CONTENT WARNING: BBW, BELLY WORSHIP, FOODPLAY

The smell of dirt and apples filled Spike’s nose. His eyes fluttered open and he found his vision obscured by golden locks. Still in Applejack’s room. The peculiar indoor apple orchard. As he blinked sleep from his eyes, Spike noticed he was also still in the same position that he was in from earlier. Nestled up close to the blonde farmer his face buried into her sweat soaked hair. He also noticed that one of his hands was grasping one of her breasts. And that she was holding his hand there. Something brushed against his head and he craned his neck to see what it was.

Upon moving his head, Spike found himself face to face with a brown and white border collie. The canine sniffed his hair and licked at his face.

“Morning to you as well, I think,” he mumbled.

“Huh? Wuzzat?” Applejack sputtered, woken by the noise. “Oh, hey there, Winona,” she said pulling away from Spike. The dog trotted over to the woman, yapping in delight. Applejack fixed her shorts and scratched the animal behind the ears.

“Didn’t know you had a dog,” Spike said fixing his own shorts.

“Granny was prolly takin’ her out fer’a walk,” she replied standing up. “Musta brough’ her back recently.”

Spike stood as well, and Winona pranced over to him. She rubbed up against his leg and he bent down to pet her. “She’s friendly enough. Padfoot would probably love to play with her.”

“Heh, yeah, tha’ migh’ be nice,” Applejack said turning away. She moved to the far side of the room and came back with a basket of apples in her arms. “Here, got summin’ I need ya t’do.”

Raising up, Spike reached out to take the basket. “Uh, your giving me a bunch of apples?”

“Hehe, not fer ya, silly,” she chuckled. “Ya’ll be takin’ ‘em t’ Pinkie. She wannit ta’ bake up sum apple stuff fer us. Figured it’d be good if Ah had ya d’liver ‘em t’ her.”

“Oh, I’m going to finally meet this fabled ‘Pinkie’, am I?” Spike joked. “Wait, how am I supposed to get to her? This place is a labyrinth.”

“Dun’ ya worry ‘bout tha’. Winona ‘ere will guide ya,” Applejack indicated to the canine. She bent down and gave the dog a scratch. “Ah’righ’, Ah need ya to take Spike ‘ere to Pinkie’s. can ya d’tha’ fer me?”

Winona gave a bark of approval and headed for the door. She barked at Spike, indicating she was ready to leave.

“Well, I guess that’s my cue?” He said adjusting the basket.

“Hey, Spike?” Applejack started.

“Yeah?”

“Um…ne’ermind. Just stick close to Winona. Dun’ need ya getting’ los’.”

“Haha, yeah, don’t want that to happen again.” Spike half joked as he opened the door to her room.

“Haha, yeah. Wait, what?”

“Nothing, I’ll see you around. Maybe?” He waved and closed the door behind him.

Applejack stood there for a few moments in silence. She took her Stetson off and held it to her chest. “Maybe…”

Through the winding halls of the manor Spike walked through once more. The border collie just ahead of him, leading the way to this mysterious Pinkie Pie he’s heard of. Up a set of stairs, down a set of stairs, through what Spike was certain was a sauna.

He followed Winona obediently, concerned the dog even knew where she was going. Suddenly a door opened, and three people stepped out. A tall, blonde man with a rugged muscular build, wearing a red flannel shirt and ripped blue jeans was first. He was flanked by two women. One was shorter than Spike, with curly purple hair, and large magenta eyes. She had basket-ball-sized breasts that swayed back and forth. She also had a bit of a tummy. A short lavender dress was stretched over her voluptuous figure. The other woman was around Spike’s height. She had two-toned straight grey hair, that covered one of her violet eyes. While her breasts weren’t nearly as large as the first woman’s her ass was quite developed. A light-grey sweater dress hugged her curvy frame.

All four people stop and stare at each other for a moment. Winona stands there, wagging her tail excitedly. Getting a closer look, Spike could see that the purple-haired woman had cupcake with purple frosting and a cherry on top marking, and the grey-haired woman had three lavender circles. Finally, the purple-haired woman breaks the silence.

“Hi, we haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to the coven?” She asked cocking her head to the side.

“Um, not really,” Spike answers, shifting the basket of apples in his arms. “I have been passed around a lot lately by several women.”

