Tales of Tantabus: An Equestria Girls Halloween

Chapters

Day 0: Introduction
Conclusion
Day 1: Rainbow Dash
Day 2: Fluttershy
Day 3: Applejack
Day 4: Pinkie
Day 5: Rarity
Day 6: Twilight
Day 7: Sunset

Day 0: Introduction

"Hm? Oh, it's you. Back again to see what the tapping twit has in store, and on a day such as this. Well, sad to say, that lucky fellow is out at the moment. One could say they're in a bit of a... Grave situation."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"

"Ahhh... Well, don't be so shocked. One can't believe what being buried under thousands of stories and books can be beneficial to one's health. One could say that the situation left him quite checked out!"

CRASH!!

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"

"Well, good news to you fetid fools and fetishists. The author of this page did not wish to leave your treat bags empty this Halloween, it seems. Whether you call it Nightmare Night or Halloween, there's always an exchange of the blood-curdling, spine-chilling tales that we all love and enjoy! And it just so happens that he left seven in a little book, one that will no doubt fill your minds with frights and send blood to your bones! A very special kind of bone..."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"

"Anyways, enough with that nonsense! Get to reading, you FOOLS! Leave me to my dirt nap and stop spending time in graveyards! What are you, an emo git? Shall I play Evanescence and toss black flower petals as you walk away? Damned creeps..."

Conclusion

"Well, how was that? Was that week not a bone-tingling experience? I certainly know that some bones were tingling!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Truly, these girls learned the dangers of picking up strange books from nowhere. I mean really, a book that ominous and you not question once? Truly, their fates were sealed the moment they dared lay a hand on the ancient tome!! But fear not, for these are not the only stories resting in peace inside that book!! After all, what better way to celebrate Halloween next year, than finding out what fate lie with even more foolish floozies!!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"For now, though, sadly, it is time to go. I hope you're now learned and in the know! The tombs must be sealed, the crypts locked up tight! And I bid you a frightening Halloween Night!!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Who are you?

"... Huh?"

What are you doing in my house?

"Well, if it isn't the illustrious author! Here from beyond to give a final-"

Get out of here, you pervert! Ma! Ma, get my gun!!

"Oh, shit."

Author's Note

Thanks to everyone who enjoyed the ride! Sorry if the stories were a bit flat or weird, trying to force writing is always tough. I just wanted to take a break from comms to try something fun and complete. Hope it was worth it! Have a happy Nightmare Night and Halloween, and don't forget to enjoy yourself and stay safe!

Day 1: Rainbow Dash

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS: SLIME INFLATION, POSSESSION, BRAIN SEX, BREAST AND BUTT EXPANSION. ENJOY!

Day 1: Rainbow Dash

Rainbow Dash was excited. When it came to thrill seeking, nothing came close to the thrill of haunted trails and competing in a contest of speed. Combining the two would no doubt be an unforgettable experience, and it was during her research for an assignment that she found a large book hidden in the back of the library. Dark leather with gold metallic lettering reminiscent of old fantasy texts, it simply read:

TOME OF TANTABUS

Tales of Canterlot’s Many Mysteries

At first, she didn’t really get it, but flipping to a random page brought her to an old legend in the town, one that she’d never even heard of: The Speedy Slime Specter. Apparently, a young woman who lived here was the fastest skater the town had ever seen. No one could beat her in terms of speed, earning jealousy from the other skaters. Many attributed her speed to the board, custom-made by her. In an act of sabotage, they applied a slippery substance before her next race, and before the young woman realized it, she was flying into a giant pool of slime left by the saboteurs.

They initially laughed in victory at humiliating their nemesis, but then something was wrong: She wasn’t surfacing. When they looked into the tub, they found that… She was missing. The best racer ever had just vanished in slime. Since that day, a rumor had spread that if one were to go to the highest hill of Canterlot at midnight and declare themselves the fastest racer, the Speedy Slime Specter would appear and challenge you to a race. Win, and receive her board. Lose, and they would possess a haunting fate…

That was what led Rainbow Dash skating up the tallest hill of Canterlot in the middle of the night, accompanied only by the sound of crickets, the quiet hum of the streetlights, and the dim glow of the moon. Of course, part of Dash’s mindset was from a bit of skepticism. No way could a slime ghost be real. That was reserved for 80’s horror comedies and weird fetish stories on the internet.

Soon, the street became darker as the street lights got more scarce, and soon, Rainbow found herself looking down the tall, barely lit hill while checking her watch under the glow of a single streetlight. Her heart beat quickly as she watched the seconds tick on. She was so glad no one was there to see her do what she was about to do. She smacked her own lips dry and took a deep breath.

Midnight.

“I, Rainbow Dash, am the fastest racer ever!!”

Then, silence.

Rainbow Dash waited for something, anything to happen. Nothing. Just a quiet breeze that blew past her as the rainbow-haired girl stood there with rosy cheeks in embarrassment. She huffed and looked away, hands in her hoodie. “Should’ve known that whole story was bogus…”

SMASH

Dash yelped and looked around, but no sign of anyone. A chill ran down her spine as she slowly set down her board and prepared to head back. Then, she looked back at the road she’d just taken to get here. One by one, the streetlights were going out, and the sound of skateboard wheels rolling was getting closer. Worse yet, they were sounding fast. In a panic, she turned around to try and go the other way before-

click.

Darkness. Darkness all around her. Not even the moon could illuminate the path, and unsure where she could go, Rainbow opted to freeze right then and there. The wheels stopped moving, but that only made it more frightening for her. Because they’d stopped right in front of her. When the light returned, Dash was face-to-face with a massive pile of teal slime that seemed to be molded in the shape of a young woman. She looked to be Dash’s age, if not a tad older, and her gaze toward Dash was one of pure malice.

“So, you wanna try and take my place, huh?” The specter spoke in a whispy, warbling tone.

“U-Uhhh, I mean…” Dash faltered as she began to back away, her confidence in the situation quickly draining. “I’m pretty fast, yeah. I was just-”

“What? You thought you could just summon me for a laugh? Ha!!” The slime girl rolled her… Eyes, or rather the indentations that resembled eyes, as she held up a board that looked absolutely pristine. “Figures you’d back out. You look like a girl who’d struggle to outrace a granny on a mobility scooter.”

“H-Hey!!” Dash huffed in an offended tone, turning back at the specter in frustration. “Don’t talk to me like that! I’m one of the fastest in town! No one can beat me!”

“One of the fastest, but there’s only room for one at the top,” the slime girl leaned in, a smug grin spread across her gooey face. “And if you’re not first, you’re last. So, do me a favor, Snail Fail, and get off my hill.”

“... Oh, that’s it.” Rainbow Dash dropped her skateboard down and pointed to the slime girl. “I don’t care if you’re a ghost, you’re not gonna beat me!”

“Heh, that’s more like it…” The slime girl dropped her board down and hopped on it. “And you know what? Just to be charitable, I’ll give you a 10-second head start. Go on, impress me.”

“Ha! You’ll regret that! I’ll be down this road in ten seconds flat~” As Dash looked down at the winding road lit by only a few lights, a feeling in the pit of her stomach caused her to second guess her decision. However, she quickly shook her head and got back in the zone. Her pride was at stake! She wasn’t about to be called a slow poke and anything but the best! With a quick breath to focus, she pushed herself down and began shredding downhill.

It was a street she was pretty familiar with when it came to racing, having done so in the past. This meant she had muscle memory down pat, making a hairpin turn that anyone less experienced would’ve botched in those conditions. She didn’t hesitate, staying as focused as she could as she leaned in to reduce drag. All she needed to do was put as much distance between her and the specter, then she could get out while she-

WHOOSH

Dash could barely comprehend what had just happened. One moment, she was making the second turn down the hill, the next, the slime girl had just darted past on her board, moving twice as fast as Rainbow could manage. Her eyes widened as she leaned in, trying her best to keep up with this slimy speed demon. You gotta be kidding! She thought as she tried her best to follow the path the ghost took to hide behind her and avoid the wind. I’m not gonna let out pass me up like this! I’m going to beat you, I prom-CRAP!!

In Dash’s own muscle memory, the third turn was a sharp one, but one that she could easily manage. She did it out of instinct. What she forgot to account was the small trail being left by her opponent, barely visible unless exposed to light. What happened was a sudden slipping as Rainbow was sent rocketing off the edge and sent flying, tumbling in the air. Crap crap! Gotta pony up!

She tried to muster her powers, but her mind was too discorded, launched in different directions. Between her failure to notice the slime, getting lapped when she had a lead, and her inability to stop herself from cascading into the air. All she could do was shut her eyes and brace for impact…

SPLORT

Her next sensation was the feeling of wet surrounding her. Not just wet, but a gooey feeling that made movement borderline impossible. Oh, crap. Did I end up in some gross pond scum?? She thought as she worriedly debated trying to open her eyes and risk blindness while holding her breath. It took all but the fear of asphyxiation to make an attempt at opening her eyes, and thankfully, she was able to without any pain or issues. However, it was what she saw that made her really panic and attempt to break her out of her entrapment.

Everything around her seemed to be in a warped, bubbly lens. It was almost like she was trapped in carbonated gelatin, but she knew exactly what it was from the smug expression that looked at her. She was trapped inside the Speedy Slime Specter herself.

“Ha! Look at that!” The slime ghost boasted as she poked at herself. “Trying to cheat by flying off the hill? A lotta losers tried that, and they ate dirt! Well, I guess you’re gonna eating slime from now on~”

Dash’s eyes widened as she noticed back at the face, and the specter simply pointed up. Looking through the slimy haze, Dash couldn’t believe what she was seeing: they were already at the bottom. She took that massive, high speed fall down the hill, and she still lost to the slime girl! Shame and humiliation caused her cheeks to heat up to the tune of the victor’s laughs, but then, she felt something try to push her mouth open. By instinct, she pushed her face away and the girl made a tutting sound.

“Now now, no need to be a sore loser~” she cooed mockingly. “You know the rules. You lose, and you’re mine~”

Rainbow’s eyes shot open in shock, earning another laugh for her trouble. “What? Did you think you could just summon me and not get punished for wasting my time~? Now come on and open up~!” When she saw that Rainbow still wasn’t complying, she let out a small sigh. “Fiiine, then…”

Oh, thank goodness… Rainbow Dash visibly relaxed.

“We don’t go through the mouth. There’s plenty of holes I could get through~”

W-Wait, where are y-OOOOOOOO~!

Before she could even consider the perverted potentials, Rainbow suddenly felt as two slimy tendrils pushed into both of her ears and dove right to the brain. Her pupils immediately darted to meet each other while her mouth was struggling to stay shut. Every second, she could feel her brain getting showered in this goo, seeping into every crevice and making her body twitch from these ~~heavenly~~ strange sensations.

However, the Specter wasn’t through with her yet. Slowly, she began to tear through her prisoner’s clothing, looking for any other points of entry. It didn’t take long for her to find two more holes between the legs, pushing upwards and forcing Rainbow’s legs to buckle as her stomach bulged out. Her mouth cracked open just a smidge before slamming shut, but that was enough for dollops of slime to slide down her throat. She got the taste of an ~~absolutely delicious~~ odd tasting energy drink, all while her pussy and ass were gradually getting filled. More and more, the slime slid in, and it gradually pushed her stomach out further and causing it to wobble as it grew.

However, this wasn’t the only place that the Specter found that interested her. As the slime tendrils groped across ~~Specter’s~~ Rainbow’s body, they began to prod at the small size of Rainbow’s tits. Even with how small they were, teasing the nipples alone was enough to make the poor girl let out muffled moans and whines. It was enough to make Specter giggle as she loomed overhead, slowly lifting those teasing tendrils… Before shoving them right in, pushing out slime at the same speed as the rest.

“A-AAAAHHHHH-MMMM~!”

