Author's Note

Well, at least my convalescence from recent nasal and sinus surgery was useful for something, though it took me a few days to get enough libido back afterwards to be able to work on clop. I’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially given I had a horrible time to start trying to figure out what Rainbow’s powers and source of them would be.

You should know what to expect by now, so this content warning is simply a formality:

Chapter contains: Involuntary magic-caused nudity and accidental exhibitionism, tons of initially non-consensual tentacle sex, breast expansion and other forms of body growth, tentacle sex-caused transformation into a goddess form, repeated accidental undressing of Rainbow’s parents and Scootaloo (who, like the rest of the human CMC, are assumed to be of age), implied action between the latter, tons or oral, vaginal and anal penetration, ridiculously over-the-top multiple penetrations of the latter two, and worst of all, a rather shameless reference at the end to my Feathered Hearts story series.

One final disclaimer: You are reminded that for purposes of this story, the human CMC including Scootaloo are of age, going through school only a year behind their nineteen-year old big sisters. That out of the way, nothing left to say except thanks go to my usual stable of prereaders, including AJ_Aficionado, SIlentwoodfire and Silverblade5. Hope you enjoy!

—Firesight

PS: Picture credit of Daydream Rainbow at the end of the chapter goes to PrismaGalaxy514 on deviantart:

https://www.deviantart.com/prismagalaxy514/art/Hypersonic-Dash-AKA-Daydream-Dash-837955377

5: Rainbow Dash

“Aw, man…” Arriving back at the Big Burger Palace with a blast of wind to find all her bandmates had already departed, Rainbow was starting to worry that she was slowly going mad. And worse, that she had failed to be there for her friends. “Sorry, girls…”

She sighed and slumped, sitting down heavily on a bench while burying her head in her shaky hands. She found a sheen of moisture on her forehead from her exertions, which weren’t entirely due to her running—using the power granted by her geode, she could do several hundred laps around the city without getting winded; she’d even once run all the way to Nevada when they discovered Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had snuck on a bus to Las Vegas, having somehow gotten it in their heads that their destiny was to be ‘showgirls’ without understanding what that term meant.

Now alone with her thoughts—and worse, her inexplicable desire to be naked for reasons she still didn’t understand—Rainbow ran her hands through her hair in frustration. The last thing she wanted to do was leave her friends in the lurch despite all her loyalty to them, but she found she had to pause between each trip to take a single one of them home. She’d done so to speed-strip and self-pleasure in her bedroom, hoping that would take enough of the edge off her inexplicably boosted desires and incomprehensible urge to be unclothed to allow her to complete her tasks.

But in the end, it wasn’t. In the end, she only managed to deliver three of herfriends from danger before she returned to find none were left; she could only assume that Twilight had been forced to retrieve the rest by teleport, even though Rainbow’s super-speed meant she could have gotten them all home within half a minute otherwise.

It made her feel awful—like she’d let them all down for the most ridiculous of reasons. But it was either that, or be exposed before everyone. And even for as much as she loved to show off her athletic prowess, that didn’t make her an exhibitionist!

“Great. Now what?” Rainbow wondered aloud as she sat on the bench and shook lightly, trying to resist the urge to dig her hands into her clothes again. She found herself intensely fantasizing about removing them by unraveling their threads at super-speed, leaving her in all her nude and nubile glory before the restaurant patrons and passing traffic alike.

“Ugh!” She mentally berated herself for even thinking it. She considered texting all her friends to apologize for her absence and beg for forgiveness over their group chat, but she found she couldn’t face them just then. Not after letting them all down and worse, leaving them out in the open where everyone could see them as their geode-granted powers seemed to conspire against them to remove all their clothes in public.

“But it wasn’t even my fault!” she complained to nobody in particular as her young and still barely-more than nascent late teenage breasts bounced lightly against her chest. She was wearing her shirt and shorts but not her undergarments at that point, having somehow forgotten to don them when she’d redressed. “I mean, what was I supposed to do, show up at everyone’s house with my panties off and shorts soaked through?” She glanced down at herself to realize that she’d done so again; there was a very blatant wet spot at the front of her shorts that was becoming quite prominent and florid; she unconsciously spread her thighs so that the cool evening breeze could stimulate her further.

She blinked hard and slammed her legs shut when she realized what she was doing. “Gah! Dammit, go away!” She clutched herself for a moment, hugging her chest so tightly that she found her tiny tits that Gilda so liked to tease—and tease her about—remained almost painfully erect and perky, showing clearly through her tight-fitting and increasingly uncomfortable top that felt like it was all but burning her, even in the growing post-sunset chill.

It was the third shirt she’d worn in the space of five minutes, having ruined her first two outfits during her previous trips. After dropping off Fluttershy, Rainbow had found herself moving so fast that she ran right out of her clothes and didn’t realize it until she was halfway back to the restaurant, darting between cars and pedestrians as she ran naked through the city streets at super-speed.

Thankfully, she moved so fast that nobody could see anything but a blue-and-rainbow blur, and she immediately detoured upon noticing, blowing past her parents who were lounging hand in hand on the porch swing to reach her bedroom—“Wow, you’re faster than ever, dear! Way to go!” she’d heard her mother call after her.

She’d then exited her room and raced back to the restaurant twenty seconds later after frantically self-pleasuring to the idea of being naked, climaxing quickly and quite powerfully before pulling on fresh clothes from her closet. It was only when she passed her parents a second time on the way out that she noticed the wind of her passing had ripped the clothes right off them as they sat on the porch embracing, leaving them making out naked in the low evening light.

Rainbow shuddered. Ew! I did NOT need to see that! she thought, but found she could at least use the idea of her parents being intimate to suppress her own untoward urges for a bit. She put the image as thoroughly out of her mind as she could, struggling to get back to her friends. She nearly tripped twice and had to slow down to keep her clothes on during the journey lest she run right out of them again, arriving to grab Applejack and speed her back to her family farm.

But she’d immediately gotten in trouble with Granny Smith after dropping off AJ, slipping on the area rug to send her rocking chair crashing into the wall and the newspaper she was reading flying into her face. Rainbow found herself relieved that the Apple family matriarch couldn’t see that well and had lost her glasses even if she’d gotten a tongue lashing afterwards, given she was somehow bottomless again, with the remains of her shorts having been snagged by the carpet and pulled off behind her as she was dragged to a stop.

