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 Wednesday, what a pleasant day. Raven, secretary to the Principals of Canterlot High, smiles as she enters the office and settles into her seat. Her mouth works itself around in small circles, wet smacks and pops escaping as she chomps away at the three-stick wad of pink gum. Stopping her unpacking only long enough to purse her plump lips in the mirror, the secretary smiles and adjusts the thick bun sitting at the back of her head before going over the scheduled appointments for the day.
 
 A quarter of an hour later, the two sisters stumble into the waiting room. Raven offers a wry smile and holds out two slips of paper to her bosses. Celestia shuffles forward, slight bags visible under her eyes as she takes the slip, grunts unintelligibly, and makes her way back to the office.
 
 “Did you two have a long night?” the secretary asks, earning a laugh from the younger sister.
 
 “Something like that; my sister may have overestimated the difference in switching between proofs. She’ll be fine once she gets her coffee.”
 
 With an unconvinced sound, Raven hands Luna her list. “These are your scheduled visits for today. As always, if you’ve got any overflow,” the secretary makes a show of wetting her lips and popping them lewdly, “I’m more than willing to handle larger projects.”
 
 “I am certain you are,” Luna giggles. “Though, I do appreciate it. Today feels like a day where everything is up in the air.”
 
 The two women exchange a short nod before Luna makes her way back to her office. Watching the bootylicious babe bounce along for several seconds, Raven reaches into her makeup drawer for her lipstick. Unfortunately—
 
 “Fudge,” she mumbles, staring at the nub of white just barely peeking past the rim of the stick. Working her lips a few times in thought, she eventually sighs. “That’s not nearly enough to cover my lips, and it was my favorite color too!”
 
 Pouting, Raven drums her fingers again the tabletop and wrestles with her options. Obviously, she needs to have lipstick; it just isn’t the same if she doesn’t feel the weight on her lips, or if she can’t leave fat, wet kiss marks all across the thighs and intimate places of her partners. But she can’t just leave, can she? Someone in her position must always be present, just in case. With a furrowed brow, the fat-lipped secretary stares off into space for a few seconds longer before pressing down on the intercom.
 
 “Um, Vice-Principal Luna?”
 
 A pause, then a crackling, breathlessly sweet voice responds, “Y-yes Raven?”
 
 “Could you,” Raven makes a small sound of surprise as her finger slips off the button. Pressing it down again, she continues. “I know it’s a long shot, but do you have any, like, white lipstick? I’m all out.”
 
 “I, ah, I might,” Luna says, her voice hitching over the intercom. “Let me, mm, check the contraband bin.”
 
 The Vice-Principal’s voice trails off into a series of pleased grunts which Raven shrugs off as normal. How could it not be? It’s not unusual to want to take the edge off first thing in the morning. She had done it a time or two herself, sometimes even during the school day.
 
 With that out of the way, the secretary goes about her morning tasks, hating the sensation of running her tongue over her less than slick lips. As she turns her attention to the e-mails that had arrived overnight, there’s a sudden banging as the door to the front office opens.
 
 “Where is she?” the slender young man says, storming towards her desk. Raven makes a show of biting her lip, sizing him up, but before she can really drink him in, he slams his palm on the table. The secretary squeals, jerking back in her seat, but the furious man pays no mind. With fire in his eyes, he clarifies.
 
 “Where. Is. My. Sister!?”
 
 ===
 
 Twilight sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. The Elements of Harmony stand around her looking rather sheepish. Finally, she settles her ire on Applejack.
 
 “Applejack, didn’t you say that you had some apples that you’d filled with magic?”
 
 “Uh, yes,” the bimbo cowgirl mutters, rubbing at her chin with her thumb. “But when I went to go get’em yesterday, they’d gone missing.”
 
 “So, someone just walked off with a bushel of bimbo apples?” the pony-princess-turned-human asks, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You don’t seem nearly as worried about that as you should.”
 
 The blonde scrunches up her face in thought before responding. “Well, it’s not good, but it’s not quite a bushel either, probably only twenty to thirty apples. You know it takes a while for the magic to get in an-”
 
 “I know that!” Twilight snaps, pouting as she sees her firm friend deflate. “But it’s just really obnoxious that we’re stuck with nothing. I told you girls we need to start making moves, and we need to do it as soon as possible. So, no matter what, I need you to bimbify at least one person by the end of the week.”
 
 There’s a small muttering of acknowledgement throughout the group, causing the purple haired girl to sigh again. Trying to get a bimbo to do anything outside of their forte tends to end up being an exercise in herding cats, and this experience is only further driving that point home. Well, at least now they can coordinate a plan. As she takes a breath however, a voice crackles over the school-wide intercom.
 
 “Twilight Sparkle, please report to the Principal’s Office. Twilight Sparkle, Principal’s Office. Thank you.”
 
 “Omigosh!” she snaps up at the box and stomps her foot. “Like, I haven’t even DONE anything yet!”
 
 “Twilight, dear,” Rarity says, stepping forward and smiling. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll manage. Go see what Principal Celestia wants, and we can catch up over lunch.”
 
 “Only if Sunset’s still tied up with helping Trixie, that Nosey Nancy,” Twilight mutters, crossing her arms under her chest. Still, with a little encouragement from her friends, the nerdy pony princess from another world makes her way down to the office. Pulling open the door, she puts on a tired face and sighs.
 
 “Okay, I’m here.”
 
 “Twily!”
 
 Eh? Twilight glances up as she’s rushed by an unfamiliar figure and pulled into an embrace. The stiff scent of detergent and starch hits her nose, with an underlying smell of sweat and soap. Foreign, but familiar. Resisting the urge to bury her face in the stranger’s chest, Twilight pushes herself away and scowls up at him.
 
 “Who the heck do you think you are?”
 
 The man winces, offering a small smile. “Twilight, it’s me; your brother.”
 
 Brother? Oh no. No, no, no. But, upon closer inspection, this lanky human certainly could pass for her brother in this world. Gulping, Twilight begins to sweat. She has to think a way out of this situation, and quickly!
 
 “I, uh, um...” Stellar work girl. As she chides herself, her brother continues.
 
 “I almost didn’t recognize you,” Shining Armor says frowning as he looks her up and down, shaking his head. “You only disappeared a little while ago, but you look like you’ve been under the knife at least a dozen times since then. What happened to you?”
 
 Twilight feels her blood run cold. Her brother didn’t seem to be affected by the glamour of the bimbo magic. Certainly an unexpected, and exceedingly unwelcome development to her future plans.
 
 Although, she thinks, technically he’s not her brother; rather he’s the brother of the Twilight of this universe. If that Twilight has thus far been unaffected by the magic, Shining would be expecting a twiggy girl (blech), not a bodacious bombshell such as herself. More importantly, did having sex with her brother count as incest when considered across dimensional lines? Wait, no! Bad Twilight! Stay focused!
 
 After a moment, a slow smile spreads across the bimbo’s lips. Perhaps she would be able to use this to her advantage and lessen Celestia’s influence. After a moment of hurried scheming, she reaches up and hugs her brother.
 
 “Oh Shining, it’s been totally awful! I’ve missed you so very much!”
 