“Oh! You must be that Ddraig fellow they were talking about,” the woman perked up. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sugar Belle. That big hunk is Big Macintosh. You can call him Big Mac”

The tall man gave a short nod. “Eeyup.”

“And that cutie hiding behind him is Marble Pie.

The other woman waved and pressed closer to Big Mac.

“I’m Spike, though I guess you already knew that.”

“So, what are you doing in this part of the manor?” Sugar Belle asked.

“Well, Winona here was taking me to someone called Pinkie Pie.”

“Ooh, Marble, he’s going to your sister next,” she said nudging the woman. “Oh, and I see you’re coming from AJ’s room,” Sugar spotted the apples. “Hope she wasn’t too hard on you. That girl can be quite stubborn when she wants to be.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac added.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, but we gotta go. Miss Luna called us in for something urgent. Have fun with Pinkie.”

The three waved goodbye and walked in the direction Spike just came from.

“They seemed nice. At least Sugar Belle did. Couldn’t really read the other two,” Spike said to himself. “Well, ready to go, Winona?”

The dog barked and set off once more.

After a few more minutes of walking, Winona finally came to a stop. Spike stood before a door with three balloons painted on the front. Two blue and one yellow. He moved the basket to one hand and knocked on the door.

“Come iiiiiinnn!!!” a sing-songy voice emanated from within the room.

Shrugging to himself, spike opened the door and stepped inside. The scent of baked goods hung in the air. Rows of cabinets lined one wall, while refrigerators lined the other. At the far end of the room were over a dozen ovens. Pots and pans hung from the ceiling, and several tables piled with cakes, cookies and pies crowded the floor. More than anything else, the room was particularly warm, like climbing into a car that was sitting in the summer sun. However, Spike didn’t find this unpleasant. Rather, he found it to be quite comfortable.

“I’ll be with you in just a sec!” the same voice called to him.

Spike looked around and spotted a woman standing in front of one of the ovens. He walked closer but was only able to make out the wild mane of pink hair that trailed down to her knees.

“Uh, hello? Are you Pinkie Pie?” he asked moving closer. “I’m Spike, I guess I’m supposed to be here…”

“Oooh, so you’re Spike? It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Spike heard a voice from behind him and turned to see who it was. Upon doing so, he found himself face to face with the woman who was in front of him. “What the…?” He did a double take, unsure how she moved behind him so fast.

“Oh, wowie, aren’t you a cutie?!” she said grabbing his face. “I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie! But you can call me Pinkie!”

The woman was a site to behold. Bushy pink hair that seemed to bounce around on its own. Large blue eyes on her round face that never blinked, at least Spike thought so. Her face was smeared with flour and frosting, and he could feel that her hands were sticky with something. While she wasn’t as endowed as the other women Spike had encountered in the manor, she certainly was big in other places. Pinkie had a large soft belly, pudgy arms, a round wobbly butt, and thick jiggly legs. Like the other women, she had a marking right above her cleavage; three party balloons, two blue and one yellow. Spike also noticed that Pinkie was only wearing an apron that barely covered her crotch.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Pinkie,” he greeted her trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

Pinkie let go of his face and knelt to Winona. “Hey there, Winnie. Did you bring this scrumptious looking guy here for me?” she asked the dog scratching her behind the ears. “Welp, I’ve got a treat for you, wait here.” The woman ambled across the room with an unusual amount of energy. Every inch of her wiggled and bounced when she moved. Pinkie stopped at a table and opened a jar full of dog treats. She skipped back over with a treat in her hand. Winona’s ears perked up and her tail started wagging.

“Uh-uh, sweetie, not yet.” The dog tilted her head to the side. “Sit, lie down, roll over, speak.” Winona obeyed Pinkie’s orders without fail. “Good girl.”

She tossed the treat and Winona leapt up to catch it in her mouth. The canine happily munched on the treat and barked her approval. With her task finished, Winona turned around and left Pinkie’s room.

“Bye, Winona! Say hi to AJ for me!!” Pinkie hollered as she waved energetically. “Okay, let’s get going!!!” she said loudly, bouncing in place.

“Go where?” Spike asked.

“Not go anywhere, silly,” she giggled. “We’re going to be turning those apples you brought for me into super yummy treats!”