Specter Dash couldn’t hold it back any further. Her mouth burst open to let out the mother of all moans, and in that split moment, a massive slimy tentacle pushed past her jaw and dumped down her throat over and over. Her eyes rolled up as the world became a blur. She could feel her grip and control of the world beginning to fade as more and more slime dumped into her, and her riding an orgasm that never seemed to end. Soon, the world began to get dark, and exhaustion finally took her, her holes still getting filled…

~~~

The rainbow haired girl would slowly come to a few hours later, lying on the empty abandoned road with her whole body feeling ~~sore and heavy~~ wonderful. She slowly hefted herself up as she looked around. There was nobody here. She wobbled onto her feet, stumbling as she felt as if her center of gravity was taken off balance. She didn’t even grab the skateboard lying on the ground. As she wandered up the hill and into the sleepy town, she swore something felt off. Her head was so foggy, trying to remember… Anything… What was she doing again? It was only then that she noticed herself in the reflection of a closed shop.

Her swollen belly was gone, and she was now ~~burdened~~ blessed with enormous tits and an equally large ass, both of which swayed with every motion she made and only unnoticeable in this dazed state of hers. This was covered completely in a layer of slime that barely resembled a skimpy-looking teal dress and was pretty transparent. In fact, if one was looking at it at the right angle, it almost seemed like she was totally naked. Her eyes even seemed ~~a tad differen~~t their totally normal teal color.

All of that paled in comparison to what she had packing between her legs. Swaying from side to side freely this whole time was a large set of slime cock and balls that formed around her pussy, every touch and brush against something sending pleasure right to her brain. Even reaching down and giving it a tap caused her to moan as it leaped up in an erection. Despite being made totally of slime, gripping it never caused it to break or get squished away, and instead, it felt so… Real. She stroked it publicly without shame, letting out moans the whole time as she cocked her head back to savor the moment. It was then that everything came flooding back…

“Oh right! I’m Speedy Specter, the fastest skater and hottest slut in Canterlot~” ~~Rainbow Dash~~ Speedy Specter declared, laughing to herself as she slapped her own tits. It was good to finally have a body all on her own to parade and flaunt! All that she needed to do was take it for a test drive. Luckily, she reached between her now large cleavage and whipped out the cracked phone that had dropped during her possession, and flipped through the pictures and contacts. “So many to choose from… I wonder who I should try first…~”

Day 2: Fluttershy

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS: BODY CONTROL, PUPPETEERING, DOLL TF, AND BIMBO PROPORTIONS

Day 2: Fluttershy

Fluttershy paced about in a panic. She was having a difficult time thinking of a good present for Tree Hugger, and it was becoming more and more difficult to think of one as the days ticked on. Of course, when asked, Tree Hugger simply said “Whatever vibes well.” For once, Fluttershy was at a bit of a loss, so consulted on possibly handcrafting something. As she was looking through the library for books that could help her pick out the perfect tool, a particular one caught her eye. It was big, had a leather cover, and glistened a bit from the gold decorating the whole. Curiously, she took it and inspected the cover:

“Tome of… Tantabus…” She mumbled to herself. “Mysteries…? Doesn’t seem like I could make use of it… But…”

As much as she wanted to dismiss it, something in her head told her to look inside, to see if maybe, there was something that could help her. It didn’t take much convincing of herself to sit down and crack open the book. Inside, there was surely something that could help her, or at least point her in the right direction…

The first page she turned to was an immediate jackpot, as she was met with a picture of a large dollhouse with a person drawn to scale. The story told of a factory run by an eccentric woman who loved dolls, puppets and toys more than anything, and would recount how she made a toy factory to resemble her ideal dollhouse. It thrived for some time, but with her passing suddenly, the factory couldn’t make dolls with the same spark and energy, and so gradually went out of business. It stood tall in Canterlot’s industrial district as a monument to the woman who helped spark business up to that point.

With this came a rumor, though, that the factory still had life within it, and one could find their perfect toy hidden at the top floor of the factory. All they would need to do was enter at night when the moon rises with only a candle. If they followed the faded path up to the top floor by the time their candle burned out, they would receive their perfect toy. Fail, and they would… Need to restart the ritual back at the front of the factory. There was no real sign of harm that came from it, only that the door wouldn’t open. Only one line seemed off.

Don’t be possessed to light your path until you return to the start, lest you be tangled in strings of fate.

It didn’t say why, just… Said this. It didn’t make sense, but at that point, Fluttershy was more anxious about the sound of the story than what the ending was about. Even if it wasn’t a particularly scary story, the thought of going out at night into an abandoned factory just seemed to shake her. Then, Fluttershy recalled her own past courage, and took a breath. She pumped her fists in the air and promised to herself that she’d be brave, for Tree Hugger!

~~~

The factory was just as intimidating as she expected, with the pastel building slowly towering over her. Even with the sunset keeping the bright colors lit, there was something about walking into it when it was dark that made her feel uneased. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to be busy. Rainbow had to go to some hill, Twilight was visiting a house to research, Rarity was searching for inspiration… She sighed before slapping her own cheeks lightly.

“No turning back,” she declared as the sun slowly vanished, giving way for the moon to appear. “You can do this. You’re a brave girl. You’re brave. You’re brave.”

She murmured this to herself over and over, checking her phone for the time before putting it away in her car. Nothing but her keys and the candle were coming with her. Closing her eyes, taking one more breath, and then opening them once more, she lit her candle and stepped forward. The perfect gift… The perfect gift…

The front door gave no resistance to her as she pushed it open, her eyes scanning her surroundings. Nothing but toys, scattered across the hallway. It was such a strange place, looking around from room to room. It did resemble a big dollhouse, with workstations to make toys. They must have all been hand-crafted toys, with a conveyer belt to receive parts. Even if she was shaking like a leaf, she was fascinated by it all.

So, the toys were finished on the bottom floor… I see… She thought as she followed the faded line on the floor. The ritual said never to stray from it, and to not rush. The second one made sense. If she ran too fast in this darkness, she could get hurt, and the candle could go out. She hummed as she walked, her anxiety fading with every step she took.

You know, I was expecting it to be a lot scarier. She thought as she made it to the second floor, a small smile spreading on her face. Maybe, I’ll be able to make it-

crreeeeeaaak…

“Ahhh!!!”

The sounds of creaking behind her and the rush of cold wind sent Fluttershy in the air, her grip loosening on the candle and causing it to go out the moment it hit the ground. When Fluttershy looked back, moonlight illuminated the open window, which had been blown open by a stiff breeze and left it creaking behind her. Fluttershy put her hand to her heart, smiling in relief. Still, she failed the ritual, and the place around her was very, very dark, so dark that she could barely see the stairs.

“Oh, dear… Just gotta… Find…” Fluttershy mumbled to herself, slowly moving her hand down to try and find her candle. “Where is it…? I-I swear it dropped here…!”

Panic started to fill her as she fumbled around, but every time she felt like she had it, it was just some doll part or broken toy. It was during this panic that her memory lapsed, and pulled out the lighter she used to see where the candle fell. With a single spark, the light filled the room, filling Fluttershy with comfort, both with being able to see, and finally spotting the candle.

“There you are…”

She gingerly reached out to grab the candle with her free hand, a smile on her face. She was ready to try again, to get this ritual over, and give Tree Hugger her present. Then, she noticed a glint in the air, just above her wrist. Is that a spider we-

“W-Woah!!”

Suddenly, Fluttershy’s hands were forced up in the air by her wrists, her grip’s control completely vanished. “W-What’s going oooon??” She yelped in fright as she tried tugging at her arms, only for them to swirl around before being held out in front of her. Fear now took hold of her as she tried moving her head, only to find that all she could do was move her eyes and mouth. After what felt like an eternity of struggling to pilot herself, her legs finally responded, and began moving…

Away from the stairs and deeper into the factory.

“N-No, wrong way!” Fluttershy whined as she struggled against her own body. “I need to leeeeeave!”

As her body marched forward with arms outstretched, she was soon inside a room that resembled a massive dressing room. Shelves and drawers lined the walls while coated in dust, and mirrors showing Fluttershy’s current uncontrollable state occupied one wall. However, it was during this that she finally saw those lines on her limbs. It was like… Strings. And the strings, seemed to be connected by something, something small and-

“YIPE!!”

She didn’t get a chance to see just what it was that was controlling her, as she was suddenly turned around and made to stand up straight. At first, silence suffocated the room, giving Fluttershy just enough of a chance to feel relieved before being startled by the wardrobes slamming open all at once. The sound of a low hum filled the air as light suddenly came down on where she stood, and without hesitation, her body began arching in a sultry manner as her hands slowly unbuttoned themselves.

N-No way… Fluttershy’s eyes widened as she watched herself slowly undo her skirt before allowing it to fall to the ground, waving her butt back and forth before giving it a slap. She squeaked, her face red with utter embarrassment as she gripped her cheeks and squeezed them, sliding underneath her panties before sliding them off. She couldn’t think of anything she could do, barring letting out a cry for help. She opened her mouth, and…

SQUELCH!

Suddenly, Fluttershy found her ass stretching wide as something big and slimy slid right in. Her mouth hung open, unable to utter anything as it slid in and squirmed within her. Then, her mouth began moving.

“My butt looks so cute! It needs something sexy to show this off!”

Her eyes widened. Suddenly, her mouth was betraying her, giving a big smile as she began slowly kicking off her shoes and socks and slowly hoisting up her shirt. “So stuffy and modest… And with these things?”

Fluttershy squeaked internally as her ample breasts bounced free of their cloth prisons. She never liked showing them off, it always made her feel so embarrassed. Now, she was grabbing hold of them with a perverted grin, giving them bounces and shakes as if she were just second wind to her. “Ohhh yeah, these puppies need more than a sweater~ Let’s get this doll a cute outfit~!”

The dresses that floated in the darkness soon came into the spotlight before being flicked away. Each of these dresses, despite being locked away for who knows how long, looked freshly sown. If it weren’t for how perverted they were, Fluttershy would’ve suspected Rarity had made them. Rarity, though, would never make dresses with skirts so tiny, with plenty of cleavage, or with such shiny material that looked like she couldn’t even fit in them. Each outfit had Fluttershy so humiliated in seeing them, and yet her smile remained.

Soon, the ghost puppeting the girl had made its decision: a pink-and-yellow frilly, sexualized version of a Victorian dress, with skirt barely able to hide the pink thong and with ample cleavage exposed. Fluttershy stood, totally mortified on the inside while her body posed sluttily, blowing kisses as she leaned in and shook her tits from side to side. “Mmmm, such a hot looking toy I am now~”

“S-Stop! You’re not- I-I mean, I’m not a toy!

“Ehhh?” “Fluttershy” stood as she rolled her eyes. “Well, of course you aren’t one yet! All of this was just to get you ready for the fun part, silly~!”

“... Y-Yet…?”

Suddenly, Fluttershy yelped in her mind as she felt something push into her back. Her body smirked and looked behind her, and both could see a huge wind-up key, one befitting a toy, sticking out of her back.

“W-What is-”

“What’s this? Oh, just something you’ll find will make your time as the perfect toy even better~ With this, everything will be perfect, and Mama will take care of what you do from now on…”

“W-W-Wait, no! Don’t! I promise I’ll l-EEEEEEEE~!”

Fluttershy’s protests did little to convince the ghost in her, as two more pairs of ghostly hands grabbed hold of the key and gave one solid turn. Suddenly Fluttershy’s limbs snapped up straight as if the flesh had suddenly tightened up, and the poor young lady’s mind was left with an indescribable sensation. It was something she never felt, a squeezing on her synapses that didn’t feel what she could describe as bad… Even though, this definitely was! This was very bad! She needed to break free before it-

A turn, and Fluttershy’s eyes widened as it happened again. This time, it made her tingle all over, her body assuming an even more stationary position as her hands folded upward. Her smile felt a bit more put in place and even harder to move. It wasn’t easy to think, but it did feel nice… Even so, she needed to get out-!

A turn again, and this time something new happened. Her breasts suddenly inflated, exposing tons of perfect yellow titflesh. She swore though, that from her peripheral vision, her breasts looked more shiny than before-

Another turn, and this time, her joints began to feel… Different. It wasn’t clear how she could describe it. It was hard to focus on wording when her head felt so light, so… Empty-