 “I know, I know; I’ve missed you too.” Her brother turns, glaring at the secretary and Vice-Principal. The two women don’t seem to notice however, as the seated woman is far too excited that her boss is handing her a tube of lipstick. Huffing, Shining pulls her close to him again.
 
 “Don’t worry, Twily. Mom and Dad are on their way too. We’ll get this whole mess sorted out in short order, and put this school through the wringer for what they did to you.”
 
 “Mom, and Dad?” Uh-oh…
 
 “Twilight?” a weary voice calls out, even as the brainy bimbo’s eyes widen. Another body, smaller than her brother’s presses against her back; the younger girl’s nostrils filled with the quietly familiar scent of her mother’s hair. The whimpering woman hugs her ‘daughter’ close, crying into her back.
 
 “You’re here. You’re really, really here.” Turning the bimbo parody of her daughter around, Twilight Velvet looks her over with a mixture of relief and fury burning in her eyes. Glaring at the Vice-Principal, she storms up to the desk and growls, “Is this your school?”
 
 “Actually, it would be mine.” Principal Celestia calls out before opening the door to her office. Velvet gawks and Shining gulps, Twilight becoming acutely aware of her brother’s eyes trailing up the long, sculpted legs of the amazonian instructor and drinking in her wide hips and thighs, her pale skin out on full display as the Principal’s only garment below the waist is a pair of panties wedged snuggly up between her legs. The single button on her suit that can get around her breasts just barely manages to hold back a flood of cleavage, creaking quietly with every breath she takes. And of course, there is the meticulously maintained face of a woman who seems every bit glamorous and more than DTF.
 
 Twilight grits her teeth, earning a half look from the smug Celestia. As always, the Principal knows how to make an entrance and intimidate everyone in the room. Gone are the signs of exhaustion, and now only the cool, confident, and slightly catty Principal remains. Velvet is the first to shake off the woman’s stunning effect, contorting her face into a snarl.
 
 “If you’re in charge, then I demand you tell me what you have done to my daughter!” As Velvet fumes, the Principal turns her attention from mother to ‘daughter’, and offers a small smile.
 
 “I’m not quite sure what you mean by that. Twilight Sparkle is a student here at Canterlot High, and has been since the fall semester.”
 
 “That’s a lie,” the silver and purple haired woman hisses through her teeth. “I would never let my daughter come to this, this bimbo factory! You did something to her, and I demand to know why she looks like some, some, tarted up streetwalker!”
 
 “M-Mom, I’m right here!” Twilight manages to whine, earning an apologetic smile from the older woman.
 
 “Sorry sweetie, but you do look like you walked out of an eighties fashion catalogue. It’s really not a good look for you.” The brainy bimbo goes quiet, but pouts all the same as her mirror mother turns back to the Principal. “Now, tell me what’s going on here.”
 
 “Certainly, just follow me into my office and we’ll clear everything up, I’m sure.” The Principal offers a wry smile and steps back inside. But as Shining Armor falls in behind his mother and Twilight, Celestia turns and smirks. “Except you.”
 
 “That’s my son. He can come along if he wants.”
 
 The two women square off, Velvet not wanting to relent, but the Principal’s easy attitude doing more to get under her skin then she would like to admit. After looking him over and making a small show of licking her lips, Celestia shakes her head.
 
 “As entertaining as that might be, according to school policies, only parents and guardians can be present for matters involving students. So he’ll need to wait out here.”
 
 As Velvet sneers, Shining Armor smiles and touches her shoulder. “It’s fine Mom. The important thing is that we’ve found Twily. I’ll just wait for Dad and send him in when he arrives, okay?”
 
 The still irritated matriarch bobs her head once before taking Twilight’s hand and pulling her into the top trollop’s office. Velvet chances a look over her shoulder, seeing Shining squaring off against a rather apologetic looking pair. While she is a little anxious about leaving her boy alone with the women, she’s certain he can handle himself. Steeling her nerves, Velvet turns her eyes front and storms into the office.
 
 Once inside the Principal’s office, the door clicks shut behind them and the two Twilights are shown to their seats by the amazonian woman. Celestia still wears a pleasant smile, and little else aside from her shirt and the panties which seem prepared to slip between her cheeks at any moment, as she stalks around to the other side of the desk and sits down. The young princess does likewise, but the elder Twilight remains standing, her features contorted into a very serious scowl. Donning a slightly condescending smile, Celestia turns her palm up towards the perturbed parent.
 
 “You seem frustrated,” she chides, earning an extra wrinkle in Velvet’s forehead for her troubles. “Is that right?”
 
 “Of course that’s right, you snatched my daughter and turned her into some… some hussy!”
 
 Velvet wastes no time, going immediately onto the attack. She slams her palms against the Principal’s table, but quickly jerks away as a purple dildo with pink streaks wobbles and nearly falls onto her hand. Celestia’s lips curl into a surprised o-shape as she reaches out and snags the oblong object before it hits the ground.
 
 “Sorry about that, I suppose I wasn’t thinking when I set it there this morning.” Still smiling, the Principal tucks the dildo into an enclave in her desk. “But, I can understand why someone would be mad if someone else snatched their child.”
 
 Velvet raises an eyebrow as she presses forward. “So then you admit it? You took my Twilight?”
 
 “Not in the least.” Celestia sighs, waving her hand in a loose circle as she explains, “This is Canterlot High School, a place for young men and women to get an education. We also include a course load for individuals with a stronger bend towards open sexuality, which includes your daughter.”
 
 “My daughter is not some bimbo slut!”
 
 Pausing the lazy circular motion, the Principal frowns and points an almost accusing finger at Velvet. Her eyes burn with an almost furious look as she resonds. “Those are your words, not mine. Each one of my students is precious to me, and Twilight is no different. Still—” She stretches out behind her desk, her breasts bulging together and threatening to spill out of her inadequate top. “Your daughter has become incredibly difficult recently. She’s far too willful.”
 
 “Wh-why you!”
 
 Twilight flinches a little as she watches her mirror mother launch into another tirade about abduction and the involvement of the police. She had hoped, of course, that her own mother’s strong presence and forward demeanor would carry over into this woman, and Twilight can’t say that she’s disappointed. However, what is unnerving is the rather lackadaisical lethargy that surrounds the Principal’s words. It’s almost as if she doesn’t care.
 
 The bimbo stiffens. Could it be that Celestia already has the local government in her back pocket? That any attempt to involve the authorities is ultimately moot? No, no that’s extremely unlikely. By all accounts, the Elements in this world are still being tasked with creating bimboizing objects. Either Celestia can’t create them, won’t create them, or doesn’t know how. In either case, it’s safe to assume then that she’s hording whatever items she can get her hands on to make a power play in the near future.
 
 With that information, Twilight is able to relax a little, and even begin to draw up a little scheme. Bimbofying on a smaller scale would be less effective, but it would also keep Celestia from getting her mitts on any more items. Not to mention they would be easier to transport. There’s definitely a good amount of material to work through with this revelation.
 
 Feeling the fluttering in her belly calm a little, Twilight focuses her attention back on the conversation at hand. Velvet is very nearly red in the face by this point, her shoulders visibly heaving as she struggles for air. And still, Celestia looks complacent, even a little amused as she raps her fingers against the desk, and deflects the woman’s concerns yet again.
 
