open. The three of them enter the building and ooh and aah at the lobby. Fluttershy clung to Pinkie, expecting something to jump out at them.

“Guys! Hey! You’re here, at the library!” A female voice called to them.

Twilight stepped off the stairs and walked towards them, clearly out of breath.

“Hi Twilight!” Pinkie called waving her arms ecstatically. “Hi Spike!”

Spike stepped up behind Twilight, panting. “Man, you’re really fast when you want to be.”

“Pinkie, Fluttershy, and…I don’t believe we’ve met.” Twilight turned to Applejack.

“We have not. Name’s Applejack Smith, it’s nice to meet ya.” She held out her hand to the librarian.

“As I’m sure you’ve heard, I’m Twilight Sparkle Stellanis. Wow you’ve got a strong grip,” she shook the woman’s hand. “And this is my brother, Spike.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said shaking her hand.

“So, what brings you to the library?” Twilight asked nervously.

“Jus’ wanted ta’ have a look around is all,” Applejack said moving further into the building. “Heard this place wasn’t open.”

“It isn’t,” the indigo-haired woman said quickly. “But I was hired to help with the reopening. The place closed down due to managerial issues, but the new owner wishes to have the facility up and running again.”

“See, Applejack,” Pinkie bounced next to the blond woman, “Nothing to worry about.”

“Ah dunno,” she said looking around. “Something still feels off.”

“Well, if you want, I can give you a quick tour? Maybe that will put your mind at ease?”

“Ah suppose. If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Not at all.”

Twilight then showed Applejack, Pinkie, and Fluttershy around the three floors of the library. Spike tagged along for good measure.

“Hey, does Twilight look different to you?” Pinkie asked Applejack.

“Pinkie, how would Ah know? Ah’ve never met the woman,” the farmer answered.

“Oh, right. Maybe it’s just me?” She turned around as if looking for something. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Fluttershy asked.

“I don’t know. It’s kinda hard to describe.”

“Ya sure it’s not yer stomach rumblin’ again?” Applejack poked the woman’s pudgy belly.

“Spike, I hope you’re doing alright,” Fluttershy turned to the green-haired man. “Again, I’m really sorry about Sirius.”

“Stop apologizing, it wasn’t your fault. These things happen,” he said waving it off. “Besides, if Sirius hadn’t tackled me, you wouldn’t have been able to show us to the library. So, really, it was a good thing.”

“Yeah, sorry about Pinkie. She can be like that sometimes.”

“Ah, it’s nothing. You should see Twi when she starts obsessing over something. She gets reeeeally stubborn.”

“I heard that!” Twilight called over her shoulder. “And this is the entrance to the chief librarian’s office.” she stopped in front of Raven’s office.

At that precise moment the brunette woman stepped out of the room. “Ah, Miss Stellanis, how fortuitous. I need to borrow you for a few minutes.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be right back,” and she closed the door behind her.

“Where do you want me to go?” Pinkie suddenly blurted out.

“Uh, wha’ was tha’?”

“You didn’t hear that?”

Applejack and Fluttershy shook their heads. Spike, meanwhile, shifted his gaze back and forth.

“Probably the wind,” he said nervously.

“The wind?” Applejack gave him a skeptical look.

“Yeah, this is an old building. There’s probably a ventilation shaft nearby. And whenever the wind blows, a noise is heard. That’s likely what Pinkie is hearing.”

Applejack raised an eyebrow, still not convinced.

“That does make sense,” Fluttershy added. “I’ve been in old buildings that made a lot of weird sounds. It could’ve been something settling nearby?”

The blond woman gave Fluttershy a look then shrugged. “Ah guess. Can’t tell you the number of times Ah’ve been in th’ orchard and heard sum crazy noise.”

Spike breathed a silent sigh of relief. Ever grateful that a simple lie was enough to keep them from snooping around.

Pinkie, however, was not easily swayed. She folded her arms and screwed up her face. “No, it didn’t sound like the wind or ‘settling’. No, it was more like…” suddenly Pinkie’s stomach gave a loud rumble.

“Gittin’ hungry, ahr we?” Applejack said, giving Pinkie a playful shove.

“Eheh, I guess so. I did skip breakfast this morning,” she said sheepishly scratching her head.

“Ah’right. Ah guess we can do wi’h summin’ to eat.”

“YAY!” Pinkie shouted jumping in place.

“What’s going on?” Twilight asked stepping out of the office.

“Well, Pinkie apparently skipped breakfast, and now we’re going somewhere to eat,” Spike answered. “You in?”

The librarian took a moment to think before nodding. “Sure, I could do with some real food. Toasty O’s are bleh. Besides, I need to do a bit of clothes shopping. I guess I didn’t pack enough.”

“Okay, I’ll call us a cab,” Fluttershy said pulling out her phone.

“I’ll meet you outside, I just need to grab my purse,” Twilight said as Applejack, Pinkie and Fluttershy headed downstairs.

“Hey, everything okay with…?” Spike gestured to Raven’s office.

“What? Oh, yeah. They were just telling me that the big computer needs some repairs. Something about mice?”

“Nothing terrible, I guess?”

“No, but Celestia did tell me the computer won’t be up and running for about a week.”

“Then…I guess enjoy being a librarian until then?” Spike shrugged.

“Obviously.”

Twilight and Spike made their way downstairs and got in the cab with the others. Meanwhile, Raven leaned back in her office chair and drummed her fingers on the desk.

“That girl could hear the voice,” she said matter-of-factly. “First Miss Stellanis, now this one. What a coincidence that is.”

“This is no coincidence, Raven,” Celestia spoke from atop the desk. “Fate has something in store for us.”

Author's Note

Well, chapter five isn't much. Sorry about that. I need to stop with these continuous chapters. (he says knowing full-well the next chapter will be continuous) I mean drawn out days like this. after the next chapter it won't be so day-to-day. God knows i'd go crazy if I were to attempt that. (shudders) Any who, so Celestia has her own Batcave, so to speak. A "Bimbocave"? I was initially gonna have the main office also double as the "command center" for the story, then thought, nah. Even if it is utterly ridiculous.

The Pillars were always going to show up in the fic at some point, they were part of Celestia's old superhero team. Workshopping superhero names for them right now. Currently I've got "Mountain Man" for Rockhoof, "The Beautician" for Mistmane, "Sphinx" for Somnambula, and "Gladiator" for Flash Magnus. Starswirl I'm still working on, trying to come up with a clever hero name for him is strangely arduous. Meadowbrook I don't have to worry about because she already had an alternative name in the show, Mystical Mask. So, I'm gonna shorten it to "Mystic Mask". It rolls off the tongue a little better.

Again, I'm sorry for the lack of pornographic material in this bimbo fic (starting to feel silly now), but I promise you the next chapter will feature some sexy scene(s). It may sound weird, but I kinda want to work the sex stuff in more naturally than just: "Suddenly, porn".

Rarity's outfit is based off this image I found. Thank you google. https://www.deviantart.com/kianamai/art/Human-Rarity-672865386

Anyways, as always, I'm super glad you took the time to read this silly story I decided to start writing. If there's anything you like, dislike, or any areas that need improvement, don't hesitate to comment. See you in the next chapter, hopefully soon.