Turn. Turn. Turn. Turn.

~~~

Dawn soon rose on the factory, sunlight breaking through and exposing the colors of the toy factory. From it, the doors would open as a tall, shiny figure slowly walked out. She moved stiffly, as if she were moving around on sticks, hands and legs swinging about in perfect motion. Her enormous breasts swung from side to side, seemingly soft but also shiny. On top of that, her ass had a perfect bounce to it, swishing from side to side in perfect lockstep with the rest of her body. It almost acted like a pendulum moving from side to side, threatening to entrance anyone who dared to gaze her way. Those breasts and buttocks were barely covered by a very skimpy dress more akin to a slutty porcelain doll than a person, and it was an apt comparison, considering what flesh was exposed seemed to have a glossy finish to it. But Fluttershy didn’t show any shame. All she did was smile as she marched to her car, wind-up key in hand.

“I. Just. Know. That. Tree. Hug. Er. Will. Love. This. Gift…” She said stiffly, her head swinging to the side slightly before it quickly stiffened up. No one quite knows what happened, but if one looked closely, they might have been able to see the glint of strings tied around Fluttershy’s limbs…

Day 3: Applejack

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS: MUMMY TF, FEMINIZATION, HIP AND ASS EXPANSION, AND FTM TF!!

Day 3: Applejack

“What do ya reckon, Big Mac? Serious?”

“Eeeyup.”

“Reckon ah should look into it?”

“Eeeyup.”

The eldest of the Apple siblings were currently discussing the situation regarding their latest orchard expansion. During the digging process, Applejack managed to unearth a piece of stone, one that looked far more intricate than any layer of cobblestone. Rather, it was some carved tablet, chipped in with symbols that neither of them quite understood. What made it more bizarre was the color. Applejack had dug up plenty of rocks in the past, all of them had their own colors. Grey, brown, tan, even green and a bit of gold once. Pink, pink was a new one. It was something new.

“Hang on a sec, Big Mac. Ah’m gonna go and give Twi a call…” She murmured as she took some steps away from the dig site and pulled out her phone. She wanted to call Sunset, but unfortunately, she was out for the week, and if this were a magical emergency, then it was important she get it sorted ASAP. Twilight was the second best for that, given she had a mind matching Sunset’s.

As she waited for the call, though, Big Mac would stand around, looking out at the horizon. It was nice to just take in the view, get a breath in or two and clear his mind of everything… Just admire the colors of things… Like the rock… It was pretty… He blinked a bit and shook his head. Weird thought, but it was probably him zoning out a bit. Kind of a weird thought for him to have, but he was secure in his own masculinity to admire something’s color. Yeah… It was a pretty color… Something to just… Look at for a while… Zone out…

Eventually, Twilight picked up the phone, her voice immediately pitching up in excitement the moment she heard what Applejack said. “Are you serious?? That has to be some crazy coincidence! I just read a passage from a book talking about the mysteries of Canterlot!! Maybe… It’s something in there?”

Mysteries of Canterlot, huh?” Applejack rubbed her chin, looking back at the slab and then turning forward once more. “Ah didn’t reckon this city havin’ much mystery ‘bout it… But, with that Camp Everfree thing, maybe ya’ll got a point… Think ya can come an’ help us with this here situation?”

“Oh, I really want to, but I’m in a bit of a bind myself…” She groaned. “The mystery I’m looking into is time sensitive. I might not get another chance for a while! But, maybe if you go back to the library, you’ll find it! I found it holed up in the back, near the more esoteric collection of works.”

“Uhuh…”

“It’s a big leather book with gold trimming and lettering on the front. You can’t miss it!” She then gasped as her voice got quiet. “Hey, Spike! Get me more batteries from my drawer! I’ll let you know how it goes when I head over to help tomorrow, Applejack!”

“Heh, alrighty, Twi. See ya then,” Applejack nodded before hanging it up. That wasn’t the most helpful, but she felt like she got something out of that. Still, even if she was going to have to wait, looking into this thing might be important. Ah should head to the library, she nodded to herself, rationalizing that it was better to be prepared for tomorrow. She turned back to Big Mac, who seemed to have been staring at nothing. “Hey, Big Mac!!”

“Gaaaah!” Big Mac snapped out of his seeming daydreaming, looking around in confusion before blinking at Applejack. “E-Eeyup?”

“Ah’m gonna head over to the library, see what ah can find. Shouldn’t be too long. Think ya can move this here thing to the shed? Keep it outta anyone’s hands, like Granny ‘er Apple Bloom?”

“E-Eeyup…” He nodded, rubbing his eyes.

“Heh, alright. Try not tah sleep too much after!” She laughed, slapping him on the back before turning and walking off. Big Mac was left alone, with the hole, and the slab. The pretty slab. The pretty slab that he had to put someplace safe. Someplace… Private… Just him and the slab… Yes…

He took the slab from the hole without a word and without prompting, began walking in a direction. He never took his eyes away from those symbols, some taking on heart shapes with spirals in them. It was like those spirals twisted about, yet that was just silly. Carvings couldn’t move. Some of the symbols looked almost like people. Looking so feminine, yet… With something noticeable down there. It was so strange just how enamored he was by it. So strange that he couldn’t look away, no matter how hard he tried…

As he wandered, he felt a tightness in his pants, something that caused him to shift with every step he took. But he didn’t see it as a problem. Rather, something in his head told him it was a good thing. He needed to keep following the pleasure. Keep following his cock, and stop using his brain. It was so easy to do, just listening to his bulge and letting it take him where he needed to go while he just watched the pretty shapes… The pretty, colorful…

“WOAH!!!”

All his tranced out bliss was cut abruptly when he took one step forward and soon found himself plummeting down a hole that he swore wasn’t there before. He recalled every hole he dug and he swore that he didn’t dig it!... Right? Even as he fell, his head was so fuzzy, a mix of bliss and adrenaline making the ultimate cognitive dampening until finally, he hit the ground.

Luckily, the ground was soft, plenty soft to absorb his fall and not break the tablet he was holding. Unluckily, that fall was plenty deep, and as he recovered and looked up from the ground, he realized that he was in a bit of a bind until Applejack got back.

… Shoulda brought mah phone… he thought as he picked himself up, looking around in total confusion. The ground wasn’t the only thing that seemed soft, it seemed. Everything around him looked to be constructed in soft, pastel coloring, mixed with a lot of pink. Of course, it was hard to discern fully just because of how dimly lit it was inside. Thankfully, small torches showed him just enough that he wasn’t in any risk of running into walls. He subconsciously gripped onto the tablet as he ventured further, wondering if there was a way out through the door that sat in front of him.

It looked to be made of the same material as the tablet, and much like the tablet, it had symbols carved in it that seemed… Just lovely to look at… Whispers echoed in his mind as he ever so slightly nodded his head. It all made sense. He needed to… Make it all whole… And return the slab…

He took slow steps forward, hands outstretched with the slab still gripped tight. Everything that he was doing made perfect sense. This needed to be put back. The door needed to be made whole. He had the part to put it there. Maybe on the other side, he’d be free… Yes… Set free… By making the door whole…

The pink slab slid in perfectly, the cracks that once formed glowing before becoming sealed up, leaving the door as new as if it were carved yesterday. A feeling of accomplishment filled Big Mac as he pushed the door open to be free. He didn’t know why he knew this, but he could intuit that somewhere, down this dark hallway, freedom lied…

The darkened hall slowly lit up with unlit torches soon burning a pink flame. Not that he needed it. He could see where he needed to go. His freedom. It was right in front of him, a pink-and-gold sarcophagus, just like the voices had said there’d be.

Right as he stepped up to it, the sarcophagus emitted an eerie creaking sound as it slowly opened up. Towering over him was a curvaceous form wrapped in pink bandages that shimmered like ribbons and donning a shiny gold mask. Slowly, those hands reached out towards him, becoming him to step into that embrace.

Join… Mommy…

~~~

“Ya sure ya can’t help, Twi?” Applejack spoke as she parked in the library parking lot.

“Sorry, Applejack. I’m already on my own little research assignment and the timing is quite sensitive. Still, I think if my suspicions are right, that book might have the details.”

“What makes ya so confident?”

“The house I was looking for is right in front of me… I’m gonna have to stake it out for a while…” She sighed as the sounds of a seat being pulled back was heard. “Still, just take any pictures of the book and head back. I tried bringing the book with me, but the librarian refused.”

“Figures…” The farmer sighed as she stepped out of the truck and into the library. “Ah’ll let ya know how things go. Good luck.”

“You two, Applejack.”

Hanging up, Applejack moved swiftly to the back of the library, to the section and shelf that Twilight told her about. Sure enough, the book that she was looking for was there, a giant leather bound tome with gold trimming and Tome of Tantabus in big gold lettering at the front. Jackpot. She wasted no time in opening and flipping through the book for any pictures that looked like that pink slab. It didn’t take her long to find her answer.

The Temple of Mum’sses. Long ago, in times long forgotten, there’d been whispers of a kingdom where all in its domain were effeminate, even the males. A temple of hedonistic art and culture, the feminine kingdom was known for being a popular place that even the great kings once arrived, and all would bow under the might of its pharoah, a woman by the name of Mum’sses. Her voice could command all, bending them to her will and allowing her to change them to her will. Some say she’d made dealings with the gods for this power, others saying she’d always had this ability. Some even speculated that she was a divine creature who decided to plant her influence in defiance to the will of the heavens.

Regardless of the origins, it was a power that some eventually grew weary of. In a conjoined collaboration, they’d taken Mum’sses out of the picture and with it, her kingdom. But while the kingdom fell, the influence of Mum’sses remained. Whispers came from the tomb, and all who dared listen would emerge twisted in feminine ways, smiling and murmuring sweet words of their queen. Soon, a cult formed around Mum’sses, moving the sarcophagus about in secret even as the legend of Mum’sses turned to dust. They would always be in the shadows, recruiting and moving about, making more and more changes. The last known hidden temple was within a forest of Canterlot, wherein the cult would face a mysterious end, and whose door was broken to prevent the mummy’s influence from spreading any further. Even still, it was said that as they moved to bury it, that slab still whispered in their ears, attempting to influence them before they sealed away the force for good…

After reading through all of the tale, Applejack’s eyes were as wide as saucers. As much as it seemed far-fetched, it had some points that seemed a bit too convenient to be a coincidence. Worst of all, if it was correct, that meant that she’d just left the hypnotic slab with her brother out in the open.

“... Aw, heck…” Applejack mumbled before slamming the book closed, shoving it back in place, and rushing out to the sounds of shushing aimed at her, which she dutifully ignored. She focused more on hopping in her truck and making a mad dash for the farm.

The first thing that tipped her off that something was wrong was the pink mist that was gradually creeping in. It was barely noticeable from a distance once she arrived, but she figured it was better safe and sorry and strapped her mouth up with a bandana before venturing back towards the dig site.

Ah dunno why ah’m headin’ this way… She tried to rationalize to herself as she walked forth. Big Mac probably put it in the barn, away from everyone. Ain’t no way he stayed too close to it…

Even this couldn’t dissuade her doubt, as she still kept walking towards the original founding spot of the slab, and while it wasn’t there, the fog was certainly getting thicker. This got her out of that mindset of lying to herself about the reality. Big Mac was probably in trouble, and she was going to need to find him and get him out. Stealing her resolve, she pressed on with little fear.

She’d come across the source of the pink mist, a large hole which definitely wasn’t there before. They checked for sinkholes and she was sure this wasn’t there. In her own rationalization, this meant it must’ve been some kind of magic from that slab. Gotta focus… She thought as she tied down a stake with a rope attached and threw down the line. At the very least, she wouldn’t need to fall to descend.

As she eventually descended into the hole and hit the bottom with more ease than her brother, she took a gander at her surroundings and noticed the soft, dark pastel look of everything, little light able to illuminate everything as she tried to see through the fog. Although she couldn’t parse much of the details, she at least got a look at the fog’s source: The large door, left cracked open which she could easily fit through!

Upon entering, she was met with a shocking sight: A woman, easily a couple heads taller than Big Mac, looming beside her sarcophagus, jet black skin and whitened eyes wrapped up in silky pink bandages as she hummed to herself. It didn’t take her long to spot Applejack.

Hello, sweetie… Care to join us in a wonderful time together…? It whispered in a soft, seductive tone, shifting slightly to face the farmer who growled and assumed a defensive stance.

“Ah dunno what kinda game yer playin’, but ah want no part of it!” She growled back at the busty monster. “Now where’s mah brother??”

“Brother…?” The mummy tilted her head in confusion, manicured nail poking at her cheek before snapping her fingers. “Ah! That cutie who freed me is your brother…! I should have guessed… Hehehe, well, no need to worry. He’s somewhere safe…”

Mum’sses patted the sarcophagus, causing Applejack to rush forward in an attempt to fight the monster. She wasn’t going to let her brother stay trapped in that fancy box! She threw a mighty kick towards the monster…

And it was suddenly stopped midair, frozen inches from the motherly monster. “W-What in tarnation??” She shouted, struggling against the sudden force stopping her kick. When looking back at her leg, she found that it had been bound in a pink, silky bandage coming out of a small opening in the sarcophagus.

“Oh, wonderful…! He’s ready…~” Mum’sses giggled and clapped, slowly opening the sarcophagus. It looked like it took an immense amount of strength, with the sound of immense groaning as if trying to displace a boulder. Once it was opened, Applejack caught sight of its contents: another mummy, easily up to the hips of Mum’sses, with long, blonde hair and swirly pink eyes being the only visible parts of the body that weren’t wrapped in pink bandages. Even his crotch was bound in some kind of gold-plated codpiece, displaying a circular bulge. One of those bindings was gripped in Big Mac’s arm, the source that stopped Applejack’s kick in her hands.

“B-Big Mac! Snap outta it!!” She shouted, trying to pull her foot free only to find the bandage snaking up her leg.

Mum’sses let out a seductive giggle. “‘Big Mac’ isn’t home anymore… Now, there’s just my sweet femboi mummy… Isn’t he perfect?... So soft, so girly, so… Obedient…~”

“Rrrgh, you put my brother back or ah swear, ah’ll-MMMM!!” Applejack’s shouts of protests were quickly silenced as her mouth was suddenly bound in bandages, along with the rest of her body. She couldn’t even hope to escape, the bindings moving faster than she could react. Before long, she was left totally encased in pink silk, wriggling in place while trying not to fall forward. With no other thoughts than to escape now, she began trying to hop away from the scene, with thoughts of trying to fill the hole somehow.