 “Yes, I can see how a sudden disappearance would be troublesome to a parent’s mind, but I assure you, that is not what has happened here.”
 
 “Stop playing me for a fool, Principal Celestia,” Velvet warns. “You might be trying to get me worked up, to agree to do something foolish, but I’m well aware that all we’ve done to this point is talk in circles. If you won’t give me the answers I want, I’m sure the police will, so let’s get down to the business of getting my daughter out of this school.”
 
 Velvet quivers as she sighs, her fists tightly clenched as she glowers at the Principal. Twilight can’t help but admire this woman, though she’s hardly surprised by her demeanor. Twilight Velvet is certainly not unattractive either, though her body is relatively small and slim, she carries herself with a much larger presence, accentuated by her hawkish features and icy eyes. Compared to some other women in their forties, or even her early fifties, it is clear that Velvet takes care of her body and skin, giving her the appearance of one five to six years younger, even though the creases of age are beginning to take their toll. All told she is a rather unassuming, but attractive woman, with a domineering personality when threatened; certainly, she is one truly worthy of being called ‘mother’.
 
 “I agree, there’s really no need to dance around the point,” Celestia nods. Rummaging in her desk and taking out a pen and several sheets of paper, the bimbo Principal stretches out and places them in front of Velvet’s still unused seat. Again, she smiles and turns up her hand to the growling woman. “Please, sit. We’ll get through this in short order.”
 
 Velvet still retains her stern demeanor, but finally does as she’s told. Celestia smiles and holds the end of the pen out to her. She takes it, feeling a small jolt of static and spotting an unusual pink spark as she brushes her fingers near to the Principal’s. After giving her hand a gentle shake, Velvet presses the pen to her lip and begins reading over the paperwork in front of her.
 
 “A notice of withdrawal?” she asks, glancing up to the bubbly woman. Celestia bobs her head.
 
 “That’s right; we need to keep track of the students who leave our school at the request of their parents. It helps keep track of funding and the like.”
 
 Velvet snorts and scowls. “You won’t have much use for funding when I’m through with you, Principal.”
 
 “I wouldn’t worry about that,” the chesty amazon responds, donning a smug smile and meeting the colder woman’s gaze head on. “I’d be more concerned about the wrinkles you’re etching on your face by holding that look for too long.”
 
 There’s a gentle flinch on the part of the older woman, whose scowl does relent a touch. Velvet certainly isn’t unaware of her age, and despite her attempts to proceed gracefully down the years with her husband, it is inevitable that after two troublesome children, she would have a few… signs of strain. But, it is okay, they give her a dignified appearance. They certainly aren’t the sort of thing she stares at in the mirror every morning before applying her make-up, wishing they would just melt away. Not at all…
 
 “Ms. Velvet?” Celestia’s gentle voice snaps her back to reality. The woman with purple and silver hair blinks in confusion, before settling on the gently smiling Principal. “The paperwork?”
 
 “O-of course,” she grumbles, looking over the sheet again and collecting herself. “So I write Twilight’s name, fill in personal information, then circle that I’m her parent, and then date it?”
 
 “For that one, yes. There’s also more information on the other pages, and I’ll have you sign at the end,” Celestia nods. Then, her face lights up. “Oh, I can be such a forgetful airhead sometimes. I need to make a copy of a photo ID as well. We need it for security purposes, and to submit to the city as part of the removal process.”
 
 Of course, that makes sense. A paper trail is incredibly important when dealing with children, even if they’re leaving. She can certainly accommodate that.
 
 Taking out her driver’s license, Velvet hands it to the Principal who looks it over, and then sets about scanning it into the computer. Turning her attention to the paperwork, Velvet writes out Twilight’s name, though she pauses mid-way through and shoots Celestia a suspicious stare. The amazon raises an eyebrow, along with the corner of her lip.
 
 “Everything all right?”
 
 “Hot pink?” Velvet sighs, giving the pen a gentle shake. Celestia smirks as she sees Twilight go rigid, though her mother misses the action. “You’re making me write in pink ink?”
 
 “Pink is a wonderful color,” Celestia giggles. “You shouldn’t be too worried about it.”
 
 Velvet wets her lips and frowns, Twilight taking the chance to butt in. “Mom, don’t you have a pen of your own? It would be better if-”
 
 “Twilight,” Celestia cuts her off with a glance. “I appreciate your attempt to help in this situation, but your mother has already begun filling out the paperwork. It would be strange to see the ink change so suddenly.”
 
 The purple haired girl goes quiet as her mirror mother sighs. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you don’t have another one?”
 
 “Pink is a color that Canterlot High uses with pride,” the Principal responds with a smile. “It’s distinctive, and I make an effort to have all of my paperwork come out of here written in pink. Please, just humor me.”
 
 Velvet glances to her daughter, who shakes her head, then back to the Principal who continues staring at her. With a sigh, and much to Twilight’s chagrin, she puts the pen to the page again and quickly fills in the blanks, the rest of Twilight’s name and her own, marking herself as a parent, adding her daughter’s social security number, and any number of other slots.
 
 As with all paperwork, it’s rather tedious, but Celestia remains helpful throughout, catching small errors and directing her to other boxes she might have missed otherwise. Despite her distaste for the airhead, Velvet can’t help but admit that the Principal is good at her job, or at the very least well trained. Whenever there’s a question, she’s already on top of it, handling it with the practiced grace of a woman with experience.
 
 That thought brings an unbidden thought to her mind, of the taller, bustier, more powerful woman having her way with the students she’s charged to educate, though Velvet is quick to shake the thought loose. As a writer by profession, flashes of stories are hardly unfamiliar to her, including some tending towards a more lurid bent. Of course, she has included such incidents a time or two in her own writing, but never anything too racy; after all, the truest form of intimacy was between two individuals who couldn’t stand to be apart.
 
 But is that really true? There certainly is something to be said for more exciting forms of intercourse, and even she and her husband have experimented with something to spice up the bedroom every so often. It rarely sticks, but the important thing is that they do it together. So, perhaps there is something to be said for the wild life, though she might not agree with it.
 
 As she continues filling out the paperwork, she feels her mind drift to the Principal time and time again. Curiosity about the stacked woman and her life begins to overwhelm the novelist, her mind reaching and wrestling with the strange situations which Celestia has undoubtedly found herself over the years; both as a woman in a position of power, and as an incredibly attractive woman.
 
 So engrossed is Velvet in her paperwork and constructing a unique history for Celestia, she doesn’t even hear the doorknob rattle behind her.
 
 ===
 
 After parking in the lot, Night Light hurries into the front office. He had been across town at a meeting when he got the word, and hadn’t hesitated to drop what he was doing and hurry over to the CHS campus. Even though Fancy Pants had threatened to give him the boot, Night was a man who would do anything, anything for his family. And so, when the dark haired man so wrapped up in his thoughts hurries around the corner into the office, he nearly tumbles ass-over-end across the receptionist’s desk. Pushing himself up on his palms, he meets the secretary’s eyes.
 
 “Wh-where are they?” he asks with a labored gasp, his eyes wide as he searches for some sign of understanding in Raven’s eyes. “My wife and daughter. They’re still here, right?”
 
 The secretary purses her plump lips and raises an eyebrow. Despite his anxiety, Night can’t help but watch the tender flesh, laden with white, as it shifts and moves. At last, her eyes light up and she smiles.
 
