Love is Swell

“Oops,” Luna mutters, staring down at the bottle in her hand as her sister panics, kneeling by the fallen girl.

“Cadence? Cadence?” Celestia asks as she gives her a firm shake. The groggy girl wobbles about for a moment, squinting in confusion at the Principal.

“Ugh, what was that? It, it smells nice but, wow. Really powerful. Knocked me off my feet.”

Even as she speaks, the girl’s lips start to visibly plump, and the delicate dusting of makeup becomes slightly more pronounced. Despite her concern for the fallen girl, Celestia feels her pussy clench as the prone and oblivious Cadence begins to change. Compared to the other times she fantasized about forcing changes on some poor girl, seeing them in action was entirely different. Or perhaps it was the neediness she felt between her legs that was spurring her onward. Either way, Celestia somehow manages to keep her desires in check, breathlessly checking Cadence over for signs of injury.

“Are you all right, are you okay?” she finally asks, concern etched across her brow.

“Yeah, I think so,” Cadence chuckles, pushing herself up to a sitting position and knocking herself into the Principal’s recently expanded bust in the process. With a small chuckle, the college-student grins. “Every time I see you, you seem to get a little bit bigger. I’m getting pretty jealous.”

Celestia laughs and hugs the dazed girl to her chest. Cadence doesn’t bother to put up a fight as she’s nestled comfortably in the Principal’s massive mams. It was only natural, as Cadence was family, second or third cousin depending on who was counting, but Celestia and Luna had always been her aunts first; likely due to their role as babysitters for the girl growing up. The sisters had assumed that Cadence would simply grow out of calling them that, but here she was, only a short while away from graduating college, and every time announces herself the same way.

“Auntie, please,” Cadence finally says, pawing at Celestia’s chest. “I need to breathe.”

“Of course,” the Principal laughs, finally releasing the young woman. “I’m terribly sorry about that.”

“It’s no big; most perfumes make me a little loopy.” Taking a moment to glance around the office, and purses her swollen lips. “So, what’s going on here?” When Celestia adopts the vacant bimbo stare of confusion, Cadence raises an eyebrow and glances down at the floor where Celestia’s crumpled skirt lays in a heap, then over to the table where two large bottles of vodka sit in plain view.

“This? Uh, well…”

“We were engaged in a Code Blue and Celestia asked me if I thought her butt looked big,” Luna deadpans. Both women turn to the Vice-Principal, who gives a shrug and a smile. “I told her it did.”

While the elder sister fumes, Cadence laughs and pulls herself to her feet, embracing the smaller of the two. Not that the co-ed can compete with even her younger auntie, but the contact is enough to ease the tension in the room.

“Oh, I’ve missed you two; I’m going to be so glad when we can see each other regularly again. And maybe,” she smiles, raising an eyebrow and glancing between the sisters, “you’ll finally let me in on a Code Blue?”

“Perhaps, but not today,” Luna smiles and turns to her sister, nodding her head. “It seems our meeting is adjourned. I shall confiscate this and see to it that the girls responsible know that they are to meet with you. Is that fair, sister?”

Celestia nods her head, grateful for the ever attentive care her Vice-Principal provides. “Yes, thank you Luna. In the meantime, I’m going to take Cadence down to the Nurse’s office to make sure everything’s okay.”

“What? No!”

“Cadence,” the Principal warns, narrowing her eyes as Luna shakes her head and exits the room, “you had a fall. It’s important to get yourself checked out.”

“I slipped,” the girl groans. “I’m perfectly fine, see?” To emphasize her point, she stands on her toes and walks her way across the room. Celestia feels her eyes drawn to the co-ed’s backside, watching as it sways from side to side with practiced ease. Could she get that high before she was sprayed? Did her hips have the same swing? Gulping, the Principal tears her eyes away from Cadence’s lower body as she turns and struts back, trying desperately to ignore the clenching desire making itself known in her cunny.

“See? Perfect.”

