A sneak peek teaser at Luna's Lacunae · 1:51pm Feb 22nd, 2016
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This world was gritty. Almost right away, Maeve had trouble breathing. She was disoriented and confused from stepping through the rift. She had almost dropped her sword and now, in her muddled state, her wooden fingers gripped tight around it as she coughed.
Eyes watering, lungs burning, Maeve turned to check upon her companions, and was quite surprised. There were no small, fuzzy, goat sized equines with her. Twilight Sparkle was almost as tall as she was, strangely dark skinned, with dark brown hair. Twilight looked nothing like her equine self, and Maeve was confused as to how she knew that it was Twilight. Perhaps the most peculiar of all things was the fact that Twilight was wearing clothes. She was wearing a dress that was a vibrant lavender colour, about the same shade as her equine pelt.
Then there was Luna, for whom Maeve had to look up at. Luna was a giantess. Maeve, who failed to understand just how tall she was now compared to regular humans, now felt rather small compared to Luna, who towered over her by a good head and a half. But that was not the worst of it. Maeve had been living around tiny equines for far too long, and she had forgotten certain aspects of life around humans.
Princess Luna was gifted with the most enormous bosoms. Absolutely enormous bosoms. Maeve felt underdeveloped and inadequate standing next to Luna, she felt like a flat chested little girl. Without even thinking about it, Maeve raised her free right arm and covered her chest, a frown appearing upon her face. She glanced at Twilight and realised that Twilight was rather flat chested as well in human form, and while it did not make her feel better, at least Maeve did not feel worse.
Then there was Blueblood, whose transformation was also shocking in its own way. Blueblood wasn’t very tall, indeed, he was the shortest out of all of them, but he was heavyset, stocky, muscled, barrel chested, his arms were bigger than their necks, his legs were broad and sturdy.
His skin was a deep, dark, chocolate brown and his hair was a pale golden blonde. Maeve had never seen another human being that looked quite like Blueblood did during all of her years as a human girl. He was beautiful—no, he was handsome and seeing him made Maeve feel funny. She was already light headed and woozy from stepping through the portal.
The others were also taking a minute to recover, and then was when Twilight Sparkle also took notice of Princess Luna’s ginormous bosoms. The now very human Twilight Sparkle froze, wide eyed, and stared at Princess Luna’s cleavage, which threatened to go bursting out of the night blue dress that Luna was wearing.
“My eyes are up here,” Luna said in a low voice as she drew herself up to her full height. When she inhaled, the fabric of her dress strained to hold everything in, and several buttons appeared to be contemplating suicide. “Ugh, I seem to have an excess of big, pillowy mammaries. These are going to do nothing but get in way… how horrible.”
“Yeah, horrible,” Twilight muttered, her wide eyes unable to fight the strange gravity that held them in place. “So horrible… if you need some help with those—”
“Twilight Sparkle, now is not the time,” Luna snapped.
“Guh…” Twilight gasped.
Feeling a pout coming on, Maeve turned away and continued to feel her teenaged inadequacy. She slid her sword into its sheath, adjusted the crown on her head, coughed, and then focused on not rubbing her eyes, which she knew would make the problem worse.
Wobbling, Blueblood took a few steps, and his shoulder length pale blond locks bobbed around his face. He was wearing a white frock coat that was already getting gritty black flakes on it. When he tried to wipe the flakes away, the soot smeared his coat.
“I say, this is quite disorienting,” Blueblood said to himself. “Sorceress Maeve, are you well?”
“I’m fine,” Maeve blurted out, not wanting to admit that she was currently being eaten alive by jealousy of the worst sort.
“Twilight, are you well?” Blueblood asked.
“Uh, fine… Princess Balloona… uh…”
Rolling her eyes, Luna snorted. “When we get home, you are going to get what is coming to you, Twilight Sparkle.” Luna wiggled around inside of her dress and tried to get the fabric straining around her chest to relax a little. It looked… strained to say the very least.
A strange sound came from Blueblood, almost a cough, which was understandable, but then, Maeve realised that he was chortling. He was enjoying himself, a rare display of emotion, some reaction to the circumstances. For some reason, even though she did not understand why, hearing Blueblood’s repressed laughter made her feel better. She coughed, fanned the air in front of her face, and wondered what the falling soot flakes were going to do her hair.
“How did we get clothing?” Blueblood asked.
“I do not understand the magic of stepping from one world to another,” Luna replied as she began to have a look around. Luna, now a very, very tall human woman, made a gesture towards a group of humans now approaching. “I do not like the look of them… ruffians and ne’erdowells incoming.”
Maeve’s left hand settled upon the pommel of her sword. A scowl crept over her face. She was getting a bad feeling from the group of men approaching them. She didn’t trust men—well, she trusted Blueblood, but he was a pony. Maeve quieted her mind, everything was far too confusing right now.
“‘Ullo ladies… fancy meetin’ ya ‘ere in our alley,” one of the men said as he approached. “I is afraid t’ere is a bit of a toll for safe passage.” He smiled, revealing a black grin, many of his teeth were broken or missing entirely. “Oh by the gods… I’ve never seen anyt’ing like t’ose.” The man’s gaze was locked upon Luna.
Several of the other men began to chuckle.
Coming soon in chapter 40!
Blueblood is hardly a short pony... But he is at least pretty stocky.
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He's short when compared to the alicorns of Canterlot. Blueblood is actually pretty tall in his human form in the story... about six feet.