 “Sparkle, Twilight?”
 
 “Yes, yes that’s her,” Night breathes, feeling a gentle, comforting weight around his shoulders. Finally, someone who knew his little girl. “They’re still here, right?”
 
 “Yup, they’re in the Principal’s office right now.”
 
 Without so much as a thank you, Night Light pushes himself into a standing position and walks around to the other side of the table. But as he reaches for the door, Raven calls out to him again.
 
 “Ah, just a moment; could I have you sign a couple release forms for me?” She offers a sheepish smile and waves them in his direction. “Your wife was very worked up when she came in, so between all the snapping and shouting I couldn’t find the heart to ask her.”
 
 Frowning, Night Light closes his hand around the doorknob, the door quivering at his touch. There, on the other side of the door, he can hear the quiet scritch-scratch of a pen on paper, promising his wife and daughter. So very close.
 
 “Can’t it wait? I-I’d really like to see my daughter.”
 
 “I promise, it’ll only take a couple minutes,” the seductive secretary purrs. Night Light turns and sees a playful glint in her eyes that sends a shiver down his spine. “And besides, it will expedite things when you’re ready to go.”
 
 After a moment, the dark haired man grits his teeth, before nodding and turning away from the door to approach alongside Raven. She stands, giving him room to bend over and scribble his name on the paperwork. Night stiffens as the secretary places a hand on his back, the pretty woman leaning over and pointing to a section of the paper.
 
 “There too, that absolves us from having to provide your daughter a meal every day,” she whispers. Night Light does as he’s told and flips to the next page. The process proceeds in much the same way, Night signing, Raven pointing out any difficulties, and switching to the next page. With each page however, the secretary drifts closer and closer, her hand sliding from the middle of her back down ever lower. Night gulps, finding it difficult to keep his eyes on the page and not on the woman’s partially unbuttoned shirt, or the too-short skirt that still struggles with her enormous pear-shape.
 
 Clenching the pen tight in his grip, the father of two renews his efforts to devote his attention just to the paperwork. His noble attempt is stopped cold however, when he feel the hot breath of Raven tickling his ear.
 
 “Almost there,” she chides him. Night’s body jerks slightly as her hand slides down off his spine, over his backside, and down between his legs. The saucy seductress cradles his testicles, sliding her fingers and nails along the thin fabric with a tender touch. “I know your wife was worked up, but you seem especially tense, Mr. Light.”
 
 Night turns to tell her to remove her hand, but when he makes eye contact with the secretary, his stomach drops. A gentle quivering works its way through his body as his lips part and close, failing to form even the simplest of words. Raven giggles, her lips taking on a momentary pink spark as she leans in and kisses him.
 
 A surge rumbles through the father’s body, locking his knees in place. His previously comfortable slacks tighten as blood rushes between his legs. Night’s once reserved demeanor begins to fade as his gold eyes glaze over. A slow smile spreads across his face, one which Raven matches with ease.
 
 “I can see exactly what it is you need,” the secretary murmurs, pointing to her chair. “Unbutton your pants and pull up a seat; when I’m done with you, you’ll feel like a new man.”
 
 To the foggy-headed Night Light, letting this pretty woman take care of all his stresses and concerns sounds like the best idea in the world. His fingers work the belt loose around his waist, and quickly move on to the clasp keeping his pants up. As it falls away, so too do his slacks, crumpling into a heap on the floor, revealing his white briefs to the world.
 
 Raven gives him a little push, and the man collapses into the chair, staring up at her with a mixture of wonder and lust. His happy smile turns dopey as the secretary swings her hips around in a small circle, never taking her eyes off his face even as his trail down to the broadest part of her body. With an easy motion, Raven turns and pushes out her backside, coming dangerously close to burying Night’s face in it, before hitching her fingers in the waist of her skirt and dragging it down.
 
 The cool air of the school causes small bits of gooseflesh to break out across Raven’s bountiful backside, and the accompanying shiver makes her nipples harden. His eyes were on her butt, and the delightful tingles she felt all through her body reminded her why having her ass admired was one of the greatest feelings in the world. After several long seconds of stripping, she steps out of her skirt, casually dropping it across her desk. With a half turn, she drops to her knees, feeling them dig into the plush carpet and turns her attention to another of her many loves. Dick.
 
 Rubbing her cheek against his strained briefs, Raven gives a happy little sigh. How long has it been since she got to work with a parent in such a hands on manner? A whole day? Maybe even two? Regardless, it was far too long for her liking. The slutty secretary buries her face in the man’s crotch, inhaling deeply as she rubs her cheek against his still growing erection.
 
 “There we go; that’s a little better, right?” she teases, pushing her prodigious posterior out and feeling the comfy carpet tickle her knees. Night Light stares down at her in a daze, nodding mutely as his eyes flit between her face and her backside. Raven giggles and reaches up, her fingers sliding up and down his dick. “Are you an ass man, Mr. Light? It’s okay to stare, you know; I love it when my big bubble butt is the center of attention.”
 
 Night lets out a shaky breath and nods, his eyes drifting away from her face, much to Raven’s delight. She continues breathing in the clean but slightly musky scent of another woman’s husband, reveling in the subtle stink. At last, certain that he’s fully entranced and, with breathless intent, Raven grips the elastic band of his underwear and pulls it away, revealing his erection in all its glory.
 
 That’s what Raven would say to him, if he had been alert or lucid enough to comprehend. In truth, his penis is painfully average, perhaps even a little less so than what she is used to. Still, the secretary hides her disappointment well, glancing up at the doting dad and batting her eyes a few times as her breath tickles across the length of his dick. Night flinches a little, letting out a small gasp, which brings a smile to her lips.
 
 “See, Mister Light? I totally told you that this is exactly what you needed: a little Tee-Ell-Sea from a bottom-heavy Sec-re-tar-y.”
 
 Night Light grunts as she enunciates, which is more than enough for the sultry siren. With another giggle, she leans forward and plants and wet kiss on the tip of his penis. As the man gives a gentle shudder, Raven smirks and closes her eyes, continuing to work her luscious lips in short kissing motions on and around the same spot. She even goes so far as to add a little tongue, lavishing his dick with the attention it deserves.
 
 After a few solid minutes of sloppy suckling, Raven pulls her head back with a gasp, eager to catch her breath. Unwilling to give Night Light a moment of relief however, she switches to her hand, gently pumping her way up and down the shaft. Though only separated by his wife by a thin wall, Night squirms and makes breathless little sounds of delight, which bring a smile to Raven’s face. But as she approaches for another round of entertainment, something gives her pause.
 
 Something is wrong, she thinks to herself, the steady tugs tapering off as she brings her fingers away from the firm middle and instead approach the spongy tip. While still decorated with fat, white glossed kisses from her attention earlier, the lipstick seems to be somehow more lustrous than before. And struggling to cover the same amount of space.
 
 A gentle touch, and accompanying groan from her seated stud, helps to confirm that, yes, somehow the head of his cock had swollen even larger. With a giddy smile, Raven glances up to Night and chides him, “Why Mr. Light, you should have told me that you were a grower instead of a shower.”
 
