Working out in the apple orchards was as hot and sweaty as it was tiring. Even with the weather as pleasant as it was that afternoon, the manual labor of a whole summer day’s worth of apple bucking had left Big Macintosh all but soaked with sweat. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. As soon as he had gotten back from the fields, he stripped off his sticky clothes and jumped into the outside shower. Nobody ever liked anyone coming into the house filthy and reeking of a hard day’s exertion, so they always used the shower before coming back inside the house. It only had lukewarm water, and had a slight smell of chlorine to it, but it was better than feeling clammy and reeking of body odor. As he scrubbed away the dirt and grime off his body--scouring so thoroughly he was sure that, were it not for his skin already being a bright shade of amaranth, he’d have made it look positively pink--he found himself pondering over the events of the last few days.

Apple Bloom had finally come of age. It was still a bit dizzying to think the little filly he’d helped to raise was all grown up now, but it was the truth. And she had matured into a right pretty mare, just as beautiful in her majority as she was adorable in her minority. Though that had also meant she’d been trying to assert more and more independence as she grew older. She wasn’t quite a rebel, per se, but she still wanted to be treated as an adult. After all, she was one now.

And Big Mac really didn’t think that was wrong in any way. Admittedly, he was still quite protective of his youngest sister--what with having to fend off stallions who went sniffing around her, and generally making sure she didn’t get into trouble--but he nevertheless respected her enough that he felt it was about time she got a little more freedom. Applejack, though, was a different story. To her, Apple Bloom was still the baby of the bunch; still in need of protections and strict curfews, and still very much meant to work on the farm.

And while he did understand why AJ thought like that, he really couldn’t help but feel for his baby sister, especially now. With her having finally reached adulthood, Apple Bloom had wanted to enjoy the chance to finally drink with the rest of the family. But they had to ultimately put it on hold.

Surprisingly, it had very little to do with the idea of Apple Bloom still being too young--even AJ acknowledged she was old enough to partake. But, unfortunately, there was a rather compromising item down in the cellar they needed to find first. Granny had accidently forgotten where she’d hidden the Triple B.

And if there was one thing AJ did not want Apple Bloom to get her hands on, it was that; neither did he, though not quite for the same reasons.

The Triple B was many things. While it was technically an alcohol, it was more akin in function to a potion. It tasted like heaven, for sure, and it had no lasting effects on a stallion--aside from perhaps leaving one hell of a hangover in the morning. The issue was what was said to happen when a mare drank it.

He had never witnessed its effects in action, but he still remembered the first time he had seen the results of the drink. It had been when he was still a colt, when he’d gone to one of their family’s massive get-togethers. There, he’d seen a particularly... tart female cousin. He’d never forget the sight of her. What passed for ‘clothing’ on her was blatantly tasteless and totally lacking in even a shred of modesty. Her entire upper body had been laid bare for all to see, exposing her positively glowing and unblemished skin, a pair of huge breasts which were heavy with breast milk, and a massively pregnant belly. Cradled in either of her arms had been two foals, who latched hungrily at either of their mother’s puffy nipples as she nursed them. Her huge, taunt stomach had captivated him, even as a colt who had none of the desires or urges he would later feel as puberty hit him, and when Big Mac had come up to her and asked to feel her belly, she’d given him a vacant, but very bubbly smile and placed his hands onto her, letting him rub over her distended abdomen, and he felt the babies kicking and moving around inside her.

As he later learned, that cousin has already given birth to almost a dozen foals in total over the course of only five years before that day--and, including the triplets she had in her belly at the time, she would go on to birth a dozen MORE foals for her husband.

All the while being an utterly unapologetic bimbo about it.

Such a thing was not unheard of in their family. Broodmares such as her were highly prized among the Apple clan, as they were perfect for mothering healthy children with. What made the Triple B so notorious was its capacity to further modify them into the ideal broodmare housewife, by transforming their bodies and altering their minds to make them more attractive, more fertile, and completely subservient to their stallions. Their bodies became physical manifestations of desire, turning their figures into impossibly lewder versions of their former selves. Their fecundity skyrocketed, making it so that it was rarer for them to have just one foal per pregnancy as it was to have multiple babies in a single birthing. They also became utterly devoted to their partners, as well as great housekeepers, and the perfect mothers to rear and care for children. However, these various benefits came at the ultimate cost of the mare’s intelligence and decency, as they inevitably became empty-headed and lascivious; albeit still completely loving and devoted to their families.

Using the Triple B’s capacity for producing such ideal breeding mares, the Apples were able to strategically sell off their daughters’ flesh for the sake of securing the family’s fortunes and establishing cooperation with other clans. Though, that tactic was only done if strictly necessary, as was the case when the Apples convinced other ponies to settle what would eventually become Ponyville. It was used far more frequently for the purpose of eugenics; the Apples would introduce stallions with desirable traits into the family by pairing them with these mares in order to strengthen the family gene pool when and wherever needed.

The babies born from these bimbofied broodmares were always of the highest genetic stock, regardless of their actual paternity. As a result, the family’s genealogical records showed that it was not unheard of for relatives to interbreed. Cases of cousins, uncles and nieces, as well as aunts and nephews were the most common; but instances of siblings breeding had been documented as well. There was even one case of a widowed father taking his daughter as a broodmare, and another where a mother subjecting herself to the Triple B and had children with her son. With the dangers that came with inbreeding mitigated as a direct result of the concoction, this had the added benefit of encouraging familial closeness, as well as keep the family’s considerable assets out of the hands of other clans. Some members of the family went so far as to claim it helped to ‘keep the line pure’, but that was hardly relevant from a practical standpoint.

The widespread use of Triple B had largely died down as time went on; it was simply not needed as much as it had been before. And the fear of other families stealing its formula for their own use caused its production to more or less go underground. However, the Apples did keep what was left of the brandy under lock and key--just in case they ever felt they needed it again. It’s properties ensured that it lasted a very long time, with an aging potential even greater than that of a vintage port. It still saw the occasional use; aside from recreational consumption by stallions, a broodmare would be subjected to its effects once or twice every generation.

It was important to note that the mares in question were never forced to take the drink against their own will. That only occured if they were a particularly bad apple. The vast majority of the time, mares gleefully leapt at the chance to imbibe the elixir. Big Mac sincerely doubted the practice would have survived Princess Celestia’s judgment or even been permitted to begin with, otherwise.

Once he finally deemed himself sufficiently clean, he cut the water off the showerhead. Drying himself off with a towel he’d laid out that morning, he put on a second pair of pants he’d also laid out to wear after his work was over, not bothering to put on a shirt as he walked towards the back of the house. He gave an idle glance to the cellar doors. “Still locked, good.” he muttered to himself, nodding. He had kept the key to the lock on the door on his person at all times, so he had no need to fear on his end. Granny had the only spare key to the cellar on her, and she’d gone off just that morning before he’d left to work. So he was sure Apple Bloom couldn’t have nabbed the key while he was away; still, it never hurt to be careful. Rather than head straight in, Big Mac decided to head around the house and check the mail. The bills and finances were something AJ had taken upon herself to take care of, but he could at the very least bring them in the house for her to look at when she got back.

But as he did so, he found himself thinking back to the matter of the Triple B, and why it was so important they needed to find it before they could let Apple Bloom down in the cellar.

Even before she had come of age, it had been obvious Apple Bloom was developing into prime broodmare material. By the time she was a teenager, she was attracting the attention of colts her age, and that had been relatively innocent enough. But as she grew older, and the day of her majority crept closer and closer, she began turning the attentions of seedier stallions. Even a few of their own relatives had starting eyeing her, saying they’d be glad to take her back to their farms once she was old enough and make her their wife--going so far as to suggest she be given the Triple B even before she was legally old enough to have sex.

Thankfully, Big Mac and AJ had put a stop to that shit with blistering speed, and those who were smart fucked right off. The not-so-bright ones got their snouts bloodied and had a few teeth loosed before they learned their lesson. But even if he and AJ were doing a good job keeping stallions from sniffing around their sister anymore, it nevertheless brought an issue to their attention--one that Granny in particular was unmoving on. Put simply, Apple Bloom needed to find a stallion to wed, and soon. After all, as a breeding mare, she was expected to produce the next generation of the family. AJ had no apparent desire to ever marry, and he...

Big Mac stopped where he stood as he was about to reach the front porch. He felt his hand tighten into a fist, crumpling the envelopes in his hand. His lips tightened and pursed, and a sense of shame and anger filled him.

Because in a way, this was at least partially his fault.

As the eldest child and sole son of the three Apple siblings on Sweet Apple Acres, it had long been expected of Big Mac to find a mare to call his own and make a bride of her. And he’d had a few, very beautiful mares in his life. But they had all left him behind, and he’d never been able to keep them around long enough to muster the courage to get on his knee and propose. And the reason for that…

Big Mac stared down to the place between his legs. Stared at the thing they’d all ran away from. He felt angry. Angry at them for not being understanding enough to accept him for something he had no control over. Angry at himself for being such a failure as a stallion. As a stud.

He shook his head, composing himself. There was no point in dwelling on the past. It simply seemed that it wasn’t meant to be. And he respected and understood why they’d all said they ‘just wanted to be friends’.

