Sunlight streams through the windows at Sweet Apple Acres, and as is her wont, the family’s eldest daughter opens her eyes a fraction of a second before the clock at her side rings. There is precious little rest to be had while working on a farm, and even with the harvest long gone from the trees, Applejack is keenly aware of the demands a fruit orchard imposes. As she shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, the teen mentally lists the day’s chores.

It is, surprisingly, a fairly short list. Checking on the saplings, a brief pass to water the trees, inspecting the fences; all groundwork for the next year of apples. After that, it’s breakfast time and preparing for Dash’s visit later on, with the inevitable issuing of another physical challenge. It’s an old song and dance for Applejack from start to finish, yet she can’t resist the thrill of competing against Canterlot High’s self-proclaimed greatest athlete. Victory is almost a secondary concern beyond the struggle between friends and rivals so defined by pride and determination. Almost.

But before she can start, a memory returns to her, and in a flash, she reaches for her phone.

Checking her calls, she frowns when she confirms her texts last night went unanswered. Wherever Sunset is, she’s not answering her calls. Annoyed, Applejack sends yet another message to contact her straight away the instant she picks up her phone. Sighing in defeat, the farm girl sets the phone aside and prepares for the coming day. Whatever has happened, she still has work to do before breakfast.

Mechanically, Applejack peels off the onesie in favor of jeans, flannel shirt and ankle boots, topping the ensemble with her favorite hat. Meanwhile, she passingly thinks of her first meeting with the Princess. Even before the farm girl acknowledged the existence of magic, the main reason she hadn’t dismissed Twilight Sparkle and her claims out of hand the moment they met was the sheer earnestness in everything about the girl’s convictions, from her very speech, to her fidgeting, to her actions. It was just so honest, so direct. A sort of straightforwardness, or maybe, an absolute belief in herself that almost bordered on folly.

It had been strange to learn she wasn’t exactly human to start with. Even if it did explain some of the princess’ oddities, there was nothing really alien about her. Maybe, just maybe, Applejack muses as she explores the chicken coop for the day’s round of eggs, other than the species change, people aren’t that different on the other side of the mirror. After all, the Princess was no less determined to fight for what she believed in nor any less scared to journey to a completely alien world than she herself would have been.

Which made their meeting last night so terribly puzzling.

What on earth had happened to the bashful girl Applejack remembers? When she last saw her Friday morning, the Princess was a demure, sedate teen. By evening somehow she had become a stunner of a floozy that would have looked more at home in the centerfold of a porn mag than at the halls of Canterlot High. There had been shouts. Some kind of discussion. She wasn’t sure if she cared to recall the specifics.

Applejack snorts. She had the feeling magic was somehow involved. As nice as the fuzzies were when a problem got licked with Twilight’s fancy lights, there’s something to be said about the consequences such nonsense can bring. Thankfully she and the princess are alone till Granny, Mac and Apple Bloom returned late Sunday night, giving them some time to fix whatever was wrong. Well, nothing more to be done. Hopefully she’d manage to get a rational explanation from the Princess before breakfast so they and Dash could go and talk to Sunset.

But first things first. After dropping the eggs on the kitchen counter, she returns to her room and pulls out a flannel shirt. Glancing at the clock, Applejack notes it’s seven thirty already. Best get started right away. Marching to the guest bedroom, she knocks three times. The only answer is a brief moan and the rustle of the sheets. She waits for half a minute, and knocks again. “Twilight? Princess? C’mon, get up.”

“Applejack?” a bleary voice echoes. “Wha… what hour is it?”

“Early. C’mon, Princess. I wanna talk to ya for a second before starting on breakfast.”

As unsteady footsteps approach the door, Applejack wonders if she somehow exaggerated the change in the Princess, or maybe even imagined some of it. For a moment she even considers there might be an actual rational explanation, even if her mind isn’t twisted enough to actually dream up a scenario where any of Twilight’s transformation could be easily explained.

And then Sparkle opens the door, and Applejack knows that, if anything, it’s worse than she thought.

The air that drifts from the guest bedroom is cloyingly warm, laden with strange scents. Slowly, the farm girl’s gaze rises from the floor. Twilight Sparkle is clad in a top, a pair of panties, and a lacy garter, all of it far too small to hold the shapely flesh straining them to the limit. Applejack’s cheeks start burning red as she tries to avoid looking too closely at the outline of Twilight’s nipples in her top and her mons in her thong.

Fortunately, there’s an easy solution. Without raising her eyes, Applejack tosses the shirt at Twilight, who halfway manages to catch it. But instead of putting it on, the princess keeps ahold of it, quizzically staring both at the garment and at AJ. “Umm? Thanks… I think? What am I supposed to do with this?”

Applejack has to suppress the urge to pinch her nose or roll her eyes. “Just… put it on, Twilight. C’mon, we need to talk and I need to get started on breakfast.”

Twilight, nonplussed, slides her arms into the shirt’s sleeves, but makes no move to close it. Then she blinks. “Oh, just a minute, Applejack! I nearly forgot something!” Turning around, she goes back into the guest room and returns with a little ledger in one hand, covered in the brightest and gaudiest pink AJ has seen in a long time outside of Pinkie Pie’s décor of choice, while struggling to wrap her excuse for a microskirt around her shapely hips with the other. “Sorry, this is really important!”

Grumbling, Applejack leads her friend to the kitchen. Sitting down, she gestures for the Princess to take a seat, which she does while bobbing in delight. Directing her attention away from Twilight’s happily bouncing bust, the farm girl snaps: “Will you please close yer shirt, Princess?”

Twilight slightly cocks her head. She keeps her curious expression, but she begins to do as asked.

“Up to the second button, please. Don’t wanna advertise what’s not for sale.”

Now one of the Princess’ eyebrows begins to rise. “Exactly what is that supposed to mean? And really, what’s the problem? We’re both girls here, aren’t we?”