 Perhaps she would take her time with this one after all. A suitably large dick is certainly deserving of her utmost attention. Reaching up, she applies another healthy does of lipstick, her lips sparking with magical energy as she debates whether to decorate his sack or his shaft with her loving affection. Somehow, the secretary knows that either way she’ll be pleased with the results.
 
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 Twilight glances to the door as it quivers, hoping that someone, anyone’s, entrance into the room will break the monotony of her mother writing and marking up the paperwork. Unfortunately, the assistance never comes, and the bimbo is forced to turn her attention back to the two older women. Her forehead crinkles a little in frustration.
 
 What exactly is the Principal getting at here? Of course, the revelation of the pink ink had been cause for concern, but if it’s just being used to fill out paperwork, what could the harm be? But why would she waste the magical ink that Rarity and Applejack had worked so hard to produce for her?
 
 A small smirk works its way across Twilight’s face as a new idea dawns on her. Maybe the Principal has finally gone off the deep end and fully embraced her ditzy bimbo persona? Despite seeming even keeled, to the princess’ sharp eyes there was no hiding the occasional teasing touch going on behind Celestia’s desk. Like a needy animal, the Principal touches herself, her face contorting slightly as she watches Velvet work. Oh how far the mighty have fallen, Twilight muses.
 
 If that’s the case, then there is nothing to be afraid of, everything is going spectacularly. Within the hour she’ll be out of this school, and free to operate outside of the purview of the Principal. That should make things much easier, having eyes both inside and out, especially if Celestia’s losing her grip already. Just a small little push…
 
 And yet, a small, niggling sensation remains in her belly. The confident aura that Celestia projects never falters, not even once. She has something in her back pocket, or rather tucked into the back of her panties, Twilight’s sure of it!
 
 “That should about do it,” the Principal says, looking over the paperwork with a gentle smile. After flipping back and forth a few times, she looks up at the rather frazzled Velvet and hands the last page back to her. “All you need to do is sign, and the district will be able to check this information to officially withdraw your daughter from CHS. Since I’m sure everything will be in order, you can take Twilight home.”
 
 With a sigh of relief, Velvet reaches out to sign her name and put an end to this nightmare. Finally, they can all go home and be a family again.
 
 Thus, it comes as a surprise when her daughter lunges across the room and slaps the pen out of her hand with a howl, “No don’t sign it!”
 
 The pen clatters against the wall, and Twilight doesn’t miss the scowl that dances across Principal Celestia’s lips. So that was the pen after all. The smug sense of satisfaction drives the brainy bimbo forward, turning her attention back to her mirror mother.
 
 “Twilight?” Velvet asks, causing the younger woman to flinch a little. The shock and hurt are plainly obvious in her voice, and the fact that she’s clinging to her hand doesn’t help matters at all. “What, what is this about?”
 
 “You can’t sign that,” Twilight insists, her mind whirring as she tries to craft a clever defense against the wily woman’s tactics. Finally, she decides to appeal to her mother’s suspicion. “Principal Celestia’s a tricky woman, I’m sure that there’s something in there that’s going to tilt the scales in her favor.”
 
 Velvet glances back at the top-heavy trollop in charge who simply offers up a small shrug and pushes the paper towards the two of them.
 
 “If you like, you’re welcome to read over it as many times at it takes. This is simply withdrawal paperwork that states that you, Twilight Velvet, are in fact Twilight Sparkle’s mother, and that I am no longer accountable for her education.”
 
 Now it’s Twilight’s turn to flinch, an action not missed by the powerful Principal. The buxom woman’s lip curls into a smile as she taps her finger twice on the stack and fixes Twilight with a stern stare, daring her.
 
 “Please. Go ahead and take a look if you like. I would hate for you to feel like I’m cheating you in some way.”
 
 This woman is nothing but trouble; Twilight silently fumes, grinding her teeth as she glares at the tricky tart. Of course, she isn’t lying. She doesn’t have to; the paperwork is undoubtedly clear in its intent. But, if it were to be combined with the magic, who knows what could happen?
 
 “Twilight, I understand that you’ve been through a lot,” Velvet sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But, you need to calm down. Go sit and let me finish this up.”
 
 The brainy girl opens her mouth to protest, but struggles to find the words. Worse still, she feels her legs moving of their own volition, leading her back to the chair she’d abandoned. She settles in, watching with an anxious uncertainty as Velvet picks up the pen and gives Celestia an apologetic smile.
 
 “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
 
 “That’s fine, as I said she’s proven to be quite the handful since she arrived here.”
 
 Velvet nods, but doesn’t say anything. True, her daughter can be difficult, but she’s acting out on an entirely different level. Well, no matter. It’s not the Principal’s problem any more.
 
 With a flourish, the mother of two signs her name, Twilight in turn clenching up to await the coming storm. The seconds tick by and nothing happens, prompting the brainy bimbo to peek out at the other two women. Everything seems to be fine. Nothing’s happening. With a sigh of relief, Twilight finally relaxes.
 
 Then the changes hit her like a freight train.
 
 Compared to the physical transformation she underwent upon finding the spell book, this feels entirely different. The inside of her brain feels as though it’s being scrubbed out, memories of two completely different lives crashing against one another, mingling, competing for dominance.
 
 On the one hand, she very clearly remembers growing up as a pony, a unicorn to be precise. She lived in a world full of other ponies who could do magic, fly through the air, and grow and harvest all kinds of crops with ease. They were her friends, and very much a part of her life.
 
 On the other, Twilight’s body is very clearly that of a human girl. Thus, all the memories of her growing up in this world make logical sense. The woman across from her was her mother and, for some strange reason, she didn’t like the Principal. At all.
 
 But even as she struggles to retain a consciousness of who she is, Twilight notices that nothing else seems to be changing. Her mother(?) is still very clearly the same as she was when she walked through the door, slim and slender in relation to her own curves. Perhaps Twilight got her body type further back down the line? Agh! So confusing!
 
 Celestia chances a glance over to the mentally stumbling Sparkle and smiles. While she had been uncertain going in, having Velvet claim Twilight as her own, even on paper, seems to be enough to send the brainy bimbo reeling. More importantly, the pen is working as she had hoped it would, which opens the door to a more, enticing proposition.
 
 “So, is that everything?” the purple and silver haired woman asks, leaning back in her chair. The tension seems to seep out of her body, leaving her feeling somehow both weightless and listless. Lifting her head, she raises an eyebrow as the Principal picks up the papers, straightens them out, and gives them a once over.
 
 “I’d say everything is in order,” she laughs and extends her hand. After a moment of hesitation, Velvet takes it and gives a firm shake. A part of her regrets that she’ll have to continue to press charges after leaving the school, but the otherwise professional Principal has proven to be tight-lipped regarding her daughter’s presence at the school. That simply won’t stand.
 
 However, as Velvet moves to pull away from the desk, Celestia’s hand continues to hold hers. The mother’s eyes glance up in confusion, and the Principal smiles. “While that is all the necessary paperwork, I would appreciate it if you took some time to fill out a response sheet, just on how you found the process to be, and perhaps where we can expedite things in the future?”
 
 The mother shoots Celestia frustrated look, and the Principal holds up her hand. “This will take no more than five minutes, I promise.”
 