Still, he couldn’t help but wish for it. Of course he wanted a mare to call his own, one that would never leave him like the other mares had. Of course he wanted a wife with whom he could bear offspring, who’d be waiting for him at the house everyday with a smile on her face. And of course he wanted a family of his own, with sons and daughters he could swoop up in his arms and hug after a hard days work.

But, again, it just seemed like it wasn’t meant to be.

Which was why it was all the more important that they kept Apple Bloom away from the Triple B, at least until they had gone over with her as to what it would do to her. They might have acknowledged the fact Apple Bloom was meant to find a stallion and produce foals. But that didn’t mean they approved of the notion of her becoming the broodmare of just any eugenic-obsessed relative or shady outsider. Granny at the very least didn’t approve of any of the stallions who’d tried to court Apple Bloom; though she seemed rather nebulous about the involvement of the Triple B insofar as it’s use in helping Bloom find a mate. AJ, on the other hand, was absolutely against its use. She thought the stuff was the broth of Tartarus, and had sworn that she wouldn’t let Bloom, in her own words, ‘be turned inta some brain-dead hussy.’

As for Big Mac himself… well, he was of a different mindset. Unlike AJ, he didn’t think ill of those who subjected themselves to the Triple B. Bearing children was the duty of all broodmares, after all, and the elixir was an aid to that function--one that had helped their family when it was on hard times. If Apple Bloom wanted to follow that path in life, he’d have no objections to her becoming a bimbo. In fact, she’d probably be really happy as one--mares who became bimbos were always bubbly and content with their lives after taking the Triple B. But he could only feel it would be right if she took that plunge fully knowing and willing of its effects. And unfortunately, his youngest sister had probably come under the impression that the tales of the Triple B were naught but fibs they’d come up with to keep her out of the cellar. And it wasn’t like they could exactly prove to her that it was real--not without turning some other mare into a bimbo.

Perhaps when AJ and Granny got back, and they all shared their first drink with Apple Bloom, he’d tell her everything he could about the Triple B, and she could make the choice of what to do with that knowledge herself. He’d look himself, but he just had too big a quota to fill to spare the time or energy trying to find it.

“Just gotta endure fer a week,” he sighed. He really didn’t look forward to having Apple Bloom pouting for that long a time. But, it had to be done. With a deep breath, Big Mac made his way back towards the house… and curiously eyed a box laying on the front porch. Upon closer inspection, he could clearly see Granny’s handwriting scribbled on the postage. It simply read ‘Cloths For Apple Bloom!’

He blinked, confused. “Why in tarnation…? She only just left this mornin’. Did she mail this in advance?” Why on earth would Apple Bloom have need for new clothin’? She has plenty a hand me down from AJ, and they suite her just fine… He simply couldn’t make heads or tails of it. With a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders, he picked up the package and brought it into the house.

Apple Bloom found herself humming as she stood in the shower, dancing in place and swaying her hips ever so slightly as she felt the hot water cascade over her naked body. She ran her fingers through her mane as she did so, washing out the last of the conditioner from her locks of brilliant amaranthine hair, which seemed to glisten in the steamy atmosphere of the bathroom.

She truly had felt like she was on cloud nine ever since she drank the Triple B. It was like she was on a natural high, yet she hadn’t really done anything other than get in the shower since she’d gotten back from the cellar. For some reason, everything just felt right. The contentment she felt from the drink’s warmth hadn’t left her in the slightest. It made the warm water feel like liquid euphoria on her skin. She almost felt like staying in the shower for a while longer…

“Sugarcube! Ahm back!”

Then she heard her brother’s voice just down the hall. Suddenly taken out of her emotional high, Bloom realized with widening eyes that, for some reason she couldn’t possibly explain, she hadn’t bothered closing the door to the bathroom when she’d first walked in. The downstairs bathroom was situated pretty close to the front entrance of the house, meaning that Big Mac would see her in the shower once he walked in far enough. She hastily turned off the water, before hastily making for the door, disregarding how slippery her footing was when she was still soaking wet. She closed it nearly all the way shut before Big Mac rounded the corner.

“In the shower, Mac!” she hollered through the crack in the door. “Be out in a sec!”

“Arright, don’t go trippin’ yourself in there,” he said patiently. “When you’re done, Ah got a package for ya in the livin’ room. Seems it’s from Granny.” Big Mac didn’t sound angry or concerned, so she figured he hadn’t seen any sign of her getting into the cellar. She found herself breathing a sigh of relief as a result. Then, she blinked in confusion. Granny sent me sumthin? She wondered. Coulda just as easily done given ta me while she was here. Walking back into the bathroom for a towel, Apple Bloom began drying herself off, wiping herself down before blowing her hair. But after she had finished, for reasons she couldn’t quite put her finger on, she paused to study her figure in the mirror.

Apple Bloom wasn’t a workpony like her older siblings were. While she could help out on the farm, she wasn’t cut out for the same manual labor they dealt with on a daily basis. She simply didn’t have the strength or stamina of Applejack, much less that of Big Mac. Instead of the sculpted muscles and powerful frames they’d inherited from their father, she’d gotten their mother’s softer, more svelte figure--though, judging from family photos, she wasn’t as buxom and supple as Pear Butter had been. In contrast, Apple Bloom herself was a bit on the skinny side, with average breasts and a bit of a thin frame. She still didn’t know just how her mother could have been so feminine, despite having lived her entire life working on one of two farms…

It wasn’t as if she herself was unattractive. On the contrary, she was considered beautiful by everyone she knew; she had no end of stallions who’d tried to court her over the last few years, to be sure. But it was Sweetie Belle who drew most of the stallions in; with her hourglass figure, delicate features, and light grey, almost porcelain skin. She’d always envied how girly her friend could be.

She wished she could be a more feminine mare like Sweetie was. She wished she had a sexy body like her mother had. But a life of helping out on the farm and her escapades with her friends had probably not helped in that regard.

‘Ya need a bit more meat on yer bones, sugarcube,’ Granny had lamented. ‘How’re you expectin’ ta be fertile and bear foals if yer hardly eatin’ enough fer yerself??’

Her train of thought stopped at that last part, an uncertain look on her face as she placed a hand over her abdomen, where her womb lay beneath her belly , while the other rested atop one of her breasts. “Fertile… Foal bearing...”

She knew very well what she was in the eyes of the family, as well as many other stallions. Even before she was fully grown, she was acknowledged as a broodmare in the making by many, and it was expected that she soon be wed to some stallion and become a mother for the next generation of Apples.

The issue was not so egregious when she was younger, as the primary duty of carrying on the family name would have fallen on her brother Big Mac. But while he’d courted many lovely mares over the years, for some reason, all of his attempts at love had strangely dried up before he could secure a marriage. Even Sugar Belle, the mare he had seemed all but destined for, ultimately left him for some reason only known between the two of them. She still remembered how devastated her brother had been when Sugar left him, and how he’d all but given up on finding a mare afterwards, throwing himself into farm work.

Coupled with Applejack not seeming the slightest bit interested in settling down with any stallions, it meant that the future of Sweet Apple Aches was to fall on her shoulders. Or, as one might rather put it, her capacity to find a mate of good breeding, and give birth to strong colts and lively fillies by him.

It wasn’t as though she had never wanted such a life as that. She’d always dreamed of finding some stallion she could fall in love with, marry, and have babies with. But the pressing need to produce strong and healthy foals meant that the hypothetical stallion in question would probably be selected less out of consideration for her own feelings, and more for what genes said mate could contribute to the family gene pool. And while she had accepted her role as the family broodmare, she felt some unhappiness that her future was being so arbitrarily decided for her. Was she to lose all of her time with her friends? Was she to be consigned to marry a stallion she may have never met before? A stallion... who might not actually care for her?

She blinked. “Wait, that’s the main issue Ah have with all this...?” The whole thing seemed screwed up, at least to a normal pony. Broodmares such as her were more often than not kept barefoot and pregnant for the rest of their days on the farm; birthing foal after foal only to be immediately impregnated over and over again in an endless cycle of breeding, rearing, and birthing. They were also expected to cook and clean on top of rearing the children while their husbands put bread on the table.

Apple Bloom looked down from her reflection to her feet, feeling useless. All she could do was pray that Granny’s choice of stallion was kind and understanding.

“‘Guess Ah should go ahead an’ make dinner,” she sighed, brushing the thoughts from her mind. Cooking was something she’d taken on easily enough, so she’d been designated as mare of the kitchen as Granny had gotten further along in years. Can’t count on Mac ta cook--were it up ta him, he’d just eat a raw can of beans! After slipping into her choice of clothes--a pair of daisy dukes and a tied-front crop top--she exited the bathroom and made her way to the kitchen.

She failed to notice how her clothes seemed to feel just a bit tighter against her skin than before.

Big Mac was reclining on the couch, his eyes closed as he held a tall, half-full glass of water in one hand as he relaxed from his long day out in the field. Leaning his head back and kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, he looked somewhat worn out from all the apple bucking he’d done for the day, as his eyes were closed.

...He also wasn’t wearing a shirt.

It wasn’t anything unusual. Apple Bloom had seen her brother’s bare chest all the time growing up. There was no way she could be embarrassed about seeing his naked torso after all these years.

So… why did she find her heart fluttering in her chest as she found herself eying his muscular frame? Why did she feel so flustered as she gazed at his flawless physique?

