Expansion Erotics and Magical Maladies

Chapters

Chapter 1 Weight Gain
Chapter 2 Inflation - i) Gas
Chapter 2 Inflation - ii) Liquid
Chapter 2 Inflation - iii) Blueberry
Chapter 2 Inflation - iv) Slime
Chapter 3 - Expansion i) Breasts
Chapter 4 - Miscellaneous v) Impregnation via Changeling
Incident report #1
Unfortunate mishaps with a chance of kinks

Chapter 1 Weight Gain

Spike awoke, groaning as he blearily rubbed his eyes with the back of his claws. Groggily, he attempted to sit up, his claws digging into the rough ground. Finally blinking the rest of the sleep out of his eyes, he took stock of where he was. “Whoa! Is this somedragons hoard?” Currently, the drake was laying upon a massive pile of gemstones. His own scaly, durable body prevented him from the sharp, pointed edges that had formed his impromptu bed.

“Is this a dream? Whatever spell Twilight did must have done something…” Though, as he passed through the stones, he could feel how jagged and pointy the edges where, as well as the smooth faces. “But I can feel it all, I can smell it.” He picked one up, biting into it. “Taste it too… maybe it was some weird teleportation spell.”

Ahead of him, was a small pile of gems, forming a hillock of sparkling, multicoloured material. Everywhere he looked, piles of them were stretching out. In one direction, a literal mountain of the stuff stretched into the sky, a sky which seemed to glint unnaturally. “If that’s the sky, and I’m in the open, then unless this is some rich, careless dragon.” He grinned, grabbing a fistful of the beautifully cut stones. “It’s all mine!”

As he stared at the small collection he held, a low, grumbling pain bubbled in his stomach. “Man, I’m hungry. I guess a couple wouldn’t hurt whilst I look for Twilight.” Bringing them up, he stuffed them in his mouth. Crunching through them, his eyes dilated, a sudden burst of flavours erupting. Swallowing, he rubbed his gut. “Oh my… those gems are incredible! I gotta have a few more…” Reaching out, his claws encircled another shimmering pile, stuffing it into his mouth, rapidly crushing them down.

As he continued his snack, that was progressing into a meal, his hunger seemed to grow, instead of sate. Regardless of how many hundreds of bits worth of precious stones he crammed into his mouth, the more he needed. Spike at this point was completely focused upon filling his gut, that he didn’t notice the other changes affecting him. Upon hitting his stomach, the masticated mass of gem dust rapidly digested, processed by his body unnaturally quickly. With the sudden influx of energy, it had only one place to go.

If he were in the right state of mind, he would have noticed his pot belly seemed wider than usual. Inch by inch, it began to pooch out further, sagging down onto his thighs as it continued to enlarge. Behind him, his butt began to take some of the brunt of the expansion, each cheek swelling out, pushing his tail up as they did so. His chest, one that he fantasised about being composed out of pure muscle, instead formed rounded lumps, developing into a pair of moobs. Still he ploughed on, doggedly determined to end the now roaring hunger raging beneath the bulk of his swollen gut. If he were of sound mind, he would have realised that he had devoured more than his body weight in gems. He didn’t even notice how his arms bulked out as flab swaddled and coated them in heavy sleeves that sloshed with each grab he made towards the gem mound.

As his ass ballooned, his tail became a target for excess weight, gradually turning it into a conical mound, rolls pinching around his spikes. This was a trait shared by his back flab, slabs of which grew out, partially covering his folded wings. And yet, despite his rising weight, he was utterly entranced by hunger. Despite how sluggish he was becoming, how his peripheral vision seemed to shrink, and how wobbly he became, none of these mattered to him. A strong addiction had gripped him, both in his need for more, and the constant hunger pangs that befell the now obese drake. Legs that were once flexible had been devoured and turned into tree trunk thick columns, which pressed together to the point the purple drake had to waddle to get at the piles of crunchy, delectable minerals.

Reaching down, he suddenly encountered a problem. Between the colossal folded belly that now touched the ground, his basketball like moobs, and his inflexible legs, he couldn’t reach out far enough to grab at the hoard. “Nnnnrgghhh… More! I need more!” He shouted out, his voice distinctly lower pitched as he managed to grab only couple of rubies and onyx. As if hearing him, a few white, ethereal looking shapes appeared. As they drew closer to the morbidly obese drake, they morphed into hands, taking massive handfuls of the treasure.

The tunnel-visioned dragon only realised they were there when one of them held out a palm directly under his face. His anger dissolved, replaced by elation, as he allowed the appendage to tip them straight into his gob. Only a few managed to get into his mouth, the rest falling, impacting upon the rolling landscape of blubber that composed Spike. As he stood there, letting the spectres funnel more calories into him, the sheer mass of himself had tired him out. Hundreds of pounds of sagging, oozing purple and green flesh and scales were dragging him down. With one final shifting, he sat down upon his beanbag like butt, effectively immobilising him.

Forming a chain, they funnelled as much as they could into him, continuing to envelope his entire body in layers upon layers of soft, undulating lard. From morbidly obese, he turned into a blob of draconic pudge, his belly now dwarfing carts in terms of sheer width and length. His butt had followed suit, becoming more and more like a built-in mattress, than a piece of anatomy. His legs and arms were beyond useless, each joint being swallowed up by the tide of flab, eventually hiding his feet and claws from view, turning into more storage space for fat than useful appendages they had once been. His tail was partially sunken into his ass crack, it’s sleekness engulfed and turned into more of a wide fleshy stump in comparison to the rest of him.

Spike's wings had vanished, the culprit being a pillow-like fold that blanketed it. A precession of back flab worked it’s way up to his head, partially merging with his collar of neck blubber, a collar which had merged with his chins and jowls. Heavy dangling moobs flopped lazily on his chest and belly, each would have been roughly beach ball in size, if not for the sheer weight of them forcing the malleable blubber into more ovoid shapes. And yet, he still sat there, his vision being cut off by the swell of his face cheeks, not caring that he had transitioned into a piece of furniture, rather than a noble, powerful dragon. He couldn’t move his arms, or his legs. The only thing he could do was chew, swallow, and blink, in between his deep, lisping rumbles for more food. Whilst most of the hands grabbed gems, some hovered around, massaging and rubbing his immense form, giving immense rolls hefty slaps that undulated the gelatinous mass.

As he passed 5 tons of pure draconic flab, looking more like a mass of rolling purple flesh than a living creature, only one thing was on his mind. “More!”

Chapter 2 Inflation - i) Gas

Rainbow awoke, a pounding headache causing her to clutch her head before the events that transpired came rushing back to her. Springing to her hooves, she glanced around her new surroundings. It looked like the middle of some grassy plain, almost featureless apart from some boulders embedded into the ground a couple of feet in front of her. Continuing to search, she found nothing. No pony, or dragon, was anywhere nearby. “Fluttershy! Twilight! Applejack! Anypony, hello!” she called out. The only noise that returned to her was that of rusting grass, the long stalks swaying in a mild wind.

