Elements of Horny

Chapters

Part 1: Applejack
Part 2: Rainbow Dash
Part 3: Fluttershy

Part 1: Applejack

Rarity paced back and forth in her boutique, the sharp clacking of her heels echoing her growing frustration. She went back to her desk, looked over her designs, then gave an angry huff and walked away again. “No, no, NO!” she grumbled. “It just won’t do!” Her hands tugged on her hair and outfit, trying to calm herself down by smoothing them out, but by this point she was wearing a bird’s nest on her head, and her sweater and pants (today’s choice was “casual wear”) had more wrinkles in them than threads. “Uninspired, tacky, just outright embarrassing. What would everyone think?”

She paused in front of a mirror and gave herself a sad pout. “Have I lost my touch? Maybe it’s time to give up on fashion altogether? I could perhaps… open a jewel store. Sell off all my remaining gemstones?” She groaned and turned away. “Oh there you go again, Rarity. Being as original as ever. ‘Jewelry’. You’re an Element of Harmony, for goodness’ sake, why can’t you…” She trailed off, eyes widening, and one could almost see the glint of a spark behind them. Without another word, she rushed over to her desk, got a fresh sheet of paper, and started sketching away furiously. “Yes, yes, yes!” she said breathlessly. “Ohh, this is perfect! So simple, yet so sublime!”

Within minutes, the page had barely any empty space left, filled to the brim with concepts and lengthy descriptions. Organized Chaos, just the way she liked it! After one last quick skim of her notes and sketches, she gave a satisfied nod and went over to her mannequins, a hand on her chin. “Now… which one to start with?” she muttered. Glancing at her drawers nearby, she moved over to dig into them, then smiled as she retrieved a box of recently acquired pearls. “Perfect! When in doubt, just let the ‘ingredients’ decide~”

She hummed contentedly as she got to work, first threading the immaculate orbs together, then trying them on the mannequin to find the right balance. Already, the featureless body seemed to “brighten” from the presence of the accessory. And yet, there still seemed to be something missing. That last piece of pizzazz that would make her work of art turn into a masterpiece.

She hummed and circled the mannequin several times, thinking up and then discarding idea after idea, waiting for her muse to finally reach out again. What she got instead was a low grumble from her belly, making her stop and give a defeated chuckle. Perhaps it was time she had a break. Taking her purse and a chic shopping basket, she headed outside, making her way to the market at the center of town. Such was her distress that she didn’t even bother to groom herself before going out, and while her look was mildly disheveled at best, when it came to Rarity, one would spot it from a mile away. Thankfully, the worst she got were a few concerned looks, quickly mitigated by a friendly smile and wave from her.

Once at the market, she went straight to the foodstuffs, zooming between vendors to seek out something fresh and delectable. Within seconds, a familiar sight greeted her: a large cart surrounded by a galaxy of red, green, and yellow orbs, emitting a fragrant scent that made her mouth water. Courtesy of the Apple Family’s quality and care. Perhaps a few apples to calm myself down? she pondered. By the time she was done browsing, however, her basket was ready to burst with fresh apples, fritters, slices of pie, and other delicacies.

“Well I’ll be,” Applejack said with a whistle. She flicked up the brim of her hat and chuckled as she looked over her friend. Even in her comparatively plain clothes - a simple orange shirt, blue denim pants, and her rugged boots - she looked less unkempt compared to the overworked seamstress. “You look like you’ve seen better days, Rarity. What’s eating ya so hard that you’re trying to eat me out of my business?”

Rarity finally snapped out of her hungry daze, realizing that her basket had turned into a lead weight, and she returned her friend’s laughter, waving it off. “Oh, it’s nothing, darling. Just another day of inspiration. Oh, I’m so excited!” Though her work was not yet finished, she was still riding on the high of having finally made progress.

AJ smirked. “Enough to forget to grab lunch? It’s already 3PM, you know.”

The fashionista huffed and held her nose high. “Applejack! A lady is never late. It is the schedule that must adapt to her.” The two stared each other down for a few moments, until finally they broke into laughter. “No, of course, you’re right, darling.” Rarity gave a deep sigh. “I should honestly take better care of myself.”

“I’ll say,” Applejack said with a nod. She headed over and gave her friend a gentle pat on the head. “Don’t ever let work drag you around. Ain’t healthy and ya won’t be done any faster. Here.” She picked up a candy apple and handed it to Rarity. “On the house. Go visit the spa or something.”

Rarity stared at her gift, her reflection faintly visible on the red fruit’s smooth, glossy surface. She smiled and fished out a good portion of bits from her purse, almost twice the sum she owed to AJ, and placed it in a jar on the farmgirl’s cart. “Thank you very much, Applejack. This should do me a world of good.”

“Don’t mention it,” AJ replied. “It’s what friends are for. Heh, maybe I should set up shop at your place. Then I could keep an eye on ya at all times.”

The purple-haired beauty rolled her eyes and smiled. “So I can have more of your snide remarks? Please, darling, I’m happy to take a walk for that opportunity.”

The farmgirl shrugged and went back to her cart, picking up some crates to replenish the shelves pillaged by Rarity. “What else would a good housewife do? Make sure you’re fed, comfortable, and lookin’ your best when ya leave home.” She chuckled and shook her head, glancing at her friend. “It’s only— uh, Rarity?” She waved at the woman, who seemed transfixed as she stared back at AJ. “You alright over there?”

Rarity blinked, realizing her jaw had dropped, which she then tried to hide behind her hand and some exaggerated coughing. “What? Oh, no, I’m—I mean, yes! I’m perfectly fine!” Her arm snapped up so she could look at her bare wrist, eyes widening in shock. “Good heavens, would you look at the time! Thank you again, Applejack, see you tomorrow!” She waved and zoomed off, nearly knocking over several vendors along the way.

“Uhm... bye?” AJ lifted her hat and scratched at her head as she watched her friend depart. “That girl really needs a few days off,” she muttered.

For her part, Rarity only slowed down once she was out of the market, chewing on her lip and glancing around nervously, as though she expected suspicious looks from every corner. Calm down, Rarity, she told herself. It was just a silly, offhand remark. Those aren’t meant to be taken seriously. And they certainly are not… inspiration…

Try as she might, the mental image just would not stop haunting her. Each time she tried to dismiss it, she would just lure her train of thought onto the cursed track, her own talent in design and detail working against her. Applejack’s words kept echoing in her head, and she could almost hear the voice starting to shift, taking on a warmth and allure that made her shiver all over. As she approached the ornate door of Carousel Boutique, she could almost hear that voice calling out to her, the scent of the warm confections making her think of the warm meal waiting for her, made just for her. She could see fabric hugging a beautiful figure in her mind’s eye, and…

“No!” She slammed the door shut behind her as soon as she was inside. “Rarity, for heaven’s sake! You know this isn’t right! It cannot be right! It should not be right!”

But why was it so perfect?

She scolded herself under her breath as she headed over to her sketches, taking out a fresh page. Her hands trembled, yet every line and curve followed a perfect path, never once needing correction. The image was so clear in her mind, she could have done it with her eyes closed. Her cheeks burned as she stared at the finished work, the eyes staring back at her filled with love and lust. Rarity then looked up at the mannequin, the pearl necklace giving off a faint shimmer in the sunlight.

The finishing touch...

She picked up the sketch and walked over to the model, reaching out with her right hand to caress those smooth beads. She focused her attention on the sketch, and a warmth pooled in her palms as they gave a faint blue glow. She felt the streams of magic around her and took a deep breath, focusing the flow from the sketch into the necklace. A few minutes later, she let go, gasping for breath, a few beads of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes widened, pupils reflecting the faint pink glow coming from the pearls, which had even grown slightly. The glow lingered for a while, then slowly faded, and the necklace went back to its regular size, once again just an “inconspicuous accessory”.

Rarity drew shaky breaths, hand reaching out to touch the masterpiece, until she stopped herself. No, that would not do. She needed to be more delicate, as this was no longer a casual piece of jewelry. Like her finest outfits, it would need to be treated with utmost respect and care. A strange tingle went down her spine, and she licked her lips, curling them into an insidious smirk.

It was time she called on her model.

“Oh Applejaaack~!”

The farmgirl paused and turned around, a crate of leftovers in her hands, which her brother helpfully took from her and continued packing up their cart. AJ dusted off her hands and watched her friend saunter toward her, a bit puzzled by her sudden change in demeanor. Rarity was back to having her “glowing” presence - wearing a more elegant dress, immaculate makeup and hair, and a confident expression.

More than that, however, the way her eyes focused on Applejack sent a familiar chill down her back. She knew that look all too well. It was when Rarity got inspired, and more often than not, it resulted in a lot of heated debates about dresses and makeovers. Holding her breath, AJ adjusted her hat and braced herself as the fashionista got within hairbrushing distance.

“Howdy Rares,” she said. “You’re... looking pretty lively all of a sudden.”

“Oh, yes, very much so, darling~” Rarity said with a chuckle. She glanced at the half-laden cart. “I hope I’m not disturbing.”

AJ turned to look at Big Mac, who just shrugged and leaned down to pick up several large boxes at once. “Nah,” the farmgirl replied. “We’re just packing up. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I felt so rude for having just stormed off, especially after that generous and delectable meal you gave me. Mwah~” Rarity even threw in a dramatic chef’s kiss. “And I thought it was only right that I give you something in return~”

Here we go, AJ thought and crossed her arms. “Ain’t no trouble, Rarity. Really. ‘s what friends are for, right?” Please don’t be a dress, please don’t be a...

“Of course, of course, darling. But I wouldn’t be ‘Generosity’ if I did not give back, would I?” With that, the seamstress reached into her bag and produced a bundle of pearls, strung together to form a necklace. While AJ was not one for gaudy accessories, even she could not deny that when Rarity was in her element, she could create stunning works of art. The necklace, at a first glance, was not too sophisticated, being just a handful of beads on a piece of string. On closer inspection, however, those orbs seemed to shimmer in the faintest ray of sunlight, making it look like the whole chain had a dim “glow” to it.

“Oh?” Applejack leaned back, realizing she had been fixated on the necklace for longer than she intended. “Yeah, uhm… it looks pretty, I guess.”

Normally, such lackluster praise of Rarity’s work would earn AJ a long ramble about “not appreciating fashion”, but instead, she saw the woman give a smile that sent blood rushing to Applejack’s freckled cheeks.

“I’m glad you feel that way, darling~” she said. Even her voice sounded unusual. The last time AJ heard her use that tone was whenever some important person came along, and Rarity was trying to— “Here, why don’t you try it on?”

“Me? But… whuhah?” By the time AJ finished blinking, Rarity’s hands were around her head, and she had leaned close to put that seductive visage mere inches from the farmgirl’s own. Applejack felt those smooth beads settle onto her neck and shoulders, shifting a little as Rarity carefully adjusted them. The farmgirl felt a strange tingle on her skin, as if the “glow” came with a faint “buzzing” as well.

“There~” Rarity said, stepping back to inspect her work. “Oh, you look gorgeous, darling. I knew it was just the right fit for you. And I have you to thank for being my muse~”

“Uhm… thanks?” AJ looked down, one hand idly fiddling with the necklace. With how large the pearls were, it was surprising just how light it felt around her neck. Far more intense, however, was that lingering ticklish sensation, intensified by the slightest movement of the orbs on her skin. She had to will herself to stop toying with them, and her blush deepened as she looked up to see Rarity give a knowing smile.

“I’m glad you appreciate it, Applejack,” the seamstress said. “Have a safe trip home~”

“Yeah, uh… hey, is it okay if I…” By the time Applejack managed to scrape together the words in her head, she would see Rarity sauntering away, humming a little tune to herself. AJ huffed and shook her head, turning back to the cart. At least I made it out without any crazy makeovers, she thought. Unconsciously, her hand was toying with the necklace again.

Big Mac just finished loading up the last crate. “Eyup!” He turned back to AJ with a satisfied smile, only to pause, blinking as he looked her over. A tiny snort came from him, and his face tensed up, struggling to prevent his lips from pulling into a grin.

“Yeah, yeah... keep laughing,” Applejack grumbled. She crossed her arms, making a show of being nonchalant, though in fact she was forcing her hands to stop obsessively fiddling with the necklace. “They’re Rarity’s idea.”

“Eyup…” Big Mac held a fist before his mouth, trying to conceal the noises he made as a coughing fit.

AJ rolled her eyes. “Besides, I kinda like ‘em.” She looked down again, using a finger to lift the pearls into her view. A stray thought made her long for a mirror so she could have a better look. See if she was indeed as “gorgeous” as Rarity implied. Eventually, she was snapped out of her daze by a small knock on the cart’s side. Big Mac had apparently overcome his giggling fit, and he pointed at the cart with his thumb. “Oh... right.” Applejack gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Time to go?” Her brother nodded.

The duo did one last sweep of their spot to make sure nothing would be left behind, and Big Mac walked around to the front to pick up the shafts of the cart, lifting it with ease. AJ got beside him, and the two took off, departing from the market and heading toward the edge of town, Sweet Apple Acres lying just beyond.

Normally, they would chat during their journey - a mostly one-sided conversation where AJ talked about her friends’ antics, and Big Mac just sagely nodded, tossing in an “eyup” for particularly noteworthy details. This time, however, the only sound to accompany them was their own footsteps and the wheels of the cart creaking and crunching on gravel. Big Mac looked over to find Applejack zoned out again, staring at something in the distance, one hand tugging gently on her new necklace. He gave her a light bump, which seemed to snap her out of it, and she blurted out something about “being tired”. This went on and on, with AJ growing more and more nervous whenever Mac interrupted her daydreaming.

They approached the edge of town, which was normally the point where they would swap places, since AJ insisted on “sharing the burden”. Big Mac paused and turned toward his sister, only to find her no longer by his side. He looked around and found her standing several paces behind, staring back in the direction of Ponyville. “Applejack?” he said. “Is everything al—”

“Huh?” Hearing her brother expand his vocabulary gave AJ a small jolt. She wheeled around and quickly caught up, but no longer remembered to get her hand off the necklace. “Oh, sorry Big Mac, I… kinda lost track there, heh-heh.” She blushed, and the suspicious look Mac gave her finally pried an explanation out of her. “Listen, uh… I’ve actually got some leftover business in town. Are you okay to head back on your own?”

Big Mac gave a few thoughtful blinks, and eventually he just shrugged. “Eyup.”

“Thanks,” Applejack said with a relieved sigh. “You’re the best, big brother. Take care now!” She waved and headed back the way they came, wearing a joyful expression. Big Mac’s eyes narrowed as he stared after her. He could have sworn that her hips were… swaying? And was she humming? Sure, AJ had a thing for music, but this wasn’t one of her usual melodies. Not knowing what to make of it all, he picked up the cart again and headed off. Applejack knew the way home, so she was bound to find her way...

“Hmm-mm-hmm… mm-hmm-hmm-mm…”

The farmgirl’s slow, joyful tune echoed faintly off the houses around her, contrasted by the rapid beat of her footsteps. Applejack kept to an urgent pace, firmly putting one boot in front of the other - a far cry from her usual relaxed gait and posture. All around, the streets emptied steadily as the sun dipped over the horizon. Even the market was fully packed up, not a single vendor in sight. It was a rare sight for her, as she would usually be back in Sweet Apple Acres by this hour.

But not tonight. She had other things on her mind. Time and again, she would look up, smiling as her eyes landed on that familiar gold and pink peak above the other rooftops. It had hardly left her sight since she last spoke with her friend, growing into an obsession that seemed impossible to shake off. Poor Big Mac... I must have looked like I didn’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt.

The crass saying gave her pause as she listened to it in her head, and a small giggle bubbled up inside her. If Rarity heard her say that… well, one would dread to think. Applejack just rolled her eyes and went back to humming her little tune. It was so strange, she was convinced she just made it up as she went along, yet it came out with such ease and “flow”, as if it were a distant memory. It put her in a euphoric daze, feeling like she wasn’t so much walking as gliding, straight toward her goal on the horizon.

Soon enough, the other buildings and obstacles moved aside, and AJ’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes landed on her prize. Carousel Boutique, Rarity’s luxurious home and fashion workshop all in one. The nagging urge inside the farmgirl, having steadily taken root and sprouted in her thoughts, now took the opportunity to bloom into a near-anxiety attack.

She kept thinking about their last conversation. How nonchalant she was, even if honest. Her friend had given her a gift, no doubt poured her heart and soul into it, like she always does, and Applejack welcomed it as no more than a cheap trinket. Her fingers toyed with one of the pearls around her neck, and she bit her lip. Sure, she was a more modest woman. Expensive jewelry was not really her thing, and Rarity was well aware of that. Not that it ever stopped her, as she would regularly wrap up her friends in all kinds of bizarre dress monstrosities, and she was used to the lack of enthusiasm. If anything, the fashionista herself might say AJ’s necklace is “not in anymore” the very next week, and then…

Applejack’s humming became a little more strained as she approached the boutique. No lights could be seen through any of the windows, and the sign on the door said “Closed” - as one would expect, in excessively posh cursive handwriting. What am I doing here? AJ wondered. She’s not even home. It’s not like I can just… She reached the door, at first lifting a fist to knock on the door, but her knuckles stopped just short of the polished wood, and she carefully reached for the knob instead.

The door slowly creaked open, allowing the farmgirl to poke her head inside. The main chamber was empty, save for a few of Rarity’s mannequins with some half-finished dresses on them. She slipped inside, heart pounding, and quickly slid the door shut, reaching for the light switch at the same time. Her hand found it with surprising ease, almost like muscle memory, if she didn’t know better.

With the lights on, she gave a deep sigh, smiling as she felt a great weight lift off her chest. All those nagging and panicked thoughts just seemed to evaporate in the warm glow of the chandelier. AJ decided to enjoy this brief respite, wandering back and forth in the room. There was a strange air of familiarity to everything, with one hand tempted to caress everything she came across, the other dancing her fingers on those smooth orbs. She could have sworn they felt a bit hot, but it was probably just her nerves playing tricks on her senses.

“Wait…” Applejack muttered “What am I…?” She blinked and looked around, giving a small gasp as she noticed one of the drawers in Rarity’s sewing cabinet protruding halfway out of its slot, exposing a mess of spools, loose string, pins, and other tools. It took her a moment to realize just how absurd her reaction was, getting worked up over the mere thought of her friend having left something unorganized, in spite of her characteristic attention to detail. For all she knew, this was exactly the way Rarity wanted it... right? Then why was she leaving her pincushions in there again? Oh, she must really be—“Huh?”

She blinked and shook her head. Pure nonsense. Probably some vague memory of the last time she saw this thing after being dragged here for another fashion show or something. AJ realized she had tiptoed over, lost in thought, and her fingers now rested on the drawer’s handle. Really shouldn’t be messing with it, you know how upset she gets about her stuff! She thought back to her friend, looking all disheveled and fatigued – an artist worn down by their craft. Never a helping hand around... not unless she lures them in first…

The drawer slid into place with barely a sound, and Applejack let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Better to leave it for now. This would have to do. Her other hand was over her chest, feeling her heart throttle itself back, while the tips of her fingers kept reaching out to touch those pearls. So warm, so smooth… She frowned, feeling a less pleasant texture against her other hand. Bringing it up, her eyes widened when she saw a gray smudge on her fingertips.

Dust? Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Now that is something the Rarity I know would never live with! That dull ache in her spirit returned, the images of their meeting this morning drifting back into her mind’s eye, that burden so clear in her friend’s voice. Without thinking, AJ started pacing back and forth across the room, looking for the right implement. Vaguely, she was aware of a slight stiffness in her gait, like her legs just would not respond the way she was used to. Probably fatigue, or stress. Nothing like what she must be going through!

Applejack ignored such distractions, putting one foot in front of the other however she needed to, as long as it would let her reach her goal. Her movements felt a bit awkward, adding a noticeable swing to her hips, constantly forcing them into her awareness. She could feel her modest rear swaying back and forth, the denim pulling taut over it repeatedly. Good thing nobody was around to see her. Just the thought made her bronzed cheeks tint with a flash of red. She could almost see those blue eyes watching from across the room, that satisfied smirk, and… Focus!

The farmgirl found her way into the neighboring kitchen, and after rifling through several drawers, she gave a triumphant chuckle and pulled out a fresh rag. Her first instinct was to just drench it under the tap and give the cabinet a good once-over, but she paused, realizing how crude that would be. She would trail a mess all over the floor, and the cabinet would get soaked. Hardly appropriate for a place as refined as this!

There was no need to rush things. Applejack had all the time in the world, and she had a friend she wanted to see happy. Her eyes landed on a nearby spray bottle, which she picked up on her way out of the kitchen. She sauntered across the main chamber, hips swaying from side to side, a dreamy smile on her face as she thought back to all the hours spent here, with Rarity prattling about “the perfect posture” while AJ begrudgingly modeled for her designs.

“Hmm-mm-hmm… mm-hmm-hmm-mm…”

She squirted a bit of foam onto the dusty surface, then gently wiped the rag over the same spot. It was slow and awkward at first, with Applejack being used to less delicate tasks. Every few seconds, she would pause, chewing on her lip nervously, her free hand tugging on the necklace. She felt like she was burning up all over, sweat beading on her brow, and the orbs felt surprisingly heavy between her fingers.

Come on, Applejack, get it together! She glanced at the freshly cleaned patch on the top of the cabinet, the polished wood shimmering beautifully in the overhead lights.This spot of brightness boosted her spirit, compelling her to help it spread. She felt a strange tingle in her hands, particularly near the tips of her fingers, as she eased into the “flow” of her task. It was no longer a chore, more like an art form of its own – crouching or bending over to make the rag dance across the panels, guiding it into every nook and cranny before slipping back out.

A few minutes later, Applejack stepped back with a satisfied smirk, lifting her hand to place a polished, orange tip against her lower lip as she inspected her work. The sewing cabinet was now spick-and-span, not a hint of dust in sight. Just the way she likes it… She licked her lips, tongue briefly brushing her protruding nail, as she felt that strange buzz now spreading on her mouth. Excitement getting to her again? No surprise there; she couldn’t wait to see how delighted Rarity would be when she got home and saw this! The farmgirl was ecstatic, longing to hear her friend’s praise, to see the relief on her face from having one less worry for today, giving her more time to take care of herself… not to mention others.