Big Mac wasn’t really a body builder, but the farmer’s life had left him in amazing shape. With a flat stomach, broad shoulders, and a massive height of more than seven feet, he was a veritable mountain of rippling, sinewy muscle that looked hard enough to grind meat on. Combined with his handsome, chiseled features, it made Apple Bloom’s brother into one hell of a hunk. Really, in many ways, Big Mac was the perfect stallion--or at least, as close to perfect as she had ever seen in a stud. Strong, but kind. Soft-spoken, but dependable. Taciturn at times, but surprisingly erudite.

So... why did so many mares leave him…? She found herself wondering.

It had always confounded her to no end. Ms. Cheerilee, their cousin Marble Pie, Fluttershy, and of course, Sugar Belle. All of them were mares with whom Big Mac had had wonderful, loving relationships; he’d always been nothing but kind and sweet to each and every one of them, and never did them any wrong as far as she knew. And yet, they’d each and all broken up with her brother at some point--still very much friends and on good terms with him afterwards, but never so much as considering ever getting back together with Big Mac.

Why the hell would they do that to him, she thought angrily. Mac’s a perfect stallion! Ah’d be over the moon to have a lover like him! Maybe if Ah was just… if Ah just a little prettier... Sexier… Her eyes widened at that, and she felt her jaw drop, leaving her mouth agape. Her cheeks suddenly felt very hot. W-w-where’d that come from?!? Did Ah seriously just think that?! She shook her head vigorously from side to side.

“...Sugarcube?”

Any and all thoughts going through her head evaporated when she locked eyes with her brother, and all of a sudden Apple Bloom became distinctly aware that she had, at some point, stood right in front of where Big Mac had been sitting, bending down so that she loomed over him. The result was that her face was a bit closer to his that might have been strictly decent.

She felt her cheeks fluster and her eyes widen again as he looked up at her, blinking. “No, I--uhm!” She stammered as she backed away from her brother. “Eh, hey, Mac! Sorry if Ah, um… woke ya up.”

“Naw, it’s fine,” he said with a small smile. “Just restin’ a bit from the day’s work, is all.”

“R-right,” she breathed, nodding as she put her hands behind her back. “You, um… said Ah had a package? Ah wanna look and see what’s inside before puttin’ on dinner.”

“Sure thing, Apple Bloom.”

Reaching down beside him, Big Mac picked up a box which had rested on the floor. When he handed it to her, she saw Granny’s handwriting. She blinked as she read it. “Clothes… fer me?”

He shrugged in reply. “Weird, innit? S’pose it might be a late birthday present for ya, or sumthin’. Not too sure Ah can reckon what’s goin’ through Granny’s head, givin’ it to ya like this.”

As she began tearing away at the packaging, Apple Bloom found herself noticing that her brother’s eyes were lingering on her. She looked at him, watching him look at her from head to toe, feeling just a tad weirded out as he seemed to examine her. “Er, Big Mac? Sumthin’ wrong…?”

“Hm,” he acknowledged her, standing up as he began to circle behind and around her, scratching his chin contemplatively. “Sugarcube, did you use sumthin’ special in the shower? You’re lookin’ mighty radiant right now.”

She had to suppress an involuntarily gulp at that. “Nuthin’ out of the ordinary, no.” He didn’t seem like he was onto her earlier escapade to the cellar… “Do Ah look any different?”

“Don’t be pullin’ my leg, Apple Bloom,” he grinned. “You’re practically glowin’ right now! Your friends musta hooked you up with sumthin’ mighty fine to make you all spruced up like that.”

“Ah really didn’t put anythin’ special on, honest!” Well, at least not when Ah was in the shower…

“Sure, sure,” he chuckled, before he reached out both his giant hands and put them on her lithe shoulder. She gave a small, involuntary gasp as she felt his calloused hands brush against her skin, all but enveloping her shoulders and the topmost part of both her upper arms, though his grasp was tender and gentle as he spun her around so she faced the decor mirror hanging from the wall. “Like it just came naturally to ya.”

She felt and saw her eyes widen when she looked at her reflection. Just as Mac had said, her pale skin seemed to gleam with an absolutely wonderful shine. It was the kind of glow a mare could only have from the utmost skin care, or perhaps the natural kind of glow that came with pregnancy. Her amaranthine hair was now as radiant and lustrous as the flower of the same name, blooming in spring. The kind of hair care and cosmetics that’d be needed to make her hair so gorgeous would have implied a very expensive outing to Ponyville’s Day Spa.

“Wow...” she uttered, not really knowing what else to say. “Ah look… so pretty.”

“That ya do, sugarcube,” Big Mac nodded, his hands still wrapped around her shoulders. “Now, Ah won’t pry ya for the details on just what ya used, but ya mind tellin’ me what exactly you’re dollin’ yourself up for?” His expression turned somewhat worried. “Please tell me it’s not a stallion.”

“No!” she shot back at him, expressing a bit more vehemence than she meant to.

Big Mac gave an audible sigh in relief. “Good. Was afraid Ah’d have to send some fella flyin’ over the horizon.”

She laughed nervously at that. Scary part is that ya could pro’bly do that…

“So, what’s on the menu for t’night? It’s just the two of us for a whole week, so ya don’t hafta pull out all the stops like usual.”

For some reason, she didn’t seem to mind how Mac’s hands still stayed on her shoulders. “Ah was thinkin’ mashed taters. We got a lot of those from the market, and AJ’s been eager fer us to clear ‘em out b‘fore they clutter up the place.”

To that, though, her brother seemed to bashfully turn away, taking his hands off her as he scratched at his cheek. “Ahh… right. Mashed taters.”

Spinning around to face him, she placed her hands at either hip as she narrowed her eyes at his. “Maaaaac…?” She asked menacingly. She already knew he’d goofed up on something.

“Er, well, sugarcube... uh...” He sighed. “Ah drank the last of the milk in the fridge when Ah got back in. Sorr--Ow!”

She slapped his bare pectoral muscle. “Dammit, bro, now we gotta head out inta town ta get some! And before ya say it, no, we ain’t just cooking up beans again!”

“Arright, arright,” He said complyingly. “We’ll head out in a jiffy. Why don’t we get a quick look at yer new clothing first before we head out, ‘kay?”

She groaned at her brother. “Fine, but Ahmma chew you out later!” She all but stormed back over to the box, before she finished opening the package.

What she found inside left her face completely ablush. “Whu… wha...w-w-what the... Granny sent me these?!”

“Holy shit,” Big Mac worded next to her, looking down into the package with her with a mildly surprised look on his face as he did so. “It’s been a while since Ah’ve seen this kinda getup.”

Calling the articles within ‘clothing’ would have been an insult to any tailor or dressmaker with even a shred of propriety. No, everything that was inside could only ever be described as slutwear. All of it came in varying shades of pink, with hot pink being the most prevalent color overall. Combined with the frills and bows that came as accessories, it made the entire wardrobe look just as girly as it did slutty. Almost like... dressing up a doll.

The shirts were either crop tops so ridiculously short in length that they would have doubtlessly shown off too much cleavage to be considered remotely decent, or tube tops that were little more than skimpy strips of cloth which seemed doomed to experience wardrobe malfunctions. And on the front of many of these tops, printed in deep pink, almost violet letters, were blatantly licentious words: BIMBO BROODMARE, TROPHY WIFE, HUBBY’S FUCKDOLL, BABY DADDY’S PROPERTY, PERSONAL SLUT, BABY FACTORY, BAREFOOT & PREGNANT.

The skirts, though, were somehow even worse. They solely consisted of micro miniskirts, and if she had thought the tops were probably going to be prone to wardrobe malfunctions, Apple Bloom knew that these skirts were explicitly made to be too short. The longest of them couldn’t have been more than four inches in length, and that was a generous estimate. The shortest of them were closer to looking like glorified belts than they did a proper skirt. Were she to wear them, they would completely, utterly fail to hide whatever panties she might wear.

And speaking of panties, the only lingerie that was included were an assortment of very girly panties, all in various shades of milky, almost baby pink. And every single one of them was crotchless at the front, meaning whoever wore them would leaving their cunny lewdly exposed. If anyone were to wear these with them super short skirts... Bloom swallowed, blushing at how flagrantly debauched a mare would have to be to essentially reveal themselves in public like that. You’d have ta be a total slut… a complete bimbo doll...

There were no bras to be found anywhere, with the only other articles being thigh high stockings that were either solid hot pink or candy striped with white and pink, a simple but frilly pink garter belt, a few pairs of high heels, and a single leather choke collar that was--you guessed it--hot bucking pink. On the front of that collar was a little metallic golden heart, reminiscent of the license one would put on a pet, with her name engraved in cursive on it.

She found her eyes widening and her heart racing in her chest as she looked at her brother, who was examining the clothing same as she was. He seemed… actually rather calm about it all, even as he studied the skimpy clothing.

“Bro…?” She all but whispered to him.

He blinked before turning to look her in the eyes. “What is is, sugarcube?”

“Why’d ya think Granny sent me these? Ya think it’s ta help with me findin’ a stallion?”

“Hm,” he replied thoughtfully, before he shrugged. “Not a half baked theory, that. Granny has been tryin’ to prep you for bein’ a broodmare. Probably decided since you’re old enough, it’s high time you owned somethin’ like this.”

“But… Won’t everyone think Ahm a slut fer wearin’ this?” It was slutwear after all, and Apple Bloom was sure even most prostitutes would blush at the thought of wearing this out in public. There was only type of mare who could ever do that...