“Damn it Twilight, why did you have to cast that stupid spell of yours?” She grumbled, kicking a loose pebble a short distance ahead of herself. Taking a small breath, she looked around once more, her eyes flicking skywards. Above her, were many clouds. Flitting between them, was a couple of small shapes, which looked equine in shape, though due to the distance, it was hard to tell. “Ah yes! Civilisation! I’ll just go up there and ask where the hay I am, then I’ll find my friends!”

Nodding to herself, she crouched down, ready to launch herself into the great blue expanse. Simultaneously, she jumped, whilst pumping her wings to achieve maximum launch velocity. It was a move she had practiced for years upon years, virtually muscle memory at this point. Reaching up, she flapped as hard as possible, ready to be carried off into the air. This was suddenly cut short, as the prismatic Pegasus landed square on her stomach, knocking the wind out of herself.

Jolting up, clutching her lungs, she could barely shout out several cusses, in between wheezes as she attempted to get her breath back. The instant Rainbow did, she pumped her wings as hard as possible, the air becoming turbulent from the downdraft. And yet, the harder and harder she tried, the less she felt she was moving. Hovering a scant meter or so over the ground, she gave up, landing on her hooves this time. She panted and breathed, sweat trickling across her body. “What the hay is going on? Why can’t I fly!” She glanced up again, those Pegasi above having no such issues flying. Although, it seems that her shouting and mad flapping had drawn their attention, as several of their number approached her.

“Great, just great. Not only did I suck, but the locals saw it too. What are they going to think when they see a Wonderbolt sucking even more than a foal at flying?” Sulking, she waited for those Pegasi to come down. As they drew closer, she noticed something, off, about them. They all seemed to be the same dull shade of white, every part of them. From their manes to their hooves. Secondly, their ‘wings’ lazily flapped, wings which seemed to be a solid mass, rather than made rows of feathers. Before she could question anything else, they landed next to her. Her voice caught in her throat, as she stared wide eyed at the not-Pegasi. Blank faces, partially transparent bodies, a slight glow around their edges. The creatures surrounded her. “What do you want, you creeps?” She shouted, preparing to possibly tussle with these things.

They said nothing, before one of their number brought out an object. A metal cylinder, around a meter tall, with a rubber hose attached to the nozzle, where a comically large valve was located. As one, they moved, quick as lighting they seized Rainbow, one holding each leg. “Gughhh!! Let me go!” To her credit, she did try to flight back, her strong limbs attempting to lash out to kick and punch the monstrous apparitions. And yet, nothing. She could have sworn she bucked on right in the head, only for it to continue gripping her leg. The last creature took the tube, shoving it between Rainbow’s lips. Before she could spit it out, a white glowing band was fastened around the back of her head, locking it in place.

As soon as this was done, the valve was turned, hissing gas flowing down the pipe and into the Pegasus. “Mmmph, mmmpph mmmmmph!!” She shouted the best she could, as the rush of gas built up. Already, she could feel her normally concave belly begin to swell outwards. Almost as if she was a party balloon. Larger and larger her stomach grew, rounding outwards, the swelling extending further up her front, to the point her entire torso was beginning to round out. Larger and larger, she felt the gas start to find other places to fill.

Her butt was the next victim. Each cheek starting to rapidly puff up like airbags, her cutie marks expanding to cover the much greater canvas size that they were getting forced onto. Already, her body looked severely swollen. Her belly resembled a beach ball, her bottom following suit. Again, her body looked for more places to fill with the abundance of gas. Her forelegs and thighs were the next targets, quickly dwarfing her hooves, which were beginning to suck into the greater mass of her inflating limbs. Her face cheeks puffed up, as excess gas that wasn’t forced down her throat found it’s way there, tennis ball sized lumps developing.

From there, it got progressively worse for the speedster turned dirigible. The endless tank had put her body under such stress that her legs could no longer bend, pressure forcing them to remain spread eagle. Her chest and belly, the largest parts of her, were rivalling carts for sheer magnitude. Almost like a rubber ring, her chest expansion ringed around her back, forming a cyan coloured tire, a tire which was beginning to swell around her head, trapping the back of her mane. Similarly, her tail was nought but a piece of decoration atop the boulder sized globes that her flanks had blimped up to. Her cutie mark was over double her old height, every second continuing to expand it further towards billboard size.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the feeling of her body reaching such excessive sizes. Every moment her limbs turned more and more into pool toy-esque shapes, wider and wider, but still being firmly gripped by the creatures. The only other part of her that remained normal were her wings, which were still folded on her immensely wide back, partially sunken into her expanse. Eventually, she could feel herself begin to rise. The low density gas finally had enough to begin lifting her swollen form off terra firma, the squashed grass beginning to spring back upwards. As she gained altitude, the creatures continued to hover around her, now having let go of her useless limbs.

They prodded and poked at her, letting out noises which could be interpreted as that of laughter. The only other one that didn’t was the one holding the canister, still blankly staring at her, as her entire form creaked and groaned from the excess pressure. Rising further towards the clouds above, the last thing Rainbow saw before she finally passed out from the intense sensation was a cloud of the creatures moving towards her in a locust like swarm, wondering where her friends were.

Chapter 2 Inflation - ii) Liquid

The sun beat down it’s intense rays across the desert. Scraggy bushes sprouted from the sand in irregular places across the vast, dust blown basin, eking out a living amongst the vast emptiness of the place. Well, empty aside from the great buttes that sprouted out of the brown-yellow sand, the sheer sided cliffs stretching high into the sky. These vast mesas provided some much-needed shade from the lowering sun. Some shade was exactly what one individual needed.

Applejack was currently padding her way through the sand and grit. Sweat ran down her entire form, dust coating her hooves and legs. “Consarn it, why the hay was I sent here!” She muttered out loud, trying to keep herself somewhat engaged from the monotonous, hot conditions. “When ah find Twilight, I’m gonna rattle her ears for this! One minute, your having a drink with ya friends, then next you’re in the middle of nowhere somewhere in southern Equestria!” Grumbling she attempted to wad up some spit. What happened instead was her coughing dryly, her mouth bone dry.

“Could really do with some water ‘bout now, hasn’t been a drop in miles.” Panting, she willed herself to carry on, the prospect of her friends and family keeping her ticking over, even as water levels continued to dwindle. Even the wind wasn’t much help, blasting her with boiling air, mixed with rough grit that would nearly blow her hat off. “I tell ya what… I’d give my right leg to have just a drop of cider right about now.” She glanced around, almost expecting somepony to appear with a hacksaw to lop her limp off. But no, no one was there. Sighing wearily, she marched onwards, determined to get out.