“Be that as it may, this is my school and therefore you must follow my rules. So let’s go.”

“UGH! Wait, what about your skirt?”

Ah, right, that would be rather important. With a practiced ease, Celestia clacks over to her skirt and steps inside it. A bend, shimmy and shake later, it’s up past her knees and headed straight for her hips. Until it gets caught on her recently plumped up thighs.

Celestia grunts, she groans, she squirms in a desperate attempt to get the skirt higher, but it’s no use; she can’t even manage to get the tight waist band up to cover even a portion of her backside, her thighs have simply grown too much. Biting her lip, Cadence fixes her auntie with a grin.

“Guess you’re not walking me anywhere.”

This cheeky girl. With a huff, the Principal drops her skirt and takes Cadence by the hand, pulling her out of her office. As she steps into the waiting hall, she sees her secretary, Raven, a mousy woman with glasses and an oversized bun hairdo, stare at her in confusion, but only for a moment. Something shifts inside Celestia and she watches as her secretary gives her a smile.

“Headed out again, Principal?”

“Just to the Nurse’s office.”

“I know you’re comfortable in panties, but be sure not to catch a cold,” Raven says, turning back and clacking away at her computer keyboard. “It wouldn’t do for our Principal to get sick.”

“Whaaaat?” Cadence mutters to herself as she’s dragged out of the room by her aunt. They make it halfway down the hall before she asks again. “What the heck was that about?”

Celestia shrugs. “Not a clue. She should know that I always walk around the school in my panties.”

“What? No you don’t; I mean I just saw you in your office w-” Cadence whimpers a little as something shifts in her brain, memories begin to reorganize.

That’s right; Celestia had always been something of a free spirit, preferring to keep her legs uncovered and bare to the world. Even her prom dress was bottomless except for a set of black garters and a garter belt which fit snuggly against her swollen snatch. It was just her style.

“I-I guess,” Cadence manages to struggle out. “I mean, it is your school, you can wear whatever you want.” Celestia simply nods and the two manage to complete the rest of the march quickly and silently, ending up with Cadence sitting on one of the plush, overstuffed, four-poster beds in Nurse Redheart’s office. She glances around and grins, her lips now layered with a touch of pink glitter gloss.

“Gotta say Auntie, you sure know how to treat your staff right here. This is the most lavish Nurse’s office I’ve ever seen.”

“I did most of it myself,” Redheart mumbles, holding a light up to the girl’s eyes. “But the Principal and my friend Cheery helped too. Open your mouth, please.”

Cadence does as she’s told, sticking out her tongue in the process. The nurse grunts and pushes up on her chin before walking away. Celestia sits down on the bed beside her cousin and squeezes her hand.

“So what brings you to CHS; not looking for a job I hope?”

“Oh no, I’ve got some plans lined up,” Cadence laughs, squeezing right back. “But, it’s just that my boyfriend, Shining Armor, his sister went missing about a week ago and nobody can seem to find her.”

Celestia’s heart drops and she hears the nurse tut with her tongue a few times. “A child out on her own in the world? How very terrible. What’s her name?”

“Twilight Sparkle.”

Color drains from Celestia’s face, even as Nurse Redheart laughs and begins working on the next test.

“Oh, Twilight? Well, you can tell him that she-”

“She’s probably fine,” Celestia quickly cuts in, earning her a warning glare from the woman with the bee-hive hairdo. Ignoring the look, Celestia continues. “You know how kids are these days, feel like they can take on the world and do anything.”

“Mm, but Twilight’s different. She wouldn’t just up and disappear for no reason. Something just seems, wrong.”

Sighing, the Principal wonders if the Twilight in this universe has any more sense than the bimbo who was presently stumbling her way through Canterlot High. From Cadence’s description, the girl seems to have a good head on her shoulders, if a little absent minded. They were perfect qualities to exploit and everything that her Twilight seemed to lack. Still, as long as-

“Principal Celestia? Principal Luna sent me down here and said you wanted to see me?”