Come to think of it, where is she? AJ’s brow furrowed, and she gave a hum of concern. It’s getting late, I hope she’s not out gathering gems again…

Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside to take a peek. The silhouette of her gorgeous friend approaching home would only appear in her mind’s eye, with nothing but the lonely streetlights looking back at her from outside. There was a faint tightness in her chest, becoming more prominent with each deep breath. She sighed and pulled the curtain back, only to feel something wiggle against her wrist. Looking down, she stared in confusion at the loose golden bracelet decorating her slender arm, just beyond the sleeve of her favorite orange blouse. She smiled and spread her fingers to admire her nails. Rarity was right, this shade works so well with my—”Huh? Wh-What in tarnation?”

Applejack stumbled away from the window, now finally aware of the sharper sound of her high heels, feeling a brief sense of strain before her feet settled into their new natural pose. She looked down at the vibrant orange footwear, her knees pushed together from how the heels guided her posture. Her gaze trailed up along the immaculate, sun-kissed skin of her exposed ankles, and she watched the fabric of her jeans morph right before her eyes, steadily growing tighter and smoother over her calves and thighs. She could feel the blue denim gently but firmly embrace her limbs, and that strange tingly and tight sensation spread to them as well, making her knees quiver. On top of it all, as bizarre as it seemed, she realized she was intimately familiar with every aspect. You know how much she loves it when you wear these. It does such a good job bringing out your—

“Ngh! What is going on?” she mumbled. Licking her lips again, her tongue was greeted by more supple flesh, far more sensitive to touch. Even a heated breath set them off, much less the act of speaking. Instead of chasing her train of thought, much as it tried to blow all of its bells and whistles, she found herself fixated on this odd sensation, rubbing and smacking her lips together, then shuddering from the sensitive reactions. Her orange tips made cute little clicking noises as they danced along those heavy, hot orbs around her neck. Oh, this gift is the best ever. I should just wear it for—

Applejack gasped. The necklace! She stumbled over to a nearby mirror – thankfully Rarity had plenty of those in this room – now feeling her thighs rub together with every step, her hips having an unmistakable, sensual sway in them. She had to actively drown out the brewing fantasies in her head, making her picture waddling past her love, all tensed up for a playful hand to reach out and give a teasing smack or pinch. Instead, she tried to focus on the mirror, where a tall, tanned blonde beauty stared back at her with a bewildered expression. AJ leaned in, blinking in disbelief, her plump lips forming an adorable “o” of confusion, brought out further by orange gloss. Matching eye shadow came next, appearing more clearly each time she blinked, her heavy lashes fluttering and waving at her. She tried to shake her head, hoping to clear it – especially when ideas for good uses for her lips started bubbling up in her thoughts – but was instead greeted by large golden hoops swinging from her ears. She was blushing again, her freckles like cute little stars in a sea of red, and she stared at those slutty hoops settle into a gentle wiggle on either side of her head. So raunchy! She gets so worked up whenever she sees them, she just wants to take me then and there, and…

“A-Ahhh~” The blonde girl arched her back slightly, feeling a sudden surge of warmth and pleasure deep inside. The tightness she felt before now revealed itself to be pressure, steadily building up in her body, then focusing into particular spots. She moaned as she felt it pooling at her chest, in her rear, and along her thighs, dirty thoughts trailing right behind them. Her eyes lost focus, half-lidded and fluttering as she was awash with joyful and sensual thoughts. “O-Ohh my gosh, I… I…”

Briefly, she managed to gather her wits, just enough to glance at the jewelry around her neck. The pearls have swollen considerably, glowing bright pink, their radiance almost akin to a flame. A heartbeat later, they flashed, the light mirrored by AJ’s own eyes, and she let out a groan as more of the trinket’s influence seeped into her head. She saw her beautiful wife, so pure and generous, so caring and rewarding. “R-Rarity…” she mumbled. It was right on the tip of her tongue, a thought that sent an odd chill down her spine, though it was quickly countered by the warmth flooding her cheeks. “I… you… ohh goodness, I feel s-so…” AJ’s thoughts drifted again, and she felt a surge or pride, knowing she was there to care for her wife, like she had always dreamed about doing for her loved ones. Just that smile of her lover was worth every effort, and when she reached out, Applejack felt a tingle of anticipation. She would find something high or low, bending over or reaching up to have an excuse to present herself, making it so much better once she felt those fingers against her—

The blooming housewife tensed up, eyes nearly rolling back as a new, more powerful surge rocked her body. A moment ago, her mind innocently reached out, wanting to entertain these alluring thoughts and images being fed to her. Like a pair of delicate, yet firm hands, they took hold of her, dragging her into a pool of pink bliss, the color saturating her mind. The pressure in her body released all at once, and through the thick haze, she could see her faint silhouette squirm in place, her chest, hips, rear, and thighs slowly expanding. The fabric of her clothes creaked and popped as they stretched to accommodate. She heard herself moan as the slightest motion set off wonderful little jiggles and bounces in her new curves, which in turn set off intense pleasure, making them impossible to ignore.

Focus, however, was not among her faculties at this moment. That ethereal surge traveled downward at first, making her now immense thighs grind together, an intense heat pooling between them. The sensation then began the steady climb back up, drawing more ecstatic moans from her as it flowed across her marvelous, bouncing funbags, squeezed together by her low-cut blouse to show enough cleavage for one to disappear in. Her voice rose slightly in pitch as that wave tickled her throat, making her vocalizations sound that much more passionate and slutty. Finally, it reached her head, making her feel a strong tingling in her scalp, the volumeof her hair almost exploding behind her into a much thicker ponytail, with a few equally impressive bangs forming up front. Gone was the rough blob of brown that was her trusty hat, the worn fabric slowly morphing into a more subtle and practical orange hairband, helping her golden, heavy locks stay organized.

As the rush of self-inflicted stimulation and mysterious energies converged in her brain, Applejack couldn’t hold back any longer. She hugged herself around her chest and waist, just in time for her hands to sink into her freshly-formed “cushioning”, letting her fully appreciate their new mass. The reaction to that bit of pressure rocketed her even further beyond the peak. She gave a loud, passionate cry, easily rivaling her finest rodeo howl, her mind going blank for what seemed like minutes while her whole body quivered from the climax.

Even through all of this, she was somehow aware that this was no mere orgasm, but something more. Something better, greater, going beyond her wildest dreams. She felt that turbulent pink mass all around her, caressing the very core of her being, waiting for her to invite it in. AJ hesitated at first, held back by confusion and concern, until she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Emotions flared as the details finally clicked into place, every little facet pointing toward a clear goal. She saw those blue eyes again, that teasing and knowing smirk – no doubt she was thoroughly entertained by Applejack’s reactions to this new extreme of “surprise makeovers”. Part of her wanted to scold her friend, to lecture her about the meaning of “self-control”, but at the same time, she could hardly deny her own feelings. That gentle caress soothed her tension, helping her think back to the joy and love she experienced today. It couldn’t hurt, right? Just this once, for her?

All the hats in the world would not be enough to hide under once this came to pass. Slowly but surely, the farmgirl fought back her anxiety and gave way to the “pressure”. She trembled with anticipation, staring at a vague visualization of herself in her mind’s eye, the pink essence washing over it. She felt it encase her self-image at a tantalizing pace, taking shape around it to form something new. Her mind, too, felt like a pink veil descended upon it, thoughts turning into little pink streams and ribbons. She heard her own voice echo the words she said today, and the relief she saw on her friend’s face filled her with immense joy. She heard that tune she hummed as she watched herself do chores, so eager to please, so ready for her love.

It all coalesced into a whirlpool of pink, drawing her into a deeper, climactic bliss. At last she felt everything start to settle down, slowly rising out of the “pool”, like waking from a lovely daydream. The new self-perception came into focus, matched by the returning awareness of her body, teasing her with pleasant sensations. Her spirit sang with excitement, eager for the world that waited for her once she opened her eyes.

“Ohh~” Applejack blinked, her adorable pink eyes staring back at her in the mirror. “What was I talking about~?” she purred. Her voice sounded husky and carefree as she rolled the pink-coated gears in her head. Did she forget something again? A perfectly manicured hand came up to touch a little talon against her lip, giving her even more of a cute, ditzy look while she admired her reflection. It was right on the tip of her tongue, and she even stuck it out briefly for good measure...

She glanced at the pearls around her neck, which emitted a gentle pink glow to match her eyes. Somewhere deep down, a faint surge of emotion came up – a lovely mix of embarrassment and bliss as she thought of her wife’s gift and how it made her into such a beauty. AJ’s knees rubbed together, cheeks flushing, and she let out lustful hum. After all, everything looked so familiar and right to her: perfect hair, perfect makeup, boobs and bubble butt all on display. She turned slightly to the side, one hand cupping her tits, the other caressing her plush rear. Everything was right where it needed to be! Where she needed to be...

“Oh well~” She giggled and blew herself a kiss, her hands idly rubbing and bouncing the mounds on her chest. “Mmm, I can’t wait for Rarity to get home~”

“And fuck me silly,” she added under her breath. Just the thought of her wife coming back to her loving arms made it so hard to not just throw herself onto the couch and play with herself for the rest of the night. Good thing she didn’t have any—

“Oh my stars!” She gasped, clapping her hands together before her orange cunt-pillows. “I didn’t even start dinner yet!” The sense of urgency made the blonde bimbo move with a purpose, hastily trotting over to the kitchen, her breasts and butt bouncing with every step. She started humming again as she pulled out a baking tray and gathered ingredients, mouth watering in anticipation of the meal she had planned.

“Hmm-mm-hmm… mm-hmm-hmm-mm~”

And, of course, the meal she hoped her wife would bring…

“Good evening, my sweet little gem. How was your—bah, no. Ahem… Did you enjoy your gift, Applejack? I hope so, as I intend to—Gah! No! Hmm… well hellooo there, darling. Are you ready to be my number one model~?”

Rarity slapped her palm onto her face, then dragged it down with a frustrated sigh. Her rehearsal attempts sounded so corny that she could start her own farm with it. Oddly appropriate, given who she expected as her “guest” for tonight. Just the thought made her stifle a giddy squee and leap in place, making her look less like a “lady” and more like an overexcited teenager. Good thing nobody was around to see! No, Rarity was reserved for just one person tonight, and in return, they would be all hers.

That is, if the magic worked at all. She bit her lip, anxiety once again breaking through her euphoria. For all she knew, a very angry Applejack would be waiting for her at the boutique, demanding to know why the magic in the necklace was making her… wear skirts on her head, or something. Truth be told, the magic Rarity used was “experimental”, to put it very mildly. It was the kind of thing where a wise person would consult with Twilight Sparkle, but there was no way in Equestria that Rarity could make that happen.

“Not yet, that is…” Rarity muttered. “But soon~” The mental image brought an impish smirk to her face, until she caught herself and shook her head. No, absolutely not. Control yourself, Rarity! This would be a one-off, harmless, absolutely scandalous event, and even then she would most likely never hear the end of it. To think of dragging even more of her friends into it… her legs stumbled as a shiver ran through them, and she scolded herself again. Hopefully, she would arrive at her home, be confronted by a very bemused farmgirl, listen to a lecture about “misusing magic”, and this ridiculous urge – or “inspiration”, as she liked to call it – would finally come to an end. Until then, she was going to squeeze every bit of entertainment she could out of it.

With renewed confidence, she approached Carousel Boutique, barely able to contain herself as she saw that the lights were on, and a figure could be seen moving back and forth in the kitchen, though she couldn’t quite make out the finer details through the curtains. Once she opened the front door, her excited grin widened at the spotless room that greeted her, breathing new life into her chaotic workspace. Again and again, the temptations clashed with her better judgement, more “inspirations” teasing her about what other wonders might be possible, if only she could “convince” her friends. It would certainly cut back on the number of chores she would have to deal with, letting her focus more on dressmaking - to say nothing of all the other perks that would come with such companions.

A sweet scent tickled Rarity’s nose, and some noise from the kitchen finally snapped her out of her dirty dreams. Her belly grumbled as a myriad of aromas teased her senses, drawing her toward the kitchen like a lover’s teasing whispers. A clean house, and a sweet treat too? This night could hardly get any better. Then again, she was thinking of dessert, when she hadn’t even gotten to the “main course” yet. Licking her lips, Rarity gently pushed the door open, trembling with anticipation of what delicacy would await her.

Like the main chamber, the kitchen was practically glowing, with every surface perfectly cleaned, and every loose bit of kitchenware tucked away. The aroma of various recently used ingredients drifted in the air, painting pictures of delicious pastries. Her oven was running hot, warming up the room significantly, making the pleasant scents all the more intense, further enticing Rarity’s hunger. She had to hold back the urge to hum in approval of the meal-in-preparation, instead turning her eyes onto what was most important to her.

Across from the room, bent slightly over the kitchen counter, stood Rarity’s pièce de résistance. The blonde-haired, voluptuous beauty was truly a sight to behold, going well beyond Rarity’s wildest dreams. She had expected some changes, of course, hoping for a woman who would find herself “inspired” to “try some new things”, all with Rarity’s guidance. Now she quivered as she found herself staring at a manifestation of pure beauty, every last detail blowing Rarity’s primitive fantasies out of the water. The buxom woman’s clothes hugged her generous curves tightly, retaining their roots as a simple farmgirl’s outfit, but now enhanced with the elegance of a rustic housewife. Her hat, a precious thing though it was, had been replaced by a far more appropriate hairband – considering her new role – helping shape her immaculate golden locks into a lovely, voluminous crown of hair. Around her neck, the swollen pearls emitted a pink glow, hinting at the intense magic that was at work.

Applejack hummed to herself, her plump lips curled into a dreamy smile as she worked. Her motions were swift and precise, while still quite tender, attesting to her skill even in a foreign kitchen – though she seemed quite “at home” already. Her hands expertly kneaded and stretched fresh dough on a bed of flour, which she then stuffed into a pan or placed on a tray. Several pies and smaller pastries waited beside the oven, which itself was filled to the brim, the raw dough turning a perfect shade of golden brown in the heat while emitting a heavenly scent.

The farmgirl-turned-housewife moved back and forth across the kitchen, treating Rarity to the gorgeous sight of her sensual gait and bouncing curves. She checked on the oven, grabbed some fresh ingredients, and cleaned up after herself – seeming all too absorbed in her work to notice her friend standing at the door. She just kept humming and wearing that joyful smile, no doubt daydreaming about what a lovely welcome gift her pastries would be for her friend.

Without realizing it, the fashionista blushed and hugged herself, overwhelmed by the affection radiating from the woman before her. Was she truly deserving of such adoration? Were these emotions even genuine? This was, after all, her magic at play. The act itself was a betrayal of trust, even if it resulted in no more than harmless mischief. The necklace she gifted to Applejack now seemed so dirty, given that the magic was fueled by Rarity’s own lustful energies. The manner in which she had to cast her spell was quite an unladylike ritual, the mere thought of it making her want to hide herself in shame... if not for the spectacular results.

Bit by bit, things started to make sense. The seamstress could see in every gorgeous detail how the magic had tapped into the very “essence” of her friend, blooming into features – either physical or behavioral – based on Applejack’s inner workings, while also “inspired” by Rarity’s lewd fantasies. And while she provided the “direction”, it was Applejack herself who would “tread the path”, letting the magic shape her into this role based on her own emotions and passion. Rarity had not so much “given her a makeover” as simply unearthed a different “channel”, and now a raging river of the woman that was Applejack rushed into it. It was fascinating, beautiful, endearing… and excessively enticing.

A mischievous grin tugged on Rarity’s lips, as she could no longer contain her impulses. It would seem that Applejack longs for her dear wife to show her some love, she thought. Well, what kind of wife would refuse to oblige~? Taking a deep breath, she quickly composed herself while she waited for Applejack to be in the right spot. The blonde girl bent over as she peeked into the oven again, lifting those plush cushions of hers into the air. At this moment, Rarity waltzed forth, hands reaching out to claim the prize that was put on display.

Applejack tensed up, giving a delectable “Oh!” as she felt those hands cup her butt cheeks, fingers gently but firmly sinking into the supple flesh. Rarity cooed and started trailing caresses up and down her friend’s figure, while her hips pressed against that plush rear, pushing them up in a way that seemed like they could engulf her whole midsection. She could barely restrain a squeal as she felt a shiver run across her wife’s body, and instead settled for a low chuckle. Much as Rarity wanted to give into the ecstasy of her creative genius, now was the time to play her own “part”. She had to make this a night to remember!

“My oh my~” Rarity purred right into Applejack’s ear, setting off another precious shiver all over her body. “I smell something lovely. What are we having tonight~?” She made a show of sniffing at the air, coinciding with her nose tickling AJ’s cheek, treating her to an exotic fragrance that was, to her surprise, only partly composed of apple blossom. Rarity could not wait to find out how many more treats were lying in wait for her. She leaned further into the domesticated damsel, hands coming around to cup her breasts, gently kneading and squeezing while she trailed kisses along her wife’s neck.

“A-Ahh~” Applejack squirmed in place, cheeks turning bright red as her plump rear rubbed into her partner. “Ohh, you’re finally home, sugarcube~”

“Indeed I am,” Rarity said. “Did you miss me~?” One of her hands playfully pinched AJ’s nipple through her blouse, while the other slipped down along her belly, circling her navel a few times with her finger before trailing it further down, bringing it tantalizingly close to her crotch. Applejack moaned again, then let out an excited giggle, now leaning into Rarity’s caress, deliberately pushing her butt right into her friend’s hips. Sensing the ‘response’, the fashionista cooed again and nibbled on AJ’s ear. “I will take that as a yes~”

They cuddled for a while, until finally Rarity relented, if only so her girlfriend could turn around and open herself up for more intense intimacy. She pulled her hands away, earning a groan of disapproval from the busty blonde, and she took a step back, no longer pinning Applejack between herself and the oven. A split second later, the air escaped Rarity’s lungs as a pair of massive cushions collided with her own modest chest, and a tremendous mass pulled her into a near-crushing embrace. She barely had time to gasp before her voice was muffled by thick, wet lips that trapped her mouth, and her eyes went wide as she felt her tongue squirm against another, pulling them into a wild dance. She drank a sweet warmth, vibrating with the sound of a deep, lustful moan, to which she responded without thinking.

“Mmph?! Mmmm...” It took Rarity a few moments to catch herself, and she narrowly avoided breaking character, turning her yelp of surprise into a more playful hum. “Mmhmm~” Her arms wrapped around her lover, caressing her back and returning the embrace, and she pushed into the kiss more eagerly, using her tongue to try and “tame” her partner. It drew a more excited giggle from Applejack, and the two remained lip-locked for a while, exploring each other’s mouths and rubbing their bodies together. It was Rarity’s turn to shudder as she lost herself in those big orange cushions, teasing them with her teeth. They tasted so juicy and sweet, and she could only imagine how they would feel elsewhere.

For her part, Applejack sounded overjoyed at her wife being so delighted to be with her, to say nothing of her eager fidgeting. After what felt like hours, they finally broke the kiss, with Rarity having to fight back the burning in her lungs. It would hardly make for a “strong and steady” look if she were seen short of breath! Instead, she stared into those big pink irises, which mirrored the glow of the pearls around the farmgirl’s neck. A bit dreamy, perhaps, but certainly not vapid, merely overwhelmed by joy and adoration.

“Oh my…” Rarity smiled and wiggled her hips a little, making their lower halves rub together. She reached down and gave a playful tap on Applejack’s behind. “Shall we have a taste then, darling~?”

Applejack laughed and pecked her lover on the lips. “Get it while it’s hot, sugarcube~” She released Rarity from the pillowy embrace and returned to the oven, pulling out the trays and pans so she could fill it with the next batch. A wave of heat mixed with the scent of freshly baked pastries hit the seamstress, making her mouth water in response. She watched AJ move back and forth with the same ease as before, humming that tune of hers. If anything, she seemed more enthusiastic than before, while Rarity had trouble standing straight, still drifting in the afterglow of that lovey-dovey hug.

There was a gentle tug on her hand, and she looked down to see a plate resting on it, topped with a slice of steaming hot apple pie. AJ delicately plucked a corner of it with a fork and lifted it to Rarity’s lips, who could only blink in confusion, gaze alternating between the plate and her partner. The great anticipation in Applejack’s expression made Rarity act before her thoughts could even catch up, and she parted her lips, allowing the morsel to slip between them.

“Mmmm~” The pie was soft and sweet, just the right mix of moist and firm to make for a perfect treat. She could see AJ’s smile widen at her reactions, and the blonde beauty was quick to fork another piece, eagerly treating her beloved wife to the fruits of her labor. Soon enough, the whole slice was gone, only to be replaced by a different pastry, now offered right from Applejack’s hand. The fashionista couldn’t help but chuckle, and she played along, trailing a few teasing kisses along her lover’s arms before working her way up to her hands and fingers, finally taking a bite from the sweet dough. Not to be outdone, Applejack placed the next morsel between her lips and winked at Rarity, leaving the fashionista to stare in confusion for a moment, until the bimbo leaned in for another deep kiss. The woman gave a muffled moan, sweet flavors exploding in her mouth, with AJ’s tongue making sure Rarity savored every last crumb.

While normally Rarity kept her sweet tooth in check, the “presentation” and “encouragement” Applejack offered was impossible to resist, and the fashionista ended up consuming more pastries than she could count. That, and she could not dream of refusing each “sample” AJ offered, not with how sweet she was and the amount of work she put into everything. On the other hand, Rarity’s dominant act was struggling to keep up, while her companion only seemed to get more and more passionate. A tiny voice in the back of Rarity’s mind even started to express concern. Perhaps the magic was beyond her control?

“Ohh… goodness,” she blurted out, having finished some warm fritters while straddling AJ’s lap, eating right off the woman’s generous chest – with a plate in-between, of course! No way would she risk making that gorgeous outfit dirty, and her hands were all the reward AJ’s breasts needed. “Goodness, darling~” She looked down at her wife, who smiled back in anticipation. “Mmm… absolutely delicious. May we finish with a cup of tea?”