For 3 more hours she trekked. Passing vast gravel pits, complexes of hoodoo’s and numerous skeletons of some unfortunate creatures, her resolve was gradually sapped. It was a battle of will’s to even place a single hoof in front of the other, her head starting to pound from dehydration. Stumbling, she felt her strength begin to leave her. Desperately fighting to keep moving, she collapsed into a shaded ditch, her coat being dusted with another helping of dust and sand. She lay there, vision swimming from the impact, taking ragged breaths. Gazing across the still dozens of miles of wasteland, Applejack lay exhausted, resigning herself to what she believed would be her last moments.

She was so delirious, she could swear she could see the form of a large wagon, being pulled by a pair of white stallions through the dust. “Hehe… good one brain… nice dream ya got there.” But as it drew closer, she could hear the wheels bumping and bouncing off stones and ditches. No sounds of clopping hooves, but the covered wagon continued on it’s merry way, heading towards her. Sitting there in disbelief, she could see another one a few hundred meters behind the first, and shortly thereafter, another one. Laughing weakly, the minutes passed, until they had reached her. Still unsure if what she was seeing was reality or fiction, the white stallions unhitched themselves from the wagon, one moving over to her, whilst the other walked into the wagon.

Reaching out a hoof, he carefully grabbed her. The instant he did so, Applejack could feel her exhaustion and her weariness evaporate. Still unbelievably thirsty, swiped a hoof across her forehead, sweat wicking away. “Ah… thank ya… kind stranger… If you hadn’t come along I’d be a goner for sure.” Glancing back up at him, she finally got a good look at his face, a face which wasn’t even there. Like somepony had erased the eyes and mouth of a drawing, he blankly faced her, as the second, identical creature joined her. Now the cover was exposed, the Apple mare could finally see the contents. A huge tank, with a stylised apple slice stencilled on the metal. In his hoof, a tube, with an amber liquid dripping from the end, which looked surprising like, “Is… is that cider?” It nodded, offering her the end.

Without any other though, she rammed the end into her muzzle, greedily slurping down the nectar. Guzzling down mouthful after mouthful, she didn’t could hardly stop herself, so intent on quenching her thirst. Quickly, her belly was full of the golden, tart liquid. Still though, she felt parched, so she continued to drink. No matter how many pulls she took, the Earth pony was still thirsty. By now, the procession had pulled up. More white, faceless stallions, each with a Stetson the same colour as the rest of their bodies. White, with an almost ethereal transparency and glow. Quickly, they attached some piping, feeding their tanks into the one Applejack continued to drink from.

Her body was suffering from her continual sucking. Her belly was like a balloon, packed with fluid. Behind her, her butt was taking in the influx of liquid, the apples on her cutie mark swelling to double their size as her body struggled to contain the deluge of cider. Larger and larger she grew, still content to drink from the huge tanks, draining their goods directly into the sloshy orange mare.

Her gut, swollen so large, piled up between her legs, providing Applejack with her own built in water bed. Speaking of legs, those well toned limbs took on fluid, rounding outwards as the liquid searched for more places to fill. “Mmmmppph, mmmmmm.” Applejack moaned between hearty gulps. Whilst she was still thirsty, she was most certainly comfortable now, the sheer size of her tummy pressing her limbs so far apart that they were forced to rest upon the swell of her gut, a shelf like slab forming as it splayed out like a water balloon. What’s more, was that this was some of the best cider she had ever tasted! She couldn’t help but guzzle down more, even as she began to spread across the sandy ground.

Each ass cheek looked like a deflated medicine ball, her belly more like a weather balloon, her inflating limbs now resting upon the swell, unable to physically reach the ground from the magnitude of her expansion. A high pitched, metallic squeak was heard, as one of the spectral creatures opened the valve even wider, a sudden rush of cider powering down the thoroughly bloated mare. Several the stallions were prodding and poking at, sloshing the immense bulk she had retained, sending great ripples of motion throughout her entire form. Her disproportionately tiny tail was trapped between the rounded mass of her bottom, a few stray hairs poking up from the cavernous ass crack.

Now larger than the wagons, she resembled a great deflated blimp than she did a pony, let alone an organism of any description. Gurgling and glorping, her waterbed of a figure soaked up the harsh rays of the sun, her sensitive stretched skin constantly sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Every gust of wind, every touch by the creatures, every wobbling jolt filled her overwhelmed brain. Between each swallow, she was virtually moaning the entire time, her eyes starting to roll back in ecstasy. Still, she expanded, her belly alone being now twice the mares’ old height, despite how far apart it had squished outwards.

Her thoughts of finding her friends were drowned out by the sparks of pleasure rocking her mind, just as yet more sweet, sweet apple cider cascaded into her. She didn’t even notice a number of other wagons trundling towards her, each and everyone loaded with a vast tank, all with the same symbol painted onto them. Beneath the falling sun, the orange blob was content to be pumped larger and larger, her head and hooves starting to be sucked into the vast girth of her body.

Letting out one last pleasured moan, she closed her eyes, content to keep drinking and keep quenching her persistent, perpetual thirst.

Chapter 2 Inflation - iii) Blueberry

“Wheeeee, this place is super duper cool!” A loud, joyful voice rang through what appeared to be a factory complex. The owner of the voice, Pinkie Pie, was currently pronking her way through colourfully decorated hallways, the air thick with the smell of sugar and chocolate, intermingled with more mechanical undertones. A few minutes ago, Pinkie had woken up in a field that was made entirely from various pieces of candy, all painstakingly placed in such a way to give the illusion that every tree, rock and even blades of grass were made from something at least edible. After having a couple bites, she found that she was nice and full, taking the opportunity to explore the seemingly empty facility.

Following a river composed from melted chocolate that had multiple gummy crocodiles enhabiting the water, she explored numerous rooms, most filled with a menagerie of machinery that she barely understood, only that it made some pretty great tasting treats. Pinkie didn’t really question much, like, why was she alone in such a massive place, full of running machines, how did she get here in the first place, and why was she dressed in an odd purple outfit? Well, she did question the last part, opting to remove it on the grounds that it was ‘too cliché’. Regardless, she kept up her exploring, hoping to find any trace of her friends somewhere, and to see what whacky new candy she could replicate back home.

Turning the corner, she came to a wide entrance, with bold lettering appearing at the top. “Oooh, I wonder what they got in the Experimental Room? They just gotta have all the good stuff back here!” virtually skipping into the room, she couldn’t help but notice the bright, colourful aesthetic bleed away, replaced by a more serious, industrial feel. The general, over the top machines were still present, but they lacked the spirals, pinwheels and borderline garish paintjobs present across the other rooms. Still, the place was alive with activity. Bubbling steam, loud whistles and some sort of twanging sound all composed the white noise of the area.

One device, however, caught the earth pony’s attention. Sitting on a small tray was a long stick of chewing gum, a deep blue in colour, like that of, I don’t know, a Blackberry. “What’s this?” She murmured, trotting up to the dish. Picking it up, she turned it over, giving it a tentative sniff. She had a quick look over the machine, looking for a sign explaining why it was ‘experimental’. “Eh, if it were bad for you, why would they put it in a candy factory?” Smiling at her logic, she popped it into her mouth, chewing the strip. “Mmmmmm, oh thish is shoooo gooood!” she exclaimed, her mouth filling up with delightfully sweet blueberry flavoured juice. Gulping it down, she kept chewing the stick, yet another mouthful of the spontaneous juice filling her mouth and cheeks.