“Well, what did you have in mind?” he asked setting the basket on a nearby table.

“We’ll make a couple apple pies, of course,” Pinkie answered. “Then maybe a few turnovers, apple crisp, some apple dumplings, maybe a cobbler. It’s gonna be so scrumptious!”

“Sounds good. Shall we get started?”

“You bet! Let me just grab a few things from the cupboard.”

Pinkie bounded over to a nearby cabinet and started pulling mixing bowls, utensils, and cooking sheets. She set them on a table and moved over to a cupboard and grabbed ingredients from it. Pinkie bent over to pick up a bag of sugar and Spike got an eyeful of her plush ass. He bit his lip and tried to keep a level head.

“CAUGHT YA LOOKIN’ AT MY TUSHIE!!” Pinkie yelled suddenly in front of him.

“GAH!” Spike flinched back a bit. He thought for a second and considered denying it. “Uh, well, yeah. I guess I was.”

“So? What do you say? Does Spike want?” she said coyly pressing her soft body to Spike’s.

His vision started to go hazy and his breathing became heavy. “Yeah, Spike want…”

“Well, Spike will just have to wait,” Pinkie teased, tapping him on the nose and skipped over to the worktable. “Come on, we’ve got to peel those apples!”

Spike sucked in air and blew it out slowly. He couldn’t tell if she was doing this on purpose or if she was simply oblivious. Whatever it may be, he shook the hot feeling from his head and moved to Pinkie’s side.

“Okay, here, you start peeling these apples, and I’ll peel these ones,” she dumped the basket into two large bowls and pushed one towards Spike.

The man grabbed a paring knife from the table and started peeling one of the apples. A few minutes later, and a few nicks to the fingers, he finally succeeded in peeling the one apple. “Alright, finished,” he said with an air of pride.

“Me too!” Pinkie fire back in her loud voice.

Spike looked over to and his jaw dropped. Not only had Pinkie peeled all her apples, but they were cored and sliced as well.

“Well, this feels kinda silly,” he chuckled.

“Haha! It’s okay, I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for a loooooong while,” she said giving him a reassuring smile. “Here, let me show you a trick.”

Pinkie took one of Spike’s apples and tossed it into the air. With lightning speed, she slashed at the fruit with her knife.

“PINKIE! NO!” Spike screamed as the blade flashed close to his face.

But there was no need for alarm. Pinkie caught the apple in one hand and pulled at the stem with the other. The stem, peel, and core all slid right off the fruit, and it separated neatly into slices.

“Wha-? How?” Spike sputtered.

“Tee-hee. While I finish up these bad boys here, why don’t you grab a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk from the fridge for us?” She said giving him a playful wink.

“Uh, sure. Okay.”

Spike put down the knife and shuffled over to the wall of refrigerators. “It’s the third from the left!” Pinkie called to him. He followed her directions and pulled the door open. Spike did a double take as he saw the door to the fridge was lined with cans of whipped cream. He shrugged it off and found the eggs and milk. Returning to the table, Spike found Pinkie had indeed peeled the rest of the apples and was currently measuring out flour.

“I’ll have you get started on the apple crisp while I tackle the turnovers first,” she said indicating a recipe on the table.

“Sounds good.”

As Spike followed the directions, he kept glancing over to the energetic woman next to him. Her arms seemed to fly around at incredible speeds and whip about at impossible angles. Spike wasn’t certain if Pinkie was actually human. Maybe she was some kind of rubbery creature from that ‘Mist Realm’ Applejack mentioned. Whatever the case may be, Pinkie moved lightning quick and had the turnovers ready to go.

“How ya doing over there, cutie?” Pinkie bounced over to Spike.

“Just about done with the crisp. How about you?”

“Got all the turnovers ready!” she whooped. Spike looked at her, eyebrow raised. “Wanna do the pies next, or the dumplings?”

“Uh, I think I’ll take the pies,” he said shaking his head. “I remember making them with my grandma when I was little.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Pinkie said rubbing up against him. “OKIE DOKE!! Let’s bake!” she hollered suddenly as if a switch had been flipped.

Once again, Pinkie’s noodly arms flailed about rapidly as she prepared the dumplings. Spike was so stunned by this he finally decided to say something.