The milfy-matriarch’s body goes numb at the sound of the voice. Oh no. No, no, no. But the door creaks open all the same, revealing a rather trashy looking Twilight Sparkle; her shirt was tied off under her breasts and her skirt wasn’t so much scandalous as it was non-existent. She leans against the doorframe, trying to appear cool and confident and failing miserably. Especially when Cadence pushes her way past the nurse and rushes her.

“T-Twilight?” she squeaks, grabbing the girl’s shoulders and giving her a shake. “Oh, oh my gosh; Twi, what happened? When did you get so… slutty!?”

“Cadence?” the confused student chokes out, her head lolling about a few more times on account of the shake. The rather miffed Redheart moves over to the Principal and brings her finger to her chin.

“Something seems off,” she mumbles. “How is she able to see there’s something wrong with Twilight?”

“Because that’s not her Twilight,” the Principal quietly groans. “Her Twilight hasn’t been changed, so all of Cadence’s memories are still of the twiggy Twilight.”

Nodding her head, Nurse Redheart gives Celestia a concerned frown as Cadence’s voice reaches a crescendo again, demanding answers as to where the girl had gone off to. “This could cause trouble.”

“A lot of trouble.”

“So, what will you do?”

With a heavy sigh, Celestia leans over and whispers her intentions to the nurse. The pink-haired bimbos eyes shimmer with excitement and the Principal can’t deny that her pussy practically gushes at the thought of putting her plan into action. They exchange an understanding look before separating, Celestia making her way over to Cadence, who is still flipping between anger and relief, and Twilight who seems more confused than anything. However, at the sight of her milfy rival, the pony-turned-bimbo smirks.

“Her, why don’t you ask her?” she asks, pointing to Celestia.

Cadence doesn’t miss a moment, whirling and setting her eyes on her aunt. With an audible gulp, the young woman asks, “Auntie, what happ-” there’s a momentary pause as she shakes her head and continues. “No, no, I knew that something was wrong here. You don’t have a school full of girls in short skirts or no skirts and not have anyone pat an eye. So I should be asking: Principal Celestia, what are you doing here?”

“My dear niece, you must understand,” the Principal sighs, reaching out and touching Cadence’s face. She flinches back a little, but allows the familiar hand to rest on her cheek, which burns with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. A small smile slides across Celestia’s lips. “I’m doing something wonderful.”

Twilight squeaks in surprise, but as Cadence tries to turn back to the missing girl, she feels something in her arm. She twists her head to the side and watches as Nurse Redheart depresses the plunger, sending a syringe full of pink fluid into her arm. The muscle which was injected tingles in a most delightful manner, the co-ed suddenly dropping to her knees as her legs grow trembling and weak.

“C-Cadence?” Twilight whispers, even as Redheart drops the injection to the floor and pulls the stunned student away from the cousins, pushing her into a chair. Celestia helps to lift the co-ed to her feet and the two stumble over to the bed.

“There we go,” Celestia whispers, sitting down beside Cadence. The blurry-eyed bimbo-to-be squirms a little, resting her head on the Principal’s shoulder. “A little dizzy still?”

“Y-yeah,” Cadence grumbles, even as the make-up on her face begins to lather itself on even thicker. She glances down at her nails and sees that the right set is already glossed and polished, but the left hand isn’t and something clicks in her head. Turning her tired eyes towards the Principal’s face, she whimpers. “But Auntie, why would you do this to anyone?”

“Because being a slutty little bimbo is the best thing in the world and girls should know that.”

Cadence squirms and shakes her head, even as her head rolls a little and Celestia’s enormous breasts fill her vision. “No, no it’s not. Why would any girl want to be an air-headed, sex-obsessed, floozy?”

“I don’t know, dear,” the Principal murmurs, tangling her fingers in the girl’s hair and rubbing at the back of her neck. A shiver runs down Cadence’s back at the touch, and she arches her neck into the slight pressure, unaware that as she does, her hair begins to grow and thicken. Seeing the change in her attitude, Celestia continues. “You tell me, you’ve idolized me long enough.”