Chewing and chewing, swallowing and swallowing, her belly was positively full of the juice, to the point that she was feeling full. Giving the stick one last chew, she spat it out. “Wowee, now that is some potent stuff, now I see why it’s experimental…” she trailed off, catching her reflection in the gleaming steel of the machine. Squinting at it, she noticed that her normally pink body had some odd stains on it. Around her face, she noted it had taken on a deep shade of purple. “Oh, so that’s why it’s experimental too, they need to work on those side effects.”

As she finished speaking, her belly let out a low gurgle. Glancing down, she noted her swollen belly was, well, even more swollen. “Uh oh…” Second by second, she could feel the juice inside her seeming to increase in volume. Tinged the same deep purple, the colour was spreading throughout her form, radiating out from her belly. As her legs were tinted that same infectious tincture, she could feel her belly pressing strongly into those same limbs, pressing them apart as her stomach demanded more and more room, escalating it’s expansion. As Pinkie glanced back at her reflection, she could see the colour had spread her mane, dulling the cotton candy pink hair to a violet.

Pressing a hoof into the mass of gut, she could feel the sloshing juices pressing back, her hoof being forced back by the continuous growth. Suddenly, she felt something cold press into her gut. She couldn’t see it, but she could give a good guess to what it was smooshing into. “Come on, please stop, I don’t want to get too big!” she mumbled out, somewhat overwhelmed by the feeling of her body literally blowing up like a water balloon. The growth continued unabated, looking for more room to occupy. Her butt became the next target, rounding out similarly to her gut.

Waddling pathetically, she managed to hobble to the rough centre of the room. It was mostly clear of machines and had a significantly high roof. Several gantries and catwalks were positioned overhead, which Pinkie could swear was making rattling noises, almost like somepony was using them. Just as she was about to call out, her hooves left the ground. The growth of her belly and butt together had an interesting effect. Instead of compartmentalising her expansion, the two almost seemed to fuse as one, her body becoming spherical rather than saggy. In addition to this, her fore and rear legs were fighting a losing battle, the immense swell of her body overtaking them, sucking them into her sides.

Looking more like one of her super-sized fun balloons than a pony, only a few features identified her as being a pony, such as the tips of her hooves, sticking out of sunken divots in her side. Her tail was another, along with her stretched cutie mark, the balloons having inherited the same dark blue tint as the rest of her form. Lastly, her head poked up, her cheeks having swollen out slightly on her worried face. All she could see was the immense curve of her body, her neck unable to rotate even slightly. She couldn’t even look up to see the forms of multiple pony-like creatures looking down from the walkways at her ridiculous form. All she heard were distorted gurgling laughter, and the humming of some sort of tune.

One by one, they hopped down, landing silently all around her, though she did catch sight of them. Vaguely pony shaped, some with horns, some with wings, all without a face and tinted white. “H…hey. Could you help me? I made a bit of a mistake and I was hoping you could stop me from turning into a ginormous ball?” She asked them, hopeful that these workers would assist her. No one responded, continuing to either stand there in silence, or make small laughing noise, whilst continuing their discordant humming.

Having reached the size of a small hot air balloon, Pinkie suddenly felt dozens of pairs of hooves pressing into one of her sides. A final figure dropped down from the catwalk, landing on top of Pinkie's belly/neck area. As a team, they began to push, resulting in the transformed berrified Earth pony’s vision suddenly descending towards the floor. The creature on her top was seemingly balancing, akin to a clown balancing atop a ball at a circus, except the exhibit was a rather oversized mare, her head rolling down to meet the floor. Impacting it, she hardly felt a thing, her body having swelled up to the point her head and sank deep into her form. She then rose again, the dozens of hooves guiding her like a bowling ball as her head came back up to meet the balancing creature once more.

Embarassed, her ears full of deep roiling gurgles and sloshes whilst she was being taken away by several unknown individuals, the berry pony could only hope the rest of her friends were doing well, wherever they were.

Chapter 2 Inflation - iv) Slime

“My Celestia… this place is simply exquisite!” Currently making her way up a vast flight of steps, Rarity attempted to maintain her composure, surrounded by the gargantuan structure she had found herself sprawling across. Initially, it reminded her of Somnambulan architecture, given the pyramid that jutted up from the seemingly endless desert and it’s dunes. But this utterly dwarfed the pyramids she had seen. Stretching a good hundred meters into the empty blue expanse, the immense sandstone and limestone cladding reflecting the powerful rays of the boiling sun.

Another distinct feature of the pyramid was its frankly alien design elements and statues. Sphinxes, with ape-like heads were lined up towards the grand staircase, a staircase that was flanked by two even larger sphinxes. These were acting as arm rests for the colossal statue that sat above them, the stairs leading to a gap between his legs. The figure’s head was grotesque, it’s apeish features distorted. It’s eye sockets appeared to be hollow, apart from baleful blue flame that flickered deep in the recesses. It’s snout/nose appeared to have been squashed against it’s face, nostrils becoming wide caves, just above the glowering mouth, the corners of it downturned slightly.

To it’s left and right, two jackal headed creatures, seemingly possessing an upright, slim apes body, stood guard, silently watching over the sunbleached land. The raised edges of the pyramid had been engraved with a myriad of symbols, their meaning lost to the bewildered unicorn, who noted another strange thing. Every figure, regardless of animal, all wore headresses, detailed with bands gold and turquoise, giving them each a commanding authority. The largest statue wore the most elaborate one, a cobra curving it’s way around the head of the statue, rising above towards a pair of giant wings, made from turquoise and cardinal. The whole thing was incredibly humbling for the mare, as she continued to climb higher and higher, taking a glance behind.

Below, she could see large pools of water, surrounded by olive, date and palm trees, fed by cascades of water from the sphinx’s middle. The higher she climbed, the more desolate the world seemed. Dunes spread as far as she could see, the horizon obscured by a haze and dust. Shaking her head, she was sure she could get help in this place. Afterall, the sheer amount of work needed to make this would have been monumental, especially given the running water. If she could find them, she was sure she could find her friends, wherever she was…

Ascending the final few steps, her legs burning slightly from the sheer height Rarity had climbed, she found herself presented with a simple room. Across the walls, a myriad of paintings decorated each side. All were stylized with the ape like bodies, some with the heads of various reptiles, birds and mammals. More of the symbols were carved beneath, suggesting that they were some sort of writing. In the centre of the room, was a vast coffin, gilded with a myriad of precious stones and metals. Right at the back, was a throne, facing out of the door, towards the desert beyond. Now out of the blistering heat, the alabaster unicorn picked her way across the room, trotting towards the immense seat. “I say… whoever lives here really knows how to live well, I doubt Spikey could dig up even a tiny fraction of this in a few weeks.”