“Anything for you, sugarcube~” Applejack replied. They pecked each other on the lips and shared a giggle, after which Rarity climbed off AJ’s lap and let her head over to the kettle. Out of the housewife’s field of view, Rarity all but collapsed into the chair, struggling to not gasp for breath too loud. Again, that voice nagged at her, but she dismissed it. Of course she was in control! Sure, this was proving to be a challenge, but having come this far, she would not settle for anything less! She quickly readjusted her hair and outfit, making sure to look composed by the time Applejack returned with a steaming mug. Like everything else she had prepared that day, the hot drink was a delightful treat, giving Rarity one last hint of all the flavors she had experienced as she washed them down.

Rarity glanced over at her lover, who sat down next to her, watching her with a dreamy expression. The fashionista could not help but give a warm smile. “Thank you very much, Applejack.”

“My pleasure~” she replied. “Did you enjoy it?”

“It was a treat like no other,” Rarity said. She took one last hearty swig of her tea and set the mug down with a contented sigh. Looking over at her wife again, she flashed a playful grin, her hand slipping over to caress and squeeze Applejack’s thigh. “Though I can think of a few others I would like to sample~”

AJ cooed and leaned in to start smooching Rarity’s cheeks, who chuckled and retaliated by fondling the bimbo’s plush curves. The two wrestled like this as they made their way up to Rarity’s bedroom, barely able to contain themselves, with only the dressmaker’s insistence on “a proper environment” making sure they didn’t just stop and go at it on the floor or the stairs. They tumbled onto her bed, already moaning and breathing heavily, Rarity wrestling her way to the top – where she was expected to be, of course! She straddled her lover’s lap, hands on her shoulders, cheeks flushed from her growing lust. Applejack seemed equally fired up, her own hands caressing Rarity’s sides while she stared up with a loving smile.

Finally, this was it, and she must not disappoint! Rarity began by slowly undressing herself, removing her fine silk blouse and skirt to expose her slender figure, teasing the blonde bimbo with her raunchy bra and panties, which she took even longer to slip out of, stopping to stretch and show herself off along the way. While Rarity may have lacked the “mass” her friend had, AJ seemed no less eager for Rarity’s modest curves, especially with the show she was putting on. Rarity moaned in delight as AJ’s hands cupped her breasts, those long nails teasing her nipples. Not to be outdone, she set her claws on Applejack’s own chest, squeezing and kneading firmly while slowly peeling apart her top. She grabbed one of AJ’s playful hands, licking her fingers and taking them in between her lips, chuckling at the excited moans this drew from the blonde beauty. A slight shudder passed through the seamstress as one of those long nails tickled her tongue, and her thighs clenched as she briefly imagined what those fingers might feel like elsewhere.

Perhaps she would not have to wait long to find out. After a bit more playful teasing, Rarity finally pried open AJ’s top and bra, exposing her massive breasts to the warm air between them. She took a few moments to marvel at the immaculate mounds, mouth watering at those generous nipples, and for the briefest moment, she felt a burning on her cheeks as she wondered what such curves must feel like compared to her own – with AJ’s caress offering a constant reminder. Banishing the thought, Rarity dove in, squeezing those gorgeous tits from either side to push them up while she trailed kisses all over and around them. Like an eager “mountaineer”, she climbed her way up those slopes of sweet flesh, then wrapped her lips around the summit and teased them with her teeth. Warmth pooled between her legs as she felt tremors passing through the bimbo pinned beneath her, to say nothing of the delightful music AJ let out.

While Rarity feasted on Applejack’s breasts, she made sure not to leave any other part unattended, her hands slipping down to pull her wife’s jeans out of the way – not the simplest task ever, given how tight the fabric was around AJ’s plush rear and thighs. Before long, however, both women were fully naked, letting them experience the thrill and luxury of their bare skin rubbing together, sharing warmth and sending delightful tingles up and down their bodies. Rarity made sure to be as thorough as possible, both to explore every last delicacy Applejack had to offer, while also asserting herself on top.

Indeed, it looked like she was uncontested, Her fingers and tongue reduced AJ to a wriggling and moaning mess, calling out her wife’s name repeatedly. It was an invitation Rarity would not dream of refusing, and she took the reins eagerly, smothering Applejack with kisses while guiding both their hands below. Her slender figure all but buried itself in the farmgirl’s massive curves, and while she had to fight back the sour reminders of how lacking she was in comparison, it only urged her to be more eager and ruthless. She drank AJ’s ecstatic moans, nibbling on the bimbo’s plump lips, grinding their hips together and pushing their fingers as deep as they would go. And though the blonde babe was clearly aroused, Finally, the two were moaning in unison, calling to each other before their world erupted in heat, sound, and climactic pleasure.

Rarity gasped for breath, collapsing onto a soft pillow, her whole figure trembling from the ordeal. For a few moments, she could barely think, and merely listened to the blood rushing in her ears, while her limbs twitched and shuddered in the afterglow. Bit by bit, the lustful frenzy gave way to a more wholesome passion, and she could not help but smile at the thoughts floating up from the warm goo in her head. This little “fashion experiment” had exceeded all of her expectations. Nay, it rocketed her into an entire new world of wonders, one which she was excited to explore further. She may have been doubtful before, but now she could not hope to stop the flood of new ideas and desires.

Her wheezing was interrupted by the urge to yawn, and her eyelids fluttered, fatigue finally catching up to her. As eager she was to make plans, for now, she just needed to get some rest. Rarity shifted her head on the cushion, only to feel it move in response. A giggle bubbled up from her belly as she realized that her ‘pillow’ was, in fact, Applejack’s breast, which she so generously offered while Rarity got her wind back. Oh, how she adored her new wife, and what a beautiful ‘wedding night’ this had been. She could hardly wait to introduce her to all new delights once the two of them recovered, and--

“Mmm~” AJ shifted under Rarity and stretched her limbs -- movements which seemed effortless on her part, even with Rarity’s full weight on top of her. “Now that was a rodeo to remember~” The farmgirl giggled and pecked Rarity’s nose, while her hands trailed down the fashionista’s back and gave her rear a playful squeeze, drawing a little squeak out of her. AJ’s limbs showed no sign of fatigue or lack of enthusiasm, and the same could be said about her expression, staring back at Rarity with eager lust and love in her eyes. “You doin’ alright, sugarcube?” she purred, rubbing herself into her partner.

Rarity’s heart skipped a beat, eyes widening in horror. By Celestia, is she…? She finally caught herself and buried her face in Applejack’s breast -- a heavenly experience, but one she could not indulge in for long, merely wanting to hide her shock. It’s impossible! I just gave her a ride of a lifetime, and she is not even winded?! Just the thought of trying to repeat the ‘performance’ made her limbs groan from fatigue, while her mind struggled to conjure up ways to keep up her dominant facade. Fresh warmth pooled between her legs -- a reminder that part of her certainly wasn’t complaining. Oh goodness, what in the world am I going to--

A hand came up to gently rub Rarity’s head. She blinked and lifted herself, extracting her face from the lovely ‘cushion’, allowing the hand to trail down and caress her cheek. She found herself blushing deeply as she stared into Applejack’s loving eyes. “Aww, are ya all tuckered out, Rares?” the busty farmgirl asked. “Need a moment or two?”

“Whah?” The words spilled out from Rarity’s mouth, and she all but gave up on the dominant attitude, instead giving an awkward chuckle. “Oh, no darling, I think I just--”

Her eyes crossed as a finger pressed against her lips. “It’s alright, hon, I understand,” Applejack replied. Her words were dripping with warmth and sweetness, just like the pies she served earlier that evening. “Ya work hard all day long. I’m sure you need your rest.” Her orange lips pulled into a more mischievous smirk. “What say I help out a lil’?”

“Help?” Rarity gulped, and she tried to form words, but her eager wife was already on the move. “Wait, I don’t--whahh!” Her whole world lurched as AJ shifted on the bed, lifting both their weights with barely any effort, which meant she could easily turn both of them over, leaving Rarity on her back, buried in the soft mattress and pillows. The farmgirl swiftly pacified her with a deep kiss, drawing a low moan from the seamstress, after which she started trailing down kisses along her neck and chest. Each peck from those plump lips set off a shudder through Rarity’s whole body, and she could barely hold back her voice, a few squeaks managing to escape between gasps for breath.

“Ohh… oh my… Applejack? Applejack, wait, I… I think I--o-oohh~”

“Shhh~” With her lips now teasing Rarity’s bare belly, AJ compensated by bringing up her hands, her long, smooth nails tickling Rarity’s sensitive skin. “Just relax, sugarcube~” She trailed them up along the slender woman’s sides, eventually reaching her breasts, teasing her nipples and kneading the modest mounds.

“Ohh gosh, I--hahh!” Rarity bit her lip, already squirming from the caress of a mere warm breath from her partner. Inside, she was furious, demanding that she control herself at once. How was she supposed to assert herself in this relationship if she were squealing like a horny college girl? Said voice was being drowned out, however, and a more impish side of her wanted to see just how far this could go, even if it meant surrendering to the experience. She did not have to wait long, as Applejack kissed her way down Rarity’s belly and finally arrived at the most sensitive spot. The fashionista’s strained moans all but turned into squeals as AJ began to ‘feast’, her luscious lips wrapped around Rarity’s entrance, tongue slowly pushing into her folds.

The horny housewife displayed spectacular talent. She made sure to be slow and gentle, never pushing too hard, instead giving Rarity a calm and delightful ascent, though one she had no hope to control. It was like trying to fight a rising tide, coordination and strength slowly dissolving from her limbs, until she could just twist left and right helplessly, her voice rising toward a peak. Her face was bright red from hearing her own moans, but she could not even scold herself anymore.

Between moans and gasps for air, the one word she could get out was the name of her lover. Begging her? Encouraging her? Perhaps both? Soon enough, it didn’t matter anymore, as AJ’s lips pressed on the sweetest spot of all, lighting the fuse that led up to her wife’s brain. Adding insult to ecstasy, she lost control of her voice and inhibitions, allowing a less-than-ladylike cry to slip out.

“Wa-ha-HAAH!” Rarity arched her back, moaning between labored breaths as she rode out the climax. Her thighs clenched around her partner’s head like a vice, though it only drew a muffled giggle from her in response. Applejack made sure to help her friend get every ounce of pleasure, her tongue gently caressing and pushing between Rarity’s folds. The fashionista’s cheeks burned from hearing AJ moan hungrily, marveling at the exquisite flavor of the ‘nightcap’ Rarity offered.

Eventually, Rarity came down from the peak, and she all but went limp, wheezing from the intense experience and struggling to keep her eyes open. AJ lifted her head from among Rarity’s trembling thighs, and she licked her plump lips, curling them into a loving smile. “Mmm, isn’t that better?” she purred. Before Rarity could reply, the farmgirl started crawling up along her lover’s body, her curves squeezing into the other woman’s slender figure, sending delightful shivers through it. Applejack chuckled and snuggled up to Rarity, kissing her cheek while wrapping her arms around the exhausted woman.

“O-Ohhh, my goodness…” Rarity weakly turned her head, staring into AJ’s eyes. “Applejack… y-you…” She tried to form words, but was instead overcome with warmth as she sank into those pink pools of love.

“Shhh~” The blonde bimbo leaned in for one last, deep kiss, drinking in the muffled moan Rarity gave in response. Her hands caressed the seamstress’ sides, helping her relax and surrender to her fatigue, safely in the embrace of a loved one. By the time their lips parted, Rarity’s eyes had slipped shut, breathlessly mumbling her wife’s name. “Sweet dreams, sugarcube~” Applejack replied.

“Mmm…” Sweet indeed those dreams promised to be. Rarity could almost taste them now, feeling her weightless body drift down into a warm pool. In the distance, she could hear the contented sighs of her lover, sending one last ecstatic shiver throughout her being. Her insidious muse, having whispered depravities into her ear since this ‘fashion experiment’ began, now danced triumphantly in her head, while Rarity was left with her ‘creation’ looming over her.

What have I gotten myself into?

Part 2: Rainbow Dash

There we go. Just another stitch, and it’s done!

She hummed a little tune as she inspected the dress adorning the mannequin. Another marvelous design had come together, ready to amaze crowds all over Equestria. She smiled, thinking of the countless orders she would get, all the fashion show invitations, and…

“Hm.” She spotted a small wrinkle on the side, making her pout. Did she mess up the proportions? With a sigh, she headed back to her desk to check her sketches. A light breeze touched her from behind, and she could have sworn she heard the rustle of fabric. Was it the curtains? Had she left a window open? Turning around, she gasped, eyes wide as she stared at the now bare mannequin lying on the floor, with no sign of her new creation.

“Rarity~!”

“Whah?” She turned back and forth in alarm, but the boutique was empty. Again, she could hear something flutter and move around, and the voice called out her name repeatedly. First only one, then a second, each of them distinct and strangely familiar. They drew out each syllable, using a sensual tone that sent a chill down her spine.

“Wh-Who is it?” she blurted out. “What do y-you want?”

“Rarityyyy~” It was coming from closer now, tickling her ear. She could have sworn she heard a giggle when she tried to face them, only to be met with thin air.

Something touched her shoulder, and she wheeled around to see the hollow sleeve of her latest dress pull back, the outfit floating in mid-air. It had a ‘hand’ on its ‘hip’, the fabric coating an invisible ‘body’ that held a playful pose, as though it were teasing her. For a moment, Rarity forgot about her panic, her gaze trailing down the neckline of the dress, which came down rather low and wide. It felt preposterous to even consider, but the ghastly ‘wearer’ of her creation seemed rather well-endowed in the chest area.

There was movement in the corner of her vision, and she turned to see another dress float up to her — just as curvy and eager to show it off as it performed a little twirl in the air. The seamstress blushed as she got a glimpse of the ‘back’, seeing the fabric cling to an impressive, plush rear.

“Rarity~”

More and more such dresses appeared, each with a unique color and design, and all of them possessed by ‘ghosts’ with eye-catching proportions. They circled Rarity and drew closer, her fear rooting her in place, and the clothes reached out to give gentle caresses all over her body. She whimpered, her dread mixing with, of all things, embarrassment, as the touch of these spectres was anything but unpleasant.

No! This was wrong! She had to warn everyone, and—

“Rarity~”

As soon as she tried to think of her dear friends, the dresses closed the gap, pressing right up against her. Rarity yelped, feeling ethereal curves squeeze her from all around, blood rushing to her cheeks from the sensation. Invisible limbs caressed and squeezed wherever they could reach, and she could hear their warm voices whisper her name in her ears.

“N-No! No, please s-stop! I…”

Her voice shook, rapid breaths interrupted by strained groans as she fought against the sensations. It was no longer fear driving her, but something more intense. Part of her wished to just sink into this experience, let the pleasure take over and guide her wherever it wanted. But she couldn’t just do that… could she?

“A-Ahh… my gosh...”

Those figures. Those colors. Those voices. She recognized them. She knew them all along, though she kept denying it. Was she responsible for this? How? Why?

Does it even matter?

“Rarity~”

Those hands found their way to her breasts and between her legs. Rubbing, squeezing, tickling, pushing in and out… It was too much. Thoughts fled, and lust took over. Rarity moaned toward the heavens, her whole body lighting up with intense pleasure.

“Mmm…”

Rarity stirred under the covers, grimacing and rolling her head back and forth. Murky images floated before her mind’s eye, intense sensual experiences mixing with more mundane sensations. After a brief struggle, the latter won out, and her lewd dream finally dissolved, leaving her with the far less pleasant feeling of mangled, sweat-soaked sheets clinging to her lifeless limbs.

She groaned, trying to claw her way back to the land of wonders, but it was long gone. Here she would have to stay, a regular old dressmaker, with no curvy dames for her to— Wait… what in the world am I thinking? Could you imagine what a scandal that would be? All the newspapers would be full of it! “The elegant and talented Rarity, indulging in the crudest forms of carnal pleasure, and—”

She paused in her internal tirade, giving a confused hum at the strange, though not unpleasant substance pressed against her cheek. She realized the ‘pillow’ she was resting her head on was something much more warm and dense than any bedding she was used to. Her cheeks flushed deeply as she turned her head, looking up to see bright pink eyes staring back at her, matching the color of a ring of beads beneath them.

“Oh…”

A hand came up to rest on her cheek, gently tickling with long, perfectly manicured nails. A warm breeze touched her nose, and she heard the faintest coo. Intense emotions clashed within the dressmaker, as her dream’s imagery and sensations now came back with a vengeance. She remembered the terror she felt, her boundless lust and creativity conspiring against her to send events spiraling out of her control. And yet, the promise of pleasure tempted her to keep going, to surrender to the forces she had set in motion. But where would it lead? How could she—

“Mmph?!” The beautiful visage drew closer, and Rarity felt lush lips press against her own, muffling her little squeaks and turning them into a low moan. Her eyes widened briefly, only to slip closed as an intense warmth flooded her whole being, melting away her worries. She kissed back, moaning from the joy and relief she felt, while her partner eagerly drank her breaths.

They held the kiss until Rarity very nearly passed out, so overwhelmed by the pleasant embrace. Finally, their lips parted, with the fashionista wheezing and her partner giving a satisfied sigh. She hushed her friend and kept petting her head, gently urging her to go back to sleep. Rarity could hardly make out the words anymore – only that sweet voice mattered to her, and the lovely feeling of her wife’s presence. Each exhale made tension evaporate from her body, until she melted into those soft mounds against her head.

“Sleep tight, sugarcube~”

“Mmmm~” Rarity drifted in a pool of warmth, not a care in the world. All she could think of were those sweet words and the lovely feeling of Applejack’s presence. Oh, the wonders they could experience together! Hand in hand, cheek to cheek, to the awe of any onlooker as the duo would shamelessly express their love. She turned over once more, wanting to feel those lovely pillows, and her head came to a stop on lukewarm, inert fabric. She huffed in frustration, lazily nudging her hand in the same direction, seeking soft curves to fondle. Her need became tantalizing the longer she spent without the bimbo housewife’s contact. Don’t tell me she decided to—

The seamstress blinked and shot upright, turning her head left and right in alarm. All of a sudden, her fantasies of a public stroll with Applejack went from romantic to terrifying, every prying eye another witness she would need to satisfy with excuses. And those were just her neighbors! If the girls find out...

“Applejack?” she whimpered. “Darling, where did you...?”

Panic made her curl up on her bed, dreadful scenarios playing out in her mind. She then tumbled out from under the twisted covers, hands flailing at things she would instinctively do upon waking up. She wrapped an eye mask halfway onto her forehead before catching herself and tossing it onto the bed. Each of her feet found their way into the wrong slipper, but they fit well enough to let her stumble out of the room. She snatched up her bathrobe along the way, putting it on inside out as she hurried down the stairs. The hallway mirror gave her a glimpse of the disaster that was her hair, but her comical appearance was the least of her worries right now.

What if she went outside? What if someone saw her and asked questions? She went from door to door, so short of breath that she couldn’t even call out AJ’s name. Oh goodness, the scandal would be disastrous! Or what if the spell wore off? Is she at the head of a crowd now, on their way to tar and feather me? Woe is me, I will never hear the end of this! I...

The faint sound of sizzling stopped her short, along with the pleasant scent of toast and frying eggs tickling her nose. Rarity blinked, realizing she stood in the doorway of her kitchen, staring at her stove. Or rather, the buxom beauty standing in front of her stove, her gorgeous curves obscuring most of the hefty appliance. Instead of her clothes from last night, she wore naught but a yellow apron, stretching perilously over her expansive rear and around her impressive bust, leaving very little to imagination.

Applejack hummed to herself as she worked, the handle of the frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, nudging the pan’s contents here and there to keep them from sticking. She even wiggled her hips to the rhythm of her little tune, setting off lovely ripples in her rear that made blood rush to Rarity’s cheeks.

The fashionista nearly toppled over, having to grab the wall for support. The noise must have caught Applejack’s attention, as she stopped humming and turned around. The swollen pearls of her necklace still glowed bright pink, and the bimbo’s plump lips curled into a wide smile as her pink-tinted eyes landed on the distraught woman, making her blush even deeper.

“Oh, good morning, sugarcube~” AJ purred. “Had a good sleep?”

“I… ghah…” Rarity could hardly lift her jaw, much less respond, which drew a giggle out of Applejack.

“It’s alright, sleepyhead. Just take it slow. We ain’t on the farm, heh-heh~” The bimbofied farm girl turned back to the pan for a moment, giving the eggs a few nudges. “Thought I’d get breakfast going while ya slept in. Sunny side up?”

There was something mesmerizing about the buxom beauty’s behavior. Rarity could tell that AJ’s head was still stuffed with goo that was as pink as the magical glow of her necklace, to say nothing of her eyes. Each time she glanced at Rarity, the fashionista could feel that vapid admiration, sending tingles along her whole figure. And yet, Applejack moved with a distinct purpose, not a single wasted motion in her activities, and she was remarkably observant – to say nothing of how heartwarming it felt to have someone be so considerate.

Rarity blinked, realizing she had left Applejack’s question hanging. “Oh! Uhm… yes, that’s perfect, thank you darling~” She quickly feigned a yawn and stretched, trying to play off her hesitation as being half-asleep. And, to make up for it all, she waltzed up to her industrious housewife and gave her a playful peck on the cheek, hands caressing along her lovely curves. AJ giggled and wiggled in Rarity’s embrace, giving the seamstress a gentle nudge with her wide hips. “Wait ‘till I’m dooone~” she complained.

After a bit more cuddling and idle chatter, they sat down at the table, with Rarity setting the table while AJ laid out their breakfast. Eggs, toast, some leftover pie, fresh juice, coffee – Rarity was lost in an ocean of lovely scents and flavors, her fork picking at random

“Mmm~” Rarity shivered, tingling all over from the experience. She struggled to speak, her mouth stuffed to the brim. “Oh my stars… Applejack, this is marvelous.”

“My pleasure, sugarcube,” AJ replied. Only lightly grazing from her plate, her own ‘meal’ was taking in her beloved wife’s reactions.

Breakfast proved to be the perfect remedy after such a rough start. Rarity could hardly get enough, and by the time she was done, she all but collapsed on her seat, enjoying the sweet daze after a hearty meal. Her partner chuckled and went about clearing the table, leaving the seamstress to regain her composure. Rarity stared after her, watching those mighty hips swaying as Applejack walked back to the counter, her rear jiggling with every step. The front view was just as good, if not better, the bimbo’s apron pushing her breasts up just right, while concealing very little.