Cadence scrunches her face up at the words, even though she knows them to be true. She’s always loved her aunts, but as the magic courses through her body, fundamental aspects of that understanding begin to shift and change. Memories of Celestia lounging pantsless in her house on Fridays as she babysat her younger cousin begin to feel not only accepted, but right. The co-ed whimpers as she rubs her thighs together, her skirt shortening and riding up higher as she does.

“That’s right,” Celestia smiles, the gentle touches of her fingers seeming to encourage Cadence to change further. “You love me; you want to be like me, right?” She did. She always had.

Her aunts had always been a little strange. Despite being more than a decade older than Cadence, Celestia had gone to great lengths to keep the two of them close, even from early on. Many of Cadence’s earliest memories were of being with Celestia, seated on her bare thighs, so womanly and wide that her small body could easily rest on one. And then being able to lay her head on the seemingly endless expanse of spongy breast flesh, well that was just about the greatest thing in the world. It brought Cadence such a sense of peace growing up, and here she was again, so very close to that promised land.

Barely managing to lift her head, the younger woman lets it fall on Celestia’s chest, sending a wonderful, jiggling shockwave through her obscenely large jugs. Cracking open an eye, she sees the familiar face of her boyfriend’s sister watching on. Small creases mar her forehead, but after looking down it becomes clear that it’s only because of the attention the nurse is giving her, with her fingers sliding in and out of her hot box.

That was good; Twilight was able to enjoy herself just like she was. Cadence’s mind begins to wander again, remembering how much time Celestia had spent with her, teaching her all sorts of wonderfully girly things. Her make-up begins to shift, from trashy and caked on to a lighter, more accentuated focus. That doesn’t stop her already swollen lips from thickening again into a pair of plush pillows, perfect for pursing. Which she does, just like Celestia taught her.

“There’s my girl,” the Principal chuckles, watching as the bimbofying Cadence works her lips against the air. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

After a moment of thought, Cadence nods her head and twists back to look at Celestia. “Auntie, I know this is a little awkward with others watching, but can we do what we used to do?”

Celestia’s confusion lasts for all of a second before Cadence’s memory begins to impact her own. With a motherly smile, Celestia lifts her cousin’s head from her chest. The woozy phase seems to have passed, as the young woman is able to keep herself from falling over again, in spite of the extra weight of her now thigh length hair, but Cadence can feel her heart begin to thud away in between her ears as the Principal reaches up and unbuttons her jacket.

“Is this what you want?” she purrs, rolling her shoulders and further straining her shirt in the process. Thick lines of luscious bare skin are visible in between the buttons, her overtaxed shirt failing miserably in its intended purpose. Her chest hangs heavily, lacking support outside of the straining shirt, but still maintain a full and ripe appearance. Cadence’s mouth waters as she reaches out and struggles with the buttons. Waiting patiently, Celestia shivers as her cousin finally loses her temper and rips her shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. While it wasn’t the growth inspired explosion she had been hoping for, the rabid look in Cadence’s eyes made it just as satisfying as the girl stretches out across her thighs and latches onto one of her engorged nipples.

Twilight hears Redheart gasp in surprise and then moans as the nurse redoubles her efforts to a frantic pace. With her hot breath rolling down the back of her neck, the dimensional-traveler can only whimper helplessly as Redheart quietly taunts her.

“It’s too bad Celestia insisted on this girl; she would have been a great tart like me and Cheery. But she’s pretty upset with you Twilight, so much so that she might give you over to me.” A breathy sigh escapes the nurse as she squats down and grinds against the chair leg. “I hope she does, I’d love to change you into a good and proper slut.” Another shiver runs down Twilight’s spine as the thought invades her fertile mind, threatening to take root.