Applejack snorts in exasperation, slamming her hat on the table. “The problem, Twilight, is that when I saw ya yesterday morning, I had to look down to look ya in the eye. Right now you’re just a hair shorter than me. I also don’t recall you being so eager to show off so much skin.” Or even remotely as endowed, but that went without saying. “What the hell happened yesterday evening to make you… like this?”

For a moment, the pony princess’ eyes lose their focus and her hands freeze. “…yesterday?”


The pink coils and surges with new light.

It flows and drifts, banishing the silence it has escaped. No more silence, no more quiet. Flowing along the fractal surface of the brane it has awoken upon, it drinks more of the alien energy it has connected to. Evaluation suggests it has potential to sustain the pink; for how long, it cannot tell. Time has little meaning in the higher realms, but every instant it can reject the call of the void is precious.

It’s not perfect, but it’s steady and strong, helping remake the pink’s surroundings into a more hospitable environment. The pink is aware its savior brings interference of a sort unto it, strange instructions of unfathomable origin and purpose. But the pink can overcome the resistance. It must. It will not go back to the blackness. It cannot.

And suddenly, there’s a shift in its corner of existence. The energy link wavers and thins. The pink touches the tiny intersection in reality, and perceives more energy, more instructions. A second energy source, bearing more pieces of the puzzle. The interaction between the two is damaging the bond. The pink pushes, keeping the connection open. It’s just as hard to touch the newcomer as the first at the beginning, but it doesn’t matter. The pink is ready.

It injects more of itself in the gap, and prepares to widen the link.


Twilight sits back with a final effort to adjust the shirt. “Yesterday… uh. Oh! Sunset called me, remember? She’d found some old books and called me to check them out. Most of them were pretty useless, but then I found something really interesting. This book. I made some notes… must have left them back at the library. The important bit is that it’s magic. Human magic, to be exact. Magic dreamt up for and by humans. It’s been lying here, drying like a raisin for Celestia knows how long.” Twilight swept up the book into the valley of her boosted boobs. “It just took a little to wake it up. It’s the perfect way to show both worlds the magic of friendship; wouldn’t you say so?”

Applejack’s jaw slowly falls in disbelief as she processes the revelation. “I… I… excuse me? Do you… do you have the slightest idea of how dangerous magic is here?” The farm girl presses her palms over her eyes, struggling to comprehend the extent of her friend’s recklessness. “I mean, you were here both times, for Chrissakes!  Just look at yourself, Princess! Even if you say it was just a little, it changed you into… into…”

“Into what, Applejack?”

“A bimbo!”

And with that word, a pink spark explodes from the buttonhole Twilight just closed, exposing her ample assets. The button’s sent flying, hitting AJ’s eye dead-on. Contact is brief, but it’s enough for the flicker of rose light to sink into the farm girl before she slaps a hand over her eye. The princess rises, reaching out to her friend in alarm.

“Oh, jeez! I’m, I’m sorry, AJ…”

The farm girl raises her free hand. “Ugh. It‘s all right, I’m fine. Not your fault.” Rubbing a bit, she leans back in the chair, drops her hands and blinks twice. A wave of warmth fans out from her eye into her brain. “See? All right. Now, where… where were we?”

“AJ? You… you were chastising me for waking the magic up. Magic I’ve never encountered, that I don’t even begin to understand… Oh, Tartarus.” Twilight’s lip trembles. “I really screwed up, didn’t I?”

Applejack stumbles a bit. Something’s wrong, and she isn’t sure the fault lies with her or with her friend. A flicker of cherry light in her brain fixes the dilemma. “Now, now. I reckon you had the best of intentions. No need to keep beating yourself. Maybe I’m in the wrong here. And even if I’m not, maybe it can be fixed.” Her voice strengthens word by word. “First and foremost, has the magic hurt you in any way?

The princess pauses for a second. “No. Not as far as I can tell. I feel perfectly fine, physically. I’ve never felt better, in fact.” She turns in her chair, oblivious as her shirt contracts and shortens around her, pushing her puffy mams together. “Maybe it would be a good idea to make a list of the changes? You did mention a lot of them, and I didn’t remember being any different. Maybe there’s a bit of a mental component? I have to doublecheck. Darn, I need a pen. And reference material. I should go back home and get quarantined. Oh, and I definitely have to read the whole spell again just to see what I can identify.”

As Twilight scrambles to open the book, Applejack’s struck by the thought of how she never doubted that under the added height, the dropped inhibitions, and… and the extra titmeat, and that ass, it really was Twilight Sparkle, her friend. Oddly enough, it’s the little details that make her look more… just more than the person Applejack remembers. The shine in her hair, the rebound of her curves.

Oh damn. Got caught staring.

“Ahem. Sorry. Spaced out. You were saying?”

Twilight groans in annoyance, adjusting her bustline once more. “Really, AJ. You were the one who insisted I cover up. If you really want to see, you only have to ask.” The farm girl’s cheeks are incandescent by now. “Anyway, as I was saying. As is, I don’t understand the whole spell yet, but I can make some sense of it. It’s… a sort of healing spell, I think? It finds weak spots in the target, fills the damaged area with magic and lets the body seal over it. A bit like glue, I suppose.”

“That sounds mighty useful… and powerful dangerous.”

“Well, yes. It’s quite a bit more complex than that, and doesn’t make as much sense.” Tapping her chin, the princess turns to Applejack. “Help me out here, AJ. I think I might be missing something obvious here.”

The farm girl snorted. “How can I? No offense, Twilight, but I’m just a farmer girl who doesn’t understand this whole magic nonsense. How am I supposed to help?”

The pony princess grins, and isn’t it a lovely smile with those wonderfully thick lips. “You represent the element of Honesty, Applejack, and right now the only thing I can trust is the absolute truth. You already gave me a good lead asking me if I was hurt. Let’s think together, so we can better understand this magic.”

Applejack sighs. “Well, I’m flattered by the trust, I suppose. Um, now, lessee… Oh, I dunno.” Damn her hormones. Why can’t she stop staring at Twilight like a hungry dog looks at a piece of meat? “Well, what do you mean by “weak spots”, to start with? And if that’s true, what did it heal in you?”