“Oh, where do you think you’re going…?” Mum’sses cooed as she grabbed Applejack and pulled the girl into her ample cleavage. Grinning behind her bandages as she felt Applejack squirm between her tits, she began to slowly stroke the head of the girl before pulling her gaze up to meet her own. “There’s no need to leave… Plenty of room to play… Mum’sses needs more cuties…”

Applejack did her best to resist the sudden tugging of her body and tried to pull away, but the moment her eyes met Mum’sses, her fate had been sealed. Those solid pink eyes were so entrancing, so easy to get lost in, her body gradually began to forget to struggle. She squirmed less and less, her angry eyes softening as the irises gradually shifted pink, then to pink spirals. Soon, the whole of her eyes had become soft pink spirals, matching Big Mac’s to a T.

With a giggle in triumph, Mum’sses gave her newest addition a soft kiss on the head before shoving her in the now empty sarcophagus and slamming it shut. Now, just wait in there for a while, sweetie. You’ll be ready very very soon…~

Applejack wasn’t sure how long she was inside the sarcophagus. Minutes, hours, days, years? Time had no meaning in there. Total darkness and silence made her feel as if she were trapped within a void, one which slowly warped her mind as the spirals in her mind bore their way through and gradually softened her mind for Mummy’s hypnotic suggestions. She wasn’t bad. She was good. A good boi. Good bois listened to their mummies. And she… She? was good.

Applejack shifted a bit, confused. Wasn’t she… A girl? Was she? Or was he? Her mind squirmed, feeling like a pressure was pushing down on her head. Everything was so confusing. She… He… Didn’t understand. She could feel his hips brushing against the sarcophagus. Was it always like that?

Of course. Good bois had fat hips, and he was a good boi. That… Made sense. He nodded slowly, giving more ground to that lovely, motherly voice in his head. Even then, something didn’t make sense. Applejack… Was a girl, right? And then, a feeling of something warm hit her crotch. Something was pushing out of her, soft, girly moans coming out as arousal shot through her body. Soon, something else was poking the walls of the sarcophagus, his big femboi cock for mummy to play with. That was why it was always wrapped up.

W-Wrapped up… The sissifying farmer thought before feeling something warm dip across her cock and balls, more moans escaping as they shifted and warped. Soon, it was nothing more than a golden bulge, mummy’s golden bulge. After all, Applejack was mummy’s good femboi mummy…

The sarcophagus would open slowly, and Jaccy was met with his mummy and sissy brother. He’d become the same size as Maccy, matching in blonde hair, hip size, and golden bulge. They were practically identical, right down to their effeminate voices.

Mum’sses grinned wider than ever behind her bandages, squirming in delight as she gave a groping hug to her new servant, hands squeezing those fat boi cheeks. “Ohhh, you look perfect~ Just think of all the fun I’ll be having with you…~”

“Yeees, mummy…” Jaccy moaned cutely, instinctively humping his bulge against Mum’sses soft thighs and earning a giggle from the mummy herself.

“My my, so eager…~” Mum’sses giggled, slapping Jaccy’s fat ass. “But play time will have to wait… Mum’sses wants to add just a bit more to her family… You’ll help, won’t you, sweetie…~?”

“Yes, mummy… Make a big… Family…” Jaccy obediently nodded, turning around and marching with arms outstretched. Maccy followed right behind, the twin sissy mummies guiding Mum’sses to the hole in the temple, and the rope that led up to the surface, a welcome to the MILF mummy to the surface and to a whole host of people ready to join her family…

Day 4: Pinkie

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS: DEMON TF, FUTA TF, MIND CONTROL, 4TH WALL BREAKING AND CANDY BONDAGE

Day 4: Pinkie

“Hmmm… Nope! Nope… Oooo, maybe… Nah~”

Pinkie hummed as she flipped through one of many cookbooks through the library. She wasn’t one to intuit baking from books for her passion, but she wanted to do something special for her extra fun Halloween party! She wanted to try something different that everyone would like, but the last time she had that, she had an apple-strawberry-pickle-salad-milkshake-crepe-cake, and the others… Weren’t the biggest fan of that.

“Wait!” Pinkie suddenly shot up, a big smile on her face.

“Shhh!”

“S-Sorry…!” Pinkie winced and giggled as the librarian glared at her, turning back to the section labeled “Oddities”. This was always a good place to look for something new. Occasionally, one of these old books would have a weird recipe that she experimented with to get a good idea! It worked in the past, so why not now? Her eyes scanned the different books, when her gaze came upon the largest at the top, jutting out. Pure leather, gold trim, it screamed super spooky and not something to be touched…

“Perfect!” She decreed as she hoisted the book up before leaping off the ladder onto a nearby chair. She completely bypassed the cover, flipping through pages with a hum for anything that resembled a recipe. It was weird though, it was like the book was kinda fighting her, as if the pages were trying to move on their own? Eventually, the page flipping stopped not at a recipe, but a story…

“The Diaries of D’Lish…” Pinkie spoke with a curious tone as her eyes slowly ran across the lines. According to the account, there was once a bookstore in Canterlot which housed all kinds of mysterious and interesting books that could “make all your dreams come true”. Well, at least according to them. There was quite a lot of praise for those who dared to try this store, and the books the owners treasured more than ever were the Diaries of D’Lish. Seven different recipe books which could reportedly grant the wishes of anyone who created these dishes.

However, it soon turned out that this bookstore was more than just a place of literature: It was a cult’s homebase. In it, the Cult of D’lish would meet, planning towards the summoning of their demon mistress to sow chaos in the world. They had become so close to victory when their ritual was stopped by a pair of plucky college sisters, sending the cult through the portal and leaving the store abandoned. The books were locked away in the basement, never to be heard from again…

“Oooo… That’s pretty neat!” Pinkie giggled, sitting up in excitement at the engaging story she just read only to shrink back down from another loud shush by the librarian. It was then that something caught her train of thought. “Hmmm… Abandoned… Wait, wasn’t there an abandoned bookstore in the city…? The one that no one bothers replacing! Yeah! Maybe that’s it?”

Pinkie now knew what she was going to do today. Urban exploration for some new recipes! In the mind of anyone sane, this would be a horrible idea.

“But Not my mind~” Pinkie giggled at the author with a wink.

“SHHH!!”

~~~

Pinkie arrived at the rumored location, the old abandoned bookstore. It still had that fine wood look, even if the wood was mostly rotted away. Pinkie took note of the burn marks on the wood as she ventured in without a second thought, humming a cheery tune the whole way as she looked through the shelves at the many books on offer. If she could, she’d maybe find something useful for fun!

Sadly, most of the books seemed to have the structural integrity of no-ply gas station toilet paper, and the ones that didn’t simply weren’t legible.

“Booo…” She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. “You just don’t want me to have all the fun stories to myself!”

The pink girl didn’t realize that the story needed to progress, even as she was moving towards the first of many locked doors. Chains held it in place, and despite the rest of the place looking ancient, these doors were sturdy and not about to give way any day.

“Awww, beans…” Pinkie sighed with a shrug. “Guess I gotta look somewhere else!”

She would say this, despite knowing she had means to get in, just to get under the skin of the author.

“Well, if someone just went to bed, then I wouldn’t be needing to walk away from a potentially fun plot development!”

She retorted, not realizing that 3 in the morning was the perfect time to write even on school nights.

“Go to sleep, or I’m going to get this story banned by breaking every one of Fimfiction’s rules!”

Okay, fine. Jeez…

“Thank you!” Pinkie smiled and turned back to the door to pick at it, humming a lullaby to put the author to sleep.

By the time the author had awoken, Pinkie had already picked her way through the several locks and sidestepped any traps that they could have done, and she stood in front of the door with a face that could only be described as smug beyond measure. Indignantly, the door slowly crept open, revealing a room that was scarred by some kind of explosion. Burn marks centered around the room, shelves splintered and scattered the contents away from the blast radius, and at the far end of the room stood a large safe, the only thing standing after what was no doubt a climactic encounter.

“Welp! Let’s see these diary thingies!” Pinkie said, largely ignoring the scene and skipping straight to the safe. Despite the warning signs, she was eager to have new recipes. As she approached, she looked at the safe tumbler with a hum. Snapping her fingers, she produced a stethoscope and listened in as she very carefully turned the tumbler. Click, click, click, and the door was opened.

“Piece of cake~!” Pinkie giggled before spacing off. “Mmmm… Cake… Moist, juicy… Oh! Right, the diaries!”

Quickly, she opened up the safe, where 7 books rested, bound in string. She ever so gingerly snagged them in one quick scoop, smiling wide. “Hehehe, time to make me some tasty, spooky snacks!”

~~~

The books were quite interesting reads, actually being diaries of this D’Lish guy as he worked to make the tastiest desserts in the world. Every so often, a recipe was offered, more and more elaborate and decadent than the last. Trying to pick which one to try was becoming tougher for Pinkie, now saddled with too many fun options.

Eventually, she settled to start with one “No-Bake Red Devil’s Broodcake”, what looked like a mix of red velvet and devil’s food cake. She nodded to herself with a big smile. “Alright! Time to see how this tastes on its own first!” She declared, pumping her fists in the air.

She began gathering up as many ingredients as possible. It was all standard stuff, sugar, flour, the richest chocolate she could get her hands on, just a tiiiiny bit of goat blood. Pretty basic in her eyes. Then, it began talking about things like “A memory of sweeter times”, a “essence of a bitter rivalry”, and “proof of fiery passion”. She hummed to herself in thought, looking around for anything that could fit that description. A photo of her with her sisters, a medal she won the baking competition against Crystal Prep, one of her extensive personal profiles.

More and more it asked, and the weirdest part was how it all blended together with ease. She wondered idly what was going to come out of this, especially when there were no instructions on preheating or even bringing anything to a boil! Instead, the recipe called for Pinkie to pour the contents into a large greased cupcake container, then draw a pattern around it in bone dust. Once the candles were set up and lit, the final step that she needed to follow was a simple rhyming chant while holding out her hands. After reading it a couple times, she took a quick breath, held out her hands, and declared.

“Tasty is the batter blended,”

“While my desires have descended,”

“Make my pact-ries sinfully sweet,”

“And curse this treat with rising heat!”

The moment she threw her hands to the sky, a blaze erupted from the circle, engulfing the flame and leaving Pinkie stunned. However, once the pillar of fire died away, what remained was not a charred mess like what a normal person would expect, but a large red cupcake topped with equally red icing and shiny pearl sprinkles. It even came with tiny horns

“Oooo!” Pinkie declared, leaning in as she gave the cupcake a poke. Sure enough, it felt like it was freshly baked and smelled absolutely delicious. It had that cakey smelly that mixed with that chocolate that she had, making her body shiver in delight. “S-Soooo, good…~ A-And if it smells this good, I bet it’s gonna taste even better!”

Without a second thought, she swiped hold of it and gave it one more look to admire her handiwork. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth to pop it in…

“Hahahaha…”

“Huh?” Pinkie paused and looked around as the sound of an ethereal chuckle filled the air. With a shrug, she turned back to her cupcake. That was when she noticed that the steam from her freshly baked treat was a deep red, and it was slowly forming a cloud that grew and grew as it floated upward. Soon, that cloud formed itself into a humanoid shape, and that cloud solidified into a tall, floating ruby red woman with long horns, bat wings, a spade tail, large, soft curves, and a massive set of cock and balls.

“Ahhh~! Finally freeee~!” The flying woman shouted as she stretched. “Ohhh yes, it feels so good being free~”

“Woah, naked lady!” Pinkie shouted, bouncing back in surprise and catching the attention of said lady.

“Hehehe, not just ANY naked lady!” The demon laughed in confidence. “The name’s D’Lish, the great demon chef, and I thank you for summoning me with this delicious pact-ry~”

“Ohhh, like the diaries!”

“... Indeed, like the diaries! Now…” Her face suddenly was inches from Pinkie’s, a coy grin spread across it. “You had a deal to make with me, right~?”

“I did?”

D’Lish nearly stumbled in the air. Did this girl really just bake something from one of HER diaries without realizing what doing so would mean? Quickly regaining composure, she cleared her throat and motioned to the cupcake. “Why yes. You see, this pastry you’ve just created is a special one, a pact-ry. By making one, you have summoned me within your domain in order to grant you wishes beyond your dream. With this delicious broodcake, your wishes of creating confectionaries not seen in this world will come true! But be warned, for doing so will inevitably bind you as one of-!”

CHOMP

chew, chew, chew…

D’Lish froze in place, having looked away as she swept herself up in her own eccentric dialogue. She knew what she was going to see when she turned around, but her mind wouldn’t believe it until she slowly spun back to Pinkie, where she found that the girl had swallowed the cupcake whole and was chewing it down.