Approaching the empty throne, it was decorated and carved with the same care and expertise as the rest of the pyramid. The same winged snake was at the top, curving it’s emerald encrusted body down, intercepting stylized eyes, and multiple crosses, with a loop replacing the top arm. She remembered it being called an Ankh, a symbol for life, and death. “Considering that coffin, I think this is more death than life at this point…” She murmured, noticing other carvings of scarabs, crooks and flails. Running a hoof across the gorgeous work, she looked at the seat itself, a small smile growing on her muzzle. “One small sit down couldn’t hurt? Could it?” shrugging, she climbed onto it, taller than a typical equine seat or throne.

“Oh my… this is certainly exciting, I just wish the others could see me now…” the unicorn allowed a smile to grace her features, placing her hooves onto the arm rests, surveying the room from the admittedly hard seat. Running her hooves across the engravings and gilding, she marveled at it’s construction, ringing around more of the beatles, pressing into the gems. A sharp clunk suddenly rang out of the quiet, startling her as she raised her hoof in a panic. Indeed, on the right side, one of the scarabs had been depressed like a button.

“Oh no…” was all she managed to say as the seat bottom suddenly retracted, Rarity plummeting down into darkness. Now free falling, she let out a shrill shriek, limbs flailing though the abyss. She could hardly make out the shape of the tunnel currently ferrying her down into the bowels of the structure, though she caught sight of small, green glowing pin pricks that looked distinctly like feline eyes, peering out of the gloom. Eventually, her back made contact with a smooth wall that began to flatten out. A couple meters further, and she was ejected off the edge, screaming as could make out the shimmering, ground moving towards her. With a distinct smack, she impacted the surprisingly soft floor.

Groggily, she got to her hooves. “Ooohhh, why do these places like to have unnecessary traps? I feel like I'm in one of Rainbow’s Daring Do novels.” Looking around, she appeared to be in a large boxy room. Lighting her horn, she allowed her light blue aura to illuminate the area. Testing the ground, she found the slab was made of stone, which had been engraved with rows upon rows of sigils. “Must be some sort of softening spell…” Glancing around, the unicorn noticed it was mostly formed out of a long stone walkway, a doorway at the far end. The sides, however, were filled with liquid. Two long trenches ran parallel, large stone faucets or channels hanging overhead, allowing a thick, viscous substance to dribble into the greater mass.

“How odd.” she murmured, reaching a hoof out to touch it. As she did so, she felt how heavy the substance was. Around the same consistency as treacle, but without the stickiness. Mostly odourless, with a very slight sweet aroma to it. Satisfied with her investigation, she pulled her hoof out. Except she couldn’t, as she looked in horror as some sort of tentacle had wrapped around her leg. “Let me go!” she hissed, giving the gunk some strong tugs. But despite how hard she tried to resist, it refused to let go. Then another tendril seized her back legs, squeezing them together. Losing her balance, she staggered briefly, before toppling over on her side, her horn cutting out as she lost concentration.

“Get off! Get off me this instanGUURRGGHH!!!” She was cut off, as a gelatinous strand pushed into her mouth, muffling her outburst. Moments later, bulges of the liquid began to flow up, depositing the ooze into her gut. A moment later, she let out another squeak, as another tentacle shoved it’s way up her plot hole, forcing the slime in through her back passage. With the ooze filling her from both ends, she continued to let out groans as more and more flowed into her.

Her gut took the initial brunt of the sentient slime, her trim, societally accepticle middle instantly ruined as litres worth sloshed around inside her. More pieces of the mass began to seize her limbs, pinning her down to allow the filling to continue unabated. Already a basketball sized barrel had developed, squishing into the stone floor. Panicked, she looked around for something that could get her out. She attempted to light her horn a second time, able to watch with horror as the entirety of the pools seemed to be oozing onto the path, moving towards her. Eyes flicking to the side, she saw more statues, glaring at her in an almost mocking way, the pale, spectral white eyes all looking at her.

A moment later, another blob of ooze gripped her horn, forcing it to fizzle out. In near complete darkness, her body kept expanding. Her stomach was twice as wide as it once was, showing no signs of stopping, as she progressed into looking more like a marshmallowy lump with each deposit of gunk forced down her throat and ass. Pretty soon, her butt was eager to join in the expansion, the gunk forcing its way into her once trim, toned glutes and rump. All the while, Rarity was surrounded by constant noise. The slithering, audible wet slapping as the bulk rose up and out, the groaning and blorping of her belly and her own gasps and pants.

Belly as large as a beachball, it had begun to push her upwards, allowing her bottom to grow outwards, wide as a pair of prize winning pumpkins. The mass forced more and more down both of her ends, distorting her further under the deluge of slime. Gone was the lady-like fashionista. There was only the sloshing, ovoid lump that only minutes before, didn;t resemble an immense deflated parade balloon. Pushing past the colossal mounds her ass had been forced into, the ooze was fully intent on draining the entire room, hundreds of cubic meters of gunk forced into the now boulder sized mare, easily wider than a mattress.

All around, Rarity could feel her over stretched skin getting ever wider, moaning in despair as she imagined how garish she looked, how utterly deformed her cutie mark had become. Tears rolled down her cheeks, rolling around her bloated cheeks, and onto her expanded neck. It wasn’t fair, she would have wailed, her hooves becoming sucked into divots in her side as her legs widened, turning into just another place to store the mass of ooze. More tentacles curled around her bulk, caressing and sliding around, drawing deep moans from the slime tank of a mare. Trapped in a seemingly endless expansion, she hoped beyond all hope that her friends hadn’t been caught up in the same cruel fate.

Chapter 3 - Expansion i) Breasts

A large, luminescent moon hung in a deep black, cloudless sky, casting a pale light upon the ground below. A cool, rasping wind, blew through a small embankment, the thick bushes rustling and shaking in the gust. This embankment lay at the side of a stream, meandering its way through the rock and mud of the channel, winding past a myriad of trees that stretched high into the sky, creating a wide canopy that kept the undergrowth in near constant darkness.Through these bushes, a slender, mud spattered yellow limb pushed through, scrabbling to haul herself up from the small cliff.

Fluttershy was utterly terrified. First, she had been sucked into a book, and the next thing she knew, she was in the depths of some forest. A forest that was seemingly devoid of any animals. It was such an eerie experience, such a dense, lush habitat, without any birds, reptiles or mammals. She hadn’t even seen any insects buzzing around or crawling up the trunks of any of the wide, somewhat twisted trees. “It’ll be OK… just… keep walking and we’ll find our way out…” the mare whispered to herself, trying to break the white noise that the wind and the crunching of leaves underhoof provided.

The wind picked up briefly, howling and shrieking, sending a chill through the mare as she buried her face in her mane. Still though, she carried on, hoping to find something that would help her. Pushing through another clump of overgrowth, catching multiple thorns and leaves in her mane and tail, she glanced up, finding herself in a clearing. There were no trees for several meters upon a piece of raised ground, which seemed to be blanketed in a thick layer of knee high bushes, so dense that she could barely see the ground below.