“So, I gotta ask…” he started

“Yahuh?” Pinkie stopped and turned to him.

“Are you using magic to…do that?” he waved his arms around imitating her.

“Wha-? Oh! HAHAHA!!” she laughed loudly, belly jiggling. “No, that’s not magic. That’s just me. This is magic.” Pinkie pointed at her area and began waggling her finger as if she was conducting a band. The ingredients and utensils floated in the air and started mixing themselves. Pinkie hummed as she worked, wiggling her butt in time with her tune. She gazed over at Spike and gave him a wink. After a couple of minutes, Pinkie stopped her conducting and blew on her finger like a gun. “TA-DA!!”

Spike looked at the table and gawked. Six steaming hot dumplings sat on a plate, as if they had just come out of the oven. A task that should take easily over an hour took Pinkie mere minutes.

“Wait…? How did you…? Wha-?” Spike stumbled over his words as he pieced together what just happened and what’s been happening.

“We’ll just set those aside to cool for now,” she said levitating the plate to the far side of the table. “Let’s get those pies finished!”

“Hold on,” Spike hesitated. “If you can just do that, then why are we making them by hand?”

“I dunno?” the plump woman shrugged. “I guess I just like doing it that way. More fun!”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Pinkie helped Spike with the pies and the cobbler, and in no time, they were ready to bake. “Okay! We’ve got everything prepped, let’s pop these bad boys into the oven!” Pinkie effortlessly bounced across the room with the three pies while Spike carefully balanced the crisp and turnovers in his arms. With the treats in their respective ovens, and the timers set, Pinkie turned to Spike.

“So,” she said with a playful look. “Wanna have some fun while we wait?” she held up a can of whipped cream.

“Um…” Spike uttered raising his eyebrows.

(Kshh) “Hee hee.”

(Kshh) “Hee hee.”

(Kshh) “Hee hee.”

“Pinkie, I don’t mind food-play, but could you stop spraying whipped cream into my face?” Spike’s muffled voice reached the pudgy woman’s ears.

Pinkie was sitting on top of one of the counters and had Spike’s face between her legs. She held a can of whipped cream in her hand and would spray the topping right onto her snatch. With his face buried in her fleshy crotch, Spike was constantly getting whipped cream up his nose as a result. The corpulent woman cocked her head, thinking for a moment, then a sly grin spread across her face. She pointed the nozzle at her pussy and began spraying. She drew a line up from her crotch, around her bulging belly, looped it across her breasts, and stopped just below her chin.

“Well, come and get it.” She teased.

That hazy feeling washed over Spike once again. Obediently he stuck his tongue out and started to lick up the whipped cream. He brushed over her clitoris and worked his way up. Pinkie gasped and her belly jiggled. Spike pressed his face into her inviting flesh and slowed his pace. He grabbed the sides of her belly and gave them a slight squeeze. Spike paused briefly at her navel and prodded it with his tongue. Pinkie threw back her head and let out a belly laugh.

“SPIKE! STOP! HEE HEE!” she choked. “THAT TICKLES! HAHAHAHA!!!”

Feeling quite turned on, Spike sped up. He moved to the one breast and nibbled at the nipple. He moved to the other breast and did the same. Finally, he slurped up the remainder of the whipped cream and stopped right in front of Pinkie’s face. With a mouth full of the topping he pressed his lips to hers. Not missing a beat, Pinkie pushed her tongue into Spike’s mouth and sucked the cream out. She tossed the can aside and wrapped her arms around the man, pulling him on top of her. Spike caressed Pinkie’s belly with one hand and squeezed her breast with the other. He started to line his erect cock up with her wet vagina, when suddenly-

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

Pinkie pushed Spike away and screamed “The first batch is done, let’s go get them!”

With Spike’s help, Pinkie pulled out the turnovers and pies and set them on cooling racks. She quickly checked on the crisp and cobbler, nodding in approval. “Alright, they’re coming along nicely. Now, shall we play a little more?” she asked, holding up a bottle of chocolate sauce.

Spike found himself lying on the countertop, legs dangling over the edge. He gave Pinkie a confused look as she drizzled the chocolate sauce over his erect penis. “So, you start giving me a hand job then stop midway to dump syrup on my crotch?”