Rarity’s cheeks burned as she felt a warm surge below, naughty fantasies playing out in her head about how she could ‘thank’ her lover for the meal. A smile tugged on her lips as she let the debaucheries play out in her head, only stopping herself when she realized her legs were getting sore from constantly squeezing and rubbing together.

What in the world has gotten into me? she wondered. Her hands planted firmly on the table to make sure she would not fondle herself. I never get this needy this early! Of course, it’s hard not to feel that way, with my dear Applejack looking so marvelous... but for goodness’ sake, Rarity, behave yourself!

Applejack returned to the table, taking her seat once more to admire her wife and bask in her appreciation. Rarity snapped out of her reverie and turned back to the farm girl with a smile. “Thank you so much, darling~” she said. “It was just the thing I needed.” Though I could think of a few more, she added in her head, resisting the urge to grin.

“Glad ya enjoyed,” AJ replied. “I put all my love for you into it~”

Rarity could not hold back a coo of delight, her cheeks burning brighter from her partner’s words. Sappy and cliche, perhaps, but she would be the last to complain, with one of her greatest weaknesses being emotional scenes with no subtlety. If she didn’t know better, the bimbo was teasing her right now, deliberately acting out a moment from some old school soap opera.

That thought lingered on, amusing at first, but slowly turning into a nagging worry. She met Applejack’s gaze once more, and her smile faded. Looking into those bright pink eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder: was this genuine? Would AJ ever really express such emotions, or were they just a product of Rarity’s meddling?

“I put all my love for you into it.”

There was no lie in those words. And what else would one expect from the Element of Honesty? But Rarity was no fool, and she could hear the precise tone of what AJ had said. She was teasing her friend. Playing the part of the ‘horny housewife’ too perfectly, to the point that a more cynical part of her was convinced that her dear friend was mocking her.

One question after another bounced around in her head, keeping her on edge. Perhaps the spell was indeed wearing off? Was this Applejack’s way of taunting her? Or maybe she was just that eager to play her role? Did the magic compel her to do the act as passionately as she could, hoping it would impress Rarity?

The fashionista’s thighs squeezed together, the memories of last night coming back again. Truth be told, she did thoroughly enjoy seeing her friend like this. And yet, she could not dismiss the nagging feeling of how artificial it felt, that she could not be completely certain what AJ’s genuine feelings and desires might be in a situation like this. Guilt welled up inside her, as this whole scheme of hers now felt like a childish fantasy gone too far.

She gasped as something embraced her hand, and a gentle warmth and tingling washed over it. Looking down, she saw those orange-tipped fingers cradle her own, which tightened the embrace in response. She met AJ’s gaze once more, now seeing those pink eyes stare at her with worry. Whatever the bimbo thought about this silly little game – if anything at all – it paled in comparison, as she felt genuine concern the moment she saw a friend in distress.

That settled it. Rarity would quit dawdling. Whatever the outcome would be later, now was not the time to decide it. Her wife was here, giving her love, and it was her duty and desire to reciprocate. She smiled and lifted AJ’s hand, giving it a long, affectionate kiss. She could feel all the subtle shivers passing through Applejack’s arm, and the blush on her partner’s cheeks already made her feel triumphant.

Rarity glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. She still had a few minutes to get started with her errands. Plenty of time. And you know what they say: ‘an apple a day…’

“Mmm… now that you mention it...” she said, her voice low and sensual. “All that love to make such a lovely meal. I can’t just pass that up~”

“Oh?” AJ giggled. “There’s plenty more if ya want seconds~”

“Don’t mind if I do, darling~”

With an impish smirk, she got up and sauntered around the table, still holding on to her wife’s hand. Applejack looked up with her usual blissful smile, along with a hint of anticipation. Rarity straddled the farmgirl’s lap and leaned in, pushing into a deep kiss, while her hands sank into AJ’s breasts. The moans rising up from her wife’s chest were the sweetest ‘dish’ she would sample that morning.

It took an extra showering and grooming session before Rarity was in any shape to leave her home – at least if she intended to be the least bit subtle about her current state of affairs. Her anxiety be damned, by the time she managed to peel herself away from her lovely partner, she was a whimpering, soaked mess – definitely the talk of the town if there had been any witnesses.

She hastily explained to Applejack that she needed to go ‘grab a few things’ – from the shops, that is. It was more of an excuse for herself, as she wanted nothing more than to just spend all day buried in the bimbo housewife’s embrace. The moment she said the last word, she dashed out the door, lest she give herself time to change her mind. Still, she caught a glimpse of AJ smiling and waving after her, not at all troubled by the news. It took a while for Rarity’s blush and giddiness to recede.

“This can’t possibly go on…” Rarity muttered on her way down the street. Though her emotional high faded, making it easier to appear in public, it also meant her prior concerns could resurface. AJ’s words still haunted her, the heartwarming effect now accompanied by a constant dread – and frustration, for that matter, in case the farmgirl really was turning this ‘joke’ back onto her. “It was a fun little experiment, but it’s untenable. It’s going to drive me mad!”

She paused and put on a wide smile, waving at one of her neighbors walking past, who gave her a perplexed look in return. She waited until she was out of earshot before starting up again. “Case. In. Point.” she grumbled. “Mmm… much as I adore her company, I can’t keep her locked up for the rest of time. Perish the thought! But I certainly can’t risk having to explain myself to everyone if she were to step outside the way she is now. Oh, Applejack is going to be furious! Perhaps I should take a vacation? Take the necklace while she’s asleep, then slip away with the midnight train? Wait somewhere cozy until the storm dies down? Hmph, no! Rarity, you are no coward, and you certainly wouldn’t run from your friends! You got yourself into this predicament, and now you will do what is right! It’s about time you were honest and faced your—”

“Hey there, Rares!”

Rarity stumbled back, letting out a silly, rather unladylike squawk. Once she regained her balance, she followed up with an irate huff and stamped her foot, staring daggers into her friend. Rainbow Dash pressed her fist over her mouth, but it did little to hide her massive grin, nor could it stop laughter bursting out of her.

“Bwahahaha! You should have seen the look on your face!”

Rarity took a deep breath to regain her composure. “Yes, charming as always, Rainbow Dash.”

“Aww, lighten up! A little jolt in the morning keeps you going for the rest of the day.” The sporty gal gave her friend a pat on the head. “I should know. Sometimes I get zapped by a low-flying thundercloud on my morning jog. Now that’s a wake-up call, heh-heh!”

“Fascinating,” Rarity replied through gritted teeth.

Rainbow chuckled and stepped back to examine the seamstress. “Say, what’s got you up so early today? And what was that about ‘storms’? Pretty sure we’re not getting any today.”

“Hm? Oh, I, uh… I just had some early shopping to do, and…”

Rainbow’s eyes narrowed. Oh no, Rarity thought. Don’t tell me. She knew that, aside from herself, there was one person among her friends who had a particularly keen eye for detail, and was thus hard to fool. Her veins filled with ice as she wondered just how much of her mad rambling Rainbow managed to hear.

“Well, well, well…” Rainbow’s impish smirk made Rarity’s fists clench. “Rarity… why I never~” She even threw in a comical imitation of the fashionista’s accent and mannerisms. “Think of what all the nobles would say!”

“I beg your pardon?” Rarity stamped her foot again, while her normally pristine cheeks turned bright red, much to Rainbow’s amusement.

“So who’s the lucky gentleman? Or was it a lady? Did you hold an entire ball?”

“Actually, it was none of your business, Rainbow Dash.”

“Heh-heh-heh!” The rainbow-haired girl poked her friend with an elbow. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked a bit of gossip.” When Rarity’s eyes threatened to set her ablaze, Rainbow finally relented. “Alright, alright! Sheesh, Rares, lighten up already.”

Rarity sighed and rolled her eyes. “Apology accepted, darling.” Pretending the conversation was over, she politely walked around her friend and continued on her way. That is, she would have, but apparently her behavior made Rainbow too curious to shake off, as she just matched the seamstress’ pace in the same direction.

“So, what’s on the to-do list today?” Rainbow asked.

“Well, as I said, shopping and… uhm…” After getting so riled up, and with Applejack still on her mind, Rarity could barely bring herself to focus. “I suppose I’ll… hmm…”

“Wow.” Rainbow walked backwards, hands in her pockets, smirking at her friend. “And people say I can get scatterbrained. Did your assistant not make it today?”

“Very funny,” Rarity said. “Listen, why don’t you be a dear and tell me… if…”

Rainbow’s head tilted to one side. “If?”

Rarity stopped dead. “What did you just say?” Unlike before, there was no frustration in her voice. Instead, she sounded like the sporty girl had turned into a ghost. Rainbow even recoiled slightly from her friend’s odd gaze.

“Uhhh… are you sure you’re okay?”

“What?” Rarity blinked, finally snapping out of that strange stupor. “Oh. Ohhh… bhahaha! Oh, yes, everything is absolutely fine, darling!” She could hardly make her ‘carefree’ laughter sound any more forced, though she certainly tried. “No, of course not, my ‘assistant’ is not in today, on account of not being hired yet. Or existing.”

“You certainly sound like you need one.”

“Oh?” Rarity smiled, having noticed an opening to deliver a few jabs of her own. “Are you volunteering? Abandoning your ambitions for the Wonderbolts?”

“Hah! That’ll be the day!” Rainbow stressed her point by doing a backflip and landing in a handstand. She even walked beside her friend that way for several paces before getting back up. “Good luck getting this champion in a dress and running errands.” She dusted her hands off, then mockingly put on some invisible glasses and started sauntering back and forth, pretending to write down notes. “Ohh, Miss Rarity! Are you sure these dresses are fashion-ible enough?”

“Fashion-able,” Rarity deadpanned, even giving a slow clap. “A splendid performance.”

“You know it!” Rainbow blew kisses with both hands to an imaginary crowd, then turned back to her friend. “So, are you still lost?”

Rarity sighed and tapped her chin. “Ah yes, uhm… I may need to pick up some seamstress supplies, but I always forget what their hours are, and—”

“They just opened, I passed them a few minutes ago. Looked like some flashy new stuff they had in their windows.” Rainbow Dash was again taken aback by the odd look Rarity gave her. “What? Not much I can do except enjoy the view when I’m out for a run. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“I’ll make sure to add it to my to-do list,” Rarity muttered. She tapped a finger on her lower lip. “Still, I am impressed with your keen eye for detail.”

“Heh, it’s all part of the game.” Rainbow shrugged with a smirk. “You’d be surprised just how much you gotta pay attention when you do what I do. One wrong step, one wrong turn, and you’re a washout.”

“I see. Well, I should be on my way then.” Rarity waved. “Thank you for the help, Rainbow Dash.”

Rainbow gave a thumbs up. “No problem. Catch ya later, Rares!”

“Mhm~”

The seamstress calmly walked off, while Rainbow went back to her carefree jog. Just in time, as beads of sweat began to form on Rarity’s forehead. Once she rounded a corner to be out of view, her legs nearly stumbled over each other, and she had to stop and prop herself up on a wall, lest they give out completely.

“Control yourself, Rarity,” she muttered, taking deep, labored breaths. “Remember what you agreed to not a few minutes ago. ‘Just a silly experiment, and it’s time to stop it’.” Her knees quivered, and a red tint formed on her cheeks. “It was nothing but… harmless conversation! A bit of fun between friends! You are not considering how good she would look as a—”

She bit her tongue, cutting off the last word, as her voice was steadily rising in volume. Glancing around, she could see a few bystanders watching her with confusion and concern. She straightened up and gave them a smile and wave, then hastily moved on.

“You can’t do this,” she whispered. “Stop thinking about it already!” In her head, she could almost see it: that scandalous urge, slowly coalescing from the warmth pooling on her face and between her legs, manifesting into an infernal muse that whispered all those unspeakable thoughts to her. “It’s ridiculous, it wouldn’t even work! I bet she will just blow the whistle, and then this whole game will come crashing down!” Her legs picked up the pace, pounding the earth with every step. “Is that really what you want? Will that make you—oof!”

In her blind frenzy arguing with her inner ‘demon’, Rarity had completely lost track of where she was going, which resulted in her walking straight into the front door of Silky Solutions. Thankfully, the entrance swiveled, so she just had to deal with the sobering ache of her nose after it so generously knocked the door open.

“Good morning!” she blurted out at the stunned lady behind the desk. She quickly rubbed her nose to make sure it wasn’t seriously hurt. At the very least, it helped snap her out of that ridiculous episode she just had – though even now, just the thought sent a tingle up her back. “A most lovely morning indeed!” she added, further perplexing the establishment’s owner. “Your Number One customer has returned to feed her fashion passion!”

“Good… morning, Rarity?” Satin replied. “What can I do for you today?”

“Oh, I’ll just be browsing, darling.” Rarity finally regained her composure, which she helped by getting straight to business. “Anything new you would recommend?”

The shopkeeper nodded. “Absolutely, we just got some new material from Yakyakistan. You’re just in time, most of my stock is already reserved.”

“Wonderful, thank you!”

She spent a few minutes humming to herself and browsing the wares in the store – a wonderfully therapeutic experience that helped calm her nerves and dismiss all the turbulent fantasies. No more magic experiments for me! Just plain old... no, young Rarity, working on her designs for high society. Rarity who respects her friends and would never consider—

Her eyes landed on a particular set of items, stopping her train of thought dead in its tracks. It was just a small box on a countertop, lining up rows of cheap jewelry, the kind they sold for a handful of bits where crowds could be expected to gather – usually tourists or gullible youth. The box had earrings and necklaces following various themes, all made from the cheapest materials that could still imitate precious metals and gemstones. Their design was not what she would call ‘inspired’ – she saw rings with little glass beads to pose as ‘pearls’, necklaces with glossy icons from foreign cultures – or whatever the manufacturer scribbled that day – and earrings shaped after various symbols.

“Hm. Satin, darling, what can you tell me about these?” Rarity pointed to the little display.

Satin looked up from her newspaper. “Those were a bargain. One of the stores was getting rid of stock, and I couldn’t resist. I figure there must be some kids looking for cheap silly trinkets to wear.”

“Indeed…” Rarity muttered.

It hit her again. Just a harmless bit of inspiration, ideas for designs she could experiment with, until they became tainted by her lust from before, twisting them into lewd fantasies and schemes to make them a reality. Her hands shook as she reached out, and her lips breathlessly formed words of protest, yet she could not stop her fingers from grasping a bundle of the gold and silver-tinted trinkets.

Satin looked on, wearing a polite smile, though she was clearly perplexed by Rarity’s behavior. “Interested?” she said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Yes, just a sample of each.” Rarity was all too aware that she didn’t really need these. A sketch would be more than enough, as she just needed the shapes for inspiration, after which she could use much more fitting materials. But why leave Silky empty-handed after being so helpful? “I, uhm… happen to know a friend who might be interested.”

“Lovely! That will be—” Satin trailed off as Rarity placed a sizable heap of bits on the counter. “Rarity, please, I couldn’t accept that mu—”

Rarity held up a hand. “I insist, darling. These are more than worth their weight.” She quickly gathered up the trinkets and waved at the shopkeeper. “You have my thanks, take care, have a lovely day!”

Before Satin could argue the matter any further, Rarity stormed out of the shop, a bag of cheap jewels in her hand, and a look of intense determination on her face.

What am I doing?

The rest of her day was spent in a strange daze, taking care of her duties with little to no regard for anyone else. A few did stop to ask if she was ill, given her oddly distant demeanor. Rarity couldn’t help it – she was simply too focused on her plans, not to mention the potential ramifications. If anything, she had to make an effort to appear ‘normal’, and she could not risk entering any more conversations, lest she allow more people to suspect something was amiss.

Her panic followed her all the way home. More privacy offered little relief, since she now got closer to her “lair”, where her more insidious duties beckoned her. Again and again, she tried to occupy herself with some menial task, preferably as far from her ‘creative corner’ as possible, but it seemed to have a sort of ‘gravity’ that kept dragging her back toward it. She would pass by, hang around, letting her gaze wander, only to land on a mannequin or her sketches, which would set off a creative surge that she had to suppress.

In the end, her ‘undoing’ was not what she expected. As she attempted to flee from her design area once more, she ran blindly into the kitchen, straight into something tall and incredibly soft, her face sinking into a pair of plush, warm pillows. Her cheeks burned as she heard a soft gasp of surprise, followed by an excited giggle.

“Whoa there, sugarcube!” Applejack said. “Where’s the fire?” Her arms gently wrapped around her wife, letting her rest her head atop the farmgirl’s massive breasts. The ‘fire’ was all over Rarity’s face as she looked up into those loving eyes, and a deep shudder passed through her as she felt her slender body rub against the bimbo’s gorgeous curves.

“O-Oh! Oh… hello there, darling~” she blurted out. “How was your day?”

“Good as can be. How was yours~?” Without even waiting for a reply, AJ leaned in for a deep kiss.

“Mmmp!” Rarity’s eyes went wide, and she squirmed for a few moments, then finally relaxed into the embrace and returned the gesture. She could tell from the intensity of their lip-lock that her partner had a lot of pent up desire. Another, more subtle addition to her list of anxieties.

They held the kiss for a few more seconds, after which Rarity gently pulled back. Though it was a bit of a shock at first, she had to admit, the gesture did help her calm down somewhat. “Everything is just fine, darling, ah-ha-ha!” She put on her best fake smile and met her wife’s stare, and she even managed to not blink… for all of two seconds.

AJ gave a plump-lipped pout, brow furrowing ever so slightly. “Mmm... ya can’t lie to me, sugarcube~” She placed a finger on Rarity’s nose, the long orange nail tickling her skin. “What’s eating at you? Hungry? I’ve still got, like, some leftovers for ya~”

Rarity briefly went cross-eyed, which drew another giggle out of her friend. “Ohh… mm… definitely, darling, but… not right now.” She sighed. “To tell you the truth, I… I’ve got this design I should be working on, and it’s a great design, my greatest work yet, hahaha!”

Without thinking, she squeezed tighter against her wife, holding on for dear life. She could feel those scandalous thoughts welling up inside her again, threatening to consume her. “I’m just not sure I should do it. I… I can’t! It’s just too much...”

Rarity met AJ’s gaze once more. A soothing warmth rushed in to quell the storm inside her, making her heart stop trying to burst from her chest. “I guess I’m just… frightened. What will people think? Will they laugh at me? Or think I’m a fraud? But I can’t stop. The inspiration, darling, it’s just so tempting. It’s my life’s passion, to create and impress, no matter how bold my designs may be, and...”

She trailed off and bit her lip, looking over AJ’s expression – that vapid smile, eyes full of blissful joy. Truth be told, they normally didn’t have much in common, professionally speaking, and in the farmgirl’s current state, Rarity expected even less to be going on upstairs. Still, Applejack was a very polite listener, and she seemed delighted that Rarity was so passionate about her work.

“It’s alright, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “Sometimes ya bite off more than you can chew. Take yer time, and it’ll go down, like, before ya know it~”

She kissed Rarity’s nose, drawing an adorable squeak out of her. “Stooop, hahaha!” Rarity responded with a peck on Applejack’s lips. A wave of soothing warmth passed over her, making her let out a sigh of relief. “Mmm… you’re right, darling. Thank you.” She reached up to caress her wife’s cheek. “Where would I be without you~?”

AJ blinked and tilted her head to the side. “Are you going somewhere?” Her adorable pout made Rarity’s heart melt. “More errands and stuff?”

It was Rarity’s turn to giggle. “No, Applejack, I’m staying right here.” She gave the bimbo another kiss to help smooth things over. “Just one last project, and I’m all yours for today~”

The two cuddled for a while, until Rarity reluctantly peeled herself out of the embrace and moved to her design room, leaving Applejack to work on dinner. The seamstress brought out the bag she purchased at Silky Solutions, piled its contents on her desk, and after a bit of sorting, she settled on a pair of earrings. She tried them on one of her mannequins, tweaking their position and angle until they looked just right.

So simple, so expressive. There was only one thing left to do...

Rarity’s cheeks burned as she took out the scroll, holding it up with one hand, while the other started caressing her chest and belly. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, at first whispering the incantations, while delightful shivers ran across her skin wherever she trailed her fingers. With each line, her voice grew louder, while her other hand trailed further down, slipping under her skirt.

A faint pink glow formed on the rings, the brightness flaring to the same rhythm as Rarity’s motions, and the light gradually overwhelmed their natural metallic shimmer. She was now gasping and moaning between bursts of arcane words, her fingers digging in deep between her legs while she pressed herself against the mannequin, rubbing and squeezing herself into it to maximize the stimulation.

She turned her eyes to the mannequin, doing her best to focus while she could. She stared at the imitation of a feminine figure, visualizing her idea upon it. In her mind’s eye, she made new details emerge upon the featureless surface, spreading out until it was reshaped into the image she desired. Herfantasies were unleashed in her head to all their glory, letting every last scandalous detail play out. She could feel the heat on the earrings, matching the fire inside her, and the pink glow was almost blinding, letting out bright flashes with each burst of pleasure that pushed her closer to the peak.

With one last mighty effort, her fingers reached in for her most sensitive points, while she focused all of her dirty thoughts and emotions into the figure in her embrace. She barely got through the last few words of the incantation before crying out, overwhelmed by a wave of intense pleasure as she pushed herself over the edge.

For a few moments, Rarity’s world disappeared into a pink haze, the earrings radiating all the energy she funneled into them, matching the climax erupting inside her. She gasped for breath, legs nearly buckling from the intense release, making her grab onto the mannequin for support. As her climax died down and she regained her wits, she could feel a distinct heat against her cheeks. Looking up at the mannequin’s head, she saw that the earrings had grown into a pair of large hoops, the cross underneath more prominent as well, and the metal now had a persistent pink glow.

Rarity gave a breathless chuckle of triumph, and she stumbled over to her desk, digging through the drawers until she found a simple jewelry gift box – nothing too fancy, which would fit the theme she was aiming for. By the time she returned to the mannequin, the glow of the earrings had faded, and their size returned to normal as well. Still, if she leaned close and focused hard enough, she could feel the faint ‘thrum’ of the magic within. Her whole body tingled with excitement as she carefully plucked the trinkets and placed them in the box.