“Did… Did you just…” She mumbled with a shaky finger pointed at her summoner. Finally, she let out a sigh of defeat and gave a dismissive wave. “I give up. Go on, eat it. You’ll see what happens. Damn mortals, getting weirder every time…”

With that final grumble, she fizzled out into nothing more than red smoke, leaving Pinkie to watch as she chewed away at the delicious treat in her mouth. “Boy, that floating naked lady was pretty weird!” She declared with a full mouth, swallowing everything down. “Wonder what that was all abo-OOOUUUUT~!”

Pinkie’s knees buckled inwards as she was suddenly met with a strange heat spreading throughout her body, centered around the crotch and spreading further. Her tongue flopped out as she began to pant like a dehydrated dog, and sweat gently poured across her. “W-Was this spicy? I-I-I don’t remember adding anything spicyyy…!”

She gripped onto the counter as she dropped, trying her best to keep herself on her feet, but the heat in her pussy was just building in intensity. Her hips began rocking back and forth, grunting as if trying to force out the heat itself. She couldn’t pass out! She needed to push herself up. She needed to push herself. She needed to push.

“P-Push… Push… Push…” She mumbled, her blue eyes flashing red for a moment while her gaze was on her crotch. Something was in her pussy. She needed to push it OUT. She thrusted over and over in the air, legs becoming spread wide as she panted and panted. That wasn’t the only place that needed pushing, either. She could feel something pushing from her lower back, at the base of her spine, and almost instinctively, she pushed her ass as far back as she could with every windup to her thrusts. Every single time, her ass got fatter, clapping liberally as she was desperate to push out that feeling. So distracted she was with her eyes shut tight that she barely noticed her pink hue becoming darker, losing to a more crimson view.

“S-So… So close… I can feel it… I… Ahhhhhhh~!!!”

With one final thrust, the release she finally craved was upon her, as an enormous cock erupted from her crotch and sprayed jizz all over the kitchen. Cries of pure bliss rang out as her eyes shot open, revealing pitch-black sclera and red irises. Out of her lower back, a spade tail sprung free, curling to a heart as she came over and over, while right above it sprouted a set of batlike wings. Her endless orgasm made it so easy to distract her from these physical changes, even the horns that had sprouted out of the top of her head, and even more so her mind, as it began to be filled with endless recipe spells, more and more a magic that was so delectable, so evil, so beautiful… And it renewed her with a purpose…

Finally, Pinkie collapsed on the ground, her cumming finally subsiding which left most of the kitchen stained in corrupting demon jizz while she slowly recovered. Eventually, she rose to her feet, a sharp-toothed smile spread across her face as she patted her still erect cock with pride.

“Hoo boy~! Now THIS is a transformation I can get behind! Ponying up is cool and all, but I want something SEXY now~! Mmmm, I can’t wait to do my mistress’s bidding and spread delicious evil across the world…” Pinkie cooed seductively as she stretched and posed before stopping in thought. “But first… I should take care of a little errand for Mistress D’Lish…~”

~~~

In the shared home of Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna, the duo were slowly winding down as the night began to rise. Luna was enjoying the company of a good book and a cup of tea, and Celestia was preparing to pass out soon (with a quick raid of the fridge and pantry for some kind of late night snack). Luna looked out the window at the full moon, and smiled at a far off memory from her youth.

“Celestia, do you remember that bookstore when we were young?”

“Hmm?” Celestia poked her head into the room, a slice of sweet bread in her mouth.

Rolling her eyes, Luna clarified. “That bookstore, that had the cult. A silly thought, us having stopped them from doing all that…”

“Mmm, I don’t…” She hummed as she stepped by the window, her eyes suddenly widening with a quick chuckle. “Oh, yes. I remember now. That little adventure. To think, we almost ended up servants to some baker demon. Hard to believe you remember that.”

“Well, no one seemed to remember at all, so no shame in forgetting,” Luna shrugged with a sip. “Just reminiscing is all.”

“Well, as long as it’s that, and not that rebellious gang phase you had with Chryssi,” Celestia snickered as she heard the doorbell ring. She would narrowly dodge a pillow thrown at her by a blushing Luna, who hid her face while her sister checked on who it was that was outside. When looking, she found… No one. All that seemed to be there were two small decorative bags with a pumpkin card attached to each. They’d read “Trick-or-Treat! -Pinkie”, and Celestia simply smiled with a cheeky eye roll. This was far from the first time Pinkie did something like this, but it was nice to at least receive something.

“Here you go, sis,” Celestia said as she tossed one of the bags to Luna. “An apology for the Chryssi comment.”

Huffing, she looked at the small bag’s contents, candy spirals that appeared to be composed of licorice. “What… Are these?”

“It appears Ms. Pie is giving us a little bit of an early Halloween present,” She pulled out her own, sniffing the red ones she’d acquired. “I believe mine are strawberry flavored.”

Luna sniffed one herself. “Black currant. Really, is this some sort of bribe? If I find she’s pulled some Halloween prank, she’ll-!”

“Luna!” Celestia clapped her hands, snapping Luna out of her rant. “Leave work…”

“... At the door…” Luna grumbled before popping the licorice spiral in her mouth alongside her sister. “... Mmmm… Not bad…”

“Indeed,” Celestia smiled. “Such a natural flavor that reallyyyyuuuuuhhhh…”

“Sister?” Luna turned back to Celestia, seeing that her eyes had become red spirals to match the candy she’d just eaten. Hopping to her feet, she rushed over. “Celestia, answer meeeeuuuuuhhhh…”

However, not soon after, Luna’s eyes had turned to black spirals and she lay hunched over and drooling puddles, just like her sister. Neither did anything but stay put as a ghostly giggle seeped in on red smoke from the candies, and out popped the naked demon Pinkie, cock at full mast at the sight.

“Wowie! You ladies sure didn’t have the good sense to accept candy from a stranger huh~? And there’s nothing stranger than me~!” Pinkie giggled with a cute pose, her cock dangling in the principals’ faces as they followed it like a pendulum. “Now, you ladies got a lot to learn if you’re gonna be proper servants of D’Lish from now on! The first… Proper outfits~!”

With sharp claws, she slashed their nightwear to ribbons, leaving them totally exposed as she snapped her fingers and covered them in red smoke. Once dissipated, Celestia and Luna were bound in respective licorice bondage, with large jawbreaker ball gags and chocolate face masks.

“Oooo, yeah…” Pinkie moaned as she stroked her cock while licking her lips, her eyes becoming wider and more sinister. “You two look soooo tasty… I’m gonna have fun with you…~”

With a wave of her hand, the inside of the house began to shift and change. Furniture resembled cakes and candies while also taking on more sexual forms. Candy dildos littered the now colorful walls as demonic symbols written in icing began appearing everywhere. Soon, two of those candy dildos appeared right below the bound and brainwashed sisters.

“Now, sluts! Get to bouncing on those dildo-pops and start devoting every bounce to D’Lish~!” Pinkie shouted, whipping them across the ass with a licorice whip. Quickly, the duo dropped onto the candy dildos, letting out perverted, yet muffled moans with every drop and rise they took. Every time, a bit of their old self chipped away, and in its place was their demon mistress. Their demon mistress, and the Almighty D’Lish…

Day 5: Rarity

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS:
BIMBOFICATION
VAMPIRE TF
LIPPLES

Day 5: Rarity

Absolutely stunning!

The work of a Master!

Worthy of a place in costume history!

These were all things that Rarity hoped to hear at the Halloween Costume Contest once she unveiled her own original costume, a stunning piece that took her well over a month to design, procure the materials, and stitch together. Her name for it? The Mistress of Blood, a frilly yet elegant interpretation of the vampire. She was exhausted by the time she finished, but she was positive that first place would be in the bag.

And then she came home to find Sweetie Belle, in one of her and her friends’ “Let’s figure out what we’ll do in the future” sessions, had accidentally unleashed a lot of stray cats into the house. It would be bad enough if they only left the living room a torn mess, but to Rarity, she could do nothing but scream in horror at what she saw when some had managed to get their way within her private work room. Fabrics torn, design papers ripped, and worst of all, her dress was now ripped in a state that not even a secondhand clothing store would accept it.

After a thorough screaming (which sounded more like the wail of banshees) sent the stray cats and Sweetie Belle fleeing, Rarity was left to cry on the scratched up fainting couch, eating ice cream and confiding in Fluttershy over video call as her makeup ran down her face.

“All that work, all that effort, and all for nooothiiiiiiiing!” Rarity bawled into her phone, blowing her nose as she scarfed down ice cream.

Fluttershy, for her part, was trying her best to remain supportive while also having no idea what to say. “I’m… Really sorry, Rarity. But, surely the damage wasn’t that bad…”

“NOT THAT BAD???” Rarity shouted histrionically, causing Fluttershy to flinch from the shout. She pulled up the torn rags that were now her dress and showed them off. “DOES THIS NOT LOOK BAD TO YOU???”

“Oh… O-Oh my…” Fluttershy shrunk down, watching as Rarity returned to sobbing into her ice cream. She felt helpless to stop this tidal wave of sadness, looking away to try and think of something to say that could lift her spirits. Then, she suddenly remembered. “W-What if you use that book??”

“B-Book…?” Rarity mumbled as she looked up at her phone.

Her friend squeaked as she realized that she just blurted out an answer without even knowing it was worth it. Still, if it was going to help her tonight, then maybe… “W-Well, there’s a book at the library called the Tome of… Tantabus…? I-It’s a big leather book that has legends about Canterlot. I am going to follow one of the stories to find a toy for Tree Hugger tonight. M-Maybe… Maybe you’ll find something useful…?”

“I sincerely doubt it…” Rarity mumbled before cleaning her face gently with a tissue. “However, if the decisions are taking a gamble with an old book or possibly wearing a… Store-bought costume…” She shivered. “I-I suppose it’s worth taking a look at least. Thank you, Fluttershy.”

“Anytime,” Fluttershy said with a warm smile, which Rarity returned. She did feel a bit better, knowing that she had a direction rather than moping at home. Hopefully, this trip to the library would bear some fruit.

~~~

Spending time in the library would find her looking through the Tome, a book that gave her the impression that the book was older than the town itself. How no one talked about it until now, she wasn’t sure, but she was focused on the core issue: Finding anything that could help her get a new costume or even repair the old one. She expected nothing. What she found was scarily on point.

The Seamstress’s Sapphire. Once belonging to a seamstress whose talent was unparalleled in the old times, she’d been used as the private dressmaker of a duchess as rich as she was abusive and cruel. However, no matter what happened, the seamstress kept on doing her best in making things for her mistress.

Then she’d discovered that the Duchess had been pawning off her work as the royal’s own and making tons more money that she was offered. With no way of disproving it or attempting to get what she felt was her fair share, she escaped the manor with some of her designs in an attempt to find some way to make work. She would find herself lost within an abandoned manor, hunted by the Duchess and her guards. In a last bid, she was offered a way out.

“Make the sacrifice, your mind for power to rule over these fools who took from you…”

And from it, her talent for sewing and all within it was sealed away within a sapphire brooch, and she would become a terrifying creature who took great lengths against her enemies. No one would find their bodies in the manor, and only the sapphire seemed to remain. From there, it would be passed around, bringing good fortune and an ill omen for those who owned it. Disappearances seemed to follow the Seamstress’s Sapphire, and no matter what museum it ended up, it would always be stolen. Rumors circle that it eventually made its home in an old abandoned mansion within the old district of Canterlot, atop the tallest hill.

This is what led Rarity to end up at said mansion at night, armed with pepper spray, a flashlight, and her determination. As much as she didn’t enjoy the thought of going in at night, the book gave a note that the only way to track the brooch was through the moonlight. As vague as that might’ve been, she felt she had no choice but to proceed as planned. Fortunately, there was a full moon on this night, the best way to get as much moonlight as possible, so while she stepped onto the creaky wooden porch of the mansion, she could easily see where she was going with nary a worry of tripping. With steady nerves and a poised expression, she stepped into the manor.

It was certainly as eerie on the inside as it was on the outside, the place only lit by the moonlight, prompting her to pull out her phone and turn on its flashlight. She ventured forth, nervous but eager to find this magical sapphire brooch. She was still unclear on where she was going to find it, and the directions on how to follow the moonlight were far too cryptic for her, so she started on the ground floor, searching every room before moving up to the next. With every room she inspected, she got an odd sense of how… Clean everything looked. The place looked dilapidated, but somehow in a far better state than she expected for an abandoned manor in Old Canterlot. It was as if there was some level of maintenance that was being put on it.

Is someone attempting to sell the house? Rarity pondered as she made her way up the stairs. But then why does it still seem this disheveled? What proper individual would buy a house in this state? Is it a city requirement? But then why keep the manor vacant this long?

The details just didn’t make sense, and it was only making her distracted. She needed to focus on what she was aiming for: The brooch. Fortunately, after what felt like a couple hours of searching, she found herself in the master bedroom, and something about this place seemed… Off. She couldn’t say what, but it just seemed too neat and tidy. Something, or perhaps, someone had been in here.

