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…