The gift was wrapped and ready. And just in time! After all, her new assistant would need a ‘welcome aboard’ present.

“Uhh… what are these supposed to be?”

Rainbow finally broke the awkward silence. For about a minute since Rarity interrupted her jog, she had been looking at the small box in the fashionista’s hand, then up at her friend, then back down at the box. She kept alternating like this, her confusion growing with every passing moment.

Rarity’s polite demeanor did not falter. “Just a gift, darling. You’ve always been a good friend, I felt that it should not go unrewarded~”

Rainbow’s frown only became deeper. Though she was no egghead – as she kept reminding everyone – even she was observant enough to see through how absurd that statement was.

And that will make her all the more delectable when she—Not now! Control yourself!

Rarity put on a smile that was visibly forced. Seeing how it did not impress her friend, she finally let out a sigh. “Oh, alright. Looks like I can’t slip things past you, darling. It’s not just a gift… more of a request, really.”

Rainbow crossed her arms and beamed proudly. “Hah! You oughta know better, Rares. I wasn’t born yesterday!”

Indeed you weren’t, Rarity thought. All according to plan~

“So, what’s all this about?” Rainbow took the box, staring at the earrings inside. The metal had a strange ‘vibrance’ that was hard to ignore.

“I’m testing out a few new designs,” Rarity said. “And I would very much like to have someone model them for me.”

“What, for like, a fashion show?” The sporty girl was barely paying attention. She tried to dismiss the trinkets as being just another ‘Rarity thing’, but the way the metal glinted in the sunlight kept drawing her eyes back to it.

“No, this is a lot more casual,” the seamstress replied. “‘Simplicity’ is the word of the season!”

“You said it…” Rainbow poked the edge of the little case. “This doesn’t look anything like your usual fancy-shmancy stuff.”

The corner of Rarity’s eye twitched, but thankfully Rainbow was still too busy staring at the trinkets to catch it. “Indeed~” She said through gritted teeth.

Rainbow Dash finally looked up at her friend again. “Alright, so… you want me to try them on?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes, and to wear them around for… let’s say a week. I would love to know how the rest of Ponyville feels about them.”

“A week?” Rainbow frowned and took a step back. “Come on, no way.”

“But Rainbow, I beg you.” Rarity mustered all of her talent and put on the best ‘desperate pout and eyelash flutter’ she had in her arsenal. If it could bring high-nosed nobles to their knees, surely it would have some impact on her friend. “These are perfect for you. In fact, I must confess... you, darling, were my inspiration for making them.”

Her tactics only seemed to mildly amuse Rainbow, who seemed no less awkward about the proposal. “Look, that’s flattering and all, but you know how I feel about jewelry and stuff,” she said. “Maybe if we’re going to the Gala, but—”

Dignity be damned, Rarity would not surrender. And if eloquence did not work...

“Pleeeaaaaaaasseeee!”

Rainbow winced and slapped her palms over her ears. “Ugh! Okay, okay, fine! I’ll put on your dumb earrings.”

She rolled her eyes and reached out to take the jewelry, her fingers fumbling with them as she held them to her ears. Rarity had to muster all her strength to suppress her reactions. Outside she seemed grateful and just mildly excited, while inside she was ready to explode in anticipation.

Rainbow Dash huffed as she kept trying to fit the earrings into place, her lack of practice on full display. It was frustrating enough already, as she tried to avoid doing things that weren’t her forte in public - something she knew Rarity was aware of. So much for this ‘not being a prank’. Still, she persisted, even refusing her friend’s offer to help put them on, and after just a few more tries, she managed to click both earrings into place.

“There,” she said with a deep sigh. “Finally. Happy now?”

A faint tickling sensation ran down her neck and along her spine. She blinked a few times, wondering if she imagined it, then shook her head to clear it. All this silly fashion stuff, no wonder she was on edge. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at her friend, expecting the dressmaker to be thoroughly amused at her expense.

There was a sudden shift in Rarity’s demeanor, adding to Rainbow’s sense of unease. Instead of a ‘desperate artist’, the sporty gal was now staring back at eyes filled with immense satisfaction and pride. Being a mischievous person herself, Rainbow recognized it as the look of someone who just played a prank on a victim who was blissfully unaware.

No way, Rainbow Dash thought. Is she really just messing with—

“Delighted, darling,” Rarity purred. Even her voice sounded teasing now. “Oh, it looks wonderful on you.”

Rainbow opened her mouth to reply, but another strange sensation cut her off. This time, it was a brief surge of warmth, pooling in her belly and on her cheeks, giving her the faintest hint of a blush.

“Right,” she said, failing to come up with a good retort. Everything was so distracting, she couldn’t help it. That strange tension was still there, almost slipping away until she tried to catch it again. Why is she looking at me like tha—

Rarity gasped, bringing up her bare wrist to glance at it, eyes wide in horror. “Oh, goodness, look at the time! The library is about to close, and I forgot to make a return!” She dug into her bag and pulled out a book.

“Huh?” Rainbow looked down, having been lost in her thoughts again. At first she was trying to piece things together, but the moment Rarity spoke, her train of thought switched tracks, pondering what kind of business the fashionista had in the library.

Rarity paused her ‘damsel in distress’ act, giving her friend a hopeful stare, as though Rainbow were a hero coming to her rescue. “Rainbow Dash, you’re so marvelous as an athlete,” Rarity said, holding the book out toward the girl. “Would you be a dear and take this back to Twilight? You know how she gets when someone ‘disrespects’ her books.”

“Heh-heh, yeah...” Rainbow was too caught up in the moment to process it all, a smile tugging on her lips as she felt yet another surge of warmth – curiously timed with Rarity’s compliment. She only started to feel odd when the book was already in her hands.

Wait, Rarity is complimenting me? And why am I agreeing to this?

“Thank you so much!” Rarity said. “I know you can do it! You’re the fastest, most talented woman I know. I can always count on you~”

“You know it!” Again, the praise caught her off-guard. It was so obviously forced, and yet it still gave her a sense of accomplishment, to the point of euphoria. It lasted just long enough for that by the time Rainbow snapped out of it, her friend was long gone. “Huh? Heeey, wait a minute! Rarity, did you just… Aaagh!”

She reared back, ready to toss the book at the nearest wall, but eventually just shook her head and chuckled. “Gotta admit, the girl’s got talent. She got me good.”

Rainbow took a moment to stretch her limbs, and she let out a groan, looking back toward the center of town. She had been right on the tail end of her run, and she was eager to continue, just not with a book cradled against her side. Someone might think she’s late for school or something. After shaking off her arms and legs, she set off for the library, keeping to a light jog to help come off the adrenaline high.

Her pace slowed as she neared the town hall, puzzling thoughts catching up to her once again. Wait a moment… the library doesn’t close for another two hours, right? And heck, it’s not like Twilight wouldn’t let Rares return a book after hours. Maybe even the next day, after a looooong lecture. Why did she even need my help?

She kept going over the details, and things refused to add up. For heaven’s sake, Rarity’s boutique is on the way to Twilight’s library! Is she really that busy? Maybe the book is cursed, and Rarity’s afraid to return it? Wouldn’t be the first time she had something like that...

Even with all these nagging thoughts, Rainbow never decided to halt. In fact, she picked up the pace, now eager to get to the bottom of this. Thankfully, the library was just a few blocks away. Upon reaching the door, she knocked on it a few times and stepped in. It’s not like she was a stranger to the place.

“Hello?” she called out. “Anybody home?”

The lobby was empty, all the shelves neatly stacked and organized, as usual. Rainbow could hear some rummaging in the back – must be re-shelving day again – and she followed the noise. Upon rounding a corner, she spotted the purple-haired bookworm, who was busy digging through a giant filing cabinet.

The sporty girl leaned on a nearby shelf and tapped it with a fist. “Hey there, Twi!”

“Oh, hi Rainbow Dash!” Twilight finally dug her head out of the cabinet and waved at her friend. “Sorry, the new Daring Do isn’t in yet. Believe me, I tried, but everyone’s sold out.”

“Nah, that’s alright. Just dropping by.” Rainbow brushed her hair back, even though the locks were quite short-cropped already, and turned her head slightly to one side. She wasn’t sure why, it just came naturally.

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “‘Dropping by’?”

“Yeah! You know… hanging out?” Again, Rainbow repeated the motions, and found herself tracking her friend’s eyes. Her legs tensed up in anticipation.

“Huh.” Twilight blinked and tilted her head slightly. “Are you wearing earrings?”

Finally… Rainbow’s relief was short-lived, and she even felt a hint of frustration. Twilight didn’t even notice them right away. What was the point of this ‘gift’?

“Yeah,” Rainbow said with a sigh. “Rarity begged me to wear them. They don’t look that stupid, do they?” She tilted her head to give an even better view.

Wait, why am I bothering to show these off? I’m supposed to be—

“Oh. Hm. Wouldn’t expect you to go along with it.” Twilight got up and approached her friend. She leaned in to get a better look, the close proximity making a hint of red rush to Rainbow’s cheeks.

Eventually, Twilight just stepped back and shrugged. “I guess they’re nice.”

There it was again. A faint warmth and tingling the moment Twilight said ‘nice’, even if it was an offhand comment at best.

The long silence must have been really awkward, as she heard Twilight clear her throat and give a sheepish smile. “Sorry, my fashion sense isn’t the best out there. You know how I am: simple and practical!”

Rainbow waved it off. “It’s fine. I guess I’ll live.” Boring fashion? You’re losing your edge, Rarity… Again, her own thoughts perplexed her. Why would she even be invested in whether Rarity’s ‘fashion experiments’ succeeded? Sure, she was a friend, and Rainbow Dash never lets her friends down. And yeah, she’s cool enough that she can wear anything and make it look cool, but it’s not like she—

“Alright then, that’s settled.” Twilight nodded and cleared her throat again. “What was it you wanted?”

“Ah, right!” Rainbow held up the book she had been carrying. “Rarity asked me to return this.”

“That’s strange,” Twilight said. “She took this one out just two days ago. I don’t think she’s that fast a reader.”

No cursed books either? Well, so much for an ‘adventure’. “Maybe she was just… I dunno, busy?” Rainbow scratched at her head and shrugged. “So she’s returning it now instead of being late?”

And now you’re making up excuses for her? That’s it, no more energy bars before bed! They don’t give you Wonderbolt dreams anyway.

“Yeah, probably.” Twilight sighed. “Books really need more investment than that. You shouldn’t get one if you’re not going to be responsible.”

Rainbow stifled a laugh, which drew a sharp glare from her friend.

“What?”

“You’re talking about them like they’re pets, Twi.”

The librarian pouted. “They’re almost as good, if not better than pets! Easy to organize, comfortable to use, and they grow your intellect. Has a pet ever taught you about the intricacies of Mana Diffusion, or—”

Rainbow stretched and yawned loudly. “Yeah, it’s getting real nerdy in here. I think I’m gonna head out.”

She cackled as Twilight kept prattling to her, even past the point that she made it out the front door. “Well, that’s it for errands, I guess…” She brushed her hair back again, taking her time to let her fingers trail near the earrings. “At least I know these things won’t stand out all that much.”

She headed home, now content to just walk at a steady pace. Along the way, she kept catching herself reaching up to prod and caress her earrings. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, but the moment her mind wandered, they would sneak out again. It was hard to keep her mind off the trinkets, and she could have sworn she felt a subtle tingle where her ears touched the metal.

“I gotta get these off,” she muttered. One hand was poking at the tiny cross hanging from the bottom of her right ear. “They’re gonna drive me nuts.”

She would fiddle with them several times, mustering the will to remove them, only to feel a strange unease at the last moment. Quitting already? Come on, you’ve faced a lot worse than Rarity’s weird fashion ideas. That tingling sensation touched her ears again. Just think about something else. Leg day tomorrow, right? No errands, no favors… if she needs that kind of help, she should just hire someone… yeah...

Her limbs felt like lead weights by the time she made it home. Without even turning the lights on, she stumbled right up to her bed and collapsed onto it, head buried in a pillow. In her mind, she sank through the cushions and drifted away. A smile tugged on her lips as she felt that tingle on her ears, gently pulling her down into blissful unconsciousness.

“Rainbow Dash! What a coincidence!”

“Likely story,” Rainbow muttered under her breath. She slowed to a jog to let her friend catch up. “Hey Rares. What brings you all the way out here?”

The fashionista calmly strolled up to her, a large canvas bag tucked away under one arm. “Oh, just a morning stroll. I figured I would go look for some new gem deposits. New commissions coming up, have to be prepared!”

“Right.”

Rarity pouted and crossed her arms. “It is most certainly not ‘right’, darling,” she complained. “Can you believe it? A dozen orders, and more to come! I of course will rise to the challenge, but...”

Rainbow tried to feign disinterest. Every instinct in her screamed that she never cared much for Rarity’s business and did not intend to start now. And yet, she found herself taking mental notes, hanging on every word as though it were from a Daring Do novel. After a minute or so, she was thoroughly briefed on Rarity’s conundrum, and was herself wondering how the fashionista would resolve it.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your hands,” she muttered, still lost in thought.

“Indeed I do! There’s fabrics to select, tools to acquire… and the paperwork! My goodness, mountains of it!”

There was a pregnant pause. Rainbow blinked, realizing she had been staring into the distance, and looked back at her friend’s big blue eyes, which were begging her. “Do you… need some help?”

“Darling, you’re too kind~” Before Rainbow could react, Rarity took her by the hand and led her away. “Come along, we haven’t a moment to lose!”

“Bwah! Hey, ease up!” Rainbow tried to pull free, but somehow the mere sensation of her friend’s hand grasping her own sent tingles all over her body, and she nearly stumbled over her own legs just trying to keep up. Rarity no doubt took notice of how flustered she was, and she responded with a smug smirk, making it that much more frustrating.

Looking around, Rainbow Dash noticed the two of them passing the stores in the middle of town. “Hey... I thought we were going gem hunting! What’s the deal?”

Rarity chuckled. “Of course we are, darling,” she said. “Later. We have a few errands to run first~”

Moments later, Rarity took a sharp turn, and the two of them burst into a store, where the seamstress finally released Rainbow’s hand. She took a moment to regain her wits before looking around, only to realize it was the shop for fabric supplies.

“Uh… wait, why do I need to be here?” She scratched at her head. “You know I don’t know much about fashion stuff.”

Rarity chuckled. “That’s perfectly fine, darling. An audience is just as helpful. Wait right here, I’ll be just a moment.”

With that, the girl took off, zooming between aisles to examine different materials and tools. Rainbow crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching her friend in a mix of bemusement and admiration.

She found it so strange. Somehow, Rarity’s obsession was captivating. It reminded Rainbow of her own passion for sports, and how much she loved competition. And hey, fashion shows are a kind of ‘competition’ too, right?

“Rainbow Dash? Darling, would you be so kind and get me some azure thread?”

“Huh?” Rainbow blinked, unwittingly snapping to attention the moment she heard Rarity’s voice. “Oh right, yeah, sure…”

She wandered off, aimlessly at first, only to spot a hint of blue in the corner of her eye. Looking over, she found a large shelf and immediately focused on a spool among dozens, having the exact shade Rarity needed. She picked it up and headed back to the fashionista. “This it?”

Rarity smiled and nodded. “Perfect! Thank you so much.”

Blood rushed to Rainbow’s cheeks, and she waved it off. “Don’t mention it.”

What in the world had gotten into her? Was she enjoying this? Sure, it was nice to be praised, but it was only natural that she did well. She certainly shouldn’t find it special that someone would ask her for help, trust her to be reliable and quick on her feet, and…

Rainbow shook her head. This was crazy. Her hand moved up to flick her left earring.

On and on it went, with the two of them going from store to store, picking up everything from dress supplies to groceries, and even a few personal luxury items. Time and again, Rarity would pause in her seemingly endless to-do list, and she sent Rainbow off to find a particular item.

Each occasion would follow a simple pattern: Rainbow snapped out of her daze, irked by the casual manner in which her friend bossed her around. She then set off on the ‘fetch quest’, often having little more than some weird brand name to go on. Within seconds, her keen perception would help her spot it from afar, and, swallowing her pride, she brought it back. Already on the return trip, she would grow restless, anticipating her reward while feeling deeply embarrassed and furious.

Rarity, for her part, lived up to her Element, generously handing out praise for her companion. And with every word she spoke, Rainbow felt her tension melt away into a rush of warm bliss. Just hearing Rarity’s voice was enough to make her blush.

All of this could not escape the fashionista’s notice, and she did not hesitate to exploit it to her own amusement. Rainbow bit her tongue as she saw Rarity’s knowing smirk, and she had to look away while handing over the latest item - some expensive perfume.

“Lovely, thank you so much, Rainbow Dash~” Rarity purred. “I could not ask for a more reliable helping hand. Mmm~” She sprayed a bit of the perfume on her hand and gently whiffed it. “Marvelous. You should really try some eau de toilette sometime, darling. It would do you wonders~”

Rarity held out her hand toward her friend. Rainbow cursed under her breath and quickly escaped to the far corner of the store.

Where did she get the nerve? Not only was Rarity teasing her, but she made sure to do so loud and proud in front of all the bystanders. And worst of all, Rainbow could not stop shaking. Her whole body felt warm, and her thighs quivered and rubbed together from the tingling between them. Even now, the scent of that “oh the whatever” haunted her, making her think of her friend wearing it, that aroma surrounding her so every breath in her presence would—

“Ugh!” She stamped her foot. “That’s it. Look, sorry Rares, but I gotta go.”

Rarity looked surprised, but she just shrugged with a smile. “That’s perfectly fine, Rainbow dear. We all have our business to attend to.”

“Yeah… business.”

“Thank you so much, you were wonderful today. I’d never have gotten so much done without you. And besides, there’s always tomorrow~”

Rainbow couldn’t even bring herself to reply. She waved over her shoulder, and the moment she was out the door, she broke into a sprint, not stopping until she made it home.

Rainbow Dash was not having a good day.

Even sleeping was risky business as of late. She would hop into bed, hoping to dream of blue skies and high speeds. Instead, she’d find herself twisting and turning, unable to get a strange nagging out of her head.

Her mind would keep obsessing over things she never cared for just a few days ago: errands, discussions, planning, preparations, and more. The list just went on and on, the world of fashion seeming endless, and a certain someone stood at the center of it all.

Rainbow groaned and kicked against the covers. She hated this! It was like being back in school, worrying about an upcoming exam! And worst of all, the tension was not even uncomfortable. It would pull her in, make her think of all these things and what she should do, followed by intense excitement as she fantasized about her friend’s reaction. Just the thought, the brief mental image, was enough to send a shiver through her body, making her curl up and blush. She could hear that voice in her fantasies, saying her name, praising her while her hands wandered, and before she could stop herself, she was off to the ‘high skies’ she craved.

Each morning after, she would wake up exhausted, deeply ashamed, frustrated… and sensitive all over. Even her dreams were haunted by bizarre scenarios and urges, and unlike most of her nightly experiences, she was having a hard time shaking these out of her head.

She checked herself in the mirror. Long and messy hair? Check. Covered in sweat? Check. Bags under the eyes? Surprisingly, uncheck. In fact, the longer she looked, the more she found that, in spite of any twisting and turning in bed, her appearance never seemed to hit a low that she couldn’t fix with more than a quick combing.

A comb. Yes, she had one of those now… for some reason.

Her eyes caught on a glint of metal. The earrings. She was even wearing them to bed these days. Each time she looked at them, the thoughts that haunted her came back with a vengeance. Often she would find herself just staring into a mirror without realizing it, obsessed with the tiniest details, wondering if it all ‘looked right’. She could feel a presence looming over her, inspecting along with her, while her heart raced in anticipation. She could almost hear that voice, and a shudder passed through her as she imagined words of approval, sending warm tingles that ran down to her–

“Cut it out!” Rainbow Dash found herself breathing rapidly, legs trembling from the lingering fantasy sensation. What in the world was she doing? Actually getting off on this nonsense? As if the display she put up in town wasn’t bad enough. Sure, helping a friend is a good thing, but she had to set limits!

Even as she argued with herself, she stared at the mirror again, taking up the comb to loosen any tangled locks in her hair. Each stroke soothed her tension somewhat. It made it easier for her to focus on finding her shoes. Maybe a nice jacket too, someone might have something nice to say about it…

No! She was not going to do this. It’s ridiculous. Besides, doesn’t she have her own routine? But I already went for a jog. Work out? There’s plenty of work to do there too. Well, couldn’t that Miss Pretty Bossy hire some actual help?

…maybe if I ask really nicely?

“Ah, good evening, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity leaned on the door and smirked. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Rainbow sighed and rolled her eyes. She made an effort to come off as flippant, but it was difficult to hide all the telltale signs of anxiety: shifting her weight back and forth on her legs, hands clenching and trying to bind each other, and a reluctance to meet her host’s gaze. Rarity’s expression just rubbed it in.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Rainbow said. “Can I come in?”

“Certainly~”

Rarity stepped back, opening the way for Rainbow. The sporty girl trudged inside, hands in her pockets, and she whistled a little tune while looking around. What am I doing here? Great, now she’s going to think I’m stalking her or something. I should just say I’m sorry and–

“Not that I mind your fabulous presence…” Rarity’s voice snapped her friend out of her stupor. “But I have to wonder. What brings you here tonight?”

Rainbow tensed up, feeling that odd tingle again from the compliment Rarity dropped, even if it was made in jest. She opened her mouth to reply, but found herself awkwardly mumbling instead. She was sure she had a purpose for coming here. Something she wanted to ask? Or do? With all that’s been happening, she found it hard to focus.

“Dunno,” she said, fumbling to break the awkward silence. “Just… felt like hanging out, I guess?”

“Mmhmm… well, you’re very welcome, darling~”

“Right…” Rainbow brushed back her hair, and one of her fingers touched her earring, giving her a small jolt. “Oh, hang on. So I’ve been wearing these all week. How much longer will this ‘fashion show’ last?”

“Not much longer, my dear. In fact, I’m already quite pleased with the results.”

“What results?”

“Oh, nothing~” Rarity gave a mischievous chuckle. “While you’re here, would you be a dear and fetch my notes? I think I left them on the desk there.”

