Within a seedier part of town sat a small shop which dealt in the occult. Of course most people assumed it was all bullshit, with mostly wannabes, poseurs, and the easily tricked venturing there, but desperation had led the Dazzlings to try almost anything. "Well," said Adagio from beneath her hoodie. "Here it is." From the outside the shop didn't appear particularly special. Just the usual gothic baubles in the windows which looked more like Nightmare Night decorations.

"This is a waste of time," whined Aria who snarled and crossed her thin arms.

"I dunno, might be fun!" Sonata chewed on some bubblegum, blowing a bubble she'd pop, then repeating the process.

"Hush, you two. This is business." They needed something to replace their broken amulets. Sure, this world didn't seem to have much in the way of Equestrian magic, but perhaps some alternative existed? Maybe a trinket from their world?

Shrunken heads rattled on the door frame when they waltzed in.

Around the interior were the usual cliches; crystals, candles, incense, a small library on the occult, tacky robes and fake skulls. "Ew!" Sonata turned up her nose with a pout. "Bad taste!" She drew looks from the gothic and hipster shoppers all-around them, assuming that normies were trying to invade their space. “Looks more like a kinky fetish shop!”

"Shut. Up." Aria punched her in the arm. "Let's hurry up and do this, okay?!"

Adagio inhaled deeply, hopeful that the rumors were true. Yes, most of the stuff here was fake, but there was a special reserve of items for high-value customers. The sisters had pooled their cash, betting on the eldest sister's wisdom.

No matter how much they openly complained deep down they trusted her. She took the lead and headed towards the back. A number of sex toys and slutty costumes lined the walls. A private room with curtains drawn was where the owner was said to reside. "You two, wait outside. I'll handle this." They were already busy browsing the merchandise. She managed a sly smile, hopeful the sirens would once again be singing their sweet songs soon!

*****

After she'd flashed all their cash, and been taken to a secret portion of the shop by the mysterious owner who refused to show their face which they kept hidden under robes and a hood, Adagio rolled the colorful stone in her palm. She would've professed her doubts, but in truth she could feel something resonate within it.

Colors shifted every time she turned it. She wandered behind the back of the store, near a dank alley with dumpsters, taking solace in the shadows with her siblings. “I know it doesn't look like much...but neither did our amulets, to be honest.” When she'd asked for instructions, the seller just told her she'd know what to do when she used it.

“So, this'll let us sing like we used to?” Aria tried to snatch it up but Adagio held it close.

“Ooh, gimme, gimme!” Sonata hopped ion place with fists balled up to her bosom.

“Sisters have to share...unfortunately,” added Adagio in a murmur. “Come closer, you two. Let's hold hands.” They would draw strength from one-another like they always did. “Close your eyes. Concentrate on me.”

Aria said, “This is stupid.” Yet she did it anyhow.

“I feel a little tingly,” said Sonata who shivered all over.

“We haven't even started yet, idiot! Whoa, wait, I feel it too?!” Aria's pursed lips twisted into a small smile.

“That's it. Focus on your sisters,” softly murmured Adagio who felt a warmth stir in her breast.

A brilliant flash of light enveloped the troika. When the illumination faded the sisters slowly blinked their eyes open.

Aria stared down at herself. “What. The. Fuck.”

A squeal of delight escaped Sonata when she took their new form in. “We're closer than ever!”

Adagio stood at the center of their new physique, with Aria's head to the left, and Sonata's to the right. They were taller and wider, a mountain of wobbly flesh, fused into one being. Worse the gemstone had vanished, preventing them from reversing it. Their costume was some weird amalgamation of their usual attire, stretched around their folds.

They all tried moving in different directions, almost tipping over in the process. Folds jiggled relentlessly. “Cut it out you moron,” snapped Aria as they almost lost their footing once more.

“I'm not doing anything,” whined back Sonata.

“Both of you, just stay still for a while.” Adagio pursed her lips. “Remember the first time we arrived here and had to adjust to these bodies? We'll have to learn to walk again. Let's take it one step at a time.” She slowly took a cautious step. A smile crossed her face, and she twinkled her toes. “Yes! We can do this.”

“Ooh, that looks fun!” Sonata attempted to help take control, and they bowled over, crashing into a trash can with a crash. The lid rolled away with a clink. “Oh, um, sorry! I totes thought I had that one!”

“Yuck, it smells like crap!” Aria crinkled her nose as fat flies swarmed around them. “Damn it!”

“It's garbage, what did you expect it to smell like?” Sonata laughed.

“Your ass?” Aria snarled.

“Will you two shut the hell up.” Adagio struggled to push their now thick form back onto its feet. “Okay, all at once on the count of three. Press your palms to the ground and push up. One...two...three!” With a combined effort they hurtled back to their feet with a wobble. They swayed for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

“Okay, this will take some time, but maybe we can get used to this?” Aria resigned herself to their fate with a slump of her head. “Just think of it like when we first arrived, and had to pass down old clothes between us.”

“Yeah, I could do without another pair of your dirty panties! Not to mention your teeny-tiny bras!” Sonata snickered.

“Screw you!” Aria raised an arm and gave the finger.

Blocking them out, Adagio considered going back into the shop and giving the mysterious owner a piece of her mind. She was hesitant to show herself in public like this, but realized there was little choice if they hoped to somehow undo this travesty. But before then they needed to practice some more. For now she focused on walking in a circle.

Author's Note

Admittedly this isn't my fetish, so no idea if this turned out okay, but I do like writing the Dazzlings!