But Big Macintosh was in the kitchen and she could hear his distinctive heavy footfalls heading over to see what the commotion was about, so all she could do was stammer an apology before grabbing her torn shorts and running back out before her bare rear was seen.

After another brief detour home in which she accidentally stripped her parents naked again with the full force of her wind while they were pulling on fresh clothes in the living room, knocking them both onto the couch—“Wow, you stripped us even faster this time! You’re awesome, Rainbow!” her father called out after he’d raised his head from where it had been briefly buried in her mother’s lap—she again tried to self-pleasure in her bedroom only to find that it was making things worse, not better.

Frustrated but worried there were still at least two of her friends waiting, she simply pulled on an old shirt and pair of shorts from the back of her drawers she used as work clothes before returning to the restaurant, not even caring that the former was quickly tearing down the front as she went, showing more and more of her chest.

But this time, when she got back to the Big Burger Palace, all her friends were gone but her horniness and need to be nude was worse than ever. Or like their favorite song, was it Better Than Ever…? The idea was strangely insistent that what was happening to her and what she was feeling somehow wasn’t a bad thing, and maybe she should just go with it.

Or even find someone to share it with. “Huh. Okay, then. Maybe instead of getting off alone, I just need to be with somebody?” she thought as she struggled not to take off her clothes again, finding that she inexplicably loved the idea of streaking through town at super-speed like she’d already accidentally done once before.

“Wait! I know! I’ll go find Gilda! She’s always up for some sex! Even if she’ll probably just start teasing me by calling me Rainbow Flash…” She squirmed again at the idea as the glow of her geode started to intensify further, lighting up the area around her even beneath the illumination of the street lamp above her.

And this time, a narrow line of cyan flames appeared around the gemstone’s periphery and began moving outwards, consuming her already half-torn top as it went.

Her jaw fell open as she stared down at her chest and realized what was happening, watching her suddenly more substantial tits being slowly exposed. “Huh? Wait! No! Stop!” she frantically patted at the blue-hued flames to extinguish them, only to find that she couldn’t. The flames themselves did not burn but left fiercely tingling bare skin behind as similar rings of fire appeared over her navel, crotch, and taut ‘flanks’ as Princess Twilight had termed them, consuming her shorts and shirt steadily to reveal her belly, clean-shaven slit and the curves of her rear as well as the cleft between them.

“Ack! Nonononono!” she all but whimpered as she felt the growing draft between her legs, stumbling when she tried to run before she was seen due to tripping over her own loosened boots. It left her almost-entirely exposed rear in the air pointing in the direction of traffic from the nearby street, leaving her struggling to stand back up as headlights rounded the corner; she only barely stood back up and launched herself into a full sprint before they illuminated her.

She sped herself home awkwardly this time, finding herself uncharacteristically clumsy and shedding scraps of clothes as she went. And worse, the faster she moved, the more the glow of her geode grew and the faster the flames it had generated worked; before long the dark blue, bumpy edge of an immature areolae could be seen as the flames on her upper body spread outward to bare her previously flat chest.

Except it wasn’t so flat any longer, with her boobs noticeably starting to swell and poking out provocatively into the holes in the half-consumed garment the fire had created, now clinging tightly to her form as it grew. “What? I’ve got an actual bust now?” She stopped running long enough to admire her suddenly-A-cup breasts, only to realize that she was on the Boulder airport runway, which she used as a shortcut for home, and anybody in a passing plane could see her.

“Ack! Bad spot to be doing this!” She was about to dash off again, except she felt something press between her legs.

“What the…?” she jerked back and looked down to see what appeared to be a prismatic distortion in the very air around her, poking between her bared thighs. Though fuzzy at its only-weakly glowing base, it looked far more bright and solid towards its tapered tip, and its touch seemed to spark her geode powers, heightening not just her sensations but her very awareness somehow. Though hardly an expert on the subject, she somehow instinctively knew what it was—a concentrated fold in the very fabric of spacetime, sprouting out of the very ether that composed all reality.

And seemingly drawn to her nude form like a moth to flame as it simply followed her movements and reoriented itself to enter her, its prismatic tip aimed squarely at her shaven slit.

“Ah!” she cried out as it made contact again, her swollen and sensitive pussy lips already and quite eagerly parting to allow it entry as she would never in a million years permit a boy to do. Her legs buckling, she fell forward for a second time onto all fours, only to realize that there were additional distortions forming in the very air around her, all seemingly reaching for her now-naked anatomy as the last of her clothes evaporated away to leave her bare blue body exposed before them.

Worse, a small plane was taxiing up the runway in the low evening light; all the pilots or any of the passengers had to do was glance out the window to see the light show the spatial tendrils and her geode was producing.

A moment of terror overriding her surging excitement, she got up and took off barefoot and naked across the tarmac, trying to outrun the odd effect. But it didn’t work as the very fabric of spacetime itself continued to bend around her, distorting the available light into prismatic spectrums that first softly and then sharply defined itself as a series of growing protrusions, all aimed at her erogenous areas. They kept up with her no matter where she went; the initial tendril was still in the same relative position in front of her and threatening to penetrate her more fully.

“Gah! No! You’re not turning me into some tentacled hentai chick!” Calling upon even more of the speed her brightly glowing geode imparted her, she tried to outrun them, going faster than she ever had before—Pinkie was into that kinky stuff, not her! But no matter how she juked or shifted speed and direction, she simply couldn’t leave them behind—the distortions traveled with her, moving inexorably closer to her erotic areas from both ahead and behind, closing on her like a cage!

And worse, she found herself all but craving their caress and probing touch, unconsciously urging their entry within her. To her mingled excitement and terror, the one in front quickly obliged her, finding its way within her supremely sensitive slit as it penetrated halfway up her love tunnel, seemingly on its way to her very womb.

Her legs buckled and she had to stop running as the strange spacetime tendril continued to ignore her protests, overcoming her increasingly feeble resistance and squirming to embed itself fully within her. Feeling pleasured and pried improbably far open by the impossibly erotic spear of pure etheric energy, Rainbow fell to all fours for a second time in the meadow at the edge of the tarmac, finding herself moaning and writhing despite her best efforts as it pried her open further.