 With a sigh, Velvet motions for her to hand over the paper, which Celestia does in earnest. Clicking her tongue a few times, the older woman doesn’t even consider switching out the pink-inked pen for one of her own, tapping it against her lower lip and reads the first question.
 
 1. How do you feel now that you’ve finished withdrawing your student?
 
 Well, relief obviously, something Velvet doesn’t hesitate to write down. And it is true, as the anxiety and bundle of nerves that she has been suffering from throughout the process disappears in an instant. With a gentle smile on her face, she adds ‘satisfied’ and ‘impressed with the Principal’ to the list. Sure enough, she does feel a pleasant buzz overtake her body, leaving her skin feeling as though a gentle shock were running over her. And, if it weren’t already obvious, of course she is pleased with the Principal.
 
 Principal Celestia has proven herself to be a woman capable of handling anything thrown her way, from frustrated parents to willful students. On top of that, she’s taken it upon herself to create a course load for girls who might otherwise get left behind because of more, base desires. While they might not be able to see eye to eye on many things, Velvet is certainly impressed with the woman’s tenacity, frankness, and the presence she projects.
 
 Of course, the last is certainly assisted by the admirable amazon’s amazing assets. Sex on legs fails to encompass the entire enormity of the Principal’s full figure, as her legs themselves could fill pages with their thick, enticing shape. Not for the first time, Velvet considers adding a character similar to the Principal to her next novel, perhaps as a femme fatale with a taste for younger men? With a shake of her head, Velvet snaps back to reality and tears her eyes away from the sultry stare of the Principal to turn back to the questionnaire.
 
 2. Did the Principal meet your needs? Even though you are leaving the CHS family, do you feel you have a better understanding of who the staff are and how they operate?
 
 Of course, the Principal did an excellent job of attending to her concerns. And, yes, Velvet admits, she had entered into the school with trepidation and concern, but after spending time with the Principal and seeing her in action, she realized that perhaps she had been a little presumptuous.
 
 As she writes her response, the older woman begins to feel that she may have proven to be a little difficult towards Celestia. Of course, she is undoubtedly used to it considering her position, but even still there is a twinge of regret in her belly. After all, the woman is only doing her job, and had they met under different circumstances, Velvet is certain that they could have become fast friends. Once they got over the differences in appearances, of course. Although, who is to say that they still couldn’t now?
 
 Oh, the little matter of withdrawing her daughter. That might throw a wrench into the works, considering the two of them will likely never see one another again. How very unfortunate, especially since the school seems to be doing so well under Principal Celestia’s attentions.
 
 3. What is your impression of the Principal?
 
 Velvet immediately rattles off several talking points, regurgitating those mentioned previously, as well as several others about her demeanor and attitude. The thoughts of the younger woman as trashy begin to be filtered out by more positive aspects. And the more she writes, the more Velvet realizes that the Principal has left quite an impression on her. She looks up into the woman’s eyes again and matches her smile with her own. The gaze seems to last for an eternity before Celestia coughs and glances down at the paper.
 
 “Ms. Velvet? You, seem to have gone off the page.”
 
 “Hm? Oh!” the older woman makes a small sound of surprise as she sees that she hadn’t stopped writing and that, indeed, she’d begun writing on the Principal’s desk. With an apologetic smile, she quickly rubs it out with her thumb before glancing over what she’d written.
 
 Well, that was strange, somewhere along the line, Velvet had begun writing less about who the Principal was, and more about her physically, and in the lewdest way possible, with such descriptions as having: heavenly heaving hangers, luscious lips, a beautifully bubbly backside, and even something about her feet which was where she went off the page.
 
 While certainly embarrassing to admit, it isn’t as if the things she had written weren’t true, so Velvet leaves them as they are. No need to carry on looking like a fool any longer than she has to.
 
 4. Were you made to feel inadequate by the Principal in any way? Please explain (feel free to use the reverse side if necessary):
 
 There’s a momentary pause as Velvet reads the question a few more times. She does remember, distantly, that the Principal had been somewhat aloof when they had begun the encounter, but that had changed. There is undoubtedly a sense of mutual respect between them now. Why else would the Principal feel so comfortable touching herself in front of her?
 
 Wait…
 
 Velvet’s forehead wrinkles slightly as she watches the Principal openly sliding her fingers between her legs, her gentle features marred by a look of intense concentration as she bites down on her lip. Part of her wants to be disgusted, but the mother of two can’t help but feel a slight admiration for what Celestia is doing. This woman is free to do as she pleases, with no concern for what anyone else thinks. Still, something tugs at her, begs a question to be asked.
 
 “P-Principal Celestia?”
 
 “Hmm?” the chesty woman fixes her with a lidded stare, her lips curling up in a lazy smile. Velvet feels her mouth go dry, and her throat tightens as she struggles to get the words out.
 
 “Why, why are you doing that?”
 
 “Oh, it’s been a stressful morning,” Celestia admits with a gentle moan, reaching her hand under her desk and rummaging around for a moment. She pulls out the dildo from before and begins to kiss at it affectionately, her eyes drifting back towards the still somewhat stuffy mother. “I’ve just got to take the edge off. But you don’t mind, do you?”
 
 “Of, of course not!” Velvet stammers. She wasn’t a sexual prude after all, and could appreciate the effort it took for a woman to feel confident in her body. Just, she didn’t. Even though she had landed a husband, he only had an average—
 
 That wasn’t right. Her husband, Night Light, was anything but average; he could make her insides quiver with every thrust. In the bedroom, she was certainly lucky to have such a man, though his work kept him away from the family at the most inopportune times, like now. If there was anywhere to start, it had to be there. With her resolve strengthened, Velvet makes a quick note about how she felt somewhat isolated with her husband being away, and somehow felt more inhibited than Celestia.
 
 Was that really unusual though? Velvet suddenly recalls Night’s work keeping him away from home, sometimes for weeks at a time; it was part of being a partner in Fancy Pant’s firm involved a lot of jet setting and long trips away from the family. That’s one reason that she had become so resolute in the raising of their children. They needed a firm had to guide them. And besides, Night’s ravenous sexual appetite often put them in precarious positions when he was home, the pair eager to try out all manner of exciting positions and toys. Velvet’s body tightens in delight as she mentally counts down the days until her husband returns.
 
 But returning to the question, the now less sexually inhibited Velvet writes with relative ease about how she somehow felt less like a woman in the presence of the Principal. Again, it was a little awkward, but the questionnaire had asked her to be truthful, and so she decides she will be. At great length, she lists the Principal’s features, quickly filling the allotted section and rolling over onto the back. The grocery list style envious rattling finally slows, and Velvet feels a gentle tingle taking over her body as she reads over them.
 
 ‘Principal Celestia has so much beautiful hair’
 
 Starting at the top was good, though Velvet is quick to wonder why she was so eager to write that down. Indeed, the Principal’s hair is wonderful with a unique wave and luster all its own, but her own is nothing to scoff at. She takes a few rapidly lengthening strands in her fingers, letting the silky smoothness slide out from her grip as it hurries down towards the small of her back. The list goes on, depicting almost depressing statements about her own hair in comparison to the Principal. Which, in hindsight, is absolutely ridiculous to even consider.
 