Across the room, Cadence squirms and squeezes her thighs together as her skirt finally rides up enough for the cool air of the room to blow across them. Goosebumps travel up and down the tender, bared skin, leaving her feeling energized in their wake. But it’s still not enough, and the spell digs deeper into Cadence’s memories, searching for something else. At last, a thought bubbles to the surface and causes the woman to detach herself from Celestia’s plump nipple. Rubbing her cheek against the hardened flesh, she sighs.

“Auntie, you know I love you, right?”

“Of course,” the milfy woman grins, tickling the back of Cadence’s neck. “I love you too; we’re family after all.”

“Okay, so don’t hate me when I tell you that I’m so jealous of you?” Celestia raises an eyebrow, her hand sliding down to Cadence’s back and beginning to rub it as well. With a small whimper, the co-ed carries on, “I mean it’s why I haven’t brought Shiny around to meet you or Luna yet. I know as soon as he sees you all he’s going to be able to think about is plowing the two of you.”

Placing a hand on Celestia’s thigh and rubbing her cheek against her breasts, she concludes by asking, “I can’t even stop myself from wanting you, so how can I compete if he sees you? Why can’t I be more like you?”

With her skirt now riding up high enough to showcase almost all of her backside, Twilight and Redheart are treated to a show as it begins to fill out. Cadence’s slender hips give gentle pops as the spread, forcing, straining the fabric even more. Her panties, already revealed to be a hot pink number, begin to shift and change, the comfortable and supportive structure shrinking until it becomes a thong. As the thin bit of fabric is quickly swallowed up by her swelling bottom, Celestia laughs.

“Cadence, please, you know that you’ve got a wonderful body.”

“But it’s not enough,” she whines, leaning up towards her cousin’s face. The new angle gives her onlookers an excellent look between her legs as her vulva begins to puff and swell. It stands out against her otherwise smooth legs, a distinct rise of firm flesh. The lips thicken and peek out even around the thong wedged firmly against her lower body, and a thin trickle of girl spunk slides down her thighs. Her previously pitiful pussy has become a meaty man-eater, ready to devour any dick that tries to take her.

“From the waist down I’m great.” For emphasis, the up and coming bimbo lifts her shirt, showcasing a flat belly with soft but defined lines of girlish muscle. Her already small waist cinches inwards another dress size, making her now swollen haunches seem even more pronounced. Celestia gives a small murmur of approval, sliding a hand across Cadence’s stomach and making the girl shiver before continuing, “But around you two I feel like the President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee! Guess it’s just genetics.”

Frowning, Celestia pulls Cadence back to her chest. The frustrated girl gives a small grunt of protest, but then closes her eyes and begins to suckle away again. Celestia shudders, feeling how wonderful it is to be in control, forcing someone, even a member of her own family, to become like her.

“Shh,” the Principal whispers, stroking her hair. “Just focus your attention on what you’re doing right now, that’s what’s important. You don’t need to worry about anything else.”

Cadence closes her eyes and whimpers, the familiar feeling sending her back to a time when she was less stressed about stacking up with her cousins. At a young age, she had been convinced that she was going to grow up to look just like them, the possibility of being fat-bottomed and flat up top never crossed her mind. It wasn’t until-

A small sound escapes Cadence’s throat as she loses her train of thought. Tonguing the hard nub in her mouth, she struggles to remember where she was. But soon enough she finds the thread and begins to follow it again.

Growing up, she had been convinced that she was going to grow up to look just like her cousins. Why wouldn’t it? Celestia was practically her mother and Luna her older sister, with the attention the two showered on her it was only natural that she would take after them. When puberty hit, there was no question that the three of them were related, through and through.

Cadence’s fitted shirt begins to ride up as her chest begins to grow, the act revealing her well muscled back from years of hefting around a pair of tits far larger than the palmable orbs now resting snuggly in her bra. Amidst the quiet sounds of Cadence suckling, Twilight shudders as another orgasm rocks her body, her tongue hanging lewdly at the corner of her mouth as her eyes roll back into her head. When she recovers, Cadence’s shirt has shrunk into a cropped halter top, revealing her belly, back, and shoulders to the world, along with the first hint of underbust.