Trotting forwards, she glanced up, looking at the barren moon, hoping that she could find something to get her out of the endless miles of forest. But whatever happened she could… “Ouch!” Fluttershy lept forwards, a sudden jolt of pain rushing from her leg. Stumbling forward, she managed to clear the brush, now in a flat plain, composed of mostly bare rock and small grasses. Looking down, she spotted a small barb sticking out of her leg. Pulling it out with a swift yank, cringing after another jolt of pain, she lifted it up.

Distinctly plant-like, it had a needle thin point, with a pair of round fruits at either side, the skin of which was deflated. “I...i was injected? Was it… poison?” Throwing the barb to the side, she looked around, hoping she would find somewhere to go in these desolate woods. Huffing, she had no choice but to continue, noting that the sting seemed to have gone away. Thankful that she didn’t have to hobble around alone, but still worried what might happen, she crossed the open field, disappearing back into the woods.

Keeping her eyes peeled to make sure she could find anything, Fluttershy became increasingly aware of an odd rubbing feeling between her legs, like something was smacking into the front of them. Putting it down to feeling tired, she ignored it, unaware of the changes being inflicted upon her. Expecting some awful poison, instead she had been injected by a very curious piece of flora. As soon as it had entered her blood stream, the injected chemicals actually had a more, interesting effect, rather than simply paralyzing her organs or destroying her cells, instead it made some other biological changes.

This had caused the mares teats, which up to this point were unnoticeable, to start to undergo a biological shift. Once the chemical reached them, they started to grow rapidly. Every step she took, the tennis ball sized teats would collide together and against her back legs, with every moment only increasing the sensation, the growth unabated.

“Why is walking becoming so hard?” Fluttershy mumbled, stepping over a fallen log. “Must be the poison from that plant. Stupid me, why did I just wonder into there?” Berating herself, she continued to ignore the sloshing pair, now just shy of volleyballs by size, though not as round. In addition to the new size, milk had formed too, just on the cusp of being audible from every hoof step taken. Moment by moment, second by second, her pace slowed down, breasts so hefty that pushing past them every step had become a chore.

“For crying out loud, why am I so…” she glanced back, taking a moment to process what was happening to her. Bulging out from between the sides of her belly, each tipped with a thick nipple, she gazed at her new milkbags. “Wuhhh… wah?” She attempted to speak, so dumbfounded by the oddity. Slowly, she made her way over to a log, sitting down, now fully aware of the sloshing, jiggling blobs dangling below her. Planting her yellow bottom onto the fallen tree, she took stock of her new assets. Each larger than bowling balls, and each feeling as heavy, the pair filled her lap, forcing her to spread her legs apart to give them more space.

“Where did these come from… I didn’t think teats could get this… big.” She blushed, reaching her hoof out and caressing one of the milky orbs. “Oh my… it’s so heavy… and squishy.” Resting against it, she could physically feel her hoof being pushed back, centimetre by centimetre as the growth continued unabated. “And they’re getting bigger still!” She could do little but watch, as they ballooned larger than soccer balls, more and more lactate filling a pair of ovoid masses the size of her head.

Carefully, she attempted to get to her hooves, watching in a mix of pleasure and shock as they filled the gap between her legs, touching both front and hind legs, squishing around her limbs. Attempting to take a step was immensely difficult, her hind leg slapping into her breast, jostling and wobbling them, causing her to gasp, letting out a moan. A burst of lust flooded into her mind, just as those pendulous orbs began to graze the ground, with each exaggerated slosh. Realising that any form of locomotion was becoming very difficult, she shuffled back towards the log, sitting again.

“Huff… nffff… oh my… there sooooo heavy… ha… makes it hard to keep balance.” Indeed, just sitting was becoming rapidly more difficult, simply due to the humongous counterweight currently being pulled down by the intense force of gravity. A problem that was somewhat remedied when they became firmly planted on the forest floor. Their continued march to become as large as the creature they were attached to went unabated, as her breasts squished out like water balloons, her fat nipples pressed outwards, thin beads of white fluid leaking from them.

Immobilised by her own breasts, she was forced to sit there, every minute that passed adding more mass to her monumental mammaries. And every moment was pleasure, her stretched skin incredibly sensitive to each poke and jostle, letting out spurts of milk every time. Unable to do anything but allow herself to take up more and more room, each boob easily more massive than the butter yellow mare's entire body. Legs spattered in mud, mane and tail full of twigs, leaves and other forest detritus, and the largest pair of breasts ever witnessed that rivalled adult bears for their size, she could only wonder what odd pleasures her friends were experiencing.

Chapter 4 - Miscellaneous v) Impregnation via Changeling

Author's Note

If the title wasn't obvious, some stuff involving Changeling rape will be occuring. If that isn't your thing, then I suggest skipping this chapter.

Chapter 4 - Miscellaneous v) Impregnation via Changeling

Twilight Sparkle was a mare who enjoyed control over a situation. Be it her organisational skills that bordered on obsessive, or her desire to correct things when an activity got out off hoof, she loved to feel like she had the power to positively influence her fate. And yet, she had no such luck at the moment. From the moment she had woken up, pure panic set in. For starters, she was underground, long cave walls stretching around her in a rough circular shape with only small pinpricks of light picking out alcoves in the gloom. Surprisingly enough, it was warm, not as cold as she was expecting. However, that didn’t help the fact that something else was worrying her a hell of a lot more.

Thick resinous globs had been slapped onto her hooves, pinning her to the wall, whilst smaller globs gummed her wings together, and another coated the entirety of her horn. Trying to push magic through was futile, the gunk seemingly leeching the magic off with ease. Her attempts to physically remove herself had also been met with failure, the material much too strong to break with no leverage. But what was even more concerning was the noise. Through the rock and carried through the air, the sound of buzzing, chittering and other insect like noises were carried to her.

Then the sound of hooves came. In the centre of the room, a spiral staircase had been chiselled out of the rock. Stronger lights came from them, which were being blocked, silhouettes being cast on the ground. Twilight already had an inkling of what was imprisoning her but didn’t want to admit it to herself. Sure enough though, she saw long, black, gangly legs emerge, pock marked with holes, followed by shorter pairs, but no less hole filled. The body, gaunt with a band of colour wrapping around, a shaggy beaten pair of wings attached to her back. Lastly, the head emerged, twisting around and fixing Twilight with a deep, predatory glare, it’s slit like pupils drilling into Twilight’s own. Between a swamp green mane, a long keratinous spike jutted upwards, cruelly pointed and sharpened.

Behind it, two shorter versions of the creature stopped at the base of the stairs, standing guard as they waited for their charge to approach the imprisoned Alicorn. “C…changelings…” She stuttered out, gulping down a wad of saliva as it continued to close the distance in an unfortunate amount of time. Clearly a Queen, but not Chrysalis, Twilight noted, given the different mane style, and the position of her holes. Even so, she was no less intimidating as she finally came up close to Twilight, giving her a smile that seemed to be a mixture of both motherly and malicious happiness.