Worse, it began moving in and out of her in seeming response to her own barely-suppressed desire that it did so. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pure power and pleasure into her that brought tears to her eyes, leaving her climbing closer and closer to the intense climax that she could sense was quickly building within her.

“N-no…” she said weakly as she clenched the grass beneath her body, doing it as much to stop her hands from reaching back to spread her lips wider as to give her something to hold on to for dear life. But she still found herself pushing back against it in spite of herself, trying to urge it even deeper even though it was already right up against her inner opening—the cervix, it was called? She barely paid attention in those worthless sex-ed classes, given she and Gilda had been an item since they were eight—which she knew wasn’t supposed to be penetrated.

And yet, it did so, pushing past the puckered sphincter-like opening with ease, sending a fresh wave of rapture through her. The very idea of it ended up being enough to send her over the edge; she climaxed with a loud cry at the very edge of the tarmac with a bright burst of light from the geode and the strange spacetime construct within her; it infused her with a massive amount of odd but enticing energy that made her lightheaded for a moment and caused her body to start growing in response.

Despite her lingering afterglow, she seemed to grow more adult as her curves matured both above and below; her bust swelled swiftly past B-cup as she watched and even her hair seemed to grow out like she was playing music and ponying up.

None of which was to say that she was about to surrender any further to what was happening to her; to either the reality rift-orgin tentacles or her own inexplicably boosted desires to be both unclothed and erotically invaded without a fight.

Sensing the tendril within her slacken and shrink as its energy was expelled, she used the opportunity to will it out of her and stand up again, only to find that even more were starting to form around her. And worse, one was aimed further back at her very sphincter!

She instantly shook off her remaining post-coital stupor at the realization. “What? No! Not there! This is crazy! Go away!” she pleaded with them as she took off again, trailing a tornadic wind behind her as she suddenly found herself sprinting over the nearby reservoir. Her footfalls were so fast that she could run on the surface of the water without breaking it, throwing up a massive curtain of water behind her as she found her larger form could run even faster now.

Her wake soaked the private yacht of local millionaire Filthy Rich as she passed, who was having a dinner party with a bevy of invited guests including Principals Luna and Celestia. They stood on the deck in evening gowns that were quickly soaked through by the spray of Rainbow’s passing that rendered all their evening clothes see-through as cameras flashed.

Under any other circumstances, she might have stopped to snap a picture of her own to share with the online student forums—half the student body had a crush on one or both of their two school heads; those pics would end up posted in lockers in very short order!—but she didn’t dare stop; especially when the distortions were now threatening to violate her virgin anus!

And yet, for all her enhanced speed, she still couldn’t outrun them as they continued to just move with her. Resistance to her speed building as she neared the sound barrier, she decided the last thing she wanted was to shatter nearby windows with a sonic boom and be potentially stranded out in the middle of the lake with those things, so she shifted directions again to make her way home, hoping Twilight might have some answers on how to ward off the tentacles trying their best to take her tail before they yet again made her the subject of some teenage wet dream.

Arriving at her house just seconds later despite the steadily progressing penetration into her tail, leaving it all she could do to keep moving as her sphincter was steadily spread apart despite her jerky movements and the second spacetime protrusion began slowly entering her, she saw Scootaloo was now there talking excitedly with her slightly disheveled, rose-cheeked and only hastily-redressed parents.

That she was there was not unusual. The third and final member of the self-described Destiny Seeking Teenagers usually came by about that time for help with homework and sometimes a soccer lesson in the backyard, given she wanted to eventually join the school’s varsity team that Rainbow currently Captained. But she seemed strangely excited, pointing at a picture on her smartphone that seemed to be of a nude and bent over Applejack with what looked like a vine embedded deep within her erotic orifices.

But Rainbow didn’t have time to listen or take a closer look as she blew past them in pure panic for a third time to reach her bedroom, this time going so fast that her gale not only ripped the clothes off all three of them but pulled the trio after her; she was just able to redirect the narrow near-tornado that formed in her wake into her parents bedroom.

They landed on the bed in a pile of naked bodies with Scootaloo sandwiched provocatively between them, the latter’s head buried deep in her mother’s boobs while her father’s nearly fully erect organ was poised at Scootaloo’s bare virgin slit —wait, how did she know the poses if she’d already exited the area before it occurred and was now in the next room over? And when the hell had Scootaloo started shaving that? Was she doing so only because Rainbow was?

She didn’t know the answers, but Rainbow found that her awareness was somehow as enhanced as her still-growing chest, which seemed to be swelling at least partially in response to the brightly glowing light of her geode as well as the tendril still worming its way further within her, invading her body’s previously unplumbed depths every bit as deep as she’d been earlier but in a whole different and impossibly pleasurable direction.

“I s-swear, I’m not liking this…” she told herself in a shaky voice as she attempted desperately to pick up her phone from her bed and type into it; she’d been so intent on the newest intrusion that she’d completely missed that her vagina was being refilled again by the same spacetime tendril as before; its exotic inhabitant even larger than it was previously!

“Fuuu…” she just bit off the curse as she felt the double-penetration reach even deeper, sending powerful thrills of pure erotic ecstasy through her—Gilda might like to curse, but Rainbow didn’t, if only because she knew that Rarity hated it. She wriggled involuntarily against them as she felt them begin to thrust and pulse; the protrusions extending and retracting repeatedly. Their rhythmic movements sent fresh waves of exotic energy into her body and up her spine, enhancing her physical form as well as her newly-imparted awareness

That awareness extended all around her to the point that she could see the positions and orientations of her parents and honorary little sister in the next room as distortions in the fabric of spacetime itself; as she remotely watched them, she sensed them trying to disentangle themselves from each other with some embarrassment, only for hands and bodies to keep slipping and end up in untoward places. They tried to rise only for Scootaloo to stumble back into her father’s lap while he steadied her by grabbing her adorably young tits; her mother rose only for the motion to shift the bed and sent her face sprawling between Scootaloo’s legs.

Rainbow sensed she might be able to somehow manipulate what was happening through her new awareness and growing powers—if she wasn’t so threatened by the ripples in reality that had followed her and were continuing to make a toy out of her, that was. She began hurriedly tapping out a message on her phone for Twilight, begging her friend for a teleport away in hopes that might allow her to escape from the intruding tendrils.