The co-ed’s skin is creamy and unblemished, though she seems to be capable of blushing from head to toe with the slight tinge of pink present across her body. Within a few moments, Cadence’s chest dwarfs Twilight’s, making the girl clench her teeth in spite of the pleasurable buzzing in her head and between her legs. It was clear she was being mocked, either by the Principal or someone else that she, the one responsible for this whole escapade, should be less chesty than almost all the other bimbos popping up around the school.

But Celestia doesn’t let her cousin stop there. With continued whispered words of encouragement, Cadence squirms and whimpers, fluid freely flowing down her thighs by the time her breasts finally cease their growth. The end result is that the co-ed has landed somewhere between the Principals, still smaller than Celestia but large enough to outsize Luna. The halter, struggles to provide any sort of coverage for her chest, with soft flesh spilling out of every corner of the shirt.

Memories continue to shift and change between the two of them: the nursing sessions became regular events, good for calming a stressed graduate student Celestia and a chance for a freshly minted teen Cadence to explore her growing body; Luna’s frequent lessons to her younger cousin on the finer points of toys and teasing in the pursuit of pleasure; and of course, the first time they all got drunk together.

While not a Pinkie Pie, Cadence certainly was a party girl. At sixteen, she had insisted on being a part of one of the sisters’ Code Blue events. After putting away an entire bottle by herself, she had become a regular fixture whenever they went down. And while she wasn’t the most insightful voice, Luna’s dedication to teaching her how to eat pussy had paid off in spades.

The two women part at last, Cadence lifting her arms up over her head and giving a luxurious groan as she stretches out. Twilight gulps as the shirt rides up, unable to maintain the necessary coverage and reveals even more of the new bimbo to the world. Her almost hot pink areolas are plump and large, far more than Celestia’s, stretching on for what seems to be an eternity as her nipples never escape the confines of the shirt. At last, she brings her arms down, though Twilight can still see the bottom of the raised flesh.

“Auntie,” she purrs, curling up close to the Principal, “You still haven’t told me why you did what you did to Twily.”

The color drains from the girl’s face at the sound of her brother’s nickname. As if sensing her discomfort, Celestia glances over her shoulder, mouthing the name again and smirking before giving Cadence her full attention.

“Because you’re her babysitter,” she says matter-of-factly, earning a contemplative frown from her cousin. “And it’s only natural that a bimbo babysitter wants their charges to grow up and become just as much a bimbo as them, right? So you brought her to my attention, and I helped her.”

That wasn’t what happened at all! Twilight squirms in protest, but Cadence buys the whole thing hook, line, and sinker.

“Of course I did! Twily’s always been a little twiggy, and that’s just so sad.” The bimbo pouts and turns to Twilight. “Sorry about all this, but I bet you feel a lot better now, huh?”

Celestia feels her pussy gush in delight at Twilight’s frustration, the young bimbo unable to speak between the hand now covering her mouth and the nurse’s careful attention between her legs. Placing her hand on Cadence’s shoulder, she pushes her back onto the bed and grins.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, why don’t you help me with a little problem I’m having?”

“Well,” Cadence says, smiling in mock thought, “I said I’d eat out Auntie Luna, and I already gave you so much attention earlier. But she can wait a little bit.”

Celestia grins and hugs the girl to her chest once more. The two embrace, before Cadence begins to kiss her way down the small curve of the Principal’s belly. Twilight shivers as the two cousins go down on one another, her hips unconsciously bucking against the seat. It takes her three whole minutes after Nurse Redheart joins them that she realizes she can leave without being stopped.

Five minutes after that, she finally stumbles out the door.

After a wonderful threesome, Celestia at last pulls her head out of the clouds and gets to her feet. With a little maneuvering, she manages to pull Cadence up with her as well. When the bimbo’s feet touch the floor, a pair of tall pink and purple platform heels encases them, giving her enough height to be level with Celestia’s lips.