“Only if ya aren’t spoken for,” her brother replied casually. “As long as you’ve got a stallion’s arm around ya, Ah don’t think it really matters.”

“Ah’d look like a total bimbo doll!”

He gave her a raised eyebrow. “And what’s wrong with that? Bimbos are ponies too. Ain’t Rainbow Dash recently get all dolled up like one?”

She nodded. “Not just dolled up, neither. She walks the walk and talks the talk of a bimbo, now.” It had been a shocker, to say the least, seeing the formerly confident, headstrong, and tomboyish heroine of Equestrian and rising star of the Wonderbolts so drastically altered. Her form, previously athletic and sculpted from a lifetime of physical activity, had softened substantially. The pegasus’s chest and posterior had filled out considerably, and the rest of her had filled out as well, leaving her looking like a busty beach babe. She’d been walking through town beside Ms. Spitfire one day, in a get-up that unabashedly screamed she had become a bimbo, with clothing that was virtually identical to what she’d gotten from Granny.

Dash had her arms wrapped around Spitfire’s in a very affectionate manner, with one hand hugging around her waist and the other behind her back; leaning into the taller, more buff mare as they walked together as only lovers ever could. The Wonderbolt captain had a confident smirk on her face as they did so, with one of her arms snaked around the small of Dash’s back, her hand brazenly, possessively groping into the supple flesh of one of the blue pegasus’ thighs.

Scootaloo, of course, had been the most caught off guard by her idol and sister figure’s transformation, and when the two of them as well as Sweetie Belle had pressed for answers, they were shocked even more: Dash had quit the Wonderbolts, wholly giving up her life’s dream to pursue a full-time commitment to being Spitfire’s mate. Even more shocking was when she told them she was already pregnant, and she showed them Spitfire’s paternity mark on her belly, with Dash lovingly stroking at its outline.

“Our babies are gonna be, like, totes the fastest fliers ever!” she’d said dreamily. It had been made quite clear from both her speech and her attitude that she was quite more ditzy than she was before, but conversely was also incredibly bubbly, content, and happy with her new life.

She wasn’t too sure of what Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle felt after Spitfire had led Dash through town, but Apple Bloom herself found herself… actually admiring Dash for the mare she’d become. She’d chosen the life of a broodmare housewife; to stay at home, rear foals, and tend to the house for her mate. Exactly the kind of lifestyle Bloom herself was expected to take on. But whereas Bloom couldn’t help but feel anxiety and lacked confidence in her intended role, Dash had looked positively over the moon at the prospect of being Spitfire’s personal slut.

And she’d become a complete bimbo to do it.

“Ah mean, I don’t think any less of Dashie fer makin’ that choice… it’s just…”

“You don’t know if ya wanna make that same plunge?” Her brother surmised.

She nodded mutely. “Ah wanna be a good broodmare, Mac, but how’ll Ah land me a good stallion wearin’ this?”

He gave her a grin. “So it ain’t the get-up or bein’ a bimbo that’s got you worried?”

The blush that was already on Apple Bloom’s face took on an even deeper hue, and she looked away from her brother, saying nothing. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, and her whole body felt hot for some reason.

“Well, in all seriousness, ya make a good point there,” he conceded. “Most times a broodmare has to be careful findin’ and choosin’ a mate. Most think the ideal stud is just good looks and strong genes, but that’s only half of it. Character is just as important; you need a stallion who’ll care for you and be a proper pa to the foals he--or she--gets you with.”

Her brother’s words neatly summed up her own thoughts on the subject. She wanted to at least find a stallion she could fall in love with before she was made to breed--someone she knew would treat her right and look after her and the babies she’d give birth to, not just some stud with big muscles who’d slobber over her like a piece of meat. But while she had some stallion friends, none of them were exactly what she would consider coltfriend material. “It’s just… Ah ain’t pretty or sexy like Dashie went and got. Ah got no big boobs, no jiggly derriere, no wide hips, no nuthin’, Mac!”

To that, a look of deep thought crossed her brother’s face, rubbing his chin as he looked forward. “Suppose it is best to whip it out, then...” he muttered.

She blinked in confusion, not sure what he meant by that. “Mac?”

“Nothin’ you need worry ‘bout, sugarcube. But yer pretty just the way you are--sure, you’re on the petite side, but we’ll figure that out once AJ and Granny get back in a week.” He placed a gentle hand on her head, ruffling her hair a bit. She found herself feeling strangely fluttery when he did that, giggling to herself. “For now, you just keep doin’ what you’ve been doin’, ‘kay? We’ll find you a good stud soon enough.”

She signed to herself. “Arright, Mac. Wanna go get that milk now?”

He smiled. “Sounds great, sugarcube.”

As they made their way through town, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but ponder on the conversation she’d had with Big Mac back at the house. Walking beside her brother--now wearing a shirt--she found herself thinking on how oddly cavalier he’d seemed when talking about things like slutwear or bimbos. To be fair, she’d always known Mac to be incredibly open-minded about a lot of things. It was one of the things she adored about him; she could come to him with any problem she had, and while he might not have always had an answer, he did always have an open ear for her. She’d come to deeply trust him for that, to a degree that, as she got older and older, she sometimes wondered if she confided him him more than Applejack.

That being said, though… “Big Mac?” She asked quietly, her hands clasped behind her back.

His gaze didn’t as he kept walking, though he slowed his pace so they could talk. “Hmm?”

“Uhm, well… can Ah ask ya a question?”

“Ask away, sugarcube.”

“About them, uh, clothes Granny sent me...” She felt her cheeks rosen again. “If Ah was to wear ‘em, would… would you think any less of me?” The only reason she even considered asking him was because she was banking on him being accepting enough to not be prudish about the subject, but part of her still felt like she’d die of embarrassment all the same.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem weirded out by the question, and his answer was as quick as it was casual. “Nope. Ah know AJ wouldn’t approve, but you’re old enough to wear what you wanna wear, Apple Bloom.”

“Do… do ya think... Ah’d look good in ‘em?”

“Ahm sure you would,” He said, this time glancing down at her with a calming smile. “It’d go nice with your ribbon, for starters. With the candy cane stockings, you’d look mighty cute and girly.”

She felt her core go hot again at those words, and her heart fluttered in her chest. Yet, despite that, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but notice the absence of one particular adjective she found herself yearning to hear. “But not sexy?”

At that, Big Mac stopped where he stood, his eyes now fixed on her. He looked genuinely caught off guard by that last question. “You’re asking me if you’d look sexy in that kind of get-up?”

She looked down, suddenly finding the ground very interesting. “...Is that a no?”

“W-well,” he started, scratching at his chin uncomfortably. “To be honest, those clothes seemed a bit too big for you--as you currently are, anyway.”

She blinked at that. “Too big? Is that why you were studying them?”

“Eeyup. Not to sound invasive here, Apple Bloom, but you’re a bit too on the petite side to be wearing them just yet. The tops are for a much bigger rack than yours, for starters. The skirts were meant for wider hips, and the stocking might be a bit loose on your thighs, too. The shoes should fit just fine, though.”

Strangely, she felt almost crestfallen at that. “So Ah can’t even wear ‘em yet? Why’d Granny even send these tah me in the first place, then?”

Big Mac hesitated. His previous discomfort only further intensified. He looked like he wanted to say something, but wouldn’t say it. “Well...” He started, before he shook his head in dismissal. “We’ll talk about it when we get back to the house, arright?”

Bloom puffed up her cheeks at that, giving her brother a harrumph, all but storming off ahead of him… only to stop as they walked by the Carousel Boutique. Something on display had caught her eye, and she couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed at the mannequins standing still behind the glass.

It was a line of maternity clothes. More accurately, it was a line of maternity lingerie. Very provocative lingerie. Chemises, babydolls, negligees, and other nightwear, all woven from nothing but sheer fabric and frilly lace trimmings, most with huge slashes down the middle which left the swollen belly completely exposed; the ones that covered the wearer’s body were hardly any more decent, as the fabric was so fine and thin it seemed almost completely transparent, leaving nothing of the mannequins’ gravid figures to the imagination.

She felt herself almost totally transfixed on the lingerie for some reason, particularly on the dresses which left the figures’ bellies exposed, and she felt herself placing a hand to her stomach without even thinking about it. The thought of her womb being so swollen with new life, so heavy with babies that it distended her abdomen, caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach. She felt her chest rise and fall, her cheeks rosening, and her heart thumped in her chest.

So transfixed was she, that Apple Bloom didn’t notice Rarity exiting the front of the store, nor did she notice the alabaster-skinned unicorn as she sauntered up to her--right up until the older mare snapped her fingers right next to her ear, which startled Apple Bloom something fierce. Her reaction gave Rarity a bit of a giggle. “Enjoying the view, are we, darling?” She asked humorously in her refined accent. “I don’t blame you for it at all, mind you. I must say I’ve outdone myself with this particular line.”

Recomposing herself, Apple Bloom cleared her throat. “Uhh, Miss Rarity? This… this be what pregnant mares wear, ain’t it?”

She nodded. “Quite so, Apple Bloom. They’re meant to make you all the more enticing as you prepare to bring new life into the world. I made the fabric with just enough sheen that it emphasizes the glow of pregnancy upon an expectant mother’s skin.”

New life… expectant mother… The words seemed to echo in her mind, and Apple Bloom felt the hand that laid on her stomach run ever so gently back and forth over its flat surface.