Trying not to fumble her phone with her shaky and sweaty hands as she struggled to maintain focus despite the massive intrusions in her sphincter and slit, she pressed herself back into the corner of her room as she realized that Scootaloo and her parents were still in the same stance and intertwined poses as before. Wait, were they actually…?

She didn’t get a chance to determine the answer as additional spacetime distortions materialized inside her room. Just as before, the air itself seemed to fold inwards, smearing the room’s illumination at their edges into spectacular spectrums of brightly glowing color as two new prominences reached towards her bare and still-bulging chest; the glowing tips of the spatial distortions bending light around them to reveal their outlines as they found her rigid dark blue nipples and enveloped them. They both tugged on and infused them with fresh energy she sensed was somehow related to the rifts in reality around her, instantly redoubling her pleasure whether she wanted them to or not.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Thanks in large part to the additional stimulation, she came hard a second time, crying out and arching her back as she fumbled the phone onto her bed again before she could complete her message to Twilight, leaving it tantalizingly near yet hopelessly out of reach as she could no longer bend down to get it. There was nothing she could do now—her body was held fast, her toes barely touching the floor as the still-growing tendrils in her two lower intimate orifices jacked her up slightly as they continued to work their way deeper while the ones on her chest held her fast from there, steadily inflating her tingling and exquisitely sensitive tits further.

“Great. N-now what do I do?” a newly breathless Rainbow asked nobody in particular in a shaky voice, suddenly regretting not having run directly to Twilight’s lab. It was an obvious course of action, but she’d been so freaked earlier that she hadn’t thought of it. And now it was too late as she was trapped; rendered helpless by the protrusions in the very fabric of spacetime that seemed determined to ‘tuck’ her, as Princess Twilight said ponies termed it. And her latest climax only seemed to encourage their efforts further, the protrusions invading her body even deeper while continuing to enhance her in both size and stature.

The tendrils latched to her nipples made her previously small breasts felt like they were being infused with incredible amounts of energy. “Ah! Ah!” Rainbow called out repeatedly again as her boobs began to bulge again from the incomprehensible amounts of imparted power, their size swelling to DD-cup status and beyond as she could only watch in disbelief. She could scarcely imagine what Gilda would say to see her now, given she actually seemed to like tweaking the tits of her “Dashie’s” flat chest, even if she also enjoyed teasing her about it—not that she was one to talk, given her own tomboyish appearance!

M-maybe I can fix that later? The oddly titillating thought crossed her mind as the power spread from her chest throughout her body, causing the rest of her frame to slowly grow as she felt her limbs automatically stretch and flex in response to the stimulation, trying to spread the potent erotic and etheric energies further. Yeah! I could! I could make us both Amazons if I wanted to! she somehow realized it would soon be within her power to effect such physical changes on not just Gilda, but anyone she wanted!

And she could do so through manipulation of spacetime itself!

She blinked hard despite what was happening to her, finally feeling herself starting to give in to it fully. “Huh? But I don’t even like that geeky stuff! Sci-Twi’s the uber-nerd, so why am I thinking about something so dorky as quantum science now?” she protested slightly weakly as she tried for one final time to resist the tendrils still attached to her chest and inflating her breasts further, attempting to push them away from her body.

But being more ethereal than real and composed of folds in the very fabric of space, she couldn’t dislodge or move them; to her shock, her hands stuck fast to them as they expanded within her sweaty grasp.

“Ooooohh…” she called out as their potent energy surged into her through a new location, this time via her suddenly prickly palms. She could feel the pulsating power within their spectral forms, laden with an odd but quite potent aura she could alkl but taste on her tongue as well as feel through her tingling fingertips.

An energy that was so heady and strangely delicious to her that it induced her to squeeze and stroke the prismatic prominences, especially as they formed more directly into oddly-shaped phalluses with her nipples inside their tips, seemingly trying to penetrate her newly enhanced breasts directly.

Her eyes snapped open again at the realization. “Wha? No!” she exclaimed as she tried to stop herself from doing it—she was not into guys and the last thing she’d ever be caught dead doing was stroking two dicks at once! But her hands stilled only briefly before beginning to move against them again; her deliciously nude state and magic-fed desires causing her sex to drool around the construct filling her and her newly large nipples to stand rigid, seemingly drawing in the phallic-shaped concentrations of spacetime to her like a magnet.

As she watched, even more distortions appeared around her. Just like the earlier ones, they continued to form into a series of cock-like prominences outlined in a glowing spectrum of light, some curling around her limbs to restrain her while others simply caressed her unclothed form. They didn’t look like human or even equine organs, though—they had a more tapered tip with a double-bulb feature at their base, like in a picture she and Gilda had once shared a laugh over of an anatomically correct version of the Kingdom High mascot.

Wait—so were they supposed to be griffon dicks?

Impossibly, the realization only titillated her further and the constructs seemed to respond to her suddenly heightened excitement, forming into several more such exotic cocks around her that were all at least a foot long and aimed inward at her, like she was to be made the centerpiece of some perverted Kingdom High circle jerk. Any other time the idea would have been unbelievably icky, but in her current nude and helplessly aroused state, she wanted them to come all over and inside her, somehow sensing it was the key to gaining their power.

The key to gaining her true power!

Which was not to say she was going to let it happen without one final, if half-hearted fight. “Stop!” she begged one last time in a weak and shaky voice to no avail as she sensed fresh spacetime constructs forming directly beneath her. But ignoring her plea, they were already poking upwards, probing between her well-spread cheeks and exquisitely-stretched pussy lips along with the first ones, seeking purchase within her body beside them.

She had no idea how they could find room or open her up further, but they did; the spatial distortions somehow using gravitational effects to pull her lips apart and loosen her puckered opening further to allow additional entry. They quickly availed themselves of the opportunity, as first a second and then a third phallic construct entered her wide-open anus, causing her to gape and take a ragged breath.

Worse—or at this point, was it better?—the spacetime constructs seemed to know instinctively what she liked as the distortions at her feet caressed her soles while threading in and out of her toes. It was a sensual weakness she had that only Gilda knew about; her longtime girlfriend at Kingdom High had used it more than once to reduce her to putty and take a dominant position with her, when it was normally Rainbow who ended up on top.