She scanned the room carefully, ready to make a run the moment she got the brooch. At first, it seemed the room was just as empty as the rest of the manor, another dud that meant that the book was just another fable, a ruse that gave her false hope. Then, she pushed her hand against a stone bust across from the bed.

click!

WHOOSH!

“Waaah!!”

Suddenly, the wall behind Rarity swung around, the ground that she stood on sweeping her and chucking her on the other side, into an extremely dark room with only a small window that aimed down at something in the middle of the room.

Rarity snapped quickly from her daze, looking back at the wall angrily and slammed her fist against it. “How dare you throw me onto the dirty floor, you… You wall!” She huffed angrily before turning back to see if there was anything in this room, cell phone flashlight at the ready…

And there, in the center of the room, lay a dark oak coffin, a beam of moonlight shining down on the heart carved into the lid.

Rarity suppressed the urge to scream at seeing the box, and immediately began regretting the choice in following that stupid book. This was the only thing she had left to check, and she only prayed that it had the brooch and nothing else. She took a deep breath and held it, approaching the coffin and slowly pushed it open. Inside, she did find the brooch…

Attached to the sparkling pink cape of the pale, naked woman lying in the coffin.

Rarity didn't make note of the features on this woman. She was too busy emitting a high-pitched, yet quiet squeal as her shaky hands reached out towards the sapphire. Gingerly, she snatched it off that sparkly cape. Finally! She thought, letting out a sigh of relief, looking up at the brooch in her hand with a smile. Now to get out of this dreadful castle before I get sick or something hap-

"Going somewhere with our brooch, darling?"

Rarity's blood ran cold. That voice didn't come from behind her, but rather right in front of her. Right in the casket. And it wasn't coming from her mouth. What she just noticed was that this woman's nipples were actually plump, pink lips. And worst yet, the woman's eyes shot open.

Now it was time to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

This was the dam that broke, and Rarity’s shrill scream was followed by her leaping back as the woman slowly rose up from her coffin. The moonlight gave a clearer image of this woman as she rose up: crystal white skin, long, flowing blonde hair, eyes shimmering like pink diamonds, and large puffy lips that matched the ones in place of her nipples. Her tits were enormous, bouncing as she came to a stop, and as she rose to her feet, her ass was no smaller. Behind those puffy lips, though, she could see small fangs poking out. She was a bombshell, a beauty, she was…

“V-V-Vampire!”

“Oooo, where?” The main girl gasped, looking around excitedly and thoroughly confusing Rarity. She stepped back, wondering if she could get out without being noticed moving a hand out behind her to try and find the wall that sent her to this place.

“Focus, darling~ Our new toy is trying to escape.”

“Trying to leave so soon~?”

Rarity squeaked as the lipples spoke up, causing the bimbo vampire to snap her head back to the girl with a big smile. She giggled as she sauntered over, hips in a perfect swivel as she leaned forward.

“Hehehe, where ya goin’, cutie~?” She spoke in a bubbly tone. “Don’cha wanna, like, stay ‘n play~?”

“U-U-Ummm… No thank you, darling, I am just here for the brooch…” Rarity stammered, trying to figure out whether to look in her eyes, down at the tits, or looking away. Goodness, is this what it feels like when Fluttershy is struggling with speaking with someone??

“Awww, but that’s, like, mine!” The vamp pouted, her lipples smirking.

“She’s right, you know. You wouldn’t steal from us, would you?”

“Perhaps a little bargain is in order?”

“A-A bargain, you say!” Rarity gulped and kept up a fake smile. “What… Did you have in mind?”

“Well perhaps there’s something you have…”

“Some delicious fluids to fill our-”

“Ooo! How ‘bout a game??” The vampire bounced excitedly, earning a groan from the lipples as they were too slow to actually act. “I, like, don’t get lots of friends to play with!”

Rarity visibly relaxed, hand to her chest as she nodded. “Very well, then. I suppose a simple game would be fine. What would you like to do?”

The bimb-ampire opened her mouth to speak… Then paused and hummed. She thought about it for a while while the two just stood there awkwardly. Then, she snapped her fingers. “Ooo! Ooo! Like, what about a staring contest~? If ya beat me, you can have it! But then ya gotta give it back if you lose!”

Very… Reasonable. Rarity nodded with a smile. “Okay. I agree to your challenge!”

“This boob…” One of the lipples mumbled.

“I thought we were the boobs.”

“Clearly we’re more brains than this ditz.”

“Alright ready? Stare!” And with that, the two locked gazes into each other, staring hard into their eyes. Rarity was confident in this, her determined glare meeting the bimb-ampire’s bright gaze. If she were lucky, the woman would forget what they were doing and leave. All she needed to do was stare into those shimmering, swirling, beautiful… Entrancing… Gaze…

Rarity swayed slightly as she gazed more and more, her eyes widening for a brief second before sinking into a sleepy gaze. Her body hunched over as a wide, goofy smile spread on her face, her face eventually plopping into the tits of the beautiful woman.

“Ehehehe, looks like I totes won, huh~?”

“Y-Yes…~” Rarity mumbled into the cleavage. “You… W-Wiiin…~”

Her lipples went quiet for a bit before they eventually spoke. “You know, I totally forgot she could do that?”

“Is she getting smarter?”

“Maybe, who knows. Either way, time to play~”

The bimb-ampire giggled in excitement, grabbing hold of Rarity’s shirt and ripping it open, snipping at the bra to expose her petite breasts. The lipples licked in excitement as the young woman was pulled in close and kissed by the vampire, wherein the lipples were doing the same to Rarity’s sensitive areola. Moans could be heard through the smooch as the helpless young woman kissed back, her eyes staying locked on the vampire’s gaze and only being entranced more and more. She felt so relaxed, so blissful as she leaned in, returning the kiss as best as she could. It was as if her mind was becoming quieter, less focused on the things that didn’t seem to matter. Dresses, fashion, education, being a prude… All of those things just dripped down, down, down, like the dripping of her own wet snatch…

And as she was kissed, her body would begin changing with her. Her hips widened until the dress ripped off of her body, leaving behind a perfect apple-shaped assthat jiggled with just a little wiggle. Her chest began to grow, swelling and shifting as they expanded. The nipples grew with every slurp of the lipples until soon, they began to morph into a set of their own. Soon, three makeout sessions were occuring while Rarity’s hair began lightening from its radiant violet to a platinum blonde.

By the time the two had separated, Rarity was left panting, pink eyes dizzy as she stared into space with a blank, happy expression. Her vampiric mistress giggled cutely as she rubbed at Rarity’s plush lips and saw the small fangs underneath. “Like, wow~ I did a good job this time, huh~?”

“Hehehe, indeed~” Her lipples confirmed. “But let’s see what she thinks. How do you feel?”

Rarity’s lipples moved to speak in place of Rarity, who was still drifted off in dreamland, the voice sounding like a more seductive version of herself. “Ohhh, marvelous darling~ We didn’t realize just how wonderful it feels to be the tits of naked bimbo vampire~!”

“And we can command this dumb slut to do as we please~ Isn’t that right, slut?”

Rarity blinked and let out a high-pitched giggle. “Rara, like, horny!~ Wanna fuck~?”

“Mmmm, a fuck does sound quite nice…” Rarity’s lipples licked themselves slowly. “What do you say? Care for a session in that lovely coffin of yours~?”

“Oh, absolutely~! We haven’t had a good fuck in a good few decades~”

“That sounds, like, totes awesome~!” The bimbo vampire bounced in delight as she sauntered to her coffin, beckoning Rarity over with a finger and a wink. Rarity giggled and skipped over into the vampiress’s arms, pulling her into a kiss as their lipples did the same. The vampiress pulled her thrall into the coffin with her as the casket’s door slammed shut, their muffled moans echoing out through the room and through the abandoned manor…

Day 6: Twilight

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS:
WEREWOLF TF
BULLY TF
SLIGHT BRAIN DRAIN
WEDGIES

Day 6: Twilight

Twilight Sparkle was not someone who particularly believed in the matter of the supernatural. At least, not until she encountered Sunset and Equestrian magic. That put things into perspective for her, but in a way that was so unexpected and yet totally expected. She made a declaration to study magic and try to get a better understanding of this mysterious new force.

To begin, she began looking through books of the library to see what she could find that could be of any help. Sure, these books were once things that she’d ignore in the past, but now, things were different. Now, she needed to find what was real magic, and what was phony charlatans trying to scam people.

Her first gaze was to a large, leather-bound book kept at the back of the library, surrounded by other books that simply seemed unremarkable. Humming, she snatched the book and observed it. The feel of the leather cover and gold lettering seemed so authentic, and the title only made her more curious.

TOME OF TANTABUS

“Interesting…” She mumbled to herself as she sat down to read it. Grabbing hold of the cover, she moved to open it at the beginning. However, the moment the book was opened by its front cover, it began flipping pages as if possessed. The sight shocked Twilight, and she knew that she had something real on her hands. With a big grin on her face, she looked down at the book as the pages stopped at a new page: The Dawg House. An odd place in the outskirts of Canterlot, it was said to be the home of someone with a love of two things: dogs and science. This woman loved the joy of experimentation with the canine genome, and as she had been a bit of a recluse, she preferred the company of her dogs instead. She seemed to be obsessed with dogs, to the point that she remodeled her house to look like a big dog house and wore a variety of collars.

No one knew much more about this woman, only that one day, the lights of the house went out and only the occasional flickering could be seen from then on. Rumors spread about an experiment gone wrong after an old bully of hers burst in, but that same bully was too quiet and shooken up to confirm. The doors to the house always remained locked, save for when night fell. On full moons, it was said that the house was not only unlocked, but full on empty, but few who ventured in made it out unscathed. Some say that if one listened , they could hear the sounds of howling in the air…