“That’s because I’m making a ‘Spike Sundae’,” she answered giddily as she dumped a handful of chopped nuts onto his sticky cock.

“Oh, of course. Silly me.”

She took a can of whipped cream and sprayed a mountain around his dick. “And finally, a cherry on top,” she said as she dropped the bright red fruit on the tip. “Mmmmm, doesn’t that just look yummiliscious?” Pinkie clasped her hands together and looked at the ‘sundae’ with a twinkle in her eyes. She then opened her mouth wider than humanly possible and inhaled the dessert whole.

Spike arched his back as Pinkie sucked and licked the toppings off his dick. Her mouth a warm, wet vacuum that pulled on his member with intensity. The candy-haired woman fervently ate her treat, making sure to get every, last speck. Her tongue seemed impossibly long as it coiled around his manhood, slurping up the chocolate sauce. Spike began to lose himself, again, clasped his hands on either side of Pinkie’s head. His fingers getting tangled in her bushy hair.

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

The timer went off, interrupting Pinkie’s ‘meal’. “OKAY! That’s the cobbler. You sit tight, cutie. I’ll go check on it. MWAH!” Pinkie gave the man a peck on his head and hopped to the ovens.

Spike groaned as he looked at his aching cock. He felt exhausted and full of energy at the same time. If something didn’t happen soon, he was certain he was going to explode. He turned to the woman with her wobbling ass.

“Mmm-mm! That does smell de-lish!” Pinkie called from across the room, as she pulled the cobbler from the oven. “Hey, Spike? The crisp is going to be done soon! So, I’m gonna start cleaning up! We’ll get back to ‘business’ after that!”

As Pinkie bounced around the room cleaning the pots and utensils they had used, Spike sat up on the counter. His manhood throbbed painfully, and he gripped the sides of the countertop. His vision went hazy again, and a deep rumble emitted from his chest. “spike want,” he mumbled, sliding off the counter. He stalked towards the fluffy-haired woman as she bounded energetically around the room.

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

“YAY! The crisp is done!” Pinkie exclaimed ecstatically. She merrily skipped over and grabbed the steaming dish from the oven. “Oooo, it looks super good. Can’t wait to taste it,” she said, not noticing the figure marching closer to her.

“Spike want!” he cried, grasping Pinkie’s wrists.

“Spike, no! It’s hot! You’ll get burned!” she warned him.

“SPIKE WANT!!” he wrenched her arms upwards, causing her to drop the crisp. Bubbling hot apples and sugar splashed all over Spike. Despite the scalding temperature of the dessert, it didn’t seem to affect him. Currently, he was focused on one thing.

“Oh my gosh! Spike! Are you alright?” she voiced her concern. “Let’s go to Twilight, she might have something for the-“

“SPIKE!” the man wrapped his arms around the squishy woman’s body and forced her to the floor. “WANT!!!”

“Oh my! Spike, wait! Let’s at least make sure you’re not hurt before we-OH GODDESS!!”

Spike wasted no time lining his pulsing dick up with Pinkie’s pussy and plunging it in. The walls of her vagina constricted around his member and he nearly came right then and there. After the initial wave of pleasure had calmed down, Spike proceeded to thrust his hips. Pinkie’s belly jiggled and wobbled with every movement. Her breasts bounced wildly, and Spike leaned down to push his face into her cleavage. His brain was flooded with endorphins and he could no longer think straight. The only thought that formed in his mind was pounding this pudgy woman’s soft, wet snatch until he collapsed.

“OH GODDESS, SPIKE!!” Pinkie wailed. “YOU’RE ALL SWEET AND STICKY! IT’S TURNING ME ON!! OH! OH! YES! RIGHT THERE!!!” She pulled his face away from her tits and drew him in for a kiss. As if in sync, they both rolled their tongues over the other’s. Despite his best efforts, Spike ultimately lost the tongue wrestling match to Pinkie. Her crazy long appendage snaked its way around Spike’s mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.

With his climax reaching its peak, Spike began to pump his hips faster. He pulled away from Pinkie and put himself in a better position. One final thrust and Spike ejaculated into the woman’s inviting vagina. Her pussy tightened around his dick, as if to hold on to him. Once he was finished, Spike slumped onto Pinkie’s soft body, breathing heavily.