“Who are you, Immph!” Twilight was cut off, as the Changeling pressed her hoof to the mare’s lips, silencing her.

“Shhhhh… don’t speak now. Broodmare’s don’t talk.” She hissed out, the double tone of her emphasising the dismissal. Twilight was confused, not exactly sure what to make of the creatures proclaiming. It came soon enough, however, as Twilight caught the scent of something musky in the air. Just a small whiff made her mind fog ever so slightly, as she watched in a mix of horror, fascination and mild arousal as a long phallic object slid out under the Queen's barrel, luminous green liquid dripping from the tip.

Trotting up to her, the Queen was scant millimeters from Twilight’s face as she braced herself against the wall, the tip of her shaft plunging into Twilight’s vagina. A loud moan ripped itself from her lips as her virgin folds pushed apart, allowing the foreign apparatus to enter. Unaccustomed to the feeling, Twilight’s eyes rolled back, her body unable to move from the intense feeling. The Changeling slid in and out, her powerful thighs allowing her to slam her ovipositor into the alicorn pussy, hammering it over and over, both parties giving lustful moans from the contact. Despite how utterly wrong this was, Twilight’s mind burned with pleasure, unable to comprehend anything other than how the insectoid ravaged her body.

She could feel herself coming close to a climax, every pump of the Changeling’s Queens apparatus stimulating her. It didn’t help that the Queen was secreting chemicals, that were being absorbed into Twilight’s vaginal walls, modifying and inserting chemicals and proteins into the alicorn, designed to make the sex all the more stimulating, and to prepare her for the next step. “Hnff… aahhhh… ooooooh… I’m… so… close… guahhh…” She wheezed, only somewhat audible over the wet slapping and the Queens own bellows and groans from the amorous interaction.

“Gooooooddd… now cum for me Alicorn!” A few more pounds later, Twilight couldn’t hold it. Letting out a small squeal, a burst of cum leaked from her folds, her eyes rolling even further back, whilst her mouth hung wide open. A moment later, the Queen burst, letting out a scream of pure pleasure, which sounded horrifying from the duel tones it produced. “Mmmmm… take my eggs Princess… take then all…” Instead of cumming in one quick burst like an Equine, the Changeling took things differently.

Starting to come off her high, another jolt of pleasure struck the mare, her vag being stretched even wider as the Queens ovipositor swelled, depositing her load right into Twilight’s womb. “uuuhhhh… nooooo…” Twilight mumbled, hardly able to speak. But there was nothing she could so. Every second, an egg was pushed into the alicorn. One egg became two, two became four and four became eight as more and more of the insectoid’s offspring were forced directly into Twilight.

“There's… not… enough… room… nnnnghhhaaa” Twilight cried out, still being stimulated as her lust remained high, but not high enough to not realise the situation she was in. Her hooves clenched, feeling her belly push outwards, stretching to accommodate the rising number of the Changelings unborn. From her flat belly, she was already looking like she was 9 months pregnant. “Mmmmm, don’t worry about that my dear… oohh… my secretions should give you the… ahhh… elasticity you need to bear all my young.”

Twilight, if she was in the right state of mind, would have objected. However, given that her faintly green glowing belly was continuing to expand, and her mind was awash with chemical bliss, she could hardly complain. On and on, the ovipositor pulsated, deposing another into this broodmare, who was already bearing several dozen of the unmatured young.

Now surpassing a beach ball, her stretched, elasticated skin sent even more bolts of pleasure up to her overtaxed brain. At this point, the Queen had shifted her position, no longer able to stand from the sheer vastness of Twilights belly, which was as large as an entire pony, sagging forward and now just inches away from the floor. The Changeling gripped Twilight, holding her tightly as she let the last few of her clutch disappear into the bloated ovoid of glowing skin. With a satisfied gasp, the Queen finally pulled out with a slick pop, followed by a small flood of vaginal fluid and various Changeling secretions, eventually stopping. Pulling herself back up to her hooves, the Queen surveyed her handywork.

What once was a trim, virgin pony princess, had been distorted into nothing more than a glorified incubation chamber, with a hormone sloshed creature attached. Hundreds of eggs now resided within the alicorn, ready to be infused with her powerful latent magic. “Ahhh… you did well Princess, I’m so very glad you came along, our numbers were rather low, and your power will ensure the next generation of drones are strong.” Giving Twilight one last smile, the Changeling turned around, marching up the stairs, followed by her guard’s moments later.

Unable to do anything, Twilight looked down the best she could, watching the mound of purple that stretched out ahead of her, touching the ground, even from her standing position. Overwhelmed by lust and fatigue, the alicorn let her eyes droop, falling into a daze, white light seemingly consuming her vision.

Incident report #1

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Unfortunate mishaps with a chance of kinks

It was a pleasant evening in the small resort town of Saddleborough, located in the Grittish Isles. A light sea breeze blew in from the harbour, where a few pleasure vessels and fishing boats docked side by side, lightly rolling on the waves that lapped against the piers. The cawing of seagulls whooped and cheered, the volume of them rising and falling akin to the waves lapping in and out on the sandy shore. Celestia’s sun hung low in the sky, casting a wonderful orange light across the town, reflecting off the water as locals and tourists pottered around, enjoying themselves in the last moments before sundown.

Fillies and colts giggled as they splashed in the sand and water, their sticks of rock candy laying on beach towels or held by their parents, covered in various pieces of holiday paraphernalia. Restaurants had influxes of hungry ponies, looking to get a pleasant evening meal at the many assorted places. Many of them sat outside to enjoy their drinks and food, sitting on balconies or gardens, enjoying the variety of dishes available.

However, one group was currently not tucking into any sort of meal, waiting patiently at an eatery adorned with a large wooden sign, proudly proclaiming ‘Ancient Mariner Fish Bar’. The group consisted of a number of mares, and one young dragon, currently sat around a circular table. Sipping at various drinks, occasionally glancing at their laminated menu’s, they were killing time, waiting for the arrival of one of their group.

“Oh, come on, how the hay is she late! I don’t think it’s possible for her to be off schedule!” A huffing blue Pegasus sat in her chair, forelegs crossed in a huff, her rear legs tapping at the wooden decking beneath her.

“Ah, don’t ya worry sugarcube, I’m sure she’ll be here any minute now… though ah do admit it is odd for her to be this late.” An orange Earth Pony, gradually making her way through a large pint glass, filled with bubbling cider. “’sides, we haven’t talked about what everypony else did today… well, except you Rainbow.”

“Of course, I’d tell everypony about how I thrashed you at volleyball, swimming races and surfing!” Rainbow gloated, a smirk forming on Applejack’s mouth.