Suddenly, though, she felt another, slender hand pressing over her own, and she saw Rarity give her a mischievous, almost devilish smile. “Hmm~? Could it be that you’re expecting, darling Apple Bloom? I don’t see a paternity mark anywhere on your tummy...”

From how hot her entire face felt in that moment, Apple Bloom herself felt like the already deep blush on her face must’ve been nearly as red as her mane. “N-n-no,” she stammered out flusteredly, emphatically waving both her hands from side to side. “Ah ain’t got no buns in mah oven!” Her reaction felt more subdued than she might have meant for it to be.

Rarity merely blinked at her in slight confusion. “Ah, then you must be planning on becoming pregnant very soon. After all, why else would you be so fixated on clothing meant to glorify the bringing forth of new life?”

Her gaze once more fell to the ground in front of her, and she felt herself twiddling her fingers together. “W-well...” she started demurely, but wherever she tried to say never materialized beyond thoughts in her head. After all, Rarity wasn’t actually wrong. She was expected to fulfill her role as a broodmare soon, after all, so motherhood was never far from her mind.

“Let me guess,” Rarity began again, and this time the beautiful unicorn had a contemplative look on her face, with one finger pressed to her luscious lips. “You don’t feel confident in your proportions?” Apple Bloom only gave a short, small gasp to that, but it was enough to satisfy Rarity. “I thought as much.”

A very insecure look fell upon the younger mare’s face. “Ah ain’t pretty like you and Sweetie Belle, Miss Rarity.”

“Nonsense,” Rarity retorted strongly. “You’re absolutely radiant, darling--quite literally speaking, I might add!” The alabaster unicorn circled around her. “Your skin and hair look gorgeous! Sweet Celestia, I have half a mind to take you inside the shop and have you pose for some new dresses I’ve been working on.” She gently ran her soft yet nimble fingers through her thick locks. “So, who is the lucky stud?”

“Huh...?” To that, Bloom’s gaze rose straight up, until she was staring straight ahead, though she wasn’t looking at anything in particular. “Ah… ahm not really… seein’ anyone.”

Rarity merely waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, come now, dear, you wouldn’t be taking such a gander at this sort of thing unless you wanted to catch the eye of a mate you have your eyes set on. Is it one of your classmates? Someone your age?”

“Uhm, no,” she replied meekly, shaking her head.

“Ah, someone older, then? Nothing at all wrong with admiring a more mature stallion or mare. Is it someone from here in Ponyville?”

Bloom gave another shake of her head.

Before the older mare could press further, the laughter of children caught Bloom’s attention, and when she turned to look, she saw little Pound and Pumpkin Cake running and chasing each other around Big Mac’s tall legs. It had only felt like yesterday that she still remembered them as just being babies, but by now they were already children attending school. Bloom's brother, for his part, simply chuckled as he stood still, a gentle smile on his face as he watched them briefly play, before their parents called them back to them and chided the two for bothering Big Mac. But he didn’t seem to mind, as he cared about them like they were his own family.

She couldn’t help but notice the slight look of sadness in her brother’s eyes as he silently watched the Cakes and their two children round walk back towards Sugarcube Corner. And she knew what that sadness was.

For as long as she could remember, Big Mac had always wanted a wife he could truly call his own, and to have children by her. The worst part was, she knew he would make for a wonderful father; after all, he had helped to raise her. Their own parents had passed away when she was little more than a baby, and though she knew they had loved her and that she loved them back, it didn’t change the fact that she had little to no memory of them. It had fallen to Big Mac to help rear her--alongside Applejack and Granny, of course--and as a result, he was the closest thing she had to a father figure growing up.

“Ahh...” Rarity cooed, her soft voice little more than a whisper as she spoke into Bloom’s ear. “Could it be that your perfect stud is someone… closer to home?”

Apple Bloom suddenly felt her heart thumping intensely in her chest, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. An almost unbearable heat began to emanate from within her core, an all-consuming ache begin to gnaw at the mound between her legs, causing her to rub her thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the throbbing wetness that began to eat away at her sanity.

Oddly, she felt no shock or surprise at this reaction, or at the implications of what Rarity was saying. Instead, a sort of… haziness clouded her mind, making her totally unable to counter or deny the unicorn’s words. She could only chew at her lower lip and hold herself as she looked, with no small degree of longing, towards her brother.

Despite the haziness that seemed to cloud her thoughts, Apple Bloom found herself remembering how much she admired and adored Big Mac. He was the standard by which she measured other stallions against, and by and large few ever matched him. She cherished how kind and gentle and understanding he was, yet she also admired how he was fiercely protective of her.

He’s was everything Ah could ever ask for in a mate... Some distant, muted part of her mind registered that should have been a shockingly taboo thing to say, but the mental haziness numbed it into nothing more than an off-handed acknowledgement.

The more and more she thought about it, the more and more the thought seemed to cement in her mind. She began to imagine what it would be like to have her brother as a husband. For him to sweep her off her feet and make her his bride. She’d recently learned incest wasn’t uncommon in their family, so maybe…

The thought slipped away from her, however, when she realized what kind of mare her brother liked. His girlfriends had all had big boobs, globe-like bubble butts, and foal-bearing hips. All qualities of a mare who’d birth large, healthy, and strong children.

“Ah...” She started hesitantly, not having even bothered to deny Rarity’s earlier claim. “Ah don’t think he’d notice me.” After all, he didn’t think Ah was sexy. “Ah don’t got the busty, curvy body he likes.”

The unicorn gave an amused, almost satisfied giggle. “Not even denying it, are we, Apple Bloom?”

“Do… do ya think it’s not right...?”

“Oh, hardly, darling! There’s nothing I love more than deliciously forbidden relationships. It’s quite easy to see why you’d fall for a stallion like your brother. And don’t worry about that figure of yours, Apple Bloom--there’s plenty of ways to rectify that little problem.”

“Really...?” She felt almost breathless as she asked, feeling the aching heat radiating from her labia intensify, forcing her to almost dance in place as her thighs rubbed against her honeypot. She could not suppress the needy whimper that escaped her lips, nor could she stop the wanton moaning that suddenly began to pervert her breathing. Ah’d do anythin’… anythin’ ta make a stallion like him notice me.

Make mah boobs bigger… She failed to notice how her crop top began to struggle holding in her breasts, which seemed to grow and grow with each wanton breath.

Make mah ass plumper… The fact that her derriere ballooned outward escaped her, causing her shorts to struggle with the additional mass.

Make mah hips wider… Blissfully ignorant, as her pelvis broadened well beyond its original size. The seams on her trunks strained, her zipper popped, and its warranty was voided.

Make mah thighs thicker… She was unaware of her thighs expanding, filling out at an astonishing rate, as the fabric of her shorts dug into her flesh.

“Apple Bloom…?!” Rarity’s voice sounded almost alarmed. Bloom barely managed to listen to her tone. “Your clothes!”

“Huh...?”

No sooner had she looked down to examine herself, Apple Bloom watched with shock as her clothes quite literally exploded off her body, which now looked shockingly enhanced. Her crop top tore to shreds, apparently having strained against her chest before they fell to the ground, leaving it as little more than a tattered and frayed strip of cloth. She hadn’t worn a bra that day, for reasons that would forever escape her; and even if she had worn one, she doubted it would have survived what her top had just been through. Her daisy dukes had fared little better. The denim fabric tore apart at the seams of the leg openings, the rips running all the way up to her waist, resulting in her shorts simply dropping off her pelvis and pooling at her feet, a useless heap of shredded cloth. Only her panties had survived the ordeal, and even then, just barely. They were stretch well past their intended size, and she was sure that if she moved too much in them, the waistband would snap like a tightly taunt rubber band against the sheer width of her hips. She could feel the delicate textiles of her undergarment riding up and tightly clinging against her much more voluptuous pelvis.

There she stood, in broad daylight, out in public, with her clothes having suddenly disintegrated in public, leaving her more or less completely naked. And yet, none of this registered in her mind, as she was completely fixated on the alterations that had suddenly befallen her body.

It was only when Big Mac suddenly came up behind her and threw his shirt over her shoulders that Apple Bloom became cognizant of the situation. But rather than a mortified scream or a shocked yelp, the only noise that escaped her mouth was another breathy moan. It was being surrounded in the slight scent of her brother’s musk that elicited the response. When she looked around, she realized he’d somehow saved her from public embarrassment with his quick thinking, as few if any ponies seemed to have taken notice of her.

“Hate to ask a favor, Rarity,” He began in an urgent whisper, trying not to attract attention, “But--”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before Rarity nodded. “I’m quite far ahead of you already, darling. Let’s get her inside posthaste.”

“Apple Blossom, Ah want a straight answer outta you--how’d you get into the Lunadamned cellar?”

The use of her full name was only reserved for when Big Mac was well and truly miffed with her. And as he stood at full height in front of her, arms crossed across his broad chest and fingers drumming against one of his biceps, Apple Bloom didn’t even need to read the expression on his face to know he was cross with her.

“Whatever seems to be the matter, Big Mac?” Rarity asked, blinking as she peered up at her brother, before comprehension dawned on the unicorn. ”Oooh. Could it be that she’s imbibed a concoction like Dashie did? It would explain the modifications to her body, if she drank a bimbofication potion.” A ponderous look crossed the mare’s face. “Come to think of it, I seem to recall Applejack mentioning something about your family brewing something similar…?”