All Rainbow could do was whimper weakly and bite her lip, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as it worked here as well. All resistance fading, she went limp, allowing the strangely tangible, spectrum-hued distortions to pick her up by the legs and suspend her in the air, just like she was lounging backwards on her bed with her legs raised allowing Gilda to take her with a strap-on.

Feeling yet another climax beginning to build, and with it a growing pressure and tingling on her back and forehead, she was only barely cognizant as the strangely solid rifts supported her easily with her beautifully bare and supremely swollen slit presented to the probing spacetime tendrils in open enticement. And she only shaved it so she could stop hearing jokes in the girls’ locker room at school about the carpet matching the drapes.

But memories of being teased over it by Trixie and her bandmates were lost, as she shortly found her cyan-skinned legs both spread and raised to allow more griffon-like phalluses to grind themselves against the soles of her elevated feet. The fresh touch caused her toes to curl against them and charge her with additional energy from below, feeding her even more etheric energy and erotic sensations.

Only able to stay suspended in the middle of her bedroom beside her bed and take it, able to keenly feel every single griffon-like cock caressing and entering her, she found herself starting to enjoy her coming tentacle-enabled transformation—wait, was that what was happening? Their glowing spectral tips oozed a brightly sparking and sparkling liquid that soaked instantly into her skin and made it fiercely tingle; the energy they imparted surging through her and seemingly collecting in the deepest parts of her being, where it spread out to infuse her further.

Now immensely enjoying the sensations and impossibly wanting even more of it, she squeezed the two griffon-like cocks she was holding. Her action caused them to disengage from her nipples briefly, just long enough to erupt all over her cheeks, chin and chest. Impossibly, she found herself reveling in being showered with the strange spacetime spooge, finding her very senses altering further as it soaked into the skin of her face and breasts, nearly sending her over the edge again

Even so, she still found some small part of herself trying to resist her coming conversion, if for no other reason that nobody would ever accuse her of giving up without a fight, whether physically or mentally. To that end, she looked down at herself in disbelief as she felt the additional griffon-like spacetime tendrils enter her, slipping around the edges of the original invaders to make her feel ever better.

“B-but I d-don’t even like dicks. So w-why do these feel so…?” She trailed off as she looked up to realize the door to the hallway was open—she’d forgotten to close it when she came in! And worse, she heard the voices of her parents and Scootaloo getting closer, rounding the corner of the hall to check on her.

She’d lost track of whatever they’d been doing in her parents’ bedroom, and she might have been more freaked about being seen by them if a fresh area of distortion hadn’t just formed right below her now-ample bust, quickly protruding upwards between her still-swelling boobs to stare her in the face. She weakly tried to wriggle away from it, at least until the fifteen-inch phallus parted her lips and stretched its way into her mouth, forcing her to suckle on it; its touch sending an electric-like erotic current through her.

“Mmmph…!” she protested weakly as her tongue tingled fiercely at a taste she could only describe as somehow cosmic, causing a sudden but strong pressure she could feel from her forehead to intensify, making her feel like she was going to somehow cum from there. And then the constructs she still had hold of latched onto her breasts again and began to make squeezing motions against their undersides. They pushed their pillowy mass against the newest addition to the spectral tendrils having their way with her muzzle, forcing her to give it a tit job with her newly-massive basketball-sized boobs.

It was only then that she realized her parents and Scootaloo were standing at the doorway, staring not in shock but in openmouthed amazement at her. At her mental command—somehow, she now wanted them to see this?—her body was then turned to face them more fully as her anus was quite visibly and brazenly violated by no less than five solidified spectral constructs taking her tail at once, lewdly rotating and shifting around each other as they ground even deeper into her body stretching her sphincter far wider than she’d ever thought possible.

To say nothing of giving her pure erotic pleasure far beyond what she’d ever experienced before.

“Wow! Way to go, honey! You’re taking all those rainbow tentacles like a champ!” her still-naked mother, Windy Whistles exclaimed, leaping high into the air and causing her matronly breasts to bounce once on her chest.

“She’s a chip off the old block to be able to take cocks that big,” an equally bare Bow Hothoof sniffled with a still-prominent erection, wiping away a tear as an amazed and equally unclothed Scootaloo began to record and narrate the proceedings, not even caring that she was standing naked between Rainbow’s parents.

“Holy Hentai! Are you girls seeing this?” Scootaloo asked excitedly into her smartphone as she stepped closer, and despite her only mild embarrassment, Rainbow was not surprised when she heard the voices of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle call back that they were.

“Wow! We shore are! Reckon that’s almost as cool as what happened to us with AJ!” Apple Bloom called back first. “Except me and Big Mac got it from plants, which is her new power! They undressed us and took us every which way; even Granny Smith—er, Ah mean Annie Smith! They made her young and then they even made me all grown up! You wouldn’t believe how tall Ah am and how big mah boobs have gotten! Ah bet me and Sweetie Belle could get into any nightclub we want now, and the bouncers wouldn’t bat an eye!”

“Me too, after I got the same treatment from my sister’s crystals!” Sweetie Belle’s eager and excited voice explained next. “They came right through the wall to Rarity’s room and tentacled me at my desk, transforming me, too! It was a little scary at first, but then it turned out to be really fun and left me looking like a supermodel! But what I’m seeing there is a whole new level of hentai! I mean, just look at all those tentacles in her tail!” she said as Rainbow couldn’t help but flush further despite how good it all felt, feeling the intrusion sent fresh energy further up into her body; the probes already having pushed so deep into her that she half-thought they might emerge out of her mouth.

“Come on, griffie dicks—Ah mean, Ah guess that’s what they are—fill her slit more, too! And give us a good view!” Apple Bloom further pleaded directly over the connection, and Rainbow found herself mentally obliging them, willing the spacetime rifts to move her closer as at least two more spectral cock constructs formed near the junction of her legs and wasted no time pushing inside her pussy, causing her to arch her back hard as Scootaloo leaned as close as she dared, focusing her video in a close-up on Rainbow’s two overstretched entrances filled with at least eight phalluses, the pair now oozing mingled nectar and ethereal ejaculate around them.