“Hm?” Rainbow looked over, indeed seeing the small pile of papers next to her bag. It was but a few paces away from Rarity, it’s not like she couldn’t have picked them up herself. But she is quite busy, probably a new design. Rainbow shuffled her feet in place, feeling an odd pull toward the desk, as if the room itself had tilted toward it. It’s the least you can do, since she invited you in...

“Rainbow Dash?” Rarity said. “Is everything alright?”

“Whah? Oh, right, yeah.” She was already heading for the notes by the time she came back to her senses. Before another coherent thought could form, the papers were in her grip, and she had walked up to Rarity to hand them over. Her feet kept skidding and bumping on the floor, until she willed herself to enter a proper gait and stop making a fool out of herself. Her legs followed a straight line, giving her hips a noticeable sway, and her gait ensured that her heels could clear the ground properly. The steady clacking sound was foreign, but it also felt right, no longer a sign of her awkward stumbling from before.

“Thank you, you’re too kind~”

“D-Don’t mention it…”

The tingling on her ears persisted. Again and again, she felt the urge to fiddle with them, but something ended up distracting her. Stray locks of hair tickled her cheeks and neck, while her blouse felt tighter with each breath. Was she having a panic attack? Just from grabbing a couple pieces of paper?

While her thumb tweaked her earring, she made a few strands of her hair curl around her index finger. It felt silly, it probably looked silly, but it felt strangely relaxing. She still felt a bit tight around the chest, and even her skirt no longer swayed loosely against her thighs, but a couple deep breaths helped her relax, and the discomfort slowly faded.

“I mean… yeah, it’s not all that hard. Anyone could do it, really…” Her words trembled toward the end, as she tensed up in anticipation. Begging for praise? Really?

Rarity cooed and gave her friend a gentle rub on the shoulder. “You’re too modest. I think you’ll make a lovely assistant.”

“Uh-huh. I, uh…” Rainbow paused and gave a snort. “Yeah, right. Just cause I help out doesn’t mean I’ll be your lackey.”

“Indeed~”

There it was again. That strange unease, trying to make her focus on how Rarity’s words were not conditional. Like she actually believed Rainbow would be – or wanted to be – the fashionista’s assistant.

Ridiculous. Why would she even consider that? Being around this bossy prissy girl all day, prattling about fashion and dresses and whatever? Working on designs, or going out to do errands? Then maybe if she did a good job, she could stay with her after hours, spend the night together and–

“Rainbow Dash? Darling, is something the matter?”

“Bwah! Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! What do you want?” She bit her lip, cringing at how harsh the last line came out, but Rarity didn’t seem to mind.

“Ah, I seem to have left some of the fabrics upstairs. Darling, would you be so kind?”

Something about the way Rarity spoke put Rainbow on edge. Rather than tease, her tone sounded so natural, as though bossing her guest around was part of a perfectly normal daily routine. It would have felt irritating, had Rainbow not felt a strange familiarity with this, like she had done it several times before.

She nervously tapped her fingers along the handrail, making her nails click against the polished wood. Vaguely, she recalled that time a mani-pedi treatment at the spa scared her off. It felt so silly now, not like a nail file and some polish would kill her. On the other hand, looking a mess definitely might. She had an image to uphold!

Rainbow quickly found her way to Rarity’s bedroom, where she spotted a bundle of fabrics on the bed. She almost had to close her eyes to not let any more fantasies take hold, or she might just end up on that bed herself and never get up. Taking the materials, she held them against her chest, gasping as she felt the mass squeeze into her mounds, which felt strangely sensitive. With each step, she could feel the tiniest movements of that material rubbing against her, and the tiny jiggles in her rear only made it worse. She bit into her lip, only to find it surprisingly resilient and sensitive as well.

By some miracle, she managed not to moan by the time she made it down the stairs. Heading back to the main room, she grumbled at herself for being such a ‘squeaky toy’. What next, would fetching a coffee be ‘too hot to handle’? Will she start mewling once Rarity brings out the measuring tape? Yeah, real ‘tough girl’ act right there.

“Ohh, Darling. You’re going to turn out so wonderful~”

“Yeah…” Rainbow set the fabrics down on the desk nearby. She froze, blinking as her friend’s words finally got through the fuzziness in her head. “Wait… what? The heck do ya mean ‘turn out’? I…”

Having a moment of clarity, she played back the most recent minute of her stay. Her fantasies had run wild, making her groan and wriggle in place, cheeks burning and awkward giggles slipping from her lips. She tried to hide it, of course, by actually offering her friend some more errands while she worked. It only felt natural, it’s why she came here after all, so she–What?!

“You can feel it now, can’t you~?”

Almost as soon as Rarity said that, Rainbow saw a faint pink glow in the corners of her vision, and she felt a surge of warmth flow from her earrings. The temperature escalated rapidly, filling her entire skull, making her feel dizzy.

“Ha-ahhh… oh my… wh-what the hay? Rarity? I–”

The intense sensation made her hands fly to her ears, only for her to yelp and pull them away as the earrings gave her palms a light zap. It was only akin to a light pinch, but it left a lingering warmth and tingling, while the heat from the trinkets further intensified. There was never any pain, and yet it felt like ‘burning’, setting off every alarm bell in her instincts.

A vivid image flashed in her mind’s eye, showing a figure of stunning beauty, every detail clear as day. For a few moments – though it seemed to last much longer – she found herself lost in the fantasy as that image projected back onto her, flooding her with intense thoughts and sensations. She could see herself in an entirely new ‘shape’, her thoughts and actions taken up by tasks to run for her seamstress friend, whose very existence enveloped her whole world. She could hear voices, and her mind’s eye played out scene after scene, her friend at the center of them all. She tried to tell herself they were just strange fantasies, but they almost felt like vivid memories, no matter how ludicrous that seemed.

Rarity could hardly hold back a moan of delight upon seeing her friend’s catatonic expression, a low groan coming from Rainbow’s half-opened mouth as she tried to process what was happening. Eventually, she got her wits back enough to realize something was wrong. She pushed back against the presence that tried to impose itself, managing to return to her own world, though by that point, the ‘damage’ had already been done. She could feel it throughout her being, like a dream that she just woke up from. The finer details escaped her, but the general atmosphere lingered on. Deep down, it left a burning curiosity, not to mention arousal.

She whimpered as she felt that warm essence coursing back and forth, like a lover’s caress, further increasing that intoxicating heat in her body. When she struggled, it slipped away and teased her somewhere else, tricking her into focusing on it. The moment she did, the sensations intensified, the tingling focusing on a specific point.

Her fingers felt strange, especially near the tips. She lifted her hands before her eyes and gasped as she saw full, immaculate pink nails crown her fingers. There was something familiar about them, luring her train of thought down a hazy track, leading back to that fantasy that flooded her head before. She tried to catch herself, but her brief lapse of vigilance was enough to set off a chain reaction.

Another rush passed through her, gently streaming up her neck and trickling across her face, sending intense, but not unpleasant shivers along her body. She groaned as she felt the sensation focus around her mouth, gradually turning into a light buzz. Before her eyes, her reflection’s quivering lips began to swell, and the increasing size was matched by an uptick in sensitivity. She found herself letting out moans and whines each time her lips parted and pressed together. Her tongue ran over them repeatedly, as if hoping to stall the process, or at least comprehend it, but her reward was only more intense stimulation. Slowly but surely, her lips grew into a pair of luscious pillows, their color matching that of her nails.

Perfect for kissing… and sucking… and so many other lovely duties~ The intrusive thought made the blush on her cheeks return to its full intensity. Like my nails… so glad I got them done, they always told me they’re beautiful, and...

“N-Nohh…” Rainbow stumbled away from the mirror, only to find herself leaning on the desk nearby, staring at her perfectly manicured hands on some ruffled papers. She could see herself doodling, though the memory was hazy. Her nails tapped on a page, right over her notes for the day’s duties...

She pushed herself off the desk, but that just exposed her lower half, though her chest seemed to obscure more than it used to. Before her eyes, the fabric of her shorts - already a shadow of their former self - finished their transition into a thigh-hugging sky blue skirt, highlighting her gorgeous calves and making her skin tingle. She shuffled her feet, seeing a pair of cute high heels that matched her skirt in color.

Miss Rarity has a very strict dress code. ‘Strict’ as in ‘you will miss out on your bonus if you don’t wear it’!

Rainbow groaned again and shook her head. She tried to tell herself, scream at herself, that this kind of fancy-pantsy getup was not her thing, but it was a losing battle. Anything she focused on, she found herself fighting back moans at the thought of hearing Rarity’s commentary. Maybe even recommendations!

A tightness around her waist and chest signaled that her shirt and hoodie were next to change. She felt the urge to giggle as she felt the tingling from her legs rise above her hips as well, set off by her clothes turning into a skimpy white blouse. ‘Low-cut’ was an understatement, with the blouse only restrained over her belly button and spreading wide over her chest, exposing the bra underneath. The simple white undergarments had shifted into a pair of frilly blue and white cups.

There was a light tug on her scalp, and she could feel locks of her hair swaying more each time her head moved. She just caught a glimpse in the mirror of her hair lengthening, after which invisible fingers began to pull and ‘comb’ along her head, rearranging the messy strands. At the back, in particular, she could feel a knot forming, gathering up most of her rainbow coiffure. No way, she couldn’t even let her hair down?

Good hair and makeup are a must! Every bystander is an audience, and you must always look your best!

The idea threw her off, briefly making her lower her guard, which let the magic run wild. As an aspiring celebrity, she of course cared deeply about her image! And yet, when she tried to think of what her hair was supposed to be like, it all turned hazy again. She could see herself fiddling with her hair before the mirror, carefully forming it into a bun, just as Miss Rarity liked it. Something tickled her cheeks, brushing against her eyes, and she could just about see lightly applied foundation and eyeliner, and even her brows developed thinner and sharper lines. She showed me a hundred times, but it feels so good when I let her put it on!

“A-Ahhh… wait, s-stoohhhp! I… R-Ra…” A wave of dizziness hit her, and a warm, pink fog flooded her head briefly. Her tongue kept stumbling over the words, a subtle ‘force’ pushing back as she tried to get them out. That is, unless… “Mm-mm… Miss Rarity!” She gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth.

It took a lot of effort from Rarity not to let loose all her pent up lust and just throw herself at the blooming bimbo. Instead, she calmly waltzed over, gently hugging her dear friend from behind, just tight enough to keep Rainbow from fidgeting too roughly and hurting herself, with the added selfish desire to feel her masterpiece develop.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Rarity brought a hand to Rainbow’s expanding bust, her fingers giving a teasing caress. “Just relax, Rainbow, darling~”

“Wh-What’s… nngh… happening? Why d-do I…? Ohh~” Moans of pleasure began to take over Rainbow’s panicked gasps and groans. Her blouse finished taking shape, just in time for a small surge she felt forming in her chest, and she squealed as her modest mounds gained at least two cup sizes in as many seconds, forming an impressive cleavage.

“Don’t fight it,” Rarity cooed. “It’s just the new you, waiting to come out~”

Rainbow whined, her voice becoming softer and gaining a higher pitch. “The new… me?”

“Of course! I always adored your vitality, Rainbow Dash. Your raw energy and passion... so much like my own.” Rarity squeezed those marvelous melons and let out an insidious chuckle. “All you lacked was guidance. Someone to tame your unruly tendencies.”

Unruly tendencies? Oh come on, she… wait… oh no… it’s all Rarity’s doing! She wants me to become a… a… “A-Ahhh~” Just the thought was enough to make her body shudder all over, the image in her mind becoming more vivid, almost impossible to ignore. Miss Rarity wanted her to fit the seamstress’ vision, and all she had to do was…

“Don’t strain yourself,” Rarity said. One of her hands slipped down, caressing along Rainbow’s midriff, slowly ‘walking’ down toward her thighs. “Your specialty is action, isn’t that right, dear? Leave all the boring thinking to Miss Rarity and just let your head reach the skies~”

”N-No-ohhh…” Another wave of dizziness hit Rainbow Dash, which left her head feeling strangely light. Like a burden had been lifted, making it easier to relax. Something told her to feel alarmed, but her thoughts just became lost among the ‘clouds’.

She tried thinking about her track course, but instead saw herself in an elegant trot down Ponyville, notepad and bag in hand. She thought of the gym, walking up to the next machine and giving herself a good workout. She blinked and saw herself bend over to pick up some bags, carrying them after Miss Rarity on their latest shopping spree. They returned to Carousel Boutique, ready to start a day of fashion work, with maybe a bit of ‘team building’ on the side.

“This new design looks amazing!” she could hear herself say. Indeed, the mannequin in Rarity’s studio looked better every moment, with a brand new design slowly taking shape, Rainbow’s boss showing off her genius with every new piece she added. Was this really any different? Rarity was just using her talent to create something amazing that would impress everyone, and— Wait… no, that’s not what she—

“You always aim to please, darling. This is no different. Come on, you can do it! Show me how you would like to please Miss Rarity~”

In a moment of weakness – or rather curiosity – Rainbow’s reluctance gave way, which allowed the magic to fully run its course. What was merely a ‘trickle’ at first, a few small details adjusting here and there, turned into an outright ‘flood’, with waves of ecstatic sensations rushing through her body and mind. She sighed and closed her eyes, sinking into a pleasant daze as she felt that power envelop her, free to mold her as it pleased. Her fear was replaced by euphoria, and even a hint of excitement about what the result would be.

Those warm waves flowed back and forth over her being, finishing all the adjustments to the ‘new design’. Rainbow moaned as she felt her breasts and rear expand, her clothes shifting to match just in time before the fabric would split open from the pressure. Her hair bundled itself up tightly, while she giggled from a light tickling on her face, the noise showing off her changing voice. She felt a hot breath on her neck, and Rarity delivered a long, hot kiss on it, just in time for Rainbow to feel her sensitivity ramp up, making her mewl and squirm in response. A final rush hit her head, making her feel like she was soaring toward the heavens, the last of her anxiety drifting away.

Slowly, the sensations faded, and she opened her eyes, staring at their pink-tinted reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was half-open, showing off those gorgeous pink pillows and giving her an adorable vapid expression. She reached up with a finger, pressing a long pink nail against her lower lip, shivering slightly from the sensitivity as it sank into the plump flesh. A pink glow brought her attention to the earrings at the sides of her head, now having expanded to a pair of large hoops, the light matching the tint of her eyes. Something about that glow was familiar, making her start to fidget in place.

As her eyes slowly wandered, she took in the skimpy outfit, hugging her curvy figure nicely. Plain and professional, ready for a day of business. Every feature was so familiar, setting off intense memories, yet the ensemble was a stranger. She struggled with it, like waking up from a dream and trying to piece it back together. She noticed purple in the corner of her vision and looked over to see Miss Rarity’s smug smirk, looming over the woman’s shoulder, hands gently massaging her sides.

“Ohh…” The bimbo secretary giggled, leaning into her beloved boss, the familiarity of her embrace finally helping things click into place. “Hi Miss Rarity. Are we, like, doing another business meeting~?”

Rarity gave a low chuckle, with only a keen eye able to catch her thighs clenching at Rainbow’s words. “Indeed we are, my dear. The most important one yet~”

Rainbow moaned as Rarity squeezed her chest, and she responded by wiggling her plush rear against her friend’s groin. “Okay! I’ll do my best~”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way~”

No more words were exchanged, as Rarity lost all semblance of self-control. A bit of her even panicked as she saw herself turn her friend around, pulling her into a tight embrace as she dove in for a deep kiss. Something hot and ruthless took control of her, intent on devouring the cute and horny bimbo she had created, and her new ‘employee’ seemed eager to play along.

At first, Rarity was unmatched, having free reign to kiss and nibble whatever she pleased, while she enjoyed the sweet sounds of Rainbow’s moans, along with the occasional vapid giggle. She could explore a heavenly variety of curves and soft spots, each one leading to different responses, either vocal or dynamic, with her horny secretary squirming in her grip.

As she progressed however, Rarity noted a rather awkward issue: she was starting to break a sweat, her breathing more and more rapid, while Rainbow could still just giggle away between moans, at times even stopping to praise her beloved boss. Of course, Rarity was aware of her friend’s stamina, but she assumed it would crumble under the might of Rarity’s lust and creativity. Instead, if the seamstress didn’t know any better, Rainbow’s innocent giggling was more of a tease, taunting her with the implication that all of Rarity’s efforts so far were ‘just a light tickle’.

Not to be outdone, Rarity upped the ante, her fingers and tongue diving into every spot that she could discover having an effect. The ‘meal’ was heavenly, there was no doubt about that, as one would rarely get to taste the raw power in Rainbow Dash, especially in such a gorgeous package. Under the delectable padding of the woman’s breasts and rear, Rarity could dig into firm muscle, ready to burst, only held back by the secretary’s admiration for her superior. With every kiss, Rarity tasted Rainbow’s hot breaths, feeling the spice that was sweetened by her giddy outbursts. They made it all the more tantalizing to unleash and conquer such treasures.

Victory seemed within reach, as she could hear the bimbo’s squeals reaching new heights, now only able to call out “Miss Rarity” repeatedly. It gave the fashionista all the motivation she needed, and she called upon every reserve she had. Even Rainbow’s earrings seemed to glow brighter, to the point that they hurt to look at. Rainbow’s moans turned into cries, while Rarity herself growled until she ran out of breath. Pressure welled in her body, her mischievous vibe from before turning into a desperate struggle, though one which promised a climactic reward.

Finally, Rarity could feel the telltale outbursts and convulsions in her friend, and she would not miss a moment of it. She pulled Rainbow into one final, breathtaking kiss, while their thighs coiled together below, letting them grind into each other as they rode out the bimbo’s climax. Rarity herself managed to push herself into a modest release, though by this point it felt like she was squeezing the life out of herself.

The two of them collapsed against a nearby desk, with Rarity’s face buried in Rainbow’s generous mounds. She gave a muffled groan, gasping for breath and trying to regain her wits. She did it! She won! It took a lot of work, but it was more than worth it. And once Rainbow recovered as well, they could—

“Tee-hee, that was, like, really awesome, Miss Rarity~”

Rainbow’s words made Rarity’s heart skip a beat. She leaned back, staring wide-eyed at her friend, and was met with those big, pink eyes, the lashes fluttering innocently. By now, Rainbow was panting softly from their little ‘wrestling match’ moments ago, but it was nothing compared to how breathless Rarity was.

“So, meeting’s over?” the bimbo chirped. Pink-tipped fingers came up to brush aside one of Rarity’s now messy purple locks, and Rainbow leaned in to peck her on the lips. “Heh-heh… or do we, like, go over things one more time~?”

Rarity was left completely stunned, only her lips quivering from the smooch she just got. Impossible. This was insane! No way could she keep going with a partner like this! One more attempt, and she might die! Or, at the very least, she would pass out…

“Aww… is everything okay, Miss Rarity?” Rainbow’s big lips formed into a heart-melting pout.

Indeed, it might be lethal. Would she pass it up? Never.

The door to Silky Solutions opened with a soft jingle, and Satin heard the distinct clacking of high heels on the hardwood floor. Two pairs of heels, moving at a steady pace. It was a promising sign, no doubt the kind of customers who would browse a lot and buy in bulk.

“Welcome to Silky Solutions,” she began, emerging from behind the counter. “Please, have a look around, and let me know if… you…”

She trailed off, staring in awe at the new arrivals. One of them she recognized immediately – a repeat customer, after all – while the other was a slender woman wearing a simple, form-fitting business outfit. The way it showed off her curves made Satin feel like she was staring at an old movie cliche, with an eye candy secretary trailing behind her more modest superior. The storeowner cleared her throat, doing her best to

“Oh my, that’s… quite an outfit you’ve got there, Rainbow… Dash?”

Satin’s eyes widened as realization set in. Those distinct, bright locks, and the familiar color scheme of her clothes! There was no mistaking them! And yet, the young woman who entered her store was a world apart from the cocky athlete Satin would sometimes see jog past her store.

“Tee-hee, thanks!” Rainbow said. “Miss Rarity has such good taste.”

“Ah…” Satin turned to look at Rarity. Unnerving thoughts emerged in her head, but Satin quickly dismissed them as absurdity. “Ah! Yes, she… certainly does.”

Rarity beamed with pride, stepping up beside her friend. “Only the best for my beloved, talented assistant. Isn’t that right, Miss Dash?”

“Mhm~” Rainbow hugged her clipboard against her chest, pushing up her sizable mounds. “She’s, like, such a good boss. She even fucks a silly little secretary like me~”

Pride quickly turned into shock. “Miss Dash!” Rarity snapped. “Language!” Her cheeks burned as she looked at Satin, but the store owner seemed completely entranced by Miss Dash’s antics, thus the uncouth outburst was never brought up.

The rainbow-haired bimbo just giggled and sauntered off to organize some paperwork, while Rarity quickly took Satin aside to discuss ‘new fabrics’. Time and again, Satin would try to ask about her friend – particularly when Rainbow would chime in with another suggestive remark – and Rarity quickly changed the topic.

“But isn’t that…?” Satin felt increasingly awkward, even blushing as she tried to look at Rarity’s ‘employee’. “When did she… how… Rainbow Dash, are you—”

“A most valued helping hand,” Rarity said. “Exactly the kind I need to deal with the trials of fashion.”

Rainbow toyed with one of her bright locks, wrapping it around her finger. “Yeah, she like, put me through some trials last night too~”

“Miss Dash!”

Such antics went on until the duo finally took their leave, with more to come throughout their tour of the town, taking care of errands while introducing ‘Miss Dash’ to more and more dumbfounded residents. And while Rarity played up her ‘frustration’, it became difficult to hide the shudders of excitement she got each time the two of them made a scene. They walked side by side, her hips rubbing into Rainbow’s expanded rear, neither able to keep their hands to themselves.

They barely made it to the clothing store with any semblance of dignity. Rarity snatched up whatever item was within reach, just to have an excuse, and she all but shoved her assistant into the nearest fitting booth – though it may also have been Rainbow Dash dragging her. Before the first giggle fully left the bimbo’s delectable lips, Rarity pushed into them, growling as she tasted those warm breaths once more.