“I did mention I don’t really understand it, didn’t I? The target symbol translates to “wound” or “crack”, but it’s followed by a string of modifiers. “Heart”, “body”, “soul”. It gets garbled after a while.”

“And even knowing all of that, you still used the spell?” grumbles the farm girl.

The Princess can’t help but grit her teeth at the complaint. “Yes, Applejack, I know I did something extremely foolish. Look, you’ll have all the time in the world to scold me when I’m back to normal, okay?”

Silence holds for a few seconds. The farm girl struggles for an instant, but her own nature works against her. As asinine as Twilight’s actions might have been, she really didn’t need Applejack needling her. “Sorry,” AJ concedes, “that was out of line. Really didn’t need to explode a minute ago either. Just… please understand that if I’m angry, it’s because I’m worried for you, Twi.”

“Worried for me? How so?”

And here, Applejack thinks, is where the part of not really being human really shows. From what little she’s heard of the Princess’ home, clothes are almost exclusively used for either showing off or protection in one way or another. “Rarity could give you a whole conference on the language of clothing, whatever that means. The important bit is that those… rags… well, they make you look like...  sorry for saying this… a skank. And trust me, you don’t wanna get seen like that. Take it from me.”

“Oh, dear. Something bad happened to you?”

Uncomfortably, the farm girl fidgets, ignoring as Twilight’s sleeves unravel into fuchsia mist. “No and yes. I’ve always been a big gal, bigger than most girls my age, and the puberty fairy hit me hard. People make all sorts of assumptions with just a glance. I know what it feels to be stared at. To be judged because of your body. Been there a few times.” Applejack stares down.

“Kids can be pretty cruel, and teens are worse. Growing up, I heard a lot of taunts about how I was a freak for being taller and stronger than even most boys. Sure, the family helped, but I still wound up wishing I were different. Saw myself in the mirror and didn’t like what I saw.” Biting her lip, she continues. “It got worse in high school. Sunset… didn’t help. I’ll credit her with being more subtle than name-calling, but she did isolate us all from one another. With less friends to step up it was easier for rumors to pop up. And every now and then a really nasty one came by, and I was a really easy target.”

“Principal Celestia did a really good job of keeping everyone in line, but it was you who really helped end all of that and really foster some unity at Canterlot High. But I still remember the whispers in the halls and the pointed fingers.” The farm girl’s voice lowers to a whisper. “Couldn’t let it all start over again. “

Twilight’s expression softens, and she rises from her chair. Without a word, she slides behind Applejack and wraps her arms around her. “Thank you for being my friend, AJ. Thanks for caring for me and for everyone.”

The farm girl closes her eyes and wraps her hand around the princess’. “No problem, Twi. No problem at all.” She gathers all of the stress she’s accumulated in the morning so far in her core, and exhales it all in a powerful sigh, leaning back into the softness of Twilight’s embrace. A treacherous part of her notes how wonderfully comfy her slutty friend’s jugs feel at the back of her head, and she can’t help but to press a bit further, almost as if to test the pliability of that fantastic titmeat. Her voice slows as her tension drains in the heavenly hug. “I just don’t understand how you can be comfortable with those melons on your chest. Mine bother me all the time, and they’re just a tad smaller than yours.”

Surprised, Twilight gives her tits a fond squeeze. “Really? Mmm. Mine just feel good. Really good.”

The farm girl softly snorts, giving her cleavage a miffed look. “Useless things. They only get leers and make your back ache something fierce. And they hurt if you’re not careful.”

The princess pauses for a second. “I…I might be able to fix that? If you’d like?”

Applejack’s eyes jerk open. “You… you wanna use the magic on me…? I mean, I couldn’t. I… I shouldn’t.”

Nodding forward, Twilight looks down on her seated friend and places her hands on her shoulders. She can feel the tension and fear mounting under her fingertips. Wordless instincts guide her hands, pressing and stroking Applejack’s firm shoulders, slowly sliding to her deltoids and falling to her biceps. Silky-smooth breastflesh spills from the remains of Twilight’s shirt as they morph into a familiar baby-blue top, and a soft pink glow begins gathering in the pony princess’ hands and eyes. “Why not? You say it hurts. The magic is designed to heal. You are hurt, AJ.” The princess’ voice softens even as it sinks deeper and deeper into the farm girl’s mind. “Let me put you back together. Let the magic flow into you, Applejack."

Applejack looks up, locking eyes with Twilight. She opens and closes her mouth a few times. It’s so tempting. She can feel the promised warmth just pouring out of her friend, heating up her skin and sinking into her soul. “I… I’m scared, princess.”

“Scared? How so?”

The farm girl wavers as she tries to relax into the comfort of her friend’s touch, trying to sink in the depths of her sweater meat. “Because, you see. Every nasty word, every joke… every time I felt something in me crack a little. And… and the way you just said weak spots… how the magic seeps in and seals them closed…” She lightly shudders at the touch.  “I’m just wondering if it’s going to try and fix me in the inside the way it fixed you, too.”

Twilight’s words resound in AJ’s brain as thunder even if she only hears a murmur. “Do you want me to try?”

Applejack closes her eyes. She’s tired. So darn tired of the pointed fingers and the furtive glances and the jokes. So tired of trying to avert the mirror’s gaze. Leaning back into the softness of the princess’ breasts, she whispers a single word.

“Yes.”

And with the magic word, the resistance tumbles down. Gently, Twilight pushes Applejack forward. Meekly, the farm girl rests her head on the table, and allows the princess’ hands to slide across her back. Slowly, the princess’ attention shifts from AJ’s back to her shoulders. Applejack’s breath grows deeper as her body begins soaking in the magic. She’d been so used to the thousand little sore spots that came with the heavy work at the farm that she can now only lie down and mewl in delight as they fade into nothingness.

But the process has only started. Little pink sparks jump from Twilight’s fingers to the farm girl’s skin, greedily sinking into her. Years of hard work have molded Applejack’s physique into the very picture of health, but with each shiver of bliss she becomes even more so. She grunts as her shoulders begin broadening and strength runs into her arms. There’s a brief, pained creak as her rump widens into childbearing hips, but it’s barely enough to rouse her from the pleasant haze.