 As the hair falling over her shoulders begins to curl up in an impossible manner, she remembers back to thinking the Principal, her daughter, and even the school, were trashy. How could she have thought that? These women are gorgeous, and with a sense of style that was so similar to her own that she can’t feel any animosity towards them. With the thoughts still lingering, Velvet continues.
 
 ‘She looks incredible for her age’
 
 Granted, the Principal is only in her thirties, but she looks like she could pass for a college co-ed with the right clothing. But again, Velvet is no slouch herself. Even though her husband is regularly away from the homestead, she takes excellent care of her body. Under her dress, Velvet’s already acceptable body tightens and tones, forcing her to sit a little higher in her chair. The less obvious signs of sag seem to disappear completely, while the more obvious ones lessen until they showcase a healthy sort of long-term relationship with gravity.
 
 Velvet instinctively runs a hand over her taut belly, marveling again at how after two children and nearly twenty-five years of marriage, she has retained an incredible figure. As she smiles, several of the early onset wrinkles on her forehead smooth out, leaving only the delicate lines around the edges of her eyes and her lips, signs of a woman who has spent much of her life smiling.
 
 ‘Her body oozes sex appeal’
 
 The older woman’s already boosted confidence skyrockets as her dress shortens and the neckline drops lower, revealing ever more of her slender legs and still small chest. The latter quickly changes with the addition of a push-up bra, providing the otherwise petite woman with a respectable amount of cleavage.
 
 With years had come experience, however, and Velvet now sits with her legs crossed, absently flicking her two-inch heel with her toes. A mature radiance surrounds the confident woman, whose gentle smile and sparkling blue eyes are still more than capable of a come-hither look to make her hubby change into a ravenous animal.
 
 Down and down the list Velvet goes, her body continually shifting and changing throughout the process. Her comment about the Principal’s thick bottom and thighs cause her own backside to first firm, and then swell out past a solid handful, into a sizeable rump. She rubs her swelling thighs together, comfortably aware of how the once loose dress now seems to cling to her lower body. The rough fabric against her smooth legs gives her such a thrill.
 
 Likewise, her hips widen into proper MILF proportions, after lamenting how broad Celestia’s were. They pop quietly as they swell outwards, threatening to brush against the arms or the chair before finally stopping, assuring fertility for anyone who caught sight of her. The ghostly tingle of the memory of Night’s hands groping at her abundant hips as he railed her from behind sends Velvet shivering.
 
 With a statement about the Principal’s height, Velvet’s legs lengthen slightly, putting her a good head taller than her daughter, though still smaller than the Principal, and her sassy heels stretch up another three inches. Change, after change, after change pass over the blissfully unaware bimbo-to-be like water, and, like water, each one leaves her recently engorged pussy feeling wetter.
 
 Throughout the process, the two women in the room observe her closely, Twilight with a barely restrained dismay as her memories shift to accommodate the morphing matriarch, and Celestia delight. The amazon has unbuttoned her suit coat, letting her heavy breasts jiggle free as she dips the dildo in and out of her cunny, breathlessly touching herself as she watches the stern mother of two transition further into a MILFy bimbo by way of her own perceived shortcomings.
 
 Even with all the delightful distractions, Celestia casts her eyes towards the bottom of the list, happy to see a plethora of mental changes written down as well. The panting woman across from her undoubtedly is feeling the wonderfully electric sensations of her newly enhanced sensitive body, synapses firing to make sure that she loved to be touched and seen at any opportunity, that dirty talk comes second nature, and that she’s easily put on edge. There’s just one hang-up that the Principal can’t seem to get over.
 
 “Ms. Velvet?” she asks, the flushed female face rising to meet hers. “Are you sure you’re done with that list? Nothing you want to add?”
 
 The matron mumbles her way through the list, then shakes her head and offers a happy little smile. “No, I think that’s everything.”
 
 After all of that, not a single word about her tits? Celestia grits her teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze her chest too tightly. The woman could hardly be called a bimbo with beestings like that. More than that, Celestia’s tits were, like, her best feature! The nerve of this woman; but, how was she supposed to approach the situation? Velvet flips over to the other side, leaving the Principal mulling for a solution as she moves on to the last question.
 
 5. Where do you think the Principal can improve?
 
 Velvet pauses for a moment, placing the pen to her plumper lips, then smiles. Celestia was clearly up to the task of attending to the needs of parents and students, and so any improvements would be superficial at best. Considering the rather plain looking appearance of the paper, it would likely never leave the school, and serve Principal Celestia as a point of reference for the future. In that case, why not have a little fun at her expense? With a playful smile, Velvet begins writing.
 
 ‘Principal Celestia could serve the student body better by wearing even less than she already is.’
 
 There’s a pop of magic as the dress Velvet wears shortens and thins, leaving only a thin set of straps on her shoulder and a ruffled piece of pale white fabric across her chest and around her hips. The rest of the dress goes sheer, resulting in a saucy looking teddy that showcases the purple and silver haired woman’s forty-plus fit body.
 
 ‘She could also wear heavier make-up, not to cover up, but to catch even more attention.’
 
 The delicate dusting of silver eye shadow and lip gloss already on her face become more pronounced, shifting Velvet’s face from an older beauty, to a clearly sexually inclined mature woman. The eye shadow stretches off her eyes, giving them a more cat-like appearance, and her lips seem to swell larger, promising passionate kisses to those she chooses. The Principal could learn a thing or two about slutting it up from her, Velvet thinks with a grin.
 
 ‘But at the same time, there’s no question that the make-up would fail in light of a pair of even bigger titties to placate her more rambunctious students.’
 
 Celestia’s eyes widen as she continues touching herself, giving a small whimper of protest as the slutty MILF in front of her undergoes another radical change. The teddy, once comfortably situated, suddenly begins to strain as Velvet’s chest begins to swell. Within a short period of time, the mother of two goes from being comfortably slim, to absolutely enormous.
 
 Velvet pauses to reach up and massage her barely covered breasts, something she has been doing since they had begun to come in at an early age. To say she was obsessed with them would be, well, accurate; she has always loved the sensation and weight that they brought, and had been eager to get knocked up in the hopes that they’d swell even larger. But, with Night’s job, they had been lucky to get the two children they had, though Velvet dearly wanted another.
 
 Yes, while the Principal is admirably large, Velvet herself knows that bigger is better. Perhaps she could convince the younger woman to add a little more up top. It can only help after all.
 
 While the now mountainous matriarch paws at herself and considers corrupting the Principal, Celestia, despite her dominance as a tit queen being threatened, can only continue to masturbate, eying the exaggerated woman in front of her. She’d never expected this, but now that it was here, the Principal finds herself enjoying the show. After a moment, the older bimbo smiles and writes again.
 
 ‘I think the Principal could best benefit, however, by giving special attention to the boys under her care.’
 
 Before the magic can take effect, she quickly finished by adding:
 
 ‘And so show these bimbos how to become the best they can by becoming an even bigger bimbo.’
 
 At once, the pen clatters from Velvet’s hand as her eyes take on a distant, glossy quality. Her brain, previously moving along at a brisk pace, seems to slow down to a crawl. A wave of new memories washes over the now fully transformed bimbo, lurid, enticing, wonderful and terrible all at the same time. There are some sparks from her old memory, her old life as a plain, flat, boring novelist, but they are quickly overcome by the new, super curvy, sexually charged, novelist with a passion for writing smut.
 