Their booth even had a stool. Perfect. She got to go first, of course, being the ‘boss’ and all, but a hushed promise of a ‘bonus’ for Rainbow’s ‘hard work’ was all the encouragement her secretary needed. Rarity sat down and spread her legs, while Rainbow sank to her knees. As the first wave of pleasure rode up the fashionista’s spine, she arched her back, moaning into her hand over her mouth, which was echoed by a purr against her slit.

They would get caught. It would be a complete scandal. It would absolutely ruin her, and her friends would be furious! And right now, Rarity couldn’t care less. She placed a hand on the bimbo’s head, gently but firmly pushing her deeper. A tongue joined those plump lips, and she found herself riding a rainbow highway to the heavens.

Author's Note

My most sincere apologies for taking so long with this chapter. I expected this one to be a lot shorter, but each scene felt like it needed more substance once I got to it, and some of the interactions were just too much fun to pass up.

Still, I'm confident that the later chapters can have a faster pace, as Rarity succumbs to her dirty desires and becomes a lot less hesitant about how she approaches her friends.

Part 3: Fluttershy

Rarity stared at herself in the mirror, her hands clenched into fists.

“Calm yourself,” she muttered. “A lady does not make rash decisions…”

Her hair was a tangled mess, she had a giant orange lipstick mark on her cheek, and several smaller pink ones trailed up her chest, visible through the torn remnants of her blouse. Her limbs trembled, both from fatigue and the afterglow of climactic experiences.

It was too much. One bimbo would be a handful already – in more than a few ways – but now she had two sex-brained beauties clinging to her. They demanded and competed for every minute of her waking life, and they even encroached on the ones she tried to spend asleep.

Miss Dash, while a fabulous assistant, had a habit of turning every business errand in town into a ‘one-to-one’ in the nearest secluded spot. Quite exhilarating, but not what one would call ‘productive’. As for Applejack, she made returning home a treat every single time, but Rarity was in no danger of being too spoiled by her housewife. Not when she’d have to spend the better part of the evening tending to Applejack’s seemingly endless desire for affection.

Any reasonable woman would see the writing on the wall. Rarity could hear her own voice in her head, nagging her, lecturing her about being ‘irresponsible’ and that all of this was bound to lead to disaster. And yet, the moment she took a deep breath and wiped away the storm clouds from her mind, she could feel it again. A deep, insidious lust, slowly slithering to the surface, adding a spark to her eyes and tugging on her lips to form an excited grin.

Rarity was immensely proud of her achievement. She could see her deepest, most scandalous fantasies manifest in such beauty and seemingly boundless energy. All the time she had spent making tacky dresses for uptight nobles now felt so trivial. And while high society would certainly frown on this new design, she could hardly care less. It was easy to ignore naysayers when she could surround herself with such gorgeous women to bury her in love and stimulation.

A noise from downstairs made Rarity flinch and suppress a yelp. Her cheeks flushed as a reflexive, warm tingle ran across her skin, where she could still feel phantom hands and lips trailing back and forth.

Her friends. That gave Rarity pause. In her pursuit of this vice, Rarity had not-so-kindly ‘volunteered’ two of them and subjected them to an experience she could not even imagine. She knew that someday, somehow, all of this would come to haunt her eventually. And looking at the circles under her eyes, she wondered if her comeuppance was happening already.

But the lustful spirit in her had already awakened, and the mere mental image of her gorgeous companions sent another intense tingle through her whole being. It was enough to make her crave more, washing away the troubling thoughts from her rational side. She could only imagine what kind of potential had yet to be unlocked in the rest of her friends, and the fun Rarity would have as she guided them into her world of pleasure. Ideas bounced around in her head, and she struggled to think of where she could even start.

She hummed thoughtfully and glanced out the window, where she caught a glimpse of yellow and pink moving down the street. Her smile widened, and after a quick wash and change of clothes, she hurried outside.

“Oh… my…”

Fluttershy looked around in panic, and she ducked behind a nearby stall. She hugged the post and peeked around it, biting her lip as she watched the scene unfold. The thin wooden pole she used for cover actually did not hide her at all, but she was in no danger of drawing too much attention either way.

No matter how much she blinked or rubbed her eyes, they did not lie. She was indeed looking at a tall, curvy woman in a skimpy outfit, drawing stares from all around as she sauntered through the market. She purred greetings to everyone she passed, and she made a show of turning back and forth, leaning in to examine wares, each pose highlighting her figure even more.

“Those are some fine melons, sugarcube,” she said, reaching out to caress some of the produce piled up before her. “Mmm, almost as good as mine~”

She winked at the man behind the stall, blowing him a kiss with her plump, orange lips. Her free hand cupped one of her massive breasts to bounce it a few times, setting off waves throughout her bust. The man’s jaw dropped, along with a whole box of the aforementioned melons falling out of his grip. It landed on his feet, but he did not even flinch, his eyes still glued to the mesmerizing motion of those tanned orbs.

“Applejack?” Fluttershy whispered. The buxom figure’s voice was all too familiar – though, like her clothes and figure, it had changed significantly, having a sensual undertone and a touch of vapid bliss. Even her characteristic drawl felt more exaggerated, more akin to a ‘rustic dame’ than a rugged farmhand.

Was this some kind of prank? She knew Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie liked to fool around, but they preferred more of a slapstick approach – something Fluttershy kindly asked them to spare her from, given the animals under her care. But Applejack? She would only do this kind of thing to make a point… and Fluttershy struggled to determine what it could be.

Maybe Applejack lost a bet? Another competition with Rainbow, and the loser had to dress up? Though, that wouldn’t explain the enormous curves – which Fluttershy herself found rather difficult to look away from. In fact, where was Rainbow Dash? One would expect her of all people to spend all day amusing herself with this spectacle. Why wasn’t she–

“Coming through~” A peppy voice rang out over the commotion, its tone familiar-yet-not-quite, sending another shiver through Fluttershy. “Heh-heh, sorry, gotta run. Super busy day and stuff~”

Turning around, Fluttershy saw a rainbow-headed figure weaving among bystanders, who were still petrified by Applejack’s scandalous shopping spree. They yelped and tumbled left and right as the woman pushed past them, ‘accidentally’ nudging them with her hips or stumbling into them chest-first, and she giggled as they tried to backpedal and apologize.

Fluttershy retreated into the gap between the stalls, hoping it would be enough to keep her unseen. She peeked around the corner, watching as the newcomer emerged from the crowd. Immediately, Fluttershy recognized the more slender, athletic figure, though it too had been enhanced by more prominent curves. More shocking was the change in her outfit - a tight-fitting blue miniskirt and matching high-heels, and a white shirt that left little to imagination.

Rainbow Dash licked her pink-glossed lips, her fingers toying with a strand of her colorful hair, most of which was tied into a neat bun instead of her usual messy look. Her other hand hugged a clipboard to her chest, pushing up her prominent bust. While not as massive as Applejack, her ‘growth’ still resulted in a stark enough contrast with the lithe sporty girl Fluttershy remembered.

The sexy secretary looked around, giggling at all the bystanders who were now captivated by her presence. After basking in their attention for a bit, she sauntered forth, her heels putting her in a hip-swaying gait that emphasized her figure even more.

Fluttershy watched in tense anticipation as the distance closed between the two bimbos. Finally, Rainbow’s airheaded stare landed on Applejack, and she gave a coo of delight, running up to her friend to give her a boob-squishing hug. AJ seemed just as excited at the encounter, and she upped the ante with a brief but sensual kiss on the lips. The two then began to prattle about their day, with no sign of amusement at the other’s expense.

Fluttershy blinked, and her expression shifted toward a frown. Something wasn’t right. It was hard to tell herself that, what with seeing her friends be so happy and carefree, but some deep instinct kept nagging at her. Holding her breath, she inched closer, trying to make out additional details. Quite a challenge, given all the blatant things she could look at.

As her gaze alternated between her bimbofied friends, she squinted, noticing a subtle pinkish tint to their eyes, which enhanced the vapid, blissful expression they both had. Even more strange were their accessories – Applejack’s pearl necklace and Rainbow Dash’s earrings. While no more or less gaudy than anything else the women wore, their presence in particular seemed unusual, sporting a pink shimmer that seemed to match their eyes.

“Good afternoon, Fluttershy~”

“Eep!” Fluttershy jumped in place, then turned into a little ball in the ground. One eye peeked out from under a curtain of pink locks, darting back and forth, until it finally landed on the figure looming over her.

“O-Oh…” She gave a deep sigh and straightened up, hugging herself. “Oh, it’s just you. Sorry Rarity, I was…”

“Nonsense, darling.” Rarity smiled and gave her friend a hug. “Is everything alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Fluttershy blinked, then glanced over her shoulder. “Well actually…”

“Hm?” Rarity’s eyes widened as she examined the scandalous scenes playing out. “Oh my~”

“Yeah…”

“Well now… our friends seem to have become a bit rowdy as of late.”

“I guess you could put it that way.”

Rarity waved it off. “Darling, this is really nothing to be alarmed about.” She smirked at Fluttershy, then glanced at the bimbos nearby. “Hm… dare I say, they look marvelous. Maybe it’s just their way of expressing themselves? I think there’s nothing wrong with that. Do you?”

Fluttershy gave Rarity a suspicious look. How could she, of all her friends, be taking this so lightly? And yet, seeing Rarity be so casual and supportive did make Fluttershy feel a bit awkward about her own reactions. Her friends looked so happy, and here she was, suspecting ‘foul play’?

“Um… yay?” She lifted her hands and gently waved them for emphasis.

Rarity chuckled. “There you go. Oh! Speaking of self-expression… might I ask you for a favor? I’ve been testing out a new fashion line: small, simple accessories. It’s bound to be a big trend this year!”

Fluttershy stared at the ground, still trying to process what was happening. “I don’t know, Rarity. Do you think this is the right time for fashion work?”

Rarity smiled, the look of which made Fluttershy flinch. She had seen that expression before, when the more ruthless residents of the Everfree eyed their prey. Come to think of it, the seamstress appeared a little tense, like she wasn’t getting enough sleep, and had to make up for it through sheer passion.

“It’s always the right time for fashion, darling~” Rarity purred.

She stepped back, humming thoughtfully while tapping her chin. Her eyes scanned her timid friend up and down, who shifted awkwardly in response. Of course, it was all a ruse – Rarity had already thought of the perfect accessory, but she didn’t want Fluttershy to suspect a premeditated scheme.

“Aha!” the fashionista exclaimed. She feigned excitement to mask her insidious joy as she dug into her bag. “I know just the thing!”

Fluttershy watched curiously as Rarity kept rummaging through her things, until she gave a triumphant smirk and retrieved the gift, holding it up for her friend to see. It appeared to be a simple wide bracelet, though instead of wood, it was made of a glossy teal-colored material.

“Do you see?” Rarity cooed. “It even matches your eyes.”

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at her friend, but eventually she reached out and took the item. She turned it back and forth in her hands a few times before trying it on. The bracelet was a tight fit, making her wiggle her fingers and palm until she could squeeze them through, but at last the smooth plastic managed to slide onto her wrist.

It was, for all intents and purposes, just a simple bracelet. Almost too simple, she was used to Rarity’s designs being all glitz and glamor. There was a strange tingle against her skin where it touched, prompting her to turn and wiggle it with her other hand. It seemed to help, and was a good way to distract herself, but the sensation never fully went away.

Fluttershy shook her head, realizing she had spent the better part of a minute fiddling with the bracelet, and she turned back to Rarity, who was watching her with intense curiosity.

“Well, what do you think?” the fashionista said.

“It’s… nice?” Fluttershy forced a smile. “Um… thank you?”

Rarity pouted in response. “Come on, darling. Be honest with me. Tell me how it helps you express yourself.”

“Well… I’m not really sure I want to express myself.” Fluttershy wiggled the trinket on her wrist again. “Also, you know… it’s just a bracelet.”

Rarity gasped. “Just a bracelet? Goodness, Fluttershy, I would never give you just a bracelet. There is so much more to it. It speaks of confidence! Pride! A desire to be noticed!”

“Right.” Fluttershy nodded, trying to feign the same enthusiasm. It didn’t seem to be enough. “I mean… I can give it a try, if that makes you happy?”

“Marvelous! Thank you so much, Fluttershy.” Rarity pulled her into another hug, this one being longer and tighter than before, and the timid girl could have sworn she heard her friend give a sensual hum. “Well, I best get going! Enjoy your day, darling~”

Rarity stepped back, waved, and sauntered off. Fluttershy gave a meek wave, muttering “bye” after her friend’s back was already turned. She prodded her new bracelet a few more times, then took a deep breath and looked around, trying to get her bearings. The crowd had since dispersed, and the two bimbos were long gone as well.

Fluttershy chewed on her lip as she emerged from her hiding spot. Her market errands long-forgotten, she wandered aimlessly while staring at the bracelet on her wrist, trying to think of the things Rarity mentioned. No matter how much she tried to picture all the lofty possibilities, it still just looked like a bracelet. A rather cheap one, in fact – she expected Rarity to go for something more extravagant.

“Hmf…” She frowned, feeling an unusual surge of vanity. “Does she think I’m not worth it?”

To be fair, her outfit may have left some things to be desired. A yellow sweater that was at least one size too big, an equally baggy pair of green trainer pants, and yellow crocs to match her sweater. Simple and practical, for sure, but hardly a ‘fashion statement’. And crocs! Oh, she had gotten off easy. On any other day, such footwear would earn her an hour-long lecture from her fashionista friend.

Did an ensemble like this really make it fair on her part to criticize the bracelet? If anything, it was at least something to talk about. She hummed and kept turning the smooth material on her wrist, finding the sensation addictive.

With the encounter still taking up her thoughts, Fluttershy left herself on autopilot, her feet carrying her to the destination of one of her errands. She did not even hesitate as she walked into the store, and only paused once she noticed the clerk staring at her. He gave a wide smile and leaned back, letting out a wolf-whistle as he looked her over – just like he did every single time she paid a visit.

He was a new hire – young man, no career ambitions beyond a quiet store in a sleepy town, spending most of his shift napping at his desk. The only ‘benefit’ he seemed to need from his job was the occasional customer who made for an enjoyable view.

“Why hello there, Miss,” he said. “What can I do for you today?” He noticed the trinket on her arm and let out another whistle. “Well I’ll be. New accessory?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Rarity said it’d freshen up my look.” She held the hand with the bracelet against her chest and sighed. “But I think it’s a little too flashy for me.”

“Flashy? Nah, I think it looks pretty. I always said you could try things like that, and…”

His words turned into white noise in Fluttershy’s ears, while her gaze dropped to the floor. There it was again. That strange sense of provocation. She could feel how the guy was just looking for excuses to keep chatting her up.

Her hands clenched at her sides, fingers clinging to the fabric of her sweater. On any other day, she would have found an excuse to slip away by now. Most people in town knew her as a doormat, and they weren’t wrong. She shifted her weight on her feet back and forth, rubbing her wrist as she felt an odd tingle on her skin.

Just this once, she did not feel like running away. No, she wanted to put this to the test. ‘Confidence’ and ‘pride’, just like Rarity said.

The young man’s eyes grew wide as Fluttershy walked up to the register, giving him a warm smile. She leaned onto the counter with her elbows, resting her head on her hands, which kept the bracelet in plain view.

“Oh? Do you mean that?” she said in her innocent, singsong voice.

“Ah… ahem…” He leaned back, almost falling off his chair. “Yeah, it l-looks, uh… pretty?“

Fluttershy giggled, which was but a hint of the giddiness she felt inside. No, it was more than an innocent bit of fun. She could feel a warm, dirty sensation pooling deep within.

She was toying with him, and she enjoyed every moment of it.

“Mhm? Pretty. You said that already. Anything else?”

Now her voice carried a little edge, the cutesy tone feeling like it mocked the young man’s apparent desire for sweet-talk.

“It’s… eh-heh-heh… I… um… anything else I can get you?”

“I haven’t bought anything yet,” Fluttershy said. “Why don’t I take a look around?”

“S-Sure…”

She sauntered off to the shelves nearby, taking her time to pick out her items. She even hummed a little tune, doing her best to hold back a grin as she imagined the clerk’s reaction. By the time she returned with a basket that was half-full, the man was bracing himself on the desk, cheeks bright red.

“I think I’ll go with this. How much?”

“F-F-Fifteen b-bits…”

Fluttershy pouted. “Really? For this much? I know I’m a returning customer, but–”

“Ten! No, er… twenty-five? Eleven? I dunno, I think… uh…”

He kept babbling, unable to even produce words as she approached the register, and finally he just tapped in some negligible amount to ring her up. She gave him a warm smile and retrieved her purse, then proceeded to spend a good amount of time counting out coins on her palm.

The display left him mesmerized, making her reach out to take his hand, pull it closer, and turn it palm upwards. With the same delicate grace, she dropped her money into it, one coin at a time. Her fingers caressed his own before she finally let go. Whimpering, he didn’t even bother to check the cash and just dumped it all in the register, his eyes still fixed on her.

“Thank you so much,” Fluttershy said, waving at him. “See you around~”

Before she even reached the exit, she heard a series of rapid footsteps, followed by a door slamming shut behind her. Though faint, she could hear the telltale muffled groans, which made a mischievous giggle bubble up from within.

“One down,” she said, drumming her fingers on her bracelet. “Where to next~?”

It was late afternoon by the time Fluttershy returned home, sighing in relief as she entered the warm interior of her cottage. She set down her bags with a satisfied huff.

She was still riding on the high of her little ‘shopping spree’, fueled by her new approach toward ‘negotiation’. Even now, she couldn’t help but giggle as she thought back on the vendors’ reactions to her attitude. Most were just confused, enough to agree to a discount. Some were outright annoyed, which only encouraged her to act more mischievous. But the real treat was seeing those who clearly struggled - face all flushed, sometimes even breaking a sweat. Fluttershy squirmed with delight, caressing her bracelet as it set off another tingle in her wrist.

“Okay, enough for one day,” she whispered to herself. Perhaps some tea would help wash it all down. She went through the motions of preparing the kettle and picking out her favorite blend, and once she had a warm mug in her embrace, she settled into her armchair and tried to get comfortable.

Still, there was one thing she couldn’t get out of her mind. The sight of Applejack and Rainbow Dash in those outfits, sporting such curves and wearing such lustful expressions. Before it was shocking, but now she found it strangely alluring. A small part of her was even jealous – sure, she could turn heads today, but could she even compare to those massive, gorgeous ladies who made such a scene in the market?

She fidgeted in her seat, brow furrowing as she closed her eyes. Those two things just left her restless – visualizing her bimbofied friends, and more than that, the intense effect they had on everyone around them. Fluttershy bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together, now thinking about that clerk she had fooled around with. Oh, to be so powerful for once, where a mere glance at her would make someone weak at the knees. No need to be a ‘doormat’, and instead everyone else would be stumbling over their words and–

There was a gentle tap on the door. “Ugh!” Fluttershy grimaced and rolled her eyes. Such a perfect moment, and someone had to ruin it. She set her mug aside and got up, then had to take a few deep breaths. Okay, calm down, she thought. This isn’t like you. Just go and answer it. Won’t take all day.

She smiled and shook her head, then headed over to her door to open it. “Oh… Rarity?”

“Good afternoon again, darling~” The fashionista waved with a wide smile. “I hope you don’t mind, I thought I’d pay you a visit~”

“Not at all, but… Did you want something?”

Rarity gave a brief pause, looking her over. Instinctively, Fluttershy crossed her arms. “Mm… maybe I do~”

“I’ll have to prepare dinner soon, so…”

Rarity chuckled. “Oh, no need to be so tense. I just brought you some clothes.”

“New fashion line?” Fluttershy had to force herself not to let any sarcasm slip into her voice. Why am I so impatient? she thought. She’s my friend. It’s a friendly visit. I’ll have time later to think about… all of that.

“You could say that.” Rarity stepped through the doorway as her friend moved aside. “How did you like my gift?”

Fluttershy rubbed at her wrist. “It’s… nice. I think it doesn’t really fit me though.” She watched Rarity as she spoke. Not quite enough feedback to satisfy, it seemed. “I mean, I think it’s actually a little too big. See?” She waved her arm, making a show of the bracelet wiggling on it.

Rarity pouted, reaching out to wiggle and adjust the bracelet for a few moments. “Oh, that’s quite alright, darling. I can fix that.”

Fluttershy hung her head. So much for her bracelet-free plans.

“So, how was your day?” Rarity said.

“It was okay. Not much happened.”

It was Rarity’s turn to cross her arms. “Mhm.”

“What?”

“Not even at the store?” Rarity fluttered her eyelashes. “Goodness, it must have been quite a scene. Took them half an hour to open again.”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but smirk, the memory still quite vivid in her head. And even now, that temptation of mischief made her act ‘innocent’, no matter how obvious it all was. “I have no idea what you mean.” She could hardly suppress a giggle. “The place seemed fine when I was there.”

“Indeed. But I saw you leave looking very pleased about something. And the clerk looked like he was ready to faint.”

“Well, I did a bit of shopping. And I guess I talked to the clerk too.”

“Oh, I bet you did.”

The two of them shared a laugh, after which Fluttershy sighed deeply to compose herself. “Rarity, what’s going on? Our friends are acting strange, and now you’re… I mean, I think we should at least talk to them. Or Twilight.”

Rarity held up a hand. “All in good time,” she said. “But first!”

Fluttershy tensed up. Though every fiber of her being rejected the idea, she couldn’t help but feel an instinctive dread that her friend was not acting in good faith. Worse, she may have somehow been involved. But how in the world was that even possible?

Inside, Rarity was hardly any more relaxed as she circled the timid girl. It felt so wrong, outright evil, to do such a thing to a delicate flower like Fluttershy. Even now, as Rarity could sense all the subtle hints, all the promising details that let her know she could craft another masterpiece, she could tell that her friend showed earnest concern, and that she would never go out of her way to act uncouth.

Rarity took a deep breath. She had to tap into every contentious memory shared with her friend – insults, remarks, or just frustrating behavior in general – to gather the motivation for her plan. Not that she held a grudge, far from it, and the dear girl would always more than make up for her behavior. But each time, if only for a moment or so, Rarity could not help but fantasize about some form of retribution.

