> Pink Paradise
>  by Jicho
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> Deluxe Session
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"Oh geez... seriously?"

Minty sighed as she stared up from the coupon in her hand. The sight that greeted her was quite bemusing, to say the least. Not that she would have expected much from the flier she got. It was bright neon pink, and the name "Pink Paradise" was emblazoned on it with bright, curvy letters, along with some nonsense about her getting a "free sample" at the place. 

Of course, one would have been silly to expect anything good from the idiot colts (she refused to accept them as adults) who kept ogling her all day. Minty would not have minded the attention, but there was a difference between others appreciating her looks, and horny males trying to lay hands on her. After that one time she rejected their barbaric advances – which involved a powerful kick to the crotch – they must have figured they would apologize with a gift, and their "gift" was a makeover at this odd place.

The mare had to squint her eyes as she took it all in. The two-story complex practically glowed pink, making it stand out among the drab office buildings next to it. Every inch of the place was a blatant display of "feminine beauty". Smooth curves, flowery decorations, and bright colors covered every inch. The name "PINK PARADISE" appeared again above the entrance, and the only thing missing was a few hearts and smiley faces beneath it. 

Minty gave another sigh. The whole place looked like something out of the mind of some brainless stallion who believes all mares are giggly girls who see the whole world in pink. Any sane pony would have left by now, had they turned up at all. Still, she already came this far and had nothing left to do this afternoon. 

Maybe a free makeover wouldn't kill me? she thought. The website showed really high prices, so their treatments must be top-notch. She recalled how some of her friends teased her for being "uptight". For all she knew, the place just wanted to stand out, and this was her great chance to shut up her peers forever. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and slowly approached the entrance. Along the way, she rolled her eyes at the hedgerows that lined the sidewalk, trimmed into big heart shapes and decorated with pink ribbons.

The automated doors slid open, revealing a rather spacious chamber. A desk was at the far end, a sign on top showing that it was the reception. Salon chairs lined either side, all of them big and well padded for extra comfort. Each one had a desk and mirror in front of it, various cosmetic tools and accessories laid out on top, ready for use. Smooth jazz music played quietly from speakers overhead, countless flowers decorated the view – the dominant color being pink – and overall the interior was no less "girly" than the exterior: smooth curves coupled with "girly" colors and decorations.

"Ugh..." Minty resisted the urge to facepalm and stepped forth, her sneakers giving tiny squeaks on the polished floor. Her disgust quickly gave way to confusion. Not a single soul was in the salon, staff included. Every chair was empty, so was the reception, and she could not hear any speech or movement from any other part of the building. Only her own breathing and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the chamber.

"Hello?" she called out hesitantly. "Anypony here? I, uh..." She held up the paper in her hand. "I got this coupon in the mail, so... uh..." 

Nopony answered. She frowned and paced back and forth, checking for any side doors, or perhaps a note on the front door that would explain things. It made no sense. Every other salon she passed on the way here was packed, and this place looked fully equipped and ready to go too. There was simply nopony around to perform the treatments.

Or anypony to perform it on...

"Hello?" she called out again. Walking back to the reception, she tried to find a bell or a buzzer she could use. She then tried the doors nearby, but only the bathrooms were open, and no response came from the others. Sighing, she trudged over to one of the salon chairs and leaned against it. "Great..." she muttered. "The most girly salon in the universe, and it's a haunted house too. What next? Whoopee cushions in the chairs?"

Glancing down, she inspected the chair for a while. Or maybe this is some kind of "self-service" place? she thought. A wide variety of tools and cosmetics were laid out, ready for use. Most of them she did not even recognize. She took a deep breath, and a smile crept onto her face. Credit where credit's due: the place doesn't stink like the others.

Minty had only visited maybe a handful of beauty salons in her life, usually because of her friends. Each salon was filled with the constant stench of either the cosmetics being used, or some fake odor used to cover it up. But this place featured neither. Instead, there was just a very subtle aroma lingering in the air, reminding her of the scent of the sea on a warm day.

Maybe I just need to wait. Relax a little. She sat down on the chair and leaned back with a sigh of relief. She took deep breaths and closed her eyes, enjoying the music and the pleasant air. For about a minute, the chair was just as unresponsive as the rest of the salon. The next moment, she heard a sharp click at the base of it, along with a slight twitch in the seat, and her whole world turned upside down when the whole chair rapidly tilted back.

"What the— Aahhh!" She grabbed for the armrests, but they slipped out of her hands, and she slid headfirst into a hole that popped open in the floor behind the chair. A smooth metal surface brushed against her back as she descended in total darkness. There was a brief section of free fall, followed by an abrupt halt as she landed on a pile of cushions. 

"Oof!" Minty groaned and squirmed, her limbs splayed out at her sides. She brought them under her and pushed herself up slowly, trying to look around. The room was shrouded in total darkness. Her voice did not echo as much, so she assumed it was much smaller. There was a loud snap, and her hands came up to shield her eyes when the lights came on. Minty blinked away at the spots in her vision and looked around, jaw dropping at her surroundings.

She was indeed in a smaller chamber, though it still had plenty of space all around. Most of it was empty, with one side taken up by a mirror, desk, and chair, not unlike the ones she saw on the floor above, although the chair seemed a bit bulkier. On the other side was a door, curvy neon tubes hanging above it, forming the word "EXIT". Speakers were set up in the corners, playing the same jazz music from before. Overall, it looked very much like the chamber she just got dropped from.

What the hay? Minty thought. Upon looking closer, she found that the decor was far from identical after all. The pink walls were adorned with long, white stripes, strange patterns adorning each one. They formed hearts, venus symbols, and outlines of what she swore looked like busty mares in suggestive poses. They were on their knees, on all fours, bending over with their legs spread, or upright, arms raised to show off their figure. One such figure actually resembled a mare poledancing, while another showed a mare groping at her own curves.

Minty stared at the walls in confusion. There was a small hiss, and she gasped, looking up to find a panel sliding into place above her head. The hole she dropped through vanished seamlessly into the ceiling.

"Hello?" she called out hesitantly. Her arms and legs slowly pushed her up. "Anyone out there?"

Just as she got to her feet, the speakers crackled for a moment, and the music gave way to a cheerful female voice. "Good afternoon! Welcome to the Pink Paradise Deluxe Beautification Session." While it spoke naturally, the voice had an uncanny "edge" to it, making the mare's skin crawl. "Please have a seat so we may begin the treatment."

The lights around the mirror brightened slightly. Minty blinked and glanced at the highlighted part of the room. "Hello?" she said. "Can anyone hear me?" After waiting for a couple of seconds, she tried again, frustration growing in her voice. "I'd like to speak to someone in person... please?" 

The chamber refused to react. Did those idiot colts set me up? she thought. Is this some kind of prank? Huffing, she shook her head and trudged