It was such an… Odd tale. Something that Twilight didn’t fully grasp. But, she was curious nonetheless. If danger was abound, she would need to prepare, and with a full moon happening tonight, those preparations would need to be quick.

~~~

Twilight would arrive at the address in the book as sunset took over the streets, stopping only to approach the door and test the front door. A quick wiggle of the doorknob confirmed it: Locked. No visible signs of movement from the windows either… She thought as she gave a cursory glance around the overgrown grass. She didn’t want to go in if she suspected that someone would go in. Instead, she’d head back to her car which was parked just far enough that no one got suspicious and began monitoring the house with binoculars. She produced a recorder and hit a button. “Hour 2. Time: 10 PM. Still no sign of resident. No visible sign of changes to structure. Preparing to enter.”

Twilight took a breath and adjusted her glasses. As uncomfortable she was with the idea of entering a house, the circumstances were leading her to wonder that, if this were a supernatural event, she’d not easily capture data unless she went to check it herself. With deep breath and a duffel bag of tech, she hopped out and made the careful trek to the Dawg House.

She didn’t quite see a difference as she stepped back to the front door, save for the fact that the house at night had an aura that could best be described as absolutely terrifying. Even still, she steeled herself and grabbed hold of the knob, turning it slowly…

Unlocked. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a hallway disheveled unkempt. Twilight’s mind had so many questions brewing, but at this point, the only thing she could do was set everything aside and take quiet steps forward. Just focus… She thought as she pulled out a flashlight and began the search for answers.

Papers scattered the floors, barely legible formulas dotting the space, alongside patches of loose hairs and very large scratch marks. She must have had some big dogs… She thought, entering the kitchen to see very large and empty dog bowls on the floor. Very… Very big dogs… No sign of them though… Maybe… They left for a night walk…?

Theories could be left to the wayside. She needed to press on. The first floor, thankfully, didn’t have a lot worth noting. More ruined notes and formulas that couldn’t be salvaged, followed by dog toys, ripped couches, and a back door with a doggy door that took up half of the door space. That just left the second floor.

The creeks continued with every step that Twilight took, feeling like they were on the verge of breaking every step she took. Thankfully, they held, and Twilight was able to reach the second floor. The area had far less claw marks in it, and the notes looked far less destroyed. Looking through them, she found that a good chunk of them were actually journal entries. Every single one was a piece to the puzzle, and with it, a picture began falling into place…

Took the day off. Couldn’t deal with my classmates. They’re all meatheads or jerks. Especially that damned Goal Keeper. She’s the biggest lunkhead of the lot! Not like my good boys and girls. They’re so smart and talented. I’m so happy for them.

Studying the canine genome is fascinating. I don’t like taking from my sweeties, but it’s only a little bit, and to understand them. Mapping it all feels like uncovering a whole new world. I wonder if this is all canines…

Found a wolf pup abandoned. Nature can be so cruel. Took him in and began taking care of him. Poor thing was sick and hungry. Taking care of him, he quickly clung to me. Such a good boy!

Twilight smiled a bit as she saw the small sketch of a wolf pup chewing on a ball, continuing to collect any and all journal entries and gathering them in some kind of order. She couldn’t help but find more and more of a connection with this lady the more she learned about her. A part of her wondered though, what could cause such a state of her home? Even her own home wasn’t this badly kept…

Another note was found: That IDIOT ruined everything!! Just as I was ready to present to everyone, Goal and her cronies cornered me and ruined my science project!! They even contaminated all my samples with their gross spit!! I’m still trying to get my underwear off my head and trying to focus, but I’m just so-!!

The bottom half was ripped off. It seemed as if this woman couldn’t control her temper and just tore the page in half. Twilight now seemed to feel a growing sense of pity towards her fellow scientist. To have her life’s work, whatever it could’ve been, ruined by some meathead who didn’t appreciate her mind, it would no doubt be crushing to have to start all of that over.

However, further notes seemed to be less and less noticeable as it seemed like most were torn to shreds. It was only when she entered a room full of ripped doggy beds that she found one final page that had any legibility.

Feel weerd. Less smartur. Gettin angree. Showd Gole her undees. Beein bullee feel gud. Feel haree.

Legibility might have been a strong word, though. The more Twilight stared at the page, the more she wondered if this was even the same person. It had the same pen color, the same paper, but it sounded like a caveman raised on reality TV wrote it. It was at that moment that made Twilight finally feel a tad too overwhelmed by this whole situation. It was at the point where she could hear her own heavy breathing, and that made her feel that she had better leave before-.

“Nerd…”

Twilight froze in place. The sounds of a deep, husky voice calling out in the darkness made her start to shake like a leaf. She couldn’t see anything in the shadows at first, but upon closer inspection, she could spot the glint of two sharp eyes aimed right at her. She’d just wandered into the wolf’s den, with a wolf still inside, and she was a little bunny staring at hungry prey.

Twilight took very silent and careful steps back until she was sure she was in range of the door, wherein she bolted out of the room and moved to make her escape down the hall. Almost immediately, she heard the sounds of a loud howl, followed by claws on wood. She barely caught a glimpse behind her to see the jet black wolf woman with huge tits barreling right at her. How the wood was holding up under her weight, she had no ide-

Wait, that’s it! She thought, seeing the rickety stairs not far ahead. A plan quickly formed in her head, risky and borderline stupid, but it might work. Taking some of the papers she had, she tossed them back, right in the face of this werewolf. Thankfully, the stupidity wasn’t just a one time thing. It was genuinely struggling with paper stuck to its face, taking blind swipes in the air. Smiling confidently, she found the spot that seemed to be weakest on the stairs before taking a deep breath and shouting.

“H-H-Hey, dog breath! Over here!!”

“Who’s ya callin’ dog breath, nerd?? You gonna git wedgied so go-!!”

CRASH!!!

In her hubris, the werewolf dove down at the spot she heard Twilight’s voice in an attempt to pin down and give some much needed bullying to this uppity geek who dared blind her with paper. But Twilight wasn’t there. She’d leaped down to the bottom, leaving nothing but stair to break the fall of the beast as she crashed through with ease.

Twilight, for her part, was left huffing, adrenaline still coursing through her veins. That… She thought as she moved to the front door with the aim of escaping this nightmare. Th-That was too close… N-Need to be more careful…

“Sup, neeeerd?”

Twilight froze the moment she saw what was greeting her on the other side. Another one. Another werewolf, equally as big as the one before with dark grey fur, grinned a toothy grin as she loomed over the helpless geek. Twilight was completely frozen in panic, only running when her brain rebooted as the werewolf shoved itself through the somewhat narrow doorway. That was barely going to be enough to offer a moment’s worth of escape as she took an aim at the backdoor she saw earlier, huffing in a panic as she reached for the doorknob…

“Neeeeerrrd!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

The doggy door at the bottom swung open, with a werewolf grabbing at her legs and licking her lips as she looked up her skirt. “Ehehe~ This one’s got cute pant-GCUUUUH!!”

Twilight’s instinct in that split second was to slip out her bag and pull out her one useful self-defense tool: A taser with enough wattage to take a small bear. The werewolf twitched and spasmed, but the sound of rushing footsteps made her turn around in an attempt to do the same. Unfortunately, the taser was slashed out of her hand, leaving her standing helpless as she made one final desperate attempt. Chucking her bag right in the face of the looming werewolf, she rushed towards the nearby window, huffing as she dove for the window and forced it open. She dove out… And was suddenly stopped as something grabbed at the back hem of her pants.

“Gotcha, nerd…~”

“W-Wait, let me go! I promise I’ll never say anything, I-AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!!!!!”

~~~

Spike quietly slept on his dog bed, a large dinner that was punctuated by a sneaking of some treats left carelessly unguarded. Then, there was just the simple snooze of fullness as he waited for Twilight to get back. When he did hear the sounds of the door opening, he let out a yawn as he looked up to check the time.

“Geez, this late…?” He mumbled as he got up to stretch before walking over to the front door. “Hope it wasn’t too bad-”

The door would swing open, and Spike would see his owner, glasses askew, with a miserable, angry expression on her face, her lavender underwear with atom patterns stretched high in the air and over her head while her ass looked redder than a baboon’s with the amount of swelling it had.

Spike gawked at the sight, hiding his mouth and trying to stifle a snicker. Hearing it, Twilight shot a glare and growled at him. “Not. A. Word. Mister.” She uttered through gritted teeth before stomping to her bed and hiding under the sheet. Today was utterly humiliating for her, and while Spike looked concerned but returned to his bed to sleep, Twilight curled up, grumbling angrily as the adrenaline gradually wore off.

“S-Stupid… Werewolf… Calling me a nerd when she turned herself into a hairy monster… She’s the nerd… She’s… She’s… Zzzz…”

As she drifted off into dreamland, her mind would go back to that house, to those three werewolves, those… Bullies, only she was bigger. She was more intimidating. She was strong, and she was giving THEM the wedgies! Laughing as she held them up high, slapping their asses and making them her bitch… It was so wrong, that was so rude, but it was… Enticing… She squirmed in her bed, sweat forming on her body…

She’d wake up at the crack of noon, groaning as she looked up at the ceiling. Her head was a total haze, just like the haze in the room. It was so hard for her to focus, especially with this fuzzy thing against her…

Blinking, she looked down to see that Spike was nestled into her sweaty body, snoring happily with deep breaths. She smiled slightly and scritched behind his ears before slowly rising out of bed. She barely noted how late it was or that she had classes. She didn’t seem to care. Instead, she slowly walked to the kitchen in nothing but her underwear and the sweat-stained shirt she slept in. She didn’t even make note that the underwear she was wearing like a hat was not only off her head, but was able to fit her. Then again, maybe it was because her ass was always that big and sexy. Of course it’d fit.

Shrugging the thought off, she grabbed Spike’s bowl and began pouring food into it. Normally, she’d measure it with a spoon, but he was a big boy, and big boys needed lots of grub if they wanted to dominate some bitches.

She packed it up, setting the bowl down before taking a look at the big pile. It was a lot, though… And she was a bit curious… Plus she was hungry! Licking her lips, she slowly leaned down, taking a piece of kibble and giving it a nibble.

Her eyes shot wide open, grabbing a handle and shoveling it into her mouth. What am I doing?? A tiny part of her brain thought as she chewed loudly with a moan before shoving her face into the pile. This is Spike’s food and this is DOG FOOD!! B-But… Soooo gooood…~

“Uhhh, Twilight?”

Twilight’s head shot up as she looked behind her, locking eyes with a very confused Spike. Slowly gulping down the dog food in her mouth, she spoke quickly. “U-Uhhh, I was just… Checking to see if it was safe to eat! I heard there might be poison, so I was just checking!”

“Uhhh, yeah.” Spike nodded along as he walked over to the bowl, still very much full of food. “Isn’t this… A lot of food?”

“Urrrp… Mmmm… Maybe…” Twilight muttered as she let out a burp. “But hey, big boys need to eat! Tell ya what, you eat up, and I’ll let you run around town doing whatever you want~”

Spike raised an eyebrow, completely skeptical at what his owner was saying. “Run around all I want…? Twi, are you oka-O-Ohhhhh…”

Before he could even work up a protest, he was immediately stopped by the weakness of all dogs: scratches behind the ears. Before long, he was putty in her hands, panting and catching whiffs of that nice smell from this morning as he quietly walked to his bowl and began chowing down just as Twilight had.

The confident young woman smirked as she stood up, walking over to her phone and checking it for the first time in a while. She’d noticed a number of messages from her classmates, especially her classmate from Crystal Prep turned college study buddy Moondancer, asking where she was at. Twilight rolled her eyes. She didn’t have time dealing with nerds. She had to go and have fun! Then again…

She looked down at the photo of Moondancer, the dorky outfit, the awkward expression and pose, and something within her began to get warm. Something between her legs got hot and hard… Nerd… She thought, licking her lips as she turned to her closet. Perhaps an outfit change and study session was in order…

~~~

Moondancer waited in her apartment with an exasperated sigh as she checked the clock. First, Twilight didn’t show up for the presentation they were supposed to give, forcing them to postpone. Then, she asks to take the afternoon to make up the work. Now, she was totally late! The sun was nearly set! She rubbed her forehead, trying her best not to get upset over something that she felt was extremely important!

“Come on, come on…” Moondancer growled as she looked at her phone, watching as the time ticked by, biting her thumb before finally shaking her head. “Forget it. If she’s going to be this late, I might as well leave to get some dinner-”

Knock Knock Knock

“Ugh, of course!” Moondancer threw her hands up furiously before stomping to the front door and swinging the door open. “You better have a good… Good…”

What she saw was not the dorky and probably ashamed Twilight, but a girl that seemed like the polar opposite of her. T-Shirt with ripped sleeves, her old Crystal Prep skirt that was torn to make it way shorter, and hair that was chopped and wild. She didn’t even have glasses anymore, which combined with the hair covering her eyes, made Moondancer feel like this was some kind of imposter. That was, until Twilight stepped forward and spoke in that all too familiar voice.

“‘Sup, nerd~? You got my homework ready?”

“T-Twilight??” Moondancer stuttered as she stepped backwards. “What… What is all this??”

“What’s the matter? Ain’t ever seen a real woman before, you hopeless virgin~?” She mocked as she stepped closer, where Moondancer was hit with a strong, musky scent.

“U-Ugh! Did you bathe?? You smell sweaty!!” She flinched as she covered her nose, falling back on the couch.

“That’s a real woman’s smell, loser~ Here, lemme give ya a better smell…” Twilight teased before mounting on top of Moondancer’s lap and shoving her sweaty tits right in her friend’s face. Moondancer, for her part, squirmed helplessly, trying to hold her breath as best as she could and trying to escape. Being as fit as a broken fiddle, though, it wasn’t long before she was left panting in that smell, wherein she became dizzy with only a few huffs.

“Awww, is the poor loser gettin’ dizzy~?” Twilight licked her lips, sharpened teeth becoming visible as dark violet fur slowly puffed out from her chest. “You better be ready tonight, nerd~ You’re in for a real bully of a time~!”

“M-Mmmm… Mmmm…” Moondancer squirmed as she felt a big hand grab at the back of her pants… And then yank up high.

“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE~!!!”

Day 7: Sunset

Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS:
ORGY
A BIT OF ALL THE STUFF YOU'VE BEEN SEEING
BREAST EXPANSION
SEX ZOMBIFICATION (NO ACTUAL NECRO, NO WORRIES)

Day 7: Sunset

“I made it safe guys! I’ll let you know how it all goes and I promise to be back before Halloween! Love you all!”

That was the last message that Sunset Shimmer sent to her friends before she went dark, though not for any mysterious reasons. She was studying abroad, and the connection was quite spotty at points. Still, she was determined to get some time back home and enjoy fall break with her friends, hearing about what fun Halloween things they had planned.

When she landed, however, she found that no one was answering. No calls, no texts, nothing. Concerning, but it was best for her to go back and ask them directly. She was sure that things were fine. That was, until she’d gotten into Canterlot.

The town certainly looked as if it had gone Halloween crazy. Sure they were always festive when holidays rolled around, but this was like they cranked everything to 11! Street lights replaced with pumpkin lanterns, houses and buildings had a colorful, yet gothic twist to them, and everyone, a good few days before Halloween, were all dressed up in perverted costumes and acting as if they WERE their costumes!

Aside from that, the people weren’t aggressive or anything, they were just more distracted acting like perverted caricatures, but it earned her no answers as to the whereabouts of her friends. She checked Sweet Apple Acres, and there was pink shiny toilet paper all over the place. Sugarcube Corner looked more like a strip club with sexy demon employees. Even the houses of the others seemed abandoned!

Fortunately, there was one person who managed to help her through all of this. Vinyl, fellow alumni of Canterlot High, managed to send a single text.

Saw all of them go to the library. I was there helping Tavi with something. Then she started acting weird. be ca

That was the end. Sunset sent a few messages out, but she got no response. A pit came at the back of her throat, and she felt more uneased. However, she couldn’t chicken out now. Her friends could be in danger! And now, she had a lead on where to look next. Little did she notice the eyes in the nearby bushes…

~~~

The library was just as strange as the rest of the town, with stray books flying around and occasionally opening up to reveal a lewd picture inside at anyone who dared to be nearby. Even books with no lewd pictures would suddenly have a perverted image like a Victorian woman bouncing her enlarged ass on a dildo, or an orgy of a surrealist painting. Sunset stumbled back, flustered, but shook her head and kept her gaze down as she marched past the perversion and towards the thankfully normal looking librarian.