“Had fun?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Well, big boy. The fun’s just beginning.” Spike suddenly found himself pinned to the floor beneath Pinkie’s weight. “Now, it’s my turn! Let’s get sticky!” An evil look in her eye.

Pinkie leaned down and started licking the apple crisp off Spike’s body. She made sure to get as much of it as she could. Once her tongue was coated in baked apple and sugar, Pinkie brought her mouth to Spike’s. She mixed the sticky syrup in their mouths, tongues slipping over one another. Spike’s mind went crazy and he dug his hands into Pinkie’s squishy body.

The woman pulled away from Spike and sat up on him, straddling his still erect cock. She started to bounce on his pelvis, causing her belly to ripple. Spike watched as her breasts flailed about hypnotically. He reached up and grabbed them.

“You like my ‘party balloons’?” she asked riding his dick.

Unable to speak, Spike merely nodded.

“Well, there all yours!” Pinkie took his hands and pressed them against her chest. His fingers sank into her fleshy orbs. “Play with them as much as you want!”

“Spike want!” he managed to squeak out.

Pinkie continued bouncing up and down, her belly flopping against his chest. She moaned loudly and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Spike groaned every time Pinkie slammed her hips down on his cock. The feeling of her pussy undulating around it, combined with her cushiony body and her weight, sent his mind reeling. Pinkie could feel his penis twitch and knew he was going to blow his load soon. She rolled her hips around a few more times before bringing them down one final time.

Spike grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as he shot hot, sticky semen into Pinkie. The woman bit her lip and rolled her eyes back as her vagina pulsed around his manhood.

“Oh Goddess, yes,” she moaned.

Later, Spike and Pinkie cuddled together on the floor of her room. She kept looking him over, worried that he was seriously hurt from earlier.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she whined. “That crisp was fresh from the oven. The juices were all hot and boiling. There aren’t any burns?”

“I told you, I’m fine,” he said, getting a little annoyed. “No harm done. Well, except for the sugar in my hair.”

“I’m sure Rarity has a shampoo you can use,” she reassured him. “So, you don’t remember anything that happened?”

“No,” he shook his head. “The last thing I recall is you sucking me off. After that, it’s all a blur.”

“Hmmm…well, I’m just happy you’re not hurt.”

“The only thing that hurts is my back. This floor is killer.”

“Heheh, yeah. I keep meaning to get a bed in here,” the bushy-haired woman said sheepishly.

“Other than that I’m-“

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

Pinkie stared at him for a moment, surprise all over her face. Then her mouth curled into a sly grin. “What was that?”

“Heh, I guess I’m still hungry. They did keep saying that you would have something for me to eat.”

“OH! That’s what they meant by ‘Get something ready’!” she exclaimed. “I thought they just wanted me to be ready for when you got to me. HA! Silly me. So, what do you want to eat? How about an apple dumpling?” She held one up in her hand.

“I dunno, I’m kinda tired from all this-“

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

“Weeellllll?”

“(sigh) Spike want.”

Author's Note

SPIKE WANT!!!

Yay! Finally got the Pinkie Pie chapter done. And with that, the Mane Six 'prologue' is complete. Phew, this was exhausting. Balancing writing the chapter with work really gets to you. But, I'm glad I did it.

This was a fun chapter to write. Honestly it was going to be a bit different before. But, as I wrote the other chapters, I slowly began to change it into this. The chapter I originally had in mind will show up in the future. Hopefully soon. There'll be a few connecting chapters before that happens. I actually envision human Pinkie as being heavy set. It just makes sense. As stated before, I'm writing these with the intent of bringing variety. No two chapters should be the same. Or, at the very least, shouldn't be too similar. Which is why I wrote Pinkie as a bbw. It only felt natural.

Anyway, here's the Pinkie Spike pic I had commissioned. BBWQueen364 did a wonderful job, so go check out her stuff. What are you waiting for? GO!

Well, that's all for now, gang. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. We should be returning to 'The Power Bimbos' shortly. Though, with how much fun I'm having with this story, it may be longer. Thanks for taking the time to read this. As always if you have anything you'd like to share, don't hesitate to leave a comment. Anything you liked, anything you didn't. What needs improvement. I'm always open to criticism.