“There! How’s that, Apple Bloom?” a slightly breathless Scootaloo asked, her own still-small tits standing out sharply as she pawed at herself with one hand while holding up her phone with the other. Leaning forward slightly, she stuck her rear out behind her, which Rainbow couldn’t help instantly drew her father’s eye and caused his cock to twitch. He didn’t make a move towards her, though.

“Yeah, that’s the stuff… hey, wait a minute! We already know that what affects them also affects their kin, so why isn’t whatever’s happening to Rainbow also happening to you, Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom’s voice suddenly asked over the phone.

“Well, maybe because I’m not technically her kin,” Scootaloo slumped slightly, causing Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles to glance at each other. “Maybe all those tentacles are ignoring me because I’m not actually related to her.”

“Now, now, don’t take it personally. She says she’s your big sister, and that’s good enough for us. You’re as much our daughter as she is, dear,” Windy Whistles said to her, stepping forward with to put a comforting hand on her shoulder as her husband did the same on the other side.

“Huh? But her parents are there! They’re related, so why aren’t they—” Apple Bloom began over the phone again, but a fresh series of spatial distortions suddenly formed around the adult pair as they got closer, stepping within range of Rainbow. There was a sound of a dropped phone as Rainbow found herself arching her spine backwards, no longer cognizant of their presence or what was happening to them as she could only focus on her own sensual conquest by the dozens of cosmic cocks and all the exotic etheric energy being fed to her, infusing her from the inside out.

She writhed. She groaned. She squirmed helplessly, trying to work them all even further inside her, feeling the trio of phallic prominences in her sex push even deeper. They penetrated her cervix again with little effort to infuse her womb directly, causing her legs to lengthen and hips to more fully fill out. In that moment, she felt the very essence of spacetime itself inside her; imparting her an ability that would allow her access to not just anywhere, but anytime she wished!

Now fully cognizant of what was happening to her, she not only accepted it, but reveled in it. She finally understood in the deepest part of her steadily evolving being that becoming a human Element Bearer and gaining her superpower-granting geode wasn’t the end of her journey, but only the very start!

That she wasn’t just transforming into something new via tentacle sex; she was ascending with the help of the very cosmic forces she was to command, which had needed her nude to start the process and then had to inject their essence directly into her. To that end, they had read her responses and tailored their actions to make her even more receptive to them, taking the phallic forms and performing the actions she liked the most to help her enjoy the process and want even more of it.

In that way, they had thus been able to infuse her with all their power and energy, making her their very avatar in the process—a sexually created expression of spacetime itself!

It meant that at long last, she was truly becoming the being she had always been destined to be, alongside her fellow friends and other Element Bearers, many of whom had already attained their new power!

Though somewhat disappointed that she wasn’t the first to ascend—she wasn’t used to losing races, after all, even if she hadn’t known she was in one—she no longer cared about anything except completing the process; savoring the sensations of becoming sexually transcended into a goddess on par with what Sunset had once been. She knew instinctively that she didn’t have much longer left; she felt the etheric energies collecting not just in the obvious areas like her boobs, sphincter or slit, but in a few specific areas that, though not erotic, fiercely tingled like they were.

She would have moaned, but couldn’t around the phallic construct in her mouth, which continued to throb and pulse with pure cosmic essence. Her tongue and throat milked it for everything it was worth, seeking to draw out every single erg of energy it contained to enable her ascension. And yet no matter how much power she extracted, it still wasn’t enough for her as she felt her body absorb it all like a sponge, seemingly not satisfied no matter how many of the tendrils of prismatic light in the shape of fantasy griffon shafts were already deep inside her.

Sensing her final and most powerful orgasm was nigh along with her impending transformation, she again felt a growing heat and pressure on her forehead and at the base of her shoulder blades. Two distinct points of pure pleasure were making themselves known for the latter, and were rapidly spreading vertically down her back as yet another climax began to build—was it the third or fourth? She had lost count, but nor did she care, knowing that afterwards, she could have this treatment again any time she wanted to, whether out of a desire for pleasure or just needing a simple power boost.

And then impossibly, she felt a moment of regret at a sudden realization. Aw… I should have had Scootaloo show Gilda this! Oh, wait! If she’s recording, she still can! Or I could just take her back in time to see it later! she thought, but with all her attention focused on the pure pleasure now filling her, she barely spared a glance down her body at her parents and Scootaloo; she couldn’t see much but her growing awareness told her that they were erotically intertwined with Scootaloo sandiwched between them again; every single orifice they had filled with physical and spectral cocks along with their daughter.

Though Rainbow might have been squicked just a few minutes earlier, she quickly realized that she had already passed far beyond such petty concerns as modesty or privacy, just glad that her beloved family was able to share in her own transcendence. And what else could she call it as she felt her body continue to shift and grow, not only changing her into what she now knew was her true form and destiny, but imparting her with what she could only call a gi-normous amount of power?

A power level that was equalled only by the supreme sense of well-being she felt—a level of pure sexual rapture she’d never experienced before, not even during the best of her sex with Gilda.

No offense, girlfriend! she mentally called out to her, realizing she could actually sense Gilda’s presence all the way across town; just a quick jaunt across spacetime away. The tendrils now at their maximum depth within her and all her body fully ripened after having gained at least eight inches of height and a massive set of curves that would rival even some anime chicks she’d seen, she felt the tendrils erupt for the final time within her, giving her the last infusion of etheric energy she needed to push her the rest of the way over not only the edge of climax, but ascension itself!

“MMMmmmm!” she cried out around the mouthful of cosmic cock as she felt its impossibly enticing ejaculate soak into her mouth and run down the back of her throat into her stomach. It was promptly absorbed and redirected to her forehead; the ones in her sex and tail likewise seemed to power the evolution of her ponytail and whatever was growing on her back.

Even in the throes of orgasm, the latter quickly revealed itself to be a pair of large prismatic wings filled with full-spectrum pinions sprouting right out of the hot and tingling areas of her shoulder blades, while the former turned her rainbow mane flamelike and extended it further, leaving it waving in the ethereal wind.

Her body evolving and very spirit soaring to heights and places she would have thought impossible before, she sensed the tendrils using her climax to infuse every part of her body with their distinctive and very potent power, leaving her feeling like every cell she had was orgasmic independently at once. The final change they imparted was when a prismatic spiral unicorn horn sprouted a foot upwards from her forehead, enabling her to not only wield magic, but sense, control and traverse the very fabric of spacetime itself.