“Yeah... but did you also tell them how ah whooped ya at the strongmare contest, wrestling and ma team beat ya in water polo.” Rainbow’s smile shrank a little at her friends’ words.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I just loved checking out all the darling little shops across the promenade. I admit, some of them were a little tacky, but some of those shops had such unique ideas! Enough I dare say to start an entire new line of dresses at the boutique!” An alabaster coloured unicorn piped up, managing to prevent Rainbow and Applejack from bickering about athletics. “I must say, but those swimsuits they have here are simply delightful, I’ll have to make my own… say Fluttershy, you wouldn’t mind trying on some later on?” The unicorn glanced across at a butter coloured Pegasus, currently half obscured by her menu.

“If you want, I’d be happy to help.”

“I’d love that dear. Say… what did you do Fluttershy, I haven’t seen hide, nor hair of you since the morning?” Fluttershy blushed in return awkwardly flicking the pages idly with her hooves.

“They have such a nice Aquarium here. They had so many types of fish and other sea life I couldn’t help but watch them all day… sorry, if you were worried or anything…” She hastily added at the end, Rarity giving her a warm smile at the end.

“Oh, that’s quite alright. As long as you had something you enjoyed doing, I’m quite alright with it.”

“Oooooh… oooooh, can you guess what I did today?” The last pony, a pink earth pony with a cotton candy like mane piped up, a wide grin plastered across her muzzle.

“Nope. Haven’t got a clue Pinkie.” Rainbow deadpanned, waiting for the mass of random activities she went and got up to.

“Hehe, well for starters I went and had a look at all the different party supply shops, to see if they had any special, amazing stuff I didn’t know about.”

“And?” Applejack questioned.

“Nothing new. So then after that, I went around and had a look at all the sweet shops they had. I swear they have some of the weirdest candy I’ve ever seen. Then I had a boat ride to the carnival on the pier, spent about three hours, twenty seven minutes riding all the rides, plus a few repeat rides, plus getting snacks, then I had a nice walk all the way here!”

“Huh… that’s pretty good Pinkie!” A more male sounding voice piped up, coming from the drake, who was busy working his way through a glass of cola.

“And what did my little Spikey Wikey get up to today?”

Spike shrugged, placing a small stuffed toy on the table from a tiny bag he carried. “I kinda blew loads of money on the arcades. I tell you; those claw machines are a scam, they eat bits like noponies business! I spent 30 bits on play tokens, and all I got was this crummy knockoff Power ponies plush.” He grumbled, tapping a claw against the wood of the table.

“Aww… I’m sorry to hear that Spikey…” Rarity gave him a sympathetic look, placing a hoof on his hand, causing the dragon to perk up slightly.

“Yeah, I should have stayed with Twilight, at least I wouldn’t have wasted all my bits. Speaking of Twilight, where in Celestia’s name is she? I’m pretty hungry for some fish and chips right about now.” As if by (figurative) magic, a sudden staccato of hooves pounding on cobbles drew their attention towards the noise. Darting between tables and patrons alike, a purple alicorn suddenly appeared, her head whipping left and right, until she caught sight of her friends.

Skidding to a halt by the table, the six were left looking at the mare, sweat rolling down her face, body and legs, her wing unfurled slightly and hanging limply by her side. Slung across her was a pair of saddlebags, large rectangular bulges betraying their hidden cargo. Panting, she wrapped the bags in her magical aura, before lifting them off, dumping them on the table, before plopping herself on her rump on the free seat.

“So, Twilight, we were just talking about you. Do you mind telling us where you’ve been all time, we were getting a bit worried?” Rarity finally broke the white noise of the alicorn's heavy breathing. Nodding slowly, Twilight cleared her throat, flipping open the saddlebags.

“I… phew… was just looking around some of the shops after checking out the local museum… and there was this little antique bookstore, and you know what I’m like with books?” Several murmurs of confirmation, some more sarcastic than others. “Well, this had some of the most amazing finds I’ve ever seen… Everything from rare spell books, to very niche historical topics, to some really interesting psychology books.”

“So, lemme get this straight. You’re late because ya found some real good books?” Applejack piped up, her expression halfway between amused and annoyed.

“Hehe… yeah. Sorry everypony, I just let time slip by me. But I guarantee you it was worth it; I mean just look at this one!” From the bags, she pulled up a leather-bound tome, the edges partially dog-eared and the paper having turned a rather interesting shade of yellow-brown. In bold black lettering, was the title ‘Experimentals, a collection of miscellaneous spells for indeterminate purposes.’

“Yes, Twilight, it looks very fascinating, but what exactly is worth it about that smelly old book?” Rarity questioned, giving the ancient, neglected piece a similar look to the one reserved for detritus on the bottom of her hoof.

“You see, it has some amazing spells in here. You know that one time that we got sucked into Spikes comic, right? Well, there is one listed that has very similar properties.” Quickly she flipped to the page, holding the spell book aloft in her magic as she re-read the text. At the same time, a few brave individuals at the table decided to have a look at the alicorns' other purchases. Most were, what Rainbow Dash would call, a ‘Snorefest’. Very specialised books about very specialised topics that went into mind numbing detail about things like ‘Early industrial mechanical development’ and ‘Piddocks, boring or hiding something more?’.

“Hey Twilight, what’s this one?” Pinkie grabbed a book that was in slightly better condition, though better was something of a stretch. It was relatively better looking, even with the ragged spine and washed out cover, entitled ‘Expansion, everything you wanted to know about fetishising large equines.’ . Twilight looked up at the book, half acknowledging it, before her eyes shot open. A sudden wave of panic shot through her, as she attempted to hide it.

Instead, with her horn already lit and the fact she mind had been committed to learning the spell. Her reaction was one of pure instinct, as she let off a sudden burst of magic, slamming into the book Pinkie has been innocently holding up. The party mare recoiled back from the shot, dropping the tome into the centre of the table.

“Twilight! What the hay was that!” Rainbow shouted out. “Pinkie only asked a question!”

“I… I’m sorry. I’m exhausted from having to book it over here, and… what is it Fluttershy?” Twilight watched as the buttery mare pointed at the book, which had flipped over onto its back. It opened, emitting a bright white light that near blinded the group as they shielded their eyes the best they could. Other patrons were looking around, if they hadn’t already been disturbed by the shouting, watching as the intensity of the streams of light grew. Suddenly, the six ponies and one drake found a socket wrenchingly strong pull exacted upon them.

Like a black hole, except it wasn’t black and light was indeed escaping from it, it began to drag them into the leather and paper confines of the hardback, each letting out a mix of cries of distress and surprise as against their will, one by one they vanished. Spike first, followed by Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack. Rarity screamed bloody murder as she was enveloped, a more muted response coming from Fluttershy. Pumping her wings, Twilight was the last one to leave the Ancient Mariner Fish Bar, tumbling head over fetlock as her body was sucked into the white void. With a sound that like a bubble popping, the glow stopped, now replaced by text and illustrations, illustrations that looked very familiar.

As patrons and staff gathered around in a panic, they were blissfully unaware of what was occurring within the pages of that softly glowing book.