“Give me a hand, would you?” the Principal scowls, as she fails yet again to button her coat. With her shirt ruined it was all that she had between her and the world, but as the two bimbos grunt and grumble in repeated attempts to contain Celestia’s chest, she finally throws up her hands in frustration.

“I told you, you need to stop getting bigger,” Cadence chuckles, standing up on her toes and rubbing her nose against Celestia’s. “At this rate you’re going to bust out of everything that you own. Not that that would be a bad thing.”

Celestia shakes her head and sighs. It was frustrating, having to walk through the halls topless, especially when her jacket was…

A shiver rolls down the Principal’s spine as she closes her eyes and grins. Why is she so worried about this? Everyone knows she had some of the best tits in the school, and she loves showing them off. With a little bit of situating, Celestia tries and purposefully fails to cover her plump nipples, letting the coat rest open and allowing her breasts to hang out in all their glory.

Seeing absolutely nothing wrong now with the idea of the Principal walking all but naked through the halls of the school, Cadence glances back to Redheart. The still addlebrained nurse mumbles something obviously intended to be sexy, and draw them back to the mattress but it only comes out in a string of grunts and moans. It very nearly does the trick, but with a little prompting from her Auntie, Cadence waves goodbye to Redheart and the two clack out into the halls, Celestia jiggling wildly with each step.

“Mm, what a good day,” the pink and purple bimbo giggles, small splashes of magic escaping into the hall as she walks, turning the entire bland white length leading up to the Nurse’s office a hot and slutty pink deserving of CHS. Celestia is only half listening as the slutty girl rambles, becoming very aware of the excited and lustful stares she’s receiving from her students. It was enough to make her start to lube up all over again. Shaking her head, she pulls herself back into Cadence’s monologue. “I can’t wait until I start working here. You’re sure it’s okay?”

“Of course I am. What’s a little nepotism among family? Besides, I want to keep you close enough that we don’t have to wait for you to drive over when I need a drink.”

The two women laugh as Celestia plants a wet kiss on Cadence’s forehead. Hand in hand, they walk back to the office. Luna’s door is closed and hushed voices escape from within, so the two retreat into the Principal’s Suite. Another burst of lingering magic from her cousin’s heels causes Celestia’s office to shift and change. Heart shaped throw pillows scatter themselves across the bed and the floor, the bed itself creaking and groaning as it grows large enough to support even more weight. Meanwhile, a lewd silhouette picture of three familiar figures frames itself against the far wall; one on her knees and leaning in, the other stretching back with her breasts thrust into the air, and the third standing behind, cupping them.

Of course, neither notice, things have always been this way since Cadence began living on her own. She is a regular guest in their house and at their private getaway at school as well. Despite the gaps in their ages, the three of them have become increasingly inseparable as they’ve grown older.

And so it is while engaged in some post-coital cuddling that the door to Luna’s office slams and a student rushes out. After a moment, the dark-haired Vice-Principal marches in with a scowl on her lips.

“Principal, we have a problem.”

“We sure do,” Celestia motions to her with a crook of her finger, trying to defuse the situation before it even starts. “I need one more piece of bread to feel like I’m a sandwich.”

“This is somewhat more serious,” Luna frowns, holding up a picture of a smiling girl with glittery blue-white hair. “Trixie Lulumoon was observing what happened in the Nurse’s office today. It seems she was following Twilight when she went to see you.”

“More trouble on account of Twilight?” Celestia buries her face in her hands and groans. “What am I going to do with that girl? What am I going to do about all this?”

“Sister, if I may?”

“Please, anything.”

“Leave the issue of Trixie to me. She does not know that I am involved yet. You focus your attention on reigning in Sparkle.”

“You’re sure that you can handle it?”

Luna’s lips part in a small, knowing smile. “Sister, I have been waiting ages for a chance like this; I’ll not let this opportunity pass me by.”

Celestia stares at her sister for a moment, then smile and nods. And so the scheming begins in earnest.