A talent she availed herself of instantly as she came down off the high of her ultimate orgasm, sensing she was at long last fully ascended and wanting to know exactly what she could now do. Realizing her imparted power was finally hers to use as she saw fit, she disappeared from her bedroom with not a rush of wind but a flash of rainbow light as instead of simply sprinting, she accessed and traveled along the lines of spacetime itself, following and exploring its contours; traversing its myriad bends and folds.

It was a power far greater than mere super-speed, as within moments she had explored not just the planet but the entire solar system. And then, remembering something Sci-Twi had once told her, she went even further out, finding and running directly into a black hole to explore other realms—she could sense it by its infinite concentration of spacetime—somehow knowing that her new power was such that not even they could contain her.

She then used them to travel long and far over what Twilight had once termed the ‘multiverse’, amazed at the various versions of herself and her friends she saw—astonished anew despite her new goddess awareness and power at all the infinite possibilities of existence there were, including some she never even dreamt possible! She went so far afield, in fact, that she had some minor worries about finding her way back, but then found she could easily just retrace her steps to reach her home universe again, which she did, returning back to where she’d been just five seconds after she’d left.

“Whoa!” she said, breathing hard as she sheathed her spread wings and saw her parents’ panting expressions. They were recovering from their own powerful climaxes with a newly matured Scootaloo between them as they were lowered back to the floor; a second glance showed that her parents also had their youth restored and were looking far more athletic and voluptuous than ever before..

“Now that was cool! Oh, and uh… sorry if I scared you there by leaving, squirt,” she noted Scootaloo was looking at her in relief even as she still clinged to her mother in worry. “Just had to try out these new wings and powers of mine! You wouldn’t believe where they allow me to go, now!”

“Oh, my. Our gorgeous baby girl has become a goddess…” Windy Whistles sniffled. “We’re so proud, sweetie!”

“Hey, thanks. And, uh, sorry for accidentally stripping you all earlier…” she felt she had to offer.

“You think I care now, sis?” a delighted Scootaloo asked as she plucked her phone back up from the floor, hearing the excited voices of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo as she showed off her newly altered form to them. “Just look at my new body! And this is the most fun I’ve ever had!” she cupped her new boobs happily, now standing nearly as tall as Rainbow’s parents, who hugged her openly and very affectionately.

“Wow, Rainbow…” She heard a familiar voice call to her before she could reply. As another function of her new power, she suddenly found she could read the very ether around her; see nexuses and disturbances of the very fabric of spacetime that told her four other very powerful individuals were present. “Reckon Ah had no idea what your powers would be or how you’d get transformed. But to be ascended like that and be able to travel across all time and space? Now that’s impressive!”

Rainbow grinned as she turned to them. “Hey, what can I say, AJ? I’m awesome!” She all but preened as her ascended friends appeared before her one by one, causing Scootaloo and her parents to stare at them in awe. “So you girls were watching the whole time?”

“Of course, darling. Do you think we were going to miss this show?” Another familiar voice asked, her glittering and barely-dressed body hanging off the altered Applejack’s arm. “And quite a display it was!”

“You said it!” a far more floofy and even more buxom version of Pinkie Pie added as Scootaloo turned her phone on them next, staring awestruck along with her parents. “So since you’ve got a new form, you need a new name! I’m Sugar High, and this here is Fertile Fields, Crystal Queen and Fluttershine! So what are you called now, Dashie?” she asked eagerly.

“Wait! Before you say, let me guess—given your favorite superhero and the fact you’re now buck naked, you’re Rainbow Flash?” the former Applejack suggested with a wink, crossing her arms over her large and barely covered breasts.

Rainbow looked up at her and smirked. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, filly. But no. First, I think it’d be a copyright violation, and second, I ain’t wearing a red outfit! This’ll do instead…” Her new horn ignited as she generated a fresh set of skintight clothes for herself that accented her spectral features and left little to the imagination for her new and far more pronounced curves, taking flight to show herself fully:

“As for my name, it has to be something that says I can go so fast now that I can travel through space and time itself—and man, Sci-Twi’s gonna be so jealous over that. It’s just like that old Voyager show where they went to Warp 10!”

Sugar High rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Dashie! Warp 10? That was a really bad episode!” she reminded her friend, motioning with a finger down her throat.

“I must agree, darling.” Even Crystal Queen turned up her nose. “It was an enjoyable series at times, but that abomination of an entry is best forgotten.”

“Yeah, well, Just making the point that’s pretty much what I can do. Understand, I can’t actually be everywhere at once, but I can sure look like it now!” She demonstrated by appearing to be in two places simultaneously by rapidly shifting between them, not even causing any wind when she did so.

“I can go anywhere I want in the entire universe almost instantaneously, even inside a black hole, which means I can now pass into other realities entirely! I can use that Einstein-Roseluck-whatever bridge that Sci-Twi was always talking about. And that being the case, there’s only one name I can take.” She closed her eyes and grinned.

“So from here on out, Just call me… Hyperdash!” she emphasized her words by running around her friends by stopping and starting, making it look like she was in sixty different places at once, each showing a different and often suggestive pose as her parents hugged and cheered.

“Not a bad name, though I’m still gonna call you Dashie,” Fertile Fields smirked.

“Fine, then me and Gilda are gonna make endless jokes about your name! Speaking of her, just wait until I show Gilda what I’ve become! Or actually… why wait? Be right back, girls!” she promised; her friends blinked as there was a flash of rainbow light, and suddenly Hyperdash was present with a surprised Gilda beside her.

“Huh? Wha?” They saw that Gilda had been pulled right out of her home and was wearing a towel after showering. She looked momentarily befuddled at her new surroundings, then saw her longtime lover and sneered, looking her over from head to toe.

“Okay, what’s the big idea, dweeb? And what’s with all the weird cosplay? It’s a little early for Halloween, ain’t it?” She then noticed the former Applejack hovering in the air and made a show of appraising her. “Huh. Gotta say, AJ, that body and outfit are almost enough to make me interested in you!”

“The name’s Fertile Fields now. Still, Ah reckon that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me, Sugarcube. Thanks!” She tipped her hat.