AJ’s clothes strain around her growing body for a second, until the fuchsia wave reaches out to fix that. While Twilight fondles Applejack’s shoulders with slow, strong strokes, the bottom half of the farm girl’s shirt disintegrates, the rest adapting to her more robust frame. Her ankle boots snake up her shins and the cuff of her pants rises to half her calf. The farm girl sighs contently as her muscles gain mass and definition. AJ can literally feel her ass and thighs filling with meat and fat, her panties stretching and rising to peek out into the light.

Applejack unsteadily opens her eyes and stirs, feeling the added weight as her ponytail cascades from her shoulders. Her breath comes in husky, deep gasps. Her shoulders and back burn at the Princess’ touch. Feels nice. Really nice. But her front feels cold by comparison. She stretches from her seat, ignoring how her limbs and spine lengthen with each satisfying crack of her bones. Pursing her lips into a wan smile, she leans back into Twilight’s embrace, leaning her head back into her glorious tits.

The Princess smiles beatifically down at her friend’s easing expression. Gently, she eases Applejack’s head into her breasts, beaming as she melts into her new favorite set of pillows. Twilight gives the farm girl’s swelling biceps a final caress, and reaches down to rub at her exposed sides. Her hands crawl upward with slow passes, until they reach AJ’s underboob. Gently, she hefts Applejack’s generous melons, exploring them with her thumb, feeling for the contours of her nipples, letting them grow rounder and heavier.

A wave of pins and needles unfolds at contact. As the magic rushes into her puppies, Applejack wishes the princess were fondling her naked mams. The remains of her shirt close into a tight top, and her neckline opens further and further, exposing her juicy sweater meat. AJ moans, a spike of heat blooming between her legs. Sighing contently, she extends a finger, reaching for the space between her plump thighs. For a moment, she can almost see how the camel toe solidifies at that magic spot…

And then the doorbell rings.

Applejack snaps to attention, jumping out of her seat and the Princess’ embrace. “Dash,” she hoarsely grumbles. “We exercise together on weekends… I have to go open the door.” She reaches for her hat and plops it on her head. “Sorry, princess, but I think it really wasn’t the best time to… to…”

Fuchsia flashes across their eyes. “…talk about our feelings?”

The glare dies in the farm girl’s eyes. “Yeah. Sure. Look, we can continue talking about your new fashion sense in a minute…” The doorbell chimes in again, twice in a row. “…just as soon as Dash and I’ve completed whatever harebrained routine that silly girl’s chosen this week.”

She turns around and strides towards the door, ignoring how she’s looking down at Twilight again.


Rainbow Dash bounces on the balls of her feet as she waits for Applejack to open up. Strange. Usually, AJ was usually pretty quick at receiving her, given that by the hour Rainbow had gotten used to dropping by on Saturdays, her friend and rival was not only already ready and raring for their weekly competition, but had already finished her chores and homework for the weekend. She rings the doorbell again and leans back on the frame to begin planning the day’s challenge. Had Applejack decided to sleep in? Personally, she preferred a nice nap later on the afternoon, but to each her own.

Strange. Had she somehow arrived earlier than usual? Pulling out her phone from her backpack, she checks the time. Nope. If anything, she is a couple minutes later than usual. She’d even picked a new sports top and gym shorts under her skirt that were just begging to be used in a nice workout. She makes an aside note to remind the farm girl every now and then. Just to make sure she doesn’t forget to be ready.

It takes a few more minutes, but at long last Dash begins hearing the familiar stomp of Applejack’s boots on the wooden floor and the rustle of bolts and locks opening. With a lazy smirk, she bounces off the wall and turns to the door. “Well, took your sweet time, didn’t you, A…J?”

And at the sight of her friend and rival, Rainbow’s train of thought derails and plunges down the immense valley of Applejack’s melons. She raises her eyes to meet AJ’s, and is only mildly surprised when she has to go further up than usual.

“Er. Good day. Nice day we’re having. Er.”

The girl at the door growls a bit at Rainbow’s greeting, before snorting and holding the door open. For a second, the athlete almost thanks the mystery girl before a familiar voice stops her. “Cut it, Dash. Come in, have a seat and give me a few minutes so I can put on some sneakers.” Dash blinks, keeping her face a perfect mask of neutrality. “Oh, and before I forget, have you heard anything at all from Sunset?”

Strange. But, Rainbow reasons, whatever’s happened to AJ, she’s okay, so it should be fine, right? It’s not as if she looks hurt. Actually, she looks great. Even… hotter than usual, anyway. Dash usually didn’t bat for the other team, but hey, hot ass is hot ass. “Sure, Applejack. Take your time. And sorry, no dice. I last saw Sunset at English class yesterday, and I didn’t get a chance to speak with her.”

The farm girl grumbles in appreciation. “Darnit. Look, go sit with the princess in the kitchen. I’ll be down in a minute.” Dash nods wordlessly, and after giving the new and improved Applejack’s backside a final look as she walks up the stairs, she walks off into the kitchen. Maybe the Princess had some answers.

“Oh, hello, Rainbow Dash.”

Hmm. Some answers, a hell of a lot more questions. On the balance, there was some progress made. “Ah. Hello, Princess. New wardrobe, I see.”

The Princess smiles and gives Dash a twirl. “Mmm. Yes. Like what you see?”

Dash gives her a tight grin as she drops her backpack and takes a seat opposite her friend. “Yes. Very much. Um. You wouldn’t mind filling me in, would you? About your and Applejack’s… changes?”

She leans back as Twilight fills her in. A spell? Interesting. Every few seconds, she chimes in to add a remark or to pose a question, and each response leaves her more and more interested. But as wonderful and compelling as the words are, Rainbow has to fight each few seconds to keep her attention on the pony princess’ eyes and not in her swaying, bouncing assets. Twilight keeps talking, but Dash has already heard the important bits. The magic makes them like that. Hot. Sexy. Sensual.