But her brother’s stern gaze never left Apple Bloom. “Young lady, answer me.”

Rather than make excuses or petulantly remain silent, Apple Bloom found herself immediately answering to her brother’s command. It just seemed so natural to obey him, for some reason. “Well… Granny gave me the key, and...”

Her brother blinked at that, seeming more than a little shocked. “Granny...? She said she was takin’ her spare with her...” He scratched at his stubble, and for a long moment, he seemed to be deep in thought on something, muttering under his breath. Then, he shook his head. “Questions for later. Did you drink somethin’ outta there?”

She nodded. “Mm-hm. Ah drank from this bottle that just read ‘BBB’ on it.”

Her brother stared at her for but a moment, before he planted his face firmly into one of his hands. “Oooooh, fffuck me.”

Rarity’s eyes widened in recollection. “Ah, yes, that’s what it was called! The Triple B! Applejack always said she loathed the stuff, but she always did have something of a prudish disposition.”

“And she’s gonna murder someone--pro’bly me--when she gets back and hears about this,” Mac groaned, before taking a deep breath and looking back at Apple Bloom. “Sugarcube, did you ever reckon what the Triple B is short for?”

“Uumm,” Apple Bloom started, trying to recall what the three B’s had been an abbreviation of, but the mental haze clouded her senses and prevented her from remembering. “No, Ah don’t. It’s sumthin’ ta do with brandy, right?”

“Buxomatin’ Bimbofyin’ Brandy, to be specific.” He said. “Ya know those stories we used to tell you about the stuff--the ones about turnin’ mares into broodmare housewives and personal sluts and all that? Whelp, it’s all true. When you drink the stuff, it makes your body...” For a moment, he faltered as he stared at her figure, before awkwardly turning his gaze away and clearing his throat. She couldn’t fail to notice the brightening red that crossed his cheeks. “Well, it makes you like... that. It also makes you a lot more scatterbrained thanks to the mental haze it puts inside your head.”

“So… Ahm a bimbo, now?” She sounded almost pleased as she asked. “This new body of mine really came about ‘cause of that drink?”

Big Mac scratched the back of his head. “Well, there’s a bit of a process to it. Yes, your body has been altered by the Triple B, and it will turn you into a full-on bimbo, but it’s not totally finished yet. Certain… things have to happen first before the transformation totally changes your mentality.”

As her brother continued on, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but stand up from where she’d sat down, before walking over towards a nearby mirror. She felt utterly transfixed by the metamorphosis her body had undergone.

It were as if she were made to be less of a naturally born mare as she was a hand-crafted doll.

Some of her body was still the same; like her cute face, lithe shoulders, slender arms, slim waist, delicate lower legs, and dainty feet. But other parts of her had been drastically changed to make her look obscenely lewd and desirable, tuning her body into a living manifestation of fertility and voluptuous curves. Her waistline remained highly visible, with not even a trace of fat or chub to be found anywhere on her stomach--but with her newly filled out body, it gave her a seemingly impossible hourglass figure which only further accentuated her impossibly sexy figure.

Her once petite breasts were now massive and balloon-shaped, with large, perfectly round nipples of milky pink, almost cherry blossom color. Her thighs were thick at her hips, but slimmed as they descended to her knees, leading to her lower legs and feet being just as dainty as her arms were. Nestled between her thighs sat a neatly shaven, plump mound of flesh. Despite wearing panties, she realized just how soaked through they had become, and as a result she could more or less see right through the fabric, revealing the entirety of her sex. The succulently thick and rosey pink lips of her marehood were, when aroused, almost the same color as her nipples. Taught and inviting, concealed a succulently juicy interior. That same plumpness carried over to her backside, resulting in a large, cushioned ass framed by wide, foal bearing hips. The entirety of her backside looked almost like a giant peach, with her ass cheeks being simultaneously jiggly in movement, yet somehow also retaining a globe-like shape when she was still. And while not as incredibly obvious as those other alterations, Apple Bloom also noticed a new plumpness to her lips, making them fuller and more girly than they had been before.

Rarity, however, seemed to beam in delight. “How marvelous! Apple Bloom darling, you’re a bonafide breeding mare now!”

A blushing smile formed on her face. “Ya really think so…?”

“Oh, absolutely, darling! Why, if you went outside right now, the studs would be lining up for the chance to sire foals on you!”

“Rarity, don’t joke about that,” Her brother said, looking rather seriously at the fashionetta.

The unicorn looked rather perplexedly at him. “And whatever is wrong with that?”

The two seemed to get into some kind of debate on something, but Apple Bloom couldn’t for the life of her tear her eyes from the mirror, once more ogling herself in the mirror.

Ah look just like Ma, now… She thought happily, tracing a finger over her new lips. It was everything she had ever wanted to be. A bubbly giggle escaped her lips as she kept examining herself in the mirror. She reached her hands behind herself to lay her hands on her new bubble butt, and felt delight as she watched her fingers sink into the soft, supple flesh of her ass cheeks, only to return to its original shape as she pulled her hands back and forth. Combined with her unblemished, flawless skin, they felt baby soft to the touch, almost like she was squeezing at two big, taunt water balloons. Her hands glided upwards until they rested at her hips. She slowly swung her pelvis from side to side, watching it gently sway in place. Mah new, foal-bearin’ hips. With these… She lay a hand upon her belly again, and found herself once more imagining herself swollen with child. But where her mental image had once been one of uncertainty and doubt, with her face looking down in concern at her abdomen, she knew that her body was now perfect for bringing new life into the world, and she now smiled at the prospect of becoming a mother. The babies she’d birth would doubtlessly be healthy and strong--big, handsome sons and beautiful, lively daughters. Ah’m a true broodmare now! Any stallion would wanna knock me up and marry me like this!

The image in her mind suddenly registered the gigantic silhouette of a stallion behind her--his arms lined with thick, sinewy muscles as they wrapping around her. His large, calloused hands running over the surface of her imaginarily gravid figure, and a paternity mark clearly printed atop her taut belly.

The thought caused her nether regions to moisten even further, with liquid desire running down her legs, her labia beginning to weep, leaving her already soaked panties absolutely drenched.

But a prospective mother needed to keep her babies well-fed to nourish them, and so Bloom’s exploration of her new body soon came up to her hugely-enlarged breasts, her hands running over their smooth, rounded surface. They almost felt as soft to the touch as her ass cheeks had been, like a pair of elastic bean bags, or two enormous marshmallows. Soon she began tracing the outline of her pink nipples, circling both of her index fingers over her areola before she felt at her notably stiffened nipples. She bit her lower lip to hold back another moan as she did so, another wave of pleasure shuddered through her body. Her breasts were not exactly tender to the touch, but it felt like the pleasure of simply touching her nipples had intensified several times over--like her breasts had become a new erogenous zone upon her body.

As curious as she was aroused, she began gently pinching them between her fingers, slowly tugging them back and forth--

Only to almost squeal in surprise when a spurt of white milk gushed out of either nub, slowly running and dripping down her boobs, and a small spray of it landed on the mirror in front of her. No way… Ah’m lactatin’? She tried getting as much of the milky substance on her hands as possible, looking in disbelief. But Ah ain’t even a mom yet!

“Oh, yeah,” Big Mac added uncomfortably, “The Triple B is known to make mares lactate, even before they get pregnant. Helps with milk production for when you have babies.” When she looked at her brother’s reflection in the mirror, for some reason he seemed to be making an effort not to look in her direction as he explained to her.

“I really don’t see what the problem is here, Big Mac,” Rarity continued, perhaps continuing the discussion she’;d been having with her brother. “Apple Bloom is clearly happy with the changes to her body. Aren’t you? You’ve never struck me as a prude.”

“Ah ain’t one,” Big Mac countered. “What the problem is, Rarity, is that Apple Bloom took it without realizin’ what it actually does to a mare. If she had drank it fully understandin’ what the changes to her would be, Ah’d have no problem lettin’ her become a bimbo like this. But...”

“You’re worried about whether or not your little sister would have actually wanted this to happen?” Rarity finished her brother’s sentence for him, before giving a sigh. “You really are a caring brother, Big Macintosh, and that’s a very admirable quality, but would you really take this new happiness away from Apple Bloom?”

A conflicted look crossed her brother’s face, and for a long moment, he was silent. “Just get my sister dressed, will you? Ah need to get her home.”

“Very well~” The unicorn came up to her, before leading her by the shoulders into a dressing room. “Come on, darling, let’s get you properly attired.”

As she was being pushed away into a room farther back, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but look back to her brother, unable to understand why he didn’t seem to like the changes in her.

No sooner had Rarity shut the door behind them, than a devious smile crossed her face. “Alright, dear. Let’s get you out of those ill-fitting undergarments, shall we?” Her horn glowed with magic, and all of a sudden, Apple Bloom felt her panties being smothered in magical aura, before being forcefully pulled down, and a wanton moan of pleasure escaped her lips. As Rarity slowly dragged the panties down her legs, a delicate strand of gooey nectar connected the girl's marehood to the undergarment. “Oh dear,” Rarity cooed suggestively, “Seems you are terribly backed up right now, aren’t you? These panties are quite useless now.” Without any hesitation, she levitated her panties into a nearby trash can, before casually dropping them in with other used up fabrics. “Now, I’ll need you to hold still so I can take your measurements. It shouldn’t take too long, darling.”