“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head. So seriously, Dashie… what’s going on?” she demanded to know, looking around her and blinking at the sight of Rainbow’s naked parents and Scootaloo; the former continuing to hug and cheer while the latter simply stared awestruck. “And did you have to pull me out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel? I ain’t interested in any orgy, least of all with your parents!”

Hyperdash grinned knowingly. “No, but I found something which I really wanted to show you. So if you all will excuse us for just a second…” She laid a gloved hand on Gilda’s arm and suddenly disappeared with her in a fresh flash of rainbow light, leaving her girlfriend’s towel behind to flutter to the ground before the pair rematerialized with another prismatic light show the promised second later.

Upon their reappearance, a newly naked Gilda promptly fell to her knees, looking freaked and sweaty; her normally unruly shock of white hair with purple tips at the front badly disheveled. “I’ve seen some shit… I’ve seen some shit…” was all she could say over and over.

“Excuse me?” Crystal Queen looked offended, putting her hands on her hips. “Must you always resort to vulgarity, Grizelda Behertz?”

“Yeah! Come on, Gilds, you gotta set a better example for Scootaloo!” the former Pinkie piled on.

“Oh, like I haven’t heard it all before…” Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she continued to record the scene on her smartphone for her two friends.

The four ascended females knew well from past experience that Gilda would normally respond with snark, but she remained silent, her gaze distant. “Yeah, sorry about that, C-Q. But you’ll have to forgive her. I just took Gilda through the black hole at the center of our galaxy—Sagittarius A, I think Sci-Twi said it’s called?—to show her one of the wilder alternate versions of herself,” Hyperdash explained with a growing grin.

“In that universe, she was an actual half-eagle, half-lion griffon who got dumped by my pony counterpart and moved back to her homeland in Europe. She then joined their military and ended up fighting a war with some Grimm-like creatures alongside a detachment of U.S. Marines, where she became a hero and fell head over heels for both a buxom blonde named Tara and some Filipino dude named Marco. As crazy as it all sounds, it’s only the last part she’s having some trouble with.” She patted her longtime girlfriend on the head.

“But he was so dweeby…” Gilda complained, her gaze unfocused. “Even if he was fun and good in a fight. She was nice, though…”

“You serious, girl?” Fertile Fields looked dubious, exchanging a glance with an equally bemused Fluttershine. “Griffons, Grimm, interspecies romance, and the U.S. Marines? Aw, come on, Dash! That sounds like something straight out of somebody’s really bad fanfiction!”

“My word!” Crystal Queen raised a gloved hand to her mouth as she tried and failed to visualize it. “I must agree, Hyperdash. It does seem rather unlikely. It sounds like one of those admittedly awful works of writing by my sister and her friends.”

“Hey!” An undressed but very indignant Scootaloo shouted, echoed by matching ones from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle over her phone. “We spent weeks on those!”

“Aw, be nice, Crystal Queen! I read them! They weren’t that bad!” Sugar High protested.

“Oh, you think so, darling? You didn’t have to edit them!” She rubbed her eyes with a gloved hand as Scootaloo and her friends continued to grumble, the former crossing her arms over her now very ample chest.

“Unlikely or not, that reality exists,” Hyperdash said smugly, standing behind a still-kneeling Gilda to rest her gloved hands on her bare shoulders. “And I gotta say, Gilda here was pretty freaking awesome in it! Hell, so was my pony counterpart. They kicked major tail even before they kissed and made up! Don’t you agree, girlfriend? And before you ask, yes, we’re still girlfriends. And we’re gonna have some serious sex later with all my new power!” She raised Gilda up and turned her around to embrace and kiss her, taking her breath away.

“Wow! Way cool!” Sugar High said with another burst of fireworks as Gilda melted into her lover’s embrace, her body quickly maturing to match the former Rainbow’s. “Oh! Oh! So were we there too?”

“You could say that.” The former Rainbow’s grin got broader as Gilda could only stare up at her with a dazed expression as she gazed in amazement at what her longtime girlfriend had become. “Not just me, either—all our pony counterparts were! Take you, Fluttershine—you’d never believe what youbecame over there unless I showed you! None of you would!”

“Oh! Um… in that case, can we go see, too?” Fluttershine asked eagerly.

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Sugar High fired off some fresh firecrackers. “Even I can’t explore alternate realities through hammerspace! But you can, Dashie! And for as much as she goes on about quantum physics and interdimensional portals, Sci-Twi’s gonna flip when she hears about this!”

“I’m curious too, but it’ll have to wait, I’m afraid,” Crystal Queen reminded them. “Let us not get distracted, girls! For we are not all ascended yet! And I fear Twilight might yet ‘flip’ over ascending given her past struggles with Midnight.”

“Yeah, Ah guess yer right…” Fertile Fields granted. “We gotta be there for all our friends, first! Five down, two to go! Though I reckon the girl who’s up next won’t need any help at all, given she already ascended once before. So maybe we should skip her and make sure Twi’s okay?”

“Twi won’t ascend until she’s ready, but we all know she isn’t just yet! And as for her, she’ll be fine, but you still think I’m gonna miss it?” Sugar High said excitedly with a fresh fireworks display that lit up the inside of the house, dazzling Scootaloo’s smartphone. “I can’t wait to see what form her tentacles take!”

“Oh! Oh! Can I come too?” Scootaloo asked, turning her smartphone around and typing quickly into it. “I wanna record it.”

Hyperdash smiled but crossed her arms. “That depends. You finished your homework, squirt?”

Scootaloo stared at her in disbelief. “Seriously? You’re really going to hold me to that after all this?” she grumped.

“Now, now, you know the rules, Scootaloo,” Windy Whistles reminded her as Bow Hothoof slipped a hand around his wife’s waist and pulled her close. “Homework first, fun later.”

“Thanks, Mom. And don’t worry, Scoots. Once it’s done, we’ll bring you, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom together,” Hyperdash promised to nods from Fertile Fields and Crystal Queen, “and you’ll then get to see what happened to each of us. I’ll even take you back in time to do it so you can record it all. Deal?” she asked her honorary little sister with a wink.

“Wow, really? Deal!” Scootaloo went up and gave her ascended sibling a high-five.