Her smile grew as that vile passion overcame her misgivings. Yes, why hesitate? Why back out now? Fluttershy may be delicate, but she was no weakling, and it would be unfair to always treat her as one. She certainly did not stutter when she insulted Rarity’s fashion career, oh no. She had some very important opinions about that dress she got. As a gift, no less!

Rarity felt filthy, right down to her very soul, for what she had set her mind on. Oh, she knew exactly what she would do. If Fluttershy wanted to be ‘fashionable’, Rarity would not hold back. After all, isn’t that what friends are for?

“Relax, darling. I promise I’ll explain everything. Now, how about those clothes?”

Fluttershy sighed. “Fine, but please, let’s take this seriously. I’m worried about our friends.”

“Of course, of course. Now, take everything off.”

The timid girl reached under her sweater to pull it over her head. The baggy fabric revealed a more form-fitting shirt underneath, though still a far cry from anything ‘skimpy’. Even so, Fluttershy already felt like she may as well be ‘naked’, and even this minor effort seemed a bit daunting.

Then again, once the cool air touched her now more exposed arms, there was a subtle thrill to the whole thing. She was thinking of Applejack and Rainbow Dash again, hugging her sweater against her chest, while a lovely little tingle passed over her spine. Curiously, it seemed to run along her arm, all the way up to her new bracelet. She just about forgot that it was there, and now it seemed to–

“Everything, darling.” Rarity’s voice snapped her out of her fantasy.

“Huh? Really?”

Rarity nodded, hand on her hip. “Everything. I promise, it will be an experience.”

Fluttershy sighed and handed her sweater into her friend’s waiting arms. She then pulled off her shirt and reached back to unhook her bra as well. It all went a bit faster now. While a timid girl, she was comfortable enough being naked in front of her friends. Rarity in particular had put her through enough ‘dress rehearsals’ to make it feel almost natural.

Instead, as she glanced in the nearby mirror, watching the cups of the bra expose her chest, she couldn’t help but think of the scene at the market earlier that day once more. The sight of her joyful friends, sporting such gargantuan assets. Unwittingly, she brought her hands up to her breasts, feeling up their comparatively modest size.

All of a sudden, she felt a strange need, if not outright envy. She tried to imagine what it must be like, to have such wonderful pillows against one’s chest, to hold their pleasant weight. Of course, she dismissed such thoughts as harmless fantasies. She couldn’t imagine letting a crowd see her like that.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Huh?” Fluttershy giggled. “Sorry. I was just… thinking about the market.”

“Mhm. It was quite a view, wasn’t it?”

“I guess. I don’t know, I still think something’s… strange.”

“Really? Because our friends assert themselves?” It was Rarity’s turn to giggle. “I don’t think you’re a stranger to that, dear~”

“I don’t think I’ve ever walked around like that before.”

“Come now, darling. Let’s not kid ourselves. You are marvelous when you drop the facade.”

Fluttershy frowned. “My… facade?”

“Of course.” Rarity set the clothes aside and turned back to her friend, still wearing that smug grin. “Did you already forget ‘New Fluttershy’?”

In a rare display, Fluttershy huffed and tried to put on an intimidating glare – though the effect was somewhat diminished by her trying to hug her naked upper half. “Well that wasn’t my fault. You and Pinkie had a hand in that, you know…”

“We gave you a little nudge, but we weren’t the ones to invent her.” Rarity held out her hand for the bra in Fluttershy’s own. The girl just held it tighter against herself instead.

“Either way, I don’t want to be New Fluttershy.”

“No, of course not. You want to be something better, don’t you?”

“Better?” Fluttershy tensed up as she watched her friend saunter right up to her. “Rarity, what do you–”

“I understand perfectly, my dear,” Rarity purred in Fluttershy’s ear, sliding up behind her. “I know why the bracelet wouldn’t fit. It’s all because we haven’t tried fitting the rest of you.”

Her hands gently but firmly pried the bra out of Fluttershy’s grip and let it fall to the floor.

“I know you’ve been longing for this. To feel what it’s like to have such a beautiful figure, and the confidence to flaunt it to the whole world.”

Fluttershy mumbled as she felt Rarity take her hands, gently lifting them to her chest.

“Wouldn’t it be lovely? To have those mounds of pleasure, all day long, waiting for you to pleasure yourself.”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but fantasize from all the words, making her feel the phantom weight of those mounds on her chest. She imagined the movement of her sweater tickling areolae that were further out than she was used to. A bounce with every step she took.

“Oh my…”

Rarity let out another chuckle, this one more impish than any before. “Well, darling, you are fortunate. I have just the thing to make your wish come true~”

The fashionista reached into her bag, retrieving a pair of large, round gemstones. They were quite the rare find, and would make a pretty penny were she to incorporate them into one of her dresses. But at this moment, she knew of a far more valuable design where she could make use of them. She whispered the incantation while clutching the gems in her hands, and she could barely hold back a chuckle as she felt the hard stone soften against her fingers.

“Now, turn around for me, darling~”

“Huh?” Fluttershy stared at the objects in her friend’s hands. “But… what are those for?”

“All in good time, my dear~”

“Y-You said that before…” Fluttershy tiptoed in place, then slowly turned around. Still, she couldn’t help but try and glance over her shoulder.

“Now now, no peeking!” Rarity said.

Fluttershy huffed again, turning her gaze downward. Amidst all of this, that weird tingling on her wrist just would not stop. She shook her arm a bit, but the sensation persisted. She frowned at the pink object wrapped around her wrist, which now looked like it had a faint glow.

With all the commotion, she completely forgot that she was still wearing it. One would think Rarity would have noticed? Either way, Fluttershy really wished she could take it off so it would stop distracting her, and–

She gasped. It was glowing. Like a row of dominoes, shocking details fell into place. The accessories she saw on her friends. Their dramatic changes. The glow in their eyes. The strange new urges she felt. A voice worming in her ear, trying to convince her to ‘see the bright side’.

Rarity.

Fluttershy let out a tiny squeak, feeling something cold and squishy touch her modest bust from either side. Looking down, quivering all over, she saw those shiny globes in Rarity’s hands pressed against the underside of her breasts. From up close, they looked positively enormous, way too big for whatever Rarity intended to do… and Fluttershy did not dare to consider what that might be.

The seamstress’ fingers made gentle squeezing motions, teasing her further, and Fluttershy could hear her friend whispering something.

“R-Rarity… what are you–”

She gasped as the cold sensation focused into a strong pinch, spread out on a thin line under her breasts. Her skin felt strange, like invisible fingers were tugging along its surface in opposite directions, attempting to stretch it. Rather than just pull taut, however, Fluttershy felt a ‘seam’ forming where she felt the pinch, pried open by that strange force. There was a faint, wet noise, and the sensation of a semi-solid substance pushing into her body. Her limbs locked up, and she let out a low whimper, eyes wide from the intense surge of pressure under her skin.

“Shh~” Rarity cooed. “Just relax, dear. It will only take a moment~”

She watched in horror as the globes began to shrink between Rarity’s fingers, letting her push them further into Fluttershy’s chest. For a moment, she could see her skin ripple and start to expand, after which her eyes rolled back from the intense pressure.

“O-Oh my g-goodness…”

It was maddening, like something out of a dream. At any moment, she expected to wake up, and this feeling in her chest was just some bizarre thing her mind came up with.

The squishy substance sank further and further into her breasts, lifting her flesh from underneath. It felt so dense and cold, though maybe that was just in contrast to her body heating up all around it. At every moment, she knew this should not be possible. That it went against any reasonable limit of her body. And yet, all it took was another bit of pressure from Rarity’s hands, and the globes traveled further in.

Fluttershy’s mind reeled at the implications. What in the world was Rarity up to? Did she intend to stuff her like some kind of doll? Make her burst like a balloon? It certainly felt like she had hit a breaking point multiple times, and yet the stretching would always just barely keep up, leaving her with an otherworldly sensation that intensified seemingly into infinity.

Through all the sensations bombarding her, she could faintly make out the large masses as they pushed past a threshold. Rather than struggle to fit through the opening, they were now forced deeper in as that odd ‘seam’ began to close behind them. The feeling of swelling and stretching reached all new highs, making the poor girl weak at the knees.

“There we are,” Rarity said. “Goodness, they turned out better than I could have hoped. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do, darling. They did cost a fortune.” She reached in to fondle her friend’s breasts, just as the squishy mass within them began to settle in. “Mmm… worth every single bit, if you ask me~”

Fluttershy whimpered as her body was awash with intense stimulation. She could feel them. A distinct, gooey, heavy mass held snugly within her sensitive flesh, pushing it up to form a pair of firm globes. Their shape made it impossible to hide that they were unnatural, and the slightest motion made them bounce and jiggle. Her skin, meanwhile, experienced a constant, indescribable strain. It was not unpleasant, quite the opposite, even as it made her think her mounds could burst at any moment.

“O-Ohh gosh…” She couldn’t handle this! How was this possible? And how could it feel so good? Her panic clashed with the pleasure signals flooding her nerves from all over her body, especially her chest.

With a bit of gentle nudging, Rarity turned the two of them toward the mirror again. Fluttershy gave a low whine, her mind reeling in anticipation of what she would see. That is, if she managed to focus at all. What had been a mere fantasy before, she now felt it in vivid detail. She could even pinch herself and not wake up, though a more gentle squeeze turned out to be far more rewarding.

Fluttershy’s cheeks burned as her eyes beheld those giant orbs. Even her nipples looked bigger, like a pair of dark ‘islands’ on the bright celestial phenomena on her chest. She couldn’t imagine walking down the street without being noticed. And what would they think? Would they say…

“Fake,” Rarity said. “Just like you are, darling. A fake little damsel, under which you are hiding your true passion: being a seductive, spoiled, insidious whore.”

Rarity let the words spill out, her tone sinking toward insidious depths the more she spoke. She felt filthy. Absolutely vile. The fires of Tartarus consumed what was left of her conscience.

Was it cruel? Oh yes.

Would she regret it? Most certainly.

Was it too fun to pass up? Definitely.

And besides, Fluttershy was plenty strong enough to take this in stride. Why, she had no trouble conjuring up personalities that one time. Could anyone even know who the real Fluttershy was? Rarity certainly did not, but right now, she did not mind either. No, she was having the time of her life.

Her words clearly had an effect on Fluttershy. At first, her expression was that of horror, no doubt from hearing such vulgar things from her dear friend. But once those little nudges sent the girl’s mind down the tainted path, there was no turning back.

She stared at herself in the mirror, noticing the bright glow of the bracelet again. It was all too clear now, but like an avalanche, it was already too late to stop. She could feel Rarity’s magic and desires envelop her, seeping in and coating her all over, eager to mold her.

A warm surge passed through her body, slowly pooling within her chest and rear. Moments later, both began to expand right before her eyes. She gasped and groaned, feeling her hips become wider against a narrowing waist. Her breasts ballooned further outward, forming perfect orbs that none could ignore, least of all herself. Even now, Rarity’s words echoed in her mind. Fake. And as harsh as the word sounded, she felt a strange, enticing surge of pleasure as the thought lingered in her head.

She moaned as an intense tingling ran over her skin. She could see her natural tan darken slightly further, while specific regions began to lighten, both sensations feeling ecstatic. Soon enough, she had prominent tan lines around her hips, while her midriff and chest became pale flesh.

She squeaked as a faint tickle and pinch met her side, and as she wriggled in place, she revealed a trio of yellow butterflies now stamped on her hips. Rarity hummed with delight and reached down to caress Fluttershy’s bare thighs, which set off another wave of tingling. Looking down, she noticed the very substance of her skin had altered as well, becoming glossy smooth.

Just like a doll.

Dirty ideas and thoughts kept pressing against the walls of her mind. She knew where they came from, feeling a bit upset at their presence, but the waves of pleasure had already weakened her fortitude. She had a hard time telling apart her own thoughts from all the scandalous influences which dragged her into the depths. More and more, she grew familiar with the ‘role’ intended for her, and her mind gradually embraced it.

Fluttershy let out a low groan, catching a hint of pink appear in her eyes before they slipped shut. The last of her dread was washed away, and she let herself sink into bliss. The ‘waves’ changing her now moved unrestrained, flooding her with pleasure as they rushed all over her body. She pursed her lips, feeling pressure build under them, while a gentle but insistent squeeze spread to her cheeks. Her mind was flooded with fantasies – or were they memories? – of the dirty deeds her mouth was tailored to perform.

She felt a tug on her hair, the locks slowly rearranging themselves. Something weaved between them, and the feel of her strands became different as they brushed against her bare skin. Little tickles and pinches came and went on her face, around and over her eyes and her lips. She felt a brief snap on each of her ears, followed by a weight that felt oh-so-familiar.

Once the sensations faded, she slowly opened her eyes, staring into big pink pools surrounded by gorgeous, long lashes. Her luscious, fat pink lips seemed to pull her whole face into a permanent slutty pout, giving her an expression of lustful bliss. Her hair and skin were glossy and perfectly smooth, blatantly supernatural, the bright pink locks having an almost ‘synthetic’ feel. It was arranged into a large ponytail behind her back, with a large bang left to decorate her from the front.

Her hands came up, the tips of her fingers now enhanced with long pink nails, perfect to tickle and pinch herself. And she made sure to explore every inch, now that there was so much ‘ground’ to cover. Her chest, in particular, hosted magnificent orbs that seemed to defy gravity – though the moment she merely twitched, she could feel that electrifying tension that held that mass so proudly.

She moaned, squeezing her chest from either side. Her fingers sank into the firm orbs, making her aware of the substance that filled them from within. It felt all the more intense and thrilling. Fluttershy vaguely remembered what went through her mind before. Now there was a lot less going on. Less to distract her, that is. It was so much more pleasant to just focus on the pleasure in her body.

Only one thought remained clear. In fact, it fueled her lust. Before, she was jealous of her friends’ ‘new developments’ and all the attention they got. Now her fantasies were all around and even inside her, and a world of pleasure waited for her to explore it.

While Fluttershy moaned and fondled herself, Rarity did her best to keep up. She cooed to her friend, gently prying her hands away for just long enough to get her to slip into her new clothes. Gone were any bulky sweaters, pants, and especially the crocs. After a bit of nudging and tugging, she now wore a stretchy pair of green leggings that formed a ‘second skin’ over her legs, coupled with pink heels to give her the perfect hip-swaying gait. Her panties were carefully selected, with straps so thin they may as well be non-existent – and most importantly, not at all hiding the tan lines.

Little of her upper half was left to imagination – just a white shirt that barely stretched halfway over the newly-formed bimbo’s huge tits. And for good measure, Rarity even put ‘FAKE’ in big bold letters right across Fluttershy’s chest. Would be a shame if anyone had any doubt.

Fluttershy seemed to agree, giving a coo of delight as she stared at her reflection. She turned left and right, checking herself from every angle, her hands constantly fondling and groping herself through the fabrics. Already, Rarity could barely contain herself, hearing those delectable vapid squeals of pleasure.

“Mmm… omigawsh, Rarity!” Fluttershy giggled and bounced on her feet. “I love these so much~”

Rarity bit a finger to compose herself. “You do? Ahem… I’m really glad. Only the best for my friends~”

“Mmhmm.” Fluttershy just kept staring at the mirror, smirking with satisfaction as she bounced her boobs in her hands. “I never thought I could handle fake tits, but these are totally my style.” Even her speech had shifted slightly – having quite a bit more attitude, to put it mildly. “And I was afraid that, like, you wouldn’t know what’s trendy anymore.”

“Never have any doubt, darling.” Rarity paused, her smile fading. “Wait… what’s that about being trendy?” She turned to her friend, and her frown turned into a look of panic as she watched the bimbo advance upon her. It only just dawned on her how massive Fluttershy had become, especially with the heels, making her tower over the more modestly-proportioned seamstress.

“All those dresses and galas and stuff… finally you get me something really sexy.” Fluttershy brought up her hands to caress Rarity’s cheeks and began kissing along her neck. “Mm, I wanna just eat you up~”

The playful gesture was a lot less innocent than it seemed. The verbal quips made Rarity want to lash out, but instead she was ready to melt in the bimbo’s embrace, mumbling incoherently between big wet smooches on her cheeks and lips.

She was losing control rapidly. Where before she held Fluttershy like a delicate flower, now she found herself struggling as the bimbo kept gripping her wrists and wrapping strong arms and legs around her. And the moment Rarity tried to struggle, she’d get another kiss or a sneaky caress in a place she did not expect, throwing off her focus.

“Maybe one day you won’t dress as a retired schoolteacher,” Fluttershy said. A long-nailed finger slipped in through the front of Rarity’s pants, seeking the right spot between her thighs. “You could, like, learn to live a little~” Her girly voice had the most vile, insidious undertone. ‘New Fluttershy’ could not hold a candle to her.

Rarity whined, hardly able to form words, let alone a retort. Another finger wormed its way under her pants from around the back, trailing between her modest butt cheeks before it dug in, just as she finally managed to blurt out a response.

“...you bitch!”

Fluttershy pulled Rarity into another deep kiss, chewing on her tongue while her arms squeezed the lithe body of the fashionista into her huge mounds. She held Rarity there, tasting her desperate moans and feeling her squirm. Just before Rarity was about to collapse, Fluttershy broke the kiss and leaned back with a triumphant giggle.

“You know it!”

Rarity could not keep up any longer. Somewhere along the way, the world had turned upside down. Did she tumble over a chair? Or was this a bed? One of the animals’ cots? Her legs flailed before she felt those vicious hands pry them apart. A warm breath washed over the insides of her thighs. She heard her own voice pleading for mercy before something soft and wet pressed into her most sensitive spot.

It was a good thing the cottage was on the edge of town. Otherwise, many would be left to wonder what ‘wounded animal’ produced such sounds throughout the evening.

“Good afternoon,” the clerk muttered. He didn’t bother to look up. “How can I help you today?”

“Hiii~”

The voice made him twitch, and he slowly lifted his gaze. The newspaper fell out of his hands. “Oh… oh…”

The girl in front of him giggled at his reaction, and she lifted her arm, showing off her bright pink bracelet. “See my new knickknacks? It’s like, totally me. It goes super well with these titties Rarity bought me. She just loves to spoil her little slut.”

She bounced on her feet, making her large orbs jiggle for emphasis, and she cupped them from below with a moan of pleasure. The clerk’s eyes followed every motion, and he toppled over on his chair.

Meanwhile, Rarity stopped mid-yawn as Fluttershy’s words finally got through the haze of fatigue in her head, and she quickly approached the bimbo from behind, gently tapping her shoulder.

“Eh-heh-heh, um… Fluttershy darling? Perhaps we should show a bit of decency?”

“Okay, okay.” Fluttershy rolled her eyes and blew a kiss at the clerk. “You stay right there, little guy~” While playful on the surface, the gesture was more like a taunt, as though the ‘bubbly-brained’ girl were all too aware that she had the hapless young man wrapped around her finger.

Rarity quickly dragged her friend away, lest she get any further ideas. In her haste, she lost track of her surroundings and pushed the big bimbo breasts-first into another shopper. The woman nearly fell over, dropping her bags along the way, and she immediately began to curse at the duo.

Fluttershy brought up a finger against her thick lower lip. “Oopsie, hehe. Didn’t see ya there~” From the sound of it, she didn’t really care either.

“Watch where you’re going you… you… hrmph!”

“What?” Fluttershy stuck out her tongue, and she lifted her arms over her head in a drawn-out stretch, making her chest stand out even more. “You don’t like how fake I look? Who cares what you think?”

Panicking, Rarity quickly stepped between them, doing her best to explain things to the infuriated customer. Fluttershy did not seem to pick up on this, or perhaps she didn’t care, and just took the opportunity to fondle Rarity from behind, which made the peacekeeping effort all the more difficult. Fortunately, the woman seemed uninterested in Rarity’s excuses and simply stormed off.

“Fluttershy!” Rarity snapped. “You can not talk to people like that!”

In lieu of a reply, Fluttershy just pinched Rarity’s nipples through her blouse, and she giggled as the seamstress had to bite her tongue to avoid making an unladylike sound. She quickly wrestled free of the embrace and proceeded to drag Fluttershy among the shelves, hoping to get her shopping done before the next ‘incident’.

It was not an easy task. She only had a minute to browse freely before they descended into another round of tickling and fondling. The tall bimbo was insatiable, and Rarity counted her blessings that Fluttershy had not asserted her superior strength yet. Eventually, they made it back to the counter, bags in hand, and Rarity took a few deep breaths to compose herself, asking the clerk to ring them up.

“Aww~” Fluttershy’s big lips formed into a mind-melting pout, and she held up her own bag. “I mean, like, I was gonna offer a blowie for these. But you look like you won’t last three seconds.” She winked at the young man, then turned to Rarity. “What if I, like, did your shopping too?”

Rarity gasped. “Fluttershy, for heaven’s sake!”

“Whaaat?” Fluttershy stuck her tongue out. “Do you mean, like, you wanna go first?”

“Goodness, no!” Rarity’s eyes darted between her friend and the clerk, the latter of whom seemed just as overwhelmed as herself. He glanced at Rarity and held up his hands, his eyes already pleading for help.

The plastic bimbo giggled and licked her lips. “Don’t worry, old lady. You just go and, like, take a nap or something. I won’t take long~”

She sauntered around the counter, towering over the clerk as he mumbled incoherently. She pressed a long-nailed finger into his chest, pushing him back on his swivel chair until he was pinned against the wall. His legs trembled as she gently spread them apart, and she descended to her knees, cooing to him to ‘relax’, though she clearly enjoyed all of his squirming.

Rarity’s reflexes took over, and she rushed to the entrance to slam the doors shut. Her cheeks burned as she heard the first of the clerk’s desperate moans, combined with a rhythmic, wet smacking noise. Oh, this was going to be such a scandal. An absolute nightmare. The whole town would be up in arms!

And yet, underneath Rarity’s rational thoughts condemning her behavior, she felt a most vulgar thrill in her whole being. Fluttershy’s suggestion echoed in her head, forming lewd images in her mind’s eye, and a wave of warmth formed between Rarity’s legs, sliding right into her belly.

She looked out the glass, watching customers as they approached the entrance. Grinning, she turned the lock and flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’.

Yes, a scandal it shall be…