“E-Excuse me, ma’am…” She sighed, looking up at the woman who was looking forward at the flying books extremely seriously. “My friends were here some days ago, I think? Twilight, Pinkie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack…” She felt a bit flustered, waving a hand away. “D-Did they happen to check out any books, or were anywhere…?”

Without a word, she pointed a limp finger down the path towards the shelves housing various odd books. After a small pause, she finally spoke, her voice a bit stiff. “The… Big leather book. Tome of Tantabus.”

“Thank you!” Sunset nodded with a smile, paying no mind to the librarian while running down towards the section. Her eyes began scanning around the shelves for any sign of the book in question, hoping to bring it with her and find out if this book had anything to do with their disappearances. Fortunately, she didn’t have to look for very long. At the top shelf was that leather-and-gold book, a new sight for Sunset, but all too familiar for others…

“Weird… Don’t remember seeing this around,” She mumbled, hopping on the ladder and pulling the book free. She carefully inspected the cover, running her hand across the text. Something about this book was off. She wasn’t sure what, but it was definitely something she needed to inspect at home…

Running back to the main desk, she held up the librarian. “I’d like to check this out, please.”

“Y-You… You don’t-Guh!” The librarian squirmed a bit, her eyes crossing and looking upward before smiling slightly and speaking stilted once again. “You don’t have to worry, dear. Just come back with it tomorrow, and it will be fine.”

Sunset’s eyebrow raised. For a brief moment, she felt like something was off. The limp hand movements, the stilted tone, the odd expression… But then suddenly that didn’t seem important. Failing to notice the Tome’s ominous glow, Sunset blinked as she gave a dismissive shrug. Everything was normal. She was overthinking it.

“Thank you, ma’am!” She nodded and waved goodbye as she turned around and left the library, leaving its sole operator giving a forced smile as, underneath the desk, her cheeks were spread wide as a ghostly appendage kept itself firmly inside…

~~~

The first thing Sunset did as she got home was start checking on the book’s magic flow. Since the Twilight of this world entered her life, she now had better equipment which she could use to scan for any magical frequencies. Surely, if this had something to do with the disappearances of her friends, then perhaps, the magic inside of it could help find them.

Nothing. Not even a trace. To the equipment, this was just a normal book.

Test after test went on with the book, with no real conclusions on what this book was, and if it was really magical. Night had fallen when she finally decided to stop for a moment. Why continue, if she was going to get negatives? It was obvious that the book might’ve been a coincidence. She sighed as she sat back, looking up at the ceiling.

And then a thought popped in her head. She tested the books and pages, but she never… Read it, did she? She was just putting sensores to physical objects. Maybe… The magic needed a trigger. Taking some sensors and attaching them to herself and the book, she opened the book, and just like that, she was reading the story of The Longest Night.

Once, long ago, lived a beautiful young woman, whose prowess in the arcane was unmatched. Cruel at first, her heart was mended by 6 wielders of magic. They would open her eyes at the true beauty of the world, of companionship and the preservation of the old ways. After some time, she had sought knowledge from afar, and so asked her friends to be safe with any magical artifacts.

Little did she realize, they would all encounter the same fate by encountering an ancient tome hidden away for many years. It existed before the young woman, appearing only when the barriers between this world and the next were at its weakest. Mortals came forth, observing its pages with the promise of a solution to their problems or even an adventure to explore. Little did they realize that this book was special, creating a unique experience for each and every one of its readers. And those six were no different.

They had become free, unburdened by the worries of their old lives. They were now welcome to do as their new bodies and minds desired, spreading the influence of their new selves with reckless abandon. Over time, the town became twisted and warped with true joy and whimsy, with no limit but their imagination. By the time the woman had returned, she was shocked by what she had seen, and from it, she sought to correct the curse before it could spread any further. She ventured from place to place, but none wished to aid her in finding her friends or ending this wonderful spell.

Eventually, guided by a foolish bard, she came across the book and brought it home, hoping to reveal the magic within. Hours passed, and it would not speak. Frustrated, she found that there was only one option: To open the book and unveil its contents. And so, she read the tale presented, unaware of the lurking beasts that had gotten inside-

“HEADS UP, NERD!!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Sunset, so distracted in how this story had seemingly mirrored her life, had failed to pay attention to the looming sounds behind her until she was suddenly suspended in the air by her underwear. Left flailing in the air, she was turned around to see just who had broken into her house.

It was her friends, or at least what had become of her friends. Specter Dash, eyes glowing teal with tendrils sliding out of her pussy, ass and mouth; Fluttershy standing with a blank smile and pornstar proportions in a skimpy baby doll outfit; Applejack, now a good couple feet shorter and wrapped in pink bandages with a totally flat chest, fat ass, and golden bulge; Pinkie, floating in the air on bat wings with a reddish-pink hue; and Rarity, donning nothing but a shiny pink cape with nipples resembling puffy lips and a body quite similar to Fluttershy’s. Looking behind her, she could see that the furry bipedal beast in torn clothes had an uncanny resemblance to Twilight. It was like some kind of Halloween porno, and they were all looking at the helpless girl with hungry eyes and wide smiles.

“Oooo, Sunny~ I didn’t realize how tasty you looked~” Pinkie cooed as she flew over to look her friend up close, licking her lips in excitement. “Mmmm, just imagine all the fun treats I could give you~”

“Awww, why stuff her full of snacks, when she could have some slimy jelly instead~?” Dash giggled, the tendrils pulling Sunset into the wet tits while she bit her own lip.

“Oh, darling~ Why not give her to us~?” One of Rarity’s lipples mumbled out. “She looks like she’s had too much time to think and not enough time getting fucked~!”

“Mmm, can we hurry this up…?” Applejack mumbled through his bandages. “Mommy’s expecting me home…”

“Yeah yeah, whatever~” Twilight rolled her eyes before spinning Sunset and shoving her into her huge, furry cleavage. “Ready to have the best night of your life, Sunny~?”

“M-Mmm! Mmmm!” Sunset struggled against the musky fur, her eyes rolling up as she felt the funk slap her brain. Her focus became foggy as her body began to heat up. She squirmed, her clothes feeling hot and itchy and her crotch slowly dripping wet as she struggled to try and break free.

Fortunately, Twilight was more than willing to help her “friend” by tearing her clothes to shreds, exposing Sunset’s body to her horny friends. All eagerly looked on in excitement, but Dash moved first, tendrils shooting out and shoving themselves into her ears and ass.

“G-GuuuuuH~!” Sunset’s mouth hung open as her tongue flopped about, her eyes slowly derping the whole time.

“Hey! I was gonna get to her first!” Pinkie pouted at Dash, who just smirked back as her tendrils slid in and out of the holes.

“Too bad~ I’m faster~!” She snickered as she stuck her tongue out, making the demon pout.

“I liked old Dashie better, she wasn’t such a bi-”

“Language, dear!!” Rarity’s lipple called out while the other was vigorously making out with Sunset. “We may be monsters, but there’s no reason to resort to such language. Besides, Pinkie, there’s one hole still open~”

“Ohhh, yeah~!” With a giggle, Pinkie floated over, grabbing hold of Sunset’s thighs and slamming her huge red cock in.

“M-MMMM~!!”

Sunset’s eyes rolled up as her pussy sprayed out juices. Her body became more sensitive as the tendrils poked at her brain, causing every hard thrust from Pinkie to feel better and better. She moved her hips like a piston, not even giving the girl enough time to recover between thrusts. All she could do was weakly try and move away. She raised her hands up…

And immediately pushed them into her own tits, groping the soft flesh vigorously. She tried her best to move her hands away, but all it ended up doing was causing her fingers to pinch her nipples and squeeze harder, letting out further moans. She didn’t understand! It was like her hands were moving on their own! Then, her upward gaze caught sight of a glint in the air, little thin slivers that could barely be seen coming from seemingly nowhere, but stuck to her wrists.

“Don’t. Try. And. Leave. Yet. Sunny~” Fluttershy spoke, shimmering closer. “Let’s. Keep. Play. Ing. To. Geth. Er~”

Sunset did her best to try and speak through the moans, her mouth gulping down saliva and trying to speak. What she got instead was the fat, golden cock of Applejack shoved into her mouth, her eyes widening as she felt the tool shove in and out while his femmy voice let out adorable moans the whole time.

“S-Suuuunnyyyy~ S-Soooo sexyyyy~!” He mumbled, humping at Sunset’s face vigorously as his balls slapped at her chin rhythmically. No matter what, she was far too dizzy, far too confused to try and fight back. Before she knew it, she felt soft lips against her nipples, kissing and suckling on them and giving them adorable little nibbles. Sunset couldn’t tell, but Rarity was getting quite attached, the bimbo suckling on each one and sinking her fangs in just a little. She couldn’t see it, but she could certainly feel it in her tits, from the slight pain to a passing numbness before suddenly, she felt an added weight to her chest. She couldn’t tell, but she just went up a few bra sizes… Or ten.

“Gettin’ bored!” Twilight declared, her glare focusing on Specter. “Pull that tentacle out! Me want sex nerd!!”

“Ugh, you don’t even have anything to stick it in, you lughead!” Dash rolled her eyes.

“Oh yeah?? Me show you!!” With that declaration, Twilight grabbed hold of the gooey tendril and pulled it out fast, causing Sunset to scream out in bliss as her legs spasmed. She only had a second to catch her breath before suddenly being hoisted up, with Pinkie and Rarity joining her.

“Wheeeee~!”

“O-Oh my! Darling, don’t drop us!”

“We didn’t quite get the flying part of vampires yet!”

But Twilight wasn’t listening, she was busy spreading apart Sunset’s ass, licking her snout at the sight of that lubed up ass. With little fanfare, she buried her face in, licking at the hole like a dog bowl full of kibble. She was relentless, never taking a second to breathe herself as she focused on ensuring that she lathered every inch of Sunset’s ass, inside and out, in her slobber.

And poor Shimmer wasn’t able to take it. Between the tit sucking, face fucking, pussy ramming, pervy puppeteering, and ear sex, it was a never ending cacophony of hedonistic hell for her mind. Even as her body writhed in pure bliss, more and more of her mind vacated from her. Nothing was making sense, but nothing needed to make sense. Nothing mattered but this. This fucking, this sex… It was all that she needed. All that she lived for. Her eyes slowly began to become more vacant and featureless, until only the whites were visible…

~~~

She wasn’t sure how long she was in this orgy. She wasn’t sure of the time. She couldn’t even be sure of where they were, who she was, or what was anything… Except for sex. All that was in her mind was sex. She lie there, looking up at the faces that looked down at her.

“Oh, my. Did we perhaps overdo it?”

“Pffft, nah! She’s fine!” One of Specter’s tendrils poked at the sexed out girl’s cheek. “... Probably.”

“... Fuuuuuuuuuck…”

“Eeek! Zombie!!” Pinkie shouted as she leaped into Fluttershy’s arms, watching as Sunset slowly rose to her feet. Her tits were now the size of watermelons, swaying about freely as she drooled all over herself.

“I. Think. She’s. A. Sex. Zombie. Now~”

“Ohhhh… Eeeeek! Sexy sex zombie!!”

“No, dat good!” Twilight declared before pausing and looking at Rarity. “... Right?”

“Iunno~” Rarity giggled and twirled her hair as her lipples spoke up.

“Of course it is, you two morons!”

“Now, nothing can stop us from taking the city for ourselves! Maybe even further~ We could have a Halloween that could last forever~!”

“A Halloween…” Applejack mumbled, rubbing his large bulge at the thought. “I-I wanna make a new kingdom for Mum’sses! Then she can be all powerful~”

“Of course, dear~ We can have all the perverted fun we want now~”

“Who’s going to stop us~?”

“Mmmm, true…~” Specter licked her lips at all the challenges and slimy ghost girls she’d make. “But where are we gonna start now?”

“Ooo! Ooo!” Pinkie bounced up and down, holding her hand up. “I know where we can start~!”

“Oh?”

“Do share~”

“The pervy pervs who’ve been watching us~! Keeping an eye on how we change and shift and not even stopping… I bet they’d have a LOT of fun~”

“Oh really… Well then…”

Slowly, the seven girls looked onward at you, grinning wide as the lights of the apartment faded, leaving only their eyes visible.

“We’ll be seeing you VERY soon~”