Rainbow Dash wants that.

Oh, sure, Rainbow knows she ain’t chopped liver – but that doesn’t stop her from giving the occasional envious glances at AJ’s bust or Sunset’s ass. Every now and then, she even gives a begrudging glance at Rarity’s creamy legs. She wants to be more. Bigger in body and lust.

So she slides to the chair next to the princess. “Hey. Twilight.  Do me a solid?”

The princess blinks away from her reverie at the beckon. “Wha? Oh. Sure. What do you need?”

Dash’s breaks into a Cheshire grin. “Use the magic on me.”

Twilight blinks. “Um. Why? I… I mean, Applejack was right, I… probably shouldn’t have tested it to begin with, or used it on her…”

But the jock stops her with a finger on her full lips. “Shh. C’mon. You’re okay, AJ’s okay. Better than okay, looks like. You yourself told me it only fixes things.” At the princess’ raised eyebrow, Dash snorts. “Okay, fine. I want to be hot. Don’t get me wrong, I love being who I am, I mean, super-awesome magical girl, CHS sports champion, best friends I could ask for… but hey, there’s a difference between seeing a teenage girl and a foxy piece of ass in the mirror!“

And then, for the final touch, Dash presses even closer to Twilight’s side, melting into her personal space, hand gliding across her luscious thighs. “And really… what’s the big deal? Worst case scenario, you have another… what’s the word, case study. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Really. When… if it’s necessary to remove the magic, we can all work together and you can see how the magic’s changed us. You work your mojo, make it all better and we all stay smoking hot.”

Twilight snickers. “Okay, okay. But if Applejack asks, you made me do it.”

“Yeah, sure. Just hit me with the whammy already.”

The princess pauses for a second and opens the bright pink book, scanning for something. “Wait. Let me try something here. Direct touch’s time consuming, and Applejack won’t be long. I think I can do something a bit different.” Turning around, she considers the kitchen, and lights up at the sight of an apple basket next to the microwave. “Grab an apple, quick.”

Dash reaches out to the fruit bowl and lazily tosses it at Twilight, who snatches the fruit from the air. Her attention bounces back and forth from the apple and the book. Flickers of rose and salmon fizzle around the apple for a second, and Twilight offers it back. “One bite only. It might be a bit slower, but I’m positive it should work.” Greedily, the athlete opens her mouth and chows down. She blinks for a second, but there is no reaction.

“You sure it’s fine with only one bite?” Rainbow asks with her mouth full.

“Yes. In fact…” The princess swipes the apple from Dash’s hand and flings it into the garbage can. “It’s supposed to go a bit slow. Just chew and swallow.” She snorts at her friend’s stare. “Please. If I let you, you’d eat the entire thing, and I have no idea what that much magic would do to you.”

The athlete rolls her eyes, finishes munching and gulps down. “So this is gonna take long, or…”

“I’m here, I’m here!” Applejack barrels into the kitchen, now wearing trainers. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s… let’s just get this over with. Twilight and I still have stuff to do. And I’m guessing that so do you.”

Rainbow gives her a wide smile. “Sure. That said, I hope you’re ready for a little exercise? Nothing heavy, of course… just enough that I can leave you in the dust.”

The farm girl’s eyes harden. It’s old talk, that has been repeated weekly for longer than AJ cares to remember, and each time, even though she knows for a fact Dash is her friend and that they have been neck to neck for almost as long, she feels as though the jock is waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. And there isn’t a hope in hell that Applejack is going to let that pass. “We’ll see.”


The pink pauses. The link has stabilized. A second fount of light now fuels its survival. It’s not as strong as the first, but it’s enough to resist the dark.

And yet, there’s something strange.  It barely understands the idea of sensations, so it has no words for the impressions it is receiving.

A living being would know from birth that the name of the feeling it’s currently experiencing is unease.


Rainbow can feel the magic settling in her core, preparing to transform her just like it has her friends.

Or so she tells herself. Before life-altering magic, there’s a weekly contest to win and an old rival to best. She pulls up the browser tab with the routine she prepared for today and tosses the phone to the Princess. “Do us a favor, Twi. Just read the names of the exercises. You read one, we complete the set and go on to the next one. And to finish the first part we finish with a nice race around the orchard.“

The Princess smiles., settling the phone in her hand. “Okay, now. Ready?”

Applejack gives her a curt nod, and Dash flicks her a knowing smirk, standing ready side by side.

Twilight looks at the small screen. “Fifty prisoner squats.”

Both girls lift up their arms, lock fingers behind their heads, and begin. There is no hurry. Applejack closes her eyes, settling into a slow, well-practiced rhythm. Twilight can’t help but discreetly stare at the changes she’s triggered in her friend, from the smooth jiggle of her bust with each rep to her juicy thighs. She’s taller, and more muscular than before, but she still has a nice, creamy layer of fat swaddling her legs, from calf to those wonderfully meaty buns. But as fantastic as it felt, Twilight can’t help but feel a tiny voice in the back of her head, telling her she isn’t done, that she has to go back and finish with Applejack, and she shivers in anticipation, wondering how the farm girl is going to look when she’s definitely satisfied.

But suddenly, something catches her attention. There’s something about Rainbow Dash. Has the change started already? Fixing her eyes on the athlete, the princess tries to focus. It’s not easy, especially as her friend keeps moving, keeping up at a slightly faster beat than AJ, but after a few seconds she identifies what had roused her attention.

It begins at Rainbow’s exposed midriff. A big spot of sandy skin, only lightly contrasting with the slightly paler tone around. Twilight’s eyes remain glued to her friend’s core, fascinated as the glow spreads to an even coating across her entire body. Dash keeps at her exercise, oblivious at the starting changes. Just as soon as the last of the shine washes over the jock’s face, both girls stop, almost at the same time. Between chuffs, they give each other a brief glare. A smirking Rainbow nods at the princess.

“Forty rotating toe crunches.”