 She distinctly remembers the numerous sexual encounters with Night Light that almost ended in disaster, such as nearly being caught having sex outside a restaurant, while her editor waits from them inside. Numerous novels, filled to the brim with sexual exploits both her own, and from the deepest fantasies suddenly spring to mind, and into existence. The super-charged sex-machine clenches her thighs together at the wonderful thought of being together with her family, reunited with her daughter, and able to take care of her boys as well.
 
 Even with her new ditzy and slightly scattered brained attitude, the novelist’s brain begins to chug forward again with the new rewiring. As she gets back up to a comparable speed, a few novels appear on Celestia’s bookshelf, written by a rather prolific smut artesian known as Midnight Satin. They are thickly bound and well worn, dog-eared and with poor plays on titles of other novels. The breathless bimbo stares up at the ceiling and offers up a small giggle, before rocking forward and placing her hand on Celestia’s.
 
 “Principal Celestia.”
 
 The younger woman raises an eyebrow, uncertainty working its way into her voice. “Yes, Ms. Velvet?”
 
 “I just want to say, I totally understand where you’re coming from about Twilight.”
 
 “What?”
 
 “WHAT?” Twilight squeaks, earning a glare from both women. Velvet sighs and turns back to the Principal.
 
 “She’s been super antsy lately, talking about how she doesn’t belong here and so I thought I’d come in and, like, withdraw her.” The curly haired woman smiles. “But you know? I don’t think I will. I really, really like the atmosphere around here and the fact that you’re concerned about us bimbos is super touching. Besides, Twilight could really benefit from another strong, sexy woman in her life.”
 
 Celestia remains silent for a moment, and then allows her lips to curl up into a smile.
 
 “You know, I think you might be right, Ms. Velvet. It is good that Twilight has two beautiful bimbos to look up to.”
 
 “For sure! And, drop the Ms. I’d say we’re able to be on a first name basis, right?”
 
 “Of course we are, Velvet.”
 
 The two women giggle, clinging to one another’s hands as they do. Twilight gawks, looking between them and feeling her stomach drop out. After a few seconds, Velvet leans back and smiles.
 
 “Well, I’m glad that’s settled then. Could you, like, get rid of all that dumb paperwork?”
 
 “I can,” Celestia nods, still smiling. “But, are you sure? Once I shred this paperwork, there’s no going back.”
 
 “Puh-leeze,” the new bimbo giggles, rolling her eyes. “I’m one hundred percent for sure that this is the place Twilight needs to be. You can shred it, soak it, or even burn it for all I care.”
 
 With a flick of her wrist, the scantily dressed bimbo clatters to her feet and turns her attention to her daughter. With a stern frown, her demeanor changes in an instant. “And you, Twilight, had better listen to your Principal from now on! She’s a real smarty pants, so open up your ears and pay attention!”
 
 The younger bimbo flinches away, completely uncertain as to why, and bobs hre head several times. “O-okay mommy.”
 
 Wait, mommy?
 
 Velvet flashes a smile and grabs her daughter’s head, hugging it to her chest. “Ooh, there’s my favorite little good girl! I can’t stay mad at you, so behave and I’ll see you tonight for dinner.”
 
 After nearly suffocating Twilight, Velvet turns back to the Principal who holds out her ID to her. The bimbo giggles and takes it, admiring her photograph. Picture perfect, just like her.
 
 “Well, Celestia, it was a pleasure meeting you. Please, give me a call if Twilight causes you any more trouble.”
 
 “Oh, believe me, I’ll be keeping a much closer eye on her from now on,” the Principal smirks, exchange looks with Twilight. The cowed student sinks deeper into her seat as she feels a storm coming, shooting one last helpless look to Twilight Velvet. However, her oblivious mother pops the door open and swings her way out into the waiting area, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight.
 
 “Night?”
 
 The door clicks closed behind her, leaving her gawking at her hubby, currently being blown by the fat-lipped secretary from earlier. As her head bobs up and down, Velvet can clearly see the thick, white rings surrounding the base of her husband’s womb rocking dick.
 
 “Vee?” Night rolls his head tiredly, his voice hoarse as he looks up at her through weighty eyes. “Vee, it’s not what it looks like. She came onto me and… and seduced me.”
 
 Seduced? Velvet’s face scrunches up a little, as she looks over the scene. A part of her is really, really irritated that Night Light is getting head in the middle of the office. It’s the same part that sees his fingers tangled in the cocksucker’s bun, forcing her further down his dick and wants to slap him.
 
 But the more reasonable part of her bran points out that her hubby probably did just hop a flight to get here after hearing about Twilight. Who knows how long it’s been since he got his dick wet? And besides, the secretary is really, really hot.
 
 “I dunno about that, hubby. It looks to me like you’re forcing yourself on her.” Night opens his mouth, only to be cut off by Velvet’s giggling. “Either that or she’s totally fallen in love with your dick. I can see that happening.” Kneeling down beside the slutty secretary, she meets Raven’s eyes and grins. “Which is it? You’re totally in love with my hubby’s fat dick, right?”
 
 After a moment, Raven pulls her head away and offers a loopy grin. “Oh, for sure. It, it’s so good.”
 
 “Right?” Velvet squeals, leaning over and planting a wet kiss on the secretary. Raven stiffens at first, but is quick to relax, the two bimbos’ tongues rolling against one another as the older woman savors the mingling of her husband’s taste with the woman’s bubblegum flavored tang. “His dick is super great.”
 
 As the two women at his knees finally break apart, Night is left wondering what exactly is going on. But something deep inside tells him to press his luck, and so he does.
 
 “Vee, you want to join in?” he asks, earning a surprised look from his wife. “I mean, I’ve got plenty of room if you want to share.”
 
 Velvet shakes her head and giggles. “That sounds super, stud, but I think it’d be best if I got Shiny and let him know that we’re done here. Besides,” she grins, sliding her hand around his dick and giving a few playful pumps, “I’ve got something much better waiting at home for you. Think of it as a welcome home gift.”
 
 With the two lovers momentarily distracted, Raven separates herself from the wonderful dick sucking session she was enjoying. She works her tongue over her lips several times, before reapplying her lipstick. Checking herself over, she pops her lips and gives a coy smile to her reflection before turning to the two parents.
 
 “Your son is in the Nurse’s Office if you want to collect him. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
 
 “Oh, for real? Thanks so much, I’m sure excited to see him too!” the bubbly bimbo cheers, wiggling her fingers at the two as she hurries out of the office. As she leaves, she spots another spattering of Midnight Satin novels across the secretary’s desk and giggles. Hopefully she likes them as much as she did writing them! As Velvet rounds the corner, she hears Raven tease her husband.
 
 “Now, Mr. Light, let me work your poor little testes over a few more times, okay?”
 
 “O-oh wow, how did we miss you in the s-s-secretary pool?”
 
 A fresh wave of memories washes over Velvet as she remembers how delightful her husband’s heavy scrotum feels when he takes her from behind. But even the inevitable future image of getting railed by her hubby does little to slow her pace. She can feel her pussy clench at the thought of catching up to her son.
 
 After all, it’s her job to take care of him, give him special attention and show him how to treat a woman right.