Pulling out a roll of plastic tape measure, Rarity sauntered over to her. First, the older mare looped the thin line of material around her, placing it over the center of her gigantic breasts and behind her back. She gave a gasp when Rarity started tightening it from the back, which melted into a moan as the measuring tape squeezing into her boobs. So supple were her tits and so tight was Rarity pulling the tape, that it seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the flesh of her breasts, almost disappearing. Small rivulets of milk sprayed out from her nipples, eliciting a debauched squelching noise as the pressure on her chest persisted, the white fluid dripping down onto the floor. Then, after finally releasing the tape from around her breasts, Rarity pulled it around her waist, and it thankfully wasn’t so tight that time. But then she got down to her hips, and again she felt the tape dig into supple flesh, squeezing around her pelvis and sinking into her globe-like asscheeks. Again she moaned, her inner thighs slick with the weeping need cascading from her mound.

Rarity, though, paid little mind to the sullying of her floors, humming to herself as she studied the measurements. She gave a tisk before she finally spoke up. “Dear oh dear, Apple Bloom, you are much too big for normal clothes now. I suppose I’ll have to give you some of the articles I made for Rainbow Dash when she came in asking for some bimbo cloths.”

“Uhm,” Apple Bloom started shakily, trying to distract herself from the rampant arousal she felt. “Bimbo clothes…?”

“Slutwear, darling. You are becoming a bimbo, if you haven’t already. Might as well get you to look the part.” She came back with several ensembles of cloths, each sluttier and more revealing than the last.

The ever-present blush that had illuminated her face only deepened in hue. “T...these are the only things that can fit me now…?” She swallowed hard.

“Bimbofication will do that to you, darling. Your body is just too lewdly shaped for normal clothing. Besides, you need not consider things like public decency anymore. You have three aims in life, now: finding a stud who will take you home and breed you until you’re utterly senseless, pleasing and servicing him in any and every way you can, as well as popping out and raising as many of his babies as possible. Aside from your friends and family, nothing else is really going to matter to you.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but notice how Rarity bit at her lower lip after she had said all those things, a lustful smile on her face. “Oh, darling, you’ll make the perfect bimbo doll!” She spun around and darted into her closet, before calling out to her, “I’ve got something in here I know you’ll look great in! Give me just a moment!”

“B-but, um...” She stuttered, trying to form some kind of protest, only for it to fall on deaf ears. When Rarity came back out again, Apple Bloom’s eyes widened, and her cheeks rosened. “Wh-whu-what is that?!” she exclaimed, gesturing to the absurd looking thing the older mare was holding on a coat-hanger.

“It’s it simply debauched, dear?” Rarity giddily replied. “It’s a one-piece, single layered, baby pink bodysuit made entirely out of spandex!”

Calling it a bodysuit was technically correct, but not in any way, shape, or form that was decent. It was impossibly, blatantly lewd and sluttish--a mass of ultra-thin material that was baby pink in color. It was as if Rarity had meshed a bottomless bustier together with a garter belt. Two tiny, almost string-like straps that went over the shoulders--which left Bloom wondering it they could support the weight of the truly massive cup size the top part of the suit sported--and two other slim strips of spandex that served as suspenders, running from the bottom part of the bustier down in the front and back of her upper thighs, which meshed into two thigh-high stockings. Save for the thin strips that joined the stockings with the bustier, there was absolutely nothing in the bodysuit that even remotely covered the pelvic region.

“Ah,” Bloom started again, flustering as she tried and failed to form a complete protest. “Ah can’t...”

“Can’t believe how perfect it is for you? Neither can I, darling! Now hold still--I’ll help you into it.”

Again she tried to protest, and again it fell on deaf ears as Rarity walked over to her and used her delicate hands and her magic to slip Bloom into the bodysuit.

It clung tightly against her form, the spandex seeming to sink into and squeeze against her supple flesh. This was especially so at her chest, which made it just a little harder to breathe, her breasts rising and falling each time she inhaled and exhaled. Despite that, the body suit was quite breathable, so she didn’t feel hot or stuffy as she wore it, and the bustier part of it did manage to cover her huge tits. But with no bra to wear with it, her erect, protruding nipples were prominently outlined against the thin fabric, rubbing and itching against the spandex. The stimulation made her even more aroused than before, and already she could see dark spots where her breast milk seeped out, soiling the spandex at either of her nipples. The entirety of her pelvis was left flagrantly exposed, her dripping snatch, globe-like ass, and upper thighs naked as the day she was born as Rarity put her in front of a mirror. There was so much liquid desire seeping from her mound and down between her inner thighs that they were starting to leave wet spots against the topmost part of the stockings.

How she hadn’t died of embarrassment was beyond Apple Bloom’s diminished capacity to comprehend. Rarity, for her part, seemed completely unconcerned by her plight, too busy appraising the bodysuit as they both looked at Bloom’s reflection.

Rarity nodded in approval. “Perfection--simple perfection, darling! I knew you’d look splendid in this!”

Apple Bloom stifled a moan. “But, Rarity, A-ah can’t wear this...”

Rarity dismissively waved her hand, smiling. “Oh, don’t worry about paying for it, dearie, this one’s on the house. Consider it a gift for modeling that bodysuit for me! Now I can come up with new designs for it...” She giggled excitedly. “Oh, the possibilities!”

“N-no, Rarity, ya don’t understand, Ah--” She started, only for Rarity to place a hand over her lips, shushing her.

“Darling, darling, don’t worry about anything. Don’t fight what’s happening to you. Bimbofication is a wonderful experience for young mares to go through, and you should fully embrace it! This suit is meant to show the world you just don’t care about anything other than pleasing your stud. Just forget about all your worries and your strifes, all the silly little things that stress you out... ” The unicorn mare then gently embraced her, wrapping her slender arms around Apple Bloom, one hand rubbing the small of her back, as she whispered in her ear,

“Just give in to it. Give in to all of it, Apple Bloom, and everything will work out for you.”

Somehow, Rarity’s words pulled at something within Apple Bloom. “G-give in…?” She asked breathlessly.

“You’ll be so happy to become a bimbo, you won’t even imagine what your life was before you’d become one.”

The mental haze clouding her mind drowned out all of her protests, and she couldn’t help but think Rarity was right in that moment. Ah mean, she’s been with a lot of stallions, hasn’t she…? Maybe Ah really shouldn’t question her judgment… She felt Rarity gently leading her in front of a dressing table, and wordlessly allowed herself to be sat down down in the chair in front of it. When she finally did speak, there was but one question on her mind.

“...Will Ah look sexy?”

Rarity’s face was only momentarily confused before a smile that was both tender and wicked crossed her face. “Oh, you’ll be utterly irresistible, darling. I’m going to make you into the most intoxicatingly gorgeous mare in town. Now, do hold still so I can apply this make up on you...”

Rarity decided nothing needed to go to her cheeks, as the natural glow and brilliant blush that graced her face looked perfect as it was. She applied bright fuchsia eye shadow atop her eyelids, before gingerly rolling rich red lipstick across her lips. On Rarity’s instruction, she pursed her lips and batted her eyelids to make sure everything was just right. Then, Rarity did her hair into a pretty ponytail, retying her ribbon to hold it in place, before she nodded in approval. “Oh, Apple Bloom, you’re a true bimbo doll now! Studs will be simply transfixed when they see what a strumpet you’ve blossomed into!”

“Ya really think so...?” Apple Bloom asked, her gaze fixated on her dolled up face, a finger idly tracing her now rosy lips.

“Darling, I know so! Why, every stallion in town will be lusting after you when they see you like this!”

“All of them…?” Apple Bloom felt simultaneously aroused and frightened at that. “All of them stallions Ah’ve know, since Ah was just a filly, are all gonna be lustin’ after me…?”

“That’s right!”

“But…” She felt a hand reaching down between her legs, shuddering as she began idly touching herself. “Ahm so helpless… so defenseless… what if one of ‘em comes up and just kidnaps me off the streets? Takes me off to his home and… and...”

“Darling, that’s what every bimbo hopes for--for a strong, alpha stud to come into their lives and utterly dominate them, so they can serve, please, and devote themselves utterly to him. The trick is to land yourself a stallion you actually like. And believe me, dear, if it is who I think it is, he’ll lay you and claim you in no time at all, when you’re looking like this!”

She was silent for a long moment at that. “But...” The only stallion Ah’ve ever thought of wantin’…

“And if you still think he didn’t want you, well, you’re quite altered from how you were just a short while ago. And from what I was able to gather… well, I don’t think he’s as disinterested in you as you might think he is.” Rarity gave her a knowing smile. Without another word, Rarity stood her up and led her out of the changing room. “We’re done, Big Macintosh!”

Apple Bloom’s heart began to race at the thought of her brother seeing her in her current getup, a moan escaping her lips as she felt a new wave of pleasure shudder through her very core.

Big Mac was waiting for them at the front of the boutique, having a seat while he was reading a magazine for O&O Beyond. When he heard them coming, he peered up from what he was reading--

Before his eyes seemed to all but shoot out of their sockets when he made eye contact with her, his jaw dropping as a thoroughly bewildered look crossing his face. “Wu-whu-what the fuck?!”

Rarity blinked at his reaction. “Why the shock, darling? You asked for me to get her dressed--this was the best I have on hand that could fit her.”