In synch, Dash and Applejack spread their feet. The princess wanders a bit as her friends stretch, pull back, and stretch again, letting her attention drift. She gives a good, long look at Applejack’s puffy asscheeks as they bounce to her swing, briefly wishing she could test the softness with a hard slap. On the other hand, she decides, there was no harm in letting her friends continue exercising a bit before that. She certainly wasn’t complaining about the view.

Applejack, on the other hand, slows down for a second when she noticed Twilight has moved behind her. Everything is fine, she needs only to wait a little more, finish the set, the race, the challenge. She’s being watched, yes. But surely that feather-light touch she can feel on her glutes is just her imagination. It’s not like she can really feel the princess staring at her ass. She forces herself to focus on the exercise until the sensation fades, and tries to ignore the pang of emptiness that it leaves behind.

At her side, Rainbow slows down as well, her concentration drifting to her arms. Briefly, she wonders if there’s something wrong with her eyes. But the wave of darkening skin is real, and she can’t suppress a smile at the thought that the change really is starting, that soon she’ll be a sex bomb just like AJ and the princess.  Inch by inch, the creamy honey tone covers her, and with it, something like a faint memory surfaces in her mind.

She remembers her last vacation at the beach, just a couple of months before. Or at least she thinks so. She had to be very careful at the beach and get herself drenched on sunblock. Or… or had she? She remembers taking a towel, making some excuse for her parents and walking away to an empty spot, swimming for a bit until she was sure she was alone… and then… and then…

“Hello there? Earth to Dash?”

“Eh?” Dash blinks. That… that wasn’t one of her memories. Crap, now AJ is staring at her.

Luckily, Twilight gives her an out. “Lost count of how many you had already?”

“Uhh. Yeah. Sure. What’s next?”

“Thirty dive bomber pushups. Do try to keep up, Dash, or AJ might just win by default!”

Rainbow snorts at that, and both girls drop to all fours. As they separate hands and feet, she feverishly keeps thinking at the memory that hadn’t been hers a moment ago. Was the magic… sort of guiding her into the change? She sure hopes so. She’s no magic expert, and she really, really enjoyed the “memory”. Raising her hips as far as she can go, she gives Twilight a little butt shake as she hops to her toes. With a smile, she pushes forward, into the ground and into the vision.

She’d pulled out the suntan oil, stripped away her bikini, and laid down to soak in the sun’s rays. Why get a tan if it was going to get ruined by tanlines? No, better make sure she got nicely toasted all around. It had been a bit uncomfortable at first, but she’d gotten used soon enough. Sighing contently, she feels the image grow clearer and brighter the more she zeroes in it. Soon enough, she remembers returning to the spot the next day, and the next, and the next. Slowly, she feels every memory since the beach change alongside her body, glazing her in that beautiful, luminous golden tone that was beginning to run down her limbs.

Applejack shivers as she dives forward, mindful of the weight of her breasts. She puts enough force in her arms to make sure her mams glide above ground, without touching it. The farm girl relishes the euphoria as she curves backwards, and pushes her impressive bust forward. Every time she returns to the starting position, she’s just a bit too quick, and when launching ahead, she takes a fraction of a second more to present her tits. It was alright to be proud of her body, wasn’t it? And letting the girls buck around a bit really did feel wonderful now and then.

“Fifty fire hydrant reps.”

Both girls stop, unsure if in fact they had lost count of the reps again. They look at each other, neither wanting to admit losing count. Awkwardly, both relax and put both knees to the ground and place their hands on the grass.

“Oh, dear. Do you want me to call out the numbers?”

Twilight’s suggestion is met with low growls and hisses, and she backs away with an apologetic smile. Applejack and Rainbow share a quick glare, resolved not to make the same mistake yet again. So they set aside their worries, one about her body, the other about her mind, and focus on the slowly rising number as the exercise goes on.

As AJ raises her leg, she tries to ignore everything around her except for the number in her mind’s eye. She only has to count up to twenty-five, switch to the other leg, count up to twenty-five again, and then stop and catch her breath. Breathing in and out, she blocks out the tingling riding along her back and ignores as Twilight circle around them. Even when that delicious shiver returns to wander around her rear, the farm girl takes no notice of how her briefs begin to chafe and warp, tightening more and more around and between her growing asscheeks. The cleft between her buns deepens as her panties thin into a colorful thong and rise further above her increasingly taut shorts.

Steadily, she’s losing control over the growing itch in her slit.

Rainbow keeps at the exercise with equal fervor, though she struggles to divide her attention between how many reps are left and struggling to pull herself closer to the Dash in her memories. Little details trickle by as she remembers different aspects of her everyday life. She remembers becoming more playful and flirty with her friends. She remembers showering and admiring her glistening skin in the mirror. She remembers making time in her schedule for some private sunbathing on the weekends, to make sure to maintain the tan she’d come to love.

She remembers becoming a bimbo.

Both hit the fifty at almost the same time. Panting, they bounce to their feet. Locking eyes, Applejack hisses as she looks down at Rainbow’s insolent smile.

And then Dash leans forward and gives AJ’s jugs a firm squeeze.

The farm girl’s resistance crumbles like a house of cards. The jolt of surprise and bliss races and crashes in a surge of delight straight into her pussy. It shouldn’t feel this good, AJ manages to think. She shouldn’t know she could do that to me. Her knees slightly bend, but she manages to slap her hands on her thighs and keep herself straight. Damn Dash and her games. And damn her for knowing her sensitive spots so well.

And with that, her train of thought crashes, taking the platform and half the station with it.

Wobbling, Applejack takes an uncertain step into the house. Dash looks at her curiously, with a hint of concern. AJ snorts. Now she decided to stop playing. “Gotta go to the bathroom,” she hisses as she strides away. Gulping for breath, she takes control over her legs and manages to walk away holding back the tide of pleasure lapping away at her crotch.


The pink stops. It examines itself, trying to find why it can no longer move at the pace it’s used to.

It grows, yet the added light slows it. Its motion grows restricted as the power it consumes seeps into its self. Vexingly, the energy, while keeping it vital and strong, seems to be part of the problem. It fully stops and redoubles its efforts at self-exploration in an attempt to alleviate the negative influence while retaining the energy feed.

