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A final psychic pull on a promising neural lever finally yielded the desired results. Twilight’s horn flickered out, and she sighed in relief. Which proved to be a mistake. It was as if a few thousand cotton threads cried out in anguish, and were suddenly silenced.
The unicorn hybrid gaped as her curvy body bounced and jiggled with every movement, blessedly unrestrained by the remnants of her clothing. A few tattered rags around her neck and wrists were all that remained of her once-beloved shirt, which had abandoned its duty in the face of pressure from her ridiculously enhanced breasts. The ex-human started to draw up her legs to cover herself, only to have what little remained of her trousers tear away under the relentless assault of muscular yet shapely thighs.
In the midst of Twilight Sparkle’s mute staring contest with her unfamiliar new form, the door to the lab opened to admit the cultured, excited tones of a certain fashionista. “Darling~! Are you ready for our monthly spa—wahahah! Oh my goodness!”
Crap. Was that today? Twilight grinned sheepishly— well, horse-ily— up at her friend. “Uh… heh heh… Hello Rarity. Uh, can we take a rain check on the spa date? I’m, uh… not feeling myself…”
“Hmm, perhaps not. Although are you sure it’s not perhaps because you’re feeling a bit… horny?” Rarity chuckled demurely into her hand, then yelped when an annoyed Twilight zapped her with a quick pulse from her horn. “I’m sorry darling, that was a bit Rainbow Dash of me. Here, let me help you up.”
Twilight winced as she stood— and then winced again when she caught sight of something. Apparently inexperienced spell casting under the influence of emotion was not perhaps the best idea. “Uh, Rarity?”
“We simply must get you out of those horrible rags and into something that will, well, not compliment your figure so much as prevent an arrest by the campus police. Again. Ahem… I think I saw some larger lab coats back at— uhm, Twilight?” Rarity trailed off and followed Twilight’s nervous gaze up to the center of Rarity’s forehead. A horn was spiraling gently out from under the fashionista’s purple hair. “…Call Sunset Shimmer?”
“Call Sunset Shimmer,” agreed Twilight. “Now, about those lab coats…”
A final psychic pull on a promising neural lever finally yielded the desired results. Twilight’s horn flickered out, and she sighed in relief. Which proved to be a mistake. It was as if a few thousand cotton threads cried out in anguish, and were suddenly silenced.
The unicorn hybrid gaped as her curvy body bounced and jiggled with every movement, blessedly unrestrained by the remnants of her clothing. A few tattered rags around her neck and wrists were all that remained of her once-beloved shirt, which had abandoned its duty in the face of pressure from her ridiculously enhanced breasts. The ex-human started to draw up her legs to cover herself, only to have what little remained of her trousers tear away under the relentless assault of muscular yet shapely thighs.
In the midst of Twilight Sparkle’s mute staring contest with her unfamiliar new form, the door to the lab opened to admit the cultured, excited tones of a certain fashionista. “Darling~! Are you ready for our monthly spa—wahahah! Oh my goodness!”
Crap. Was that today? Twilight grinned sheepishly— well, horse-ily— up at her friend. “Uh… heh heh… Hello Rarity. Uh, can we take a rain check on the spa date? I’m, uh… not feeling myself…”
“Hmm, perhaps not. Although are you sure it’s not perhaps because you’re feeling a bit… horny?” Rarity chuckled demurely into her hand, then yelped when an annoyed Twilight zapped her with a quick pulse from her horn. “I’m sorry darling, that was a bit Rainbow Dash of me. Here, let me help you up.”
Twilight winced as she stood— and then winced again when she caught sight of something. Apparently inexperienced spell casting under the influence of emotion was not perhaps the best idea. “Uh, Rarity?”
“We simply must get you out of those horrible rags and into something that will, well, not compliment your figure so much as prevent an arrest by the campus police. Again. Ahem… I think I saw some larger lab coats back at— uhm, Twilight?” Rarity trailed off and followed Twilight’s nervous gaze up to the center of Rarity’s forehead. A horn was spiraling gently out from under the fashionista’s purple hair. “…Call Sunset Shimmer?”
“Call Sunset Shimmer,” agreed Twilight. “Now, about those lab coats…”
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