“But, she… Ah mean, uh...” Her brother seemed at a lost for words as his vision darted between glancing at Rarity and staring at Apple Bloom in her bodysuit. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but notice how his gaze grew longer and longer with each time he turned to look at her.

“Hmm~?” Rarity hummed, placing a hand over her mouth to hide her grin. “Could it be that your stolid composure is compromised at the sight of your baby sister dressed so lewdly? Gazing upon her with the desire of any stallion who beholds a perfect doll of a mare?”

Her brother shook his head vigorously at that. “Stop with the jokes! Rarity, how am Ah supposed to get her home lookin’ like that!? Damn near every stallion in town will wanna gangbang the shit out of her, in that get-up!”

Rarity merely raised an eyebrow at that. “Then might I suggest holding her close to you? She can’t be carried off and molested if she’s already claimed, darling. And besides, this is the sort of thing she’s going to be wearing from now one, anyway--why not let her get used to it?”

“Because…” He began, but whatever argument petered out as he stared at Apple Bloom again. His eyes wandered directly beneath her legs. She felt another short moan escape her lips. He was clearly staring at the wetness cascading from her mound and drenching her legs.

“Uhm, Big Bro?” Apple Bloom asked meekly, and Mac’s gaze shot up to look her in the eyes. She gaze him an almost pleading look. “Do… do ya not like mah get-up? Do ya… not like how mah body’s changed?”

For a long moment, Big Mac could only look at her, before he stood up and walked so that he was right in front of her. “Apple Bloom, Ah told you outside that Ah’d never think any less of you, no matter what you wore. But... you gotta understand--Ah wanted you to know whatcha were gettin’ into when you drank the Triple B. Since you done that without knowing what it did, Ah can’t say whether or not you’re actually okay with this, or if the brew is makin’ you think you want it. What if some stallion came along, who don’t even care about you, but just wants a good lay with a young mare who has a killer bod? As you are now, you’d be totally defenseless, get rutted and bred, and then he’d drag you back to his home to make you his sex slave. Or he could get you knocked up, and ditch you and leave you to raise a baby all on your own--”

“Do ya still think Ah’m not sexy...?” Apple Bloom asked, cutting him off, though her voice was soft, almost quaking as she breathed the question to him.

That question completely silenced her brother, an enigmatic look on his face as he silently stared at her, his gaze soft, but unsure. She in turn looked at him with uncertainty, but with an undeniable longing in her amber gold eyes.

“Well,” Rarity spoke up, interrupting the awkward, breathless silence between them, “I must confess it is getting rather late. You two shall need to be getting back to Sweet Apple Acres posthaste, in any case. I need to tidy up and prepare for my evening. Good night and good luck~!”

Before either Apple Bloom or Big Mac could respond, Rarity’s horn glowed with magic, and the two of them were pulled off their feet to the door, which swung open. Rarity did wave goodbye to them, before wordlessly mouthing to Apple Bloom ‘Go get him!’ with a wink in her eye.

And just like that, Apple Bloom found they were back outside the Carousel Boutique. The sun just starting to dip down below the horizon by then, and there were far fewer people on the street as before--but there were still people milling about, and more and more of them began staring at her. She felt her brother’s thick, sinewy hand close around her much smaller, dainty hand. “Just stay like this, Apple Bloom,” Mac said with as much composure and calm as he could muster. “Just stay close, arright? Don’t leave my side.”

“Mm,” She breathed, nodding obediently as her brother began walking her towards Sweet Apple Acres, holding her hand in his as he did so. Walking through town, the stares that many gave her were incredibly obvious, and Apple Bloom thought she’d die of shame. “Uhm, Big Mac…?”

“What?”

“Everyone’s... lookin’ at me.”

“Ah know.”

“Could… could ya put yer shirt around me again?”

“Nnope.”

Her eyes widened at that. “B… but--”

“No buts,” He said firmly. “This is your punishment, young lady. Ah told you not to go into the cellar, not to get into our booze, and Ah sure as shit told you not to drink the Triple B. And ya did it anyway. Now, you’re gonna face the consequences. You’re gonna feel everyone staring at that body of yours, and you’re walk through town dressed like a dumb, trashy bimbo slut.”

She should have felt horror at what he was telling her to do. She should have felt hurt by what he was saying. She should have been feeling endless shame and humiliation at the degradation she was being forced to endure; being led by her brother through town, wearing nothing but an impossibly slutty spandex bodysuit that left her entire pelvis and upper thighs totally exposed to the elements, the outline of her erect nipples clear and defined against the fabric which was now soiled with her own breast milk. She knew she should have felt all of that. But the mental haze blocked out any and all such things from troubling her, and instead, she found herself feeling more and more aroused as she was made to endure her brother’s punishment. It wasn’t so much the fact she was exposing herself for everyone to see. No, what she found utterly intoxicating was how her brother had asserting his will upon her. How he made her obey him without protest, and how wonderfully powerless she was against his commands--which to her might have been the edict of Celestia herself.

But fear did start filling her as they made their way through town, when she noticed the looks that stallions were giving her.

Lust. Unabashed, unapologetic, absolutely shameless lust. She only had to look at them eyeing her like a piece of meat, licking their lips and smiling with wicked hunger to know what they would do to her.

She imagined herself being surrounded and instantly overpowered by a dozen stallions, her girly frame utterly helpless to stop them as they ripped off her clothes and ruthlessly gangbanged her, filling her holes with their cocks and sending her into mind-breaking oblivion as they raped her. Making her use either hands to jack them off as her mouth, ass, and pussy were all fucked without mercy, and her tits were ravaged by uncaring milking, squeezing, and pinching at them. Constantly being cummed inside, until she was all but drowning in their semen and impregnated by multiple fathers with multiple foals at a time, doomed to give birth to bastard babies they would never take responsibility for.

And for half a heartbeat, she thought that it would actually happen. One stallion, who looked at her with bold, naked lust in his eyes, started walking towards her, his intentions to take her away and force himself upon her all too clear to see…

Only for him, and every stallion who was molesting her with their stares, to all simultaneously go pale and frozen in place, looks of utter terror replacing the lustful gazes they had towards her. They were all now staring at her brother, trying to stay as far away from him as possible, with some even bolting down the opposite direction he was leading her. She felt his hand against the far side of her waist, pulling her tightly against his muscular frame--all but crushing her against his side.

And when she looked up to see the face that drove away the other stallions, she saw the sheer, unadulterated look of blood in Big Mac’s eyes as he stared them all down. If looks could kill, Apple Bloom was absolutely sure her brother would have been a mass-murderer as he stared them all down. He was much taller and much, much stronger than any other stallion in town--the undisputed alpha male of Ponyville, and the other stallions knew that. No matter how tempting an vulnerable she may have been, so much as looking her way was the fast track towards earning her brother’s ire.

And in that moment, rather than feel fear within herself as she looked at his baleful gaze, she only felt overflowing awe and love for her brother as he held her firmly at his side. That’s right, she thought. Big Mac’s always been protectin’ me… Always been mah knight in shinin’ armor...

She gave a short gasp as she suddenly felt his big, meaty hand slide down her waist, past her hips, until it rested atop her upper thigh, his calloused palm and fingers effortlessly sinking into the supple flesh. A small moan escaped her lips as she felt him give her a light squeeze, the soft, smooth skin of her thighs yielding against his rough, coarse fingers. Despite how rugged and hard his skin felt against her own, it wasn’t a bad feeling at all. If anything, she liked the roughness against her, because she knew she must have felt nice and soft for him to rub his hand against. A tremor of pleasure radiating from her core, and her mound started dripping like a leaky faucet from his touch. But her gaze never left her brother’s face, with him now staring ahead towards the farm. They’d left town by that point, and with the other stallions gone, his anger had subsided. Yet… there was another fire in Big Mac’s eyes, now. A hot… possessive look on his face.

And that was when Apple Bloom remembered how Spitfire had help Rainbow Dash in exactly the same manner; her hand on her mare’s thigh, holding her covetously.

A smile crossed her face.

She wrapped her arms around her brother, with one of her slender hands resting against the front of his chest, the other around his back. Imagining how Rainbow Dash had held Spitfire in her own embrace, she closed her eyes blissfully as she leaned against him, nuzzling against her Big Mac’s chest.

As only lovers ever could… Maybe bein’ a bimbo won't be, like, totes bad after all!

Author's Note

Good. F%$@ing. GOD. I think I almost died writing that all out, and we haven't even gotten to any of the real smut yet! 15k words in total, just for the goddamn setup/bimbofication chapter! What the hell is wrong with me?! Now I'm gonna have to make the actual clop content just as long, if not longer! I'll lose my goddamn mind by that point! Maybe I should break it down into separate parts soas to not undergo a nervous breakdown like this one almost left me with...

I do sincerely apologize for the wait--I know it's been a long time coming, but I hope a chapter this long will be enough to satiate you guys (and gals!) long enough for me to get onto the next chapter. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to crash from the sheer exhaustion I'm feeling right now.

PS--if you're wondering what the hell Apple Bloom was made to wear, try looking up one of the collab images that blues64 and marauder6272, image #1707894 over on derpi. NSFW, obviously. The ONLY difference I'd make from that image is that Apple Bloom's tracts of land aren't so absurdly huge. I mean, sure, Apple Bloom's rack DID get a hell of a lot bigger in this chapter, but not THAT big.