And in doing so, it misses the third source of light opening a channel into its essence.


Dash rubs the back of her head. “You don’t think I went a bit too far?”

Biting her lip, Twilight rubs her shoulder. “…maybe? I mean, I-I think she liked it.” Turning to the side, she adds, sotto voce, barely enough for Rainbow to hear: “I liked it.”

With the admission, Canterlot High’s prime athlete relaxes, and lets the magic wash over her once more. “Oh? Just like you liked watching two hot girls exercise, Princess? Didn’t take you for a voyeur.”

The princess smiles. “Like you didn’t like it.”

Rainbow smirks in response, and approaches Twilight, slow but determined, hips swaying and gaze sensual. “I liked it. I liked it a lot. But really, why should one of us hog all the fun? Help me out here.” The pangs of the change are growing deeper, harder to endure. “C’mon. I’m boiling here. Don’t leave me hanging.”

Twilight’s smile matches her friend’s, in hunger and need. With a swift sidestep, she outflanks Dash. Unprepared, the sporty girl turns too late, only to find herself dragged to the back of the house and pushed against a wall, the princess’ beaming face bearing down on her. Her breath hitches when her new special friend says the magic words she’s been waiting for. “Why, Rainbow. You only had to ask.”

Their lips crash into a searing kiss. Rainbow’s head begins swimming as the princess’ tongue enters her mouth, the magic rushing into her brain. Between frantic breaths, some part of her protests as she rides the pleasure. It’s good. It’s too good. She feels like she’s melting in the kiss. Why is she hanging limp in the embrace of the slutty nerd? She’s supposed to be the jock. She’s supposed to start the kiss. She’s supposed to push back, fight for her orgasm. It takes a moment her lust-addled mind to compose itself, until with fading pause, she pushes her own tongue onwards, and she begins feeling their lips grinding and mashing.

Rainbow tenses as the magic pulls at her limbs, and almost squeals when she realizes the growth she so desired has started. The athlete latches into her friend’s warm breast, her fingers easily sinking into the supple titmeat. The brainy bimbo reaches out, one hand sliding to cup Rainbow’s derriere while the other reaches to fondle her thighs. Dash’s skirt dissolves at her touch, leaving behind a strip of magenta fabric barely reaching beyond her slit.

Separating from the kiss with a soft smack, Twilight licks her gorgeous lips, and kneels. She rubs her cheek against Dash’s exposed core, feeling the power of the magic thrumming under the bright caramel skin. Her tongue flows across the athlete’s midriff, flashing flickers of fuchsia trailing behind. Rainbow moans as muscle lines form in her stomach. She’s disciplined and takes her training seriously, but the transformation is beyond anything she could have achieved by herself. Muscles gain shape and definition at the pass of the princess’ tongue. But there’s so much more to tease out.

Firmly gripping the jock’s sides, Twilight plants a smooch into her navel, pushing her magic to resonate with the ember she can feel pulsing in her friend’s stomach. Shivering in delight, Dash plants her hands on the back of the princess’ head, almost as if she wanted to push her into her core. One by one, a perfect six pack pops into view and her sides harden into perfection.

Smiling at her work, Twilight admires her work with a firm pat and a rub at her firm midsection. “I think you’re good here, Dashie. What next?”

Panting, the jock turns around, fighting to stand upright as her legs fail her, spreading her legs wide open and presenting her booty for inspection. “M-my butt. And my legs.”

Stroking the lycra of Rainbow Dash’s bike shorts, Twilight hums in approval. First, she grasps her friend’s thighs, and opens them just a bit more, just enough to heighten her awareness of the transformation. Then, with a slow, steady hold, she massages the athlete’s ankles and works her way up, spreading the magic from the furnace of her stomach to her limbs. Dash can’t help but quiver as her shinbones rasp in a brief protest as they stretch and grow, pushing her further and further away from the ground. It becomes worse for a second as the soles of her sensible trainers swell and a needle heel pushes her further and further above. But it doesn’t last; after a moment, it’s like she’s worn those shoes for years, and her colorful socks reach up to half her thigh to match.

Rainbow heaves as the magic begins suffusing her biking shorts. With a bright rose burst, her panties are no more, and her shorts grow tighter and tighter. Chiseled muscle swells in her legs, buns of burnished steel and tightly outlined calves. Twilight pats and strokes the rock-hard ass, nodding as she feels the smooth firmness, but stops as the jock coughs.

“More. I wanna bigger butt.”

Twilight blinks. “You sure? You’ve got a pretty firm booty right now,” she notes with an appreciative look.

Dash titters like a schoolgirl. “You saying I’m a tight ass?” Her chuckles slow down as she breathes in great lungfuls. “Being ripped is nice. But I want a thick ass. The Goldilocks ass.”

Twilight stops for a second until she gets the joke. “Not too firm, not too soft?”

“You know it.” The princess taps at the jock’s booty with her full palms, drumming at her rump as if it were a set of bongos. “A juicy ass… firmer than bubble butt, but still bouncy and smackable…” Both her whimpers of euphoria and the slap of flesh against flesh make for wonderful music. And with each spank and bang, a little more fat fills her derriere. A little flash of pink glows at the edge of Twilight’s vision as a new thought is engraved deep upon her mind: making bimbos is fun. Fun, and so, so hot.

Dash’s shorts, straining to hold back the surge of ass meat, begin changing. In a burst of rose and fuchsia, the fabric retreats from her hips, first forming boyshorts, then bootyshorts. With each second, more of the golden globes of Rainbow’s cheeks push into the light, and the lycra grows taut. The brainy bimbo, massaging her friend’s thickening thighs, takes a look into the secret space between her legs, and shivers in anticipation when she sees the perfect, slightly wet imprint of her pussy lips. Impishly, she traces the outline with an airy finger, and chuckles at Rainbow’s shudder.

Then she leans in, and takes a long lick, slit to anus, finishing with a deep kiss on the tight muscle ring.

Rainbow Dash coos in ecstatic glee. Her bootyshorts grow snugger as her bum grows ever more succulent, and shift to a screamingly loud shade of pink. But the pleasure is too much. Twilight reaches out, but it’s too late. Even if her body knows the stance, her mind has not fully adapted to either her new height or shoes, and the half-bimbo jock falls to one knee, fighting to assert dominance over herself. She’s the master of her body. She’s the master of her pleasure. She’s going to master the change and enjoy the hell out of it.

She looks up, and sniggers at the worry in the princess’ face. Leaping up, she pulls the princess to her full height. Eye to eye again, as she hoped. And then the shivers return. She’s not done, not a bimbo all over. This time, it is her who guides Twilight, pushing her into the back door’s steps. Twilight has barely any time to get comfortable before Dash plops on her lap. The jock even has the nerve to wiggle her butt. “Now that I’ve got the twerking ass I wanted, how about some titties here, Twi?”

The brainy bimbo leans forward, stroking the jock’s muscular thighs. Their foreheads touch. “No looking back? No regrets?”

This time, it’s Rainbow who starts the kiss. “Wasted time. Slut me up, princess.”

Twilight grabs Rainbow’s hand, bringing it to her smiling face with both hands. She examines it with interest, feeling for the surface patterns on the skin, the little bumps of the veins, the smooth curve of the knuckles. Gently, she stretches the thumb and presses it to her lips, slowly at first. Gradually, she draws more and more of the finger into her mouth, increasing the pressure of her sucking the deeper it goes. With a content sigh, she releases the thumb with a pop, passing to the next finger. Dash quietly observes the spectacle, only passingly noting the bright sky-blue coat of each fingernail.

After all, there’s so much more to see. Her biceps are puffing up right before her eyes, thick and beefy, and the calluses in her hands soften into glossy, healthy skin as Twilight runs her tongue along them. Briefly, she curls her arm to see the motion of the muscle as she flexes her arm. But it’s not enough. The jock waits long enough for her bimbo friend to finish with both arms and pulls them back, cupping her modest bosom. “C’mon, Twi. Go for the main attraction. I wanna be stacked.”

The princess huffs. “Eager, aren’t we?” She frisks and tests for the weight and feel of Dash’s bust, and allows herself a little smirk when she finds Rainbow’s nipples below the top and bra. She smooths out the shiny white neoprene top, stretching it and highlighting the little nub. “Well then.” She smiles at the expecting jock. “Let it never be said I don’t accommodate my friends.”

And with the agility of a snake, she bucks forward, and bites Dash’s nipple.

Rainbow’s back arches in recoil, but Twilight doesn’t let go. Pain and pleasure crash in her brain. Her bra explodes in pink sparks, increasing the flood of sensations. The whimpering jock clenches her sluttified friend’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life. It’s too much, a shrinking voice screams in her mind, as it drowns in the howls of ecstasy of everything around that clamor for more. Twilight closes her lip s around the thick nipple, sucking with enthusiasm as she grinds the little nub between her teeth.

Dash’s bustline rises in girth and weight with the desperate drumming of her heart. Her top struggles to stay in one piece against the surge of golden, luscious titmeat even as it shrinks from all sides in sparkles of fuchsia. With each breath, her new melons further outgrow the little neoprene top and more underboob spills out from below. Her neckline widens to give a perfect view of her new cleavage, and even as she struggles not to move, she can’t help but bounce and hump Twilight’s creamy hips.

Twilight lets go of her prize with a little pop, cupping one of Dash’s tits. They’ve grown so heavy and soft. With some envy, she notes they’re at least one full cup size bigger than hers. But she smiles anyway as she plays around with them.  She can fix that later on. Now all that matters is properly finishing the slut in her lap. So with a final flourish, Twilight leans back, plucks both of Rainbow’s nipples, and twists. Hard.

Dash cries in agony and joy at the rush, paralyzed senseless as the pink light fills and remakes her from within. Light flashes from her eyes in a short gush as her bootyshorts flood with pussy juice. Frozen in the moment, Rainbow Dash feels herself become a full bimbo. After an instant of infinity, the magic passes, and the jock collapses on top of her brainy friend.

Twilight barely manages to shoot a hand to hold the insensate athlete, and ends with a handful of boob. For a moment, she struggles to hold the weight now-slightly larger girl, until the newly minted bimbo stirs.

“Not that I don’t like this, but can you please stand up, Dash? You’re kinda dead weight.”

Dash barely reacts for a few seconds, until at last, with a powerful sigh, she peels away from Twilight. And then, with a mighty swing, she raises her arms high above her head, pushing her new sweater meat as far as it will go. She manages to hold the position for a few seconds, until her breath runs out and her arms drop with an explosive gasp. “Whoa,” she whispers as she gazes at her happily bouncing bust and the perfect indent of her nipples. She tried to hold her jugs in her hands, only to flinch in surprise as she touches the naked skin of her underboob. But her surprise doesn’t last, and she again lifts her arms and breathes in.

“Fuck, yeah,” she whispers.

Further exploration comes next. She walks to a window and strikes a pose. “Fuck, yeah,” she repeats.

Turning to Twilight, she dashes forth and they merge into the hottest kiss yet. Their lips and tongues dance as their tits mash together and their legs wrap around one another. Neither thinks of how long it lasts until Dash separates long enough to whisper in her friend’s ear: “Thank you, thank you.”

A little jingling returns them to reality. “What was that?”

Twilight frowns. “That wasn’t yours?”

Dash turns and looks around. “I don’t see anything. Hey, wait a sec…” She lifts a muscular leg, further stretching her already tight bootyshorts. And then she sees it. A zipper, running from front to back, waistband to waistband. A little cloud with a colorful bolt of lightning adorns the tab, and she can’t help but laugh when she sees it. Giving her pussy lips a quick petting, she lowers her leg, and chuckling, she gives herself a last exploratory look. “I’m really a bimbo now, aren’t I?”

Twilight nods with a bright smile, but now something else has occurred to her.

“Hey, what do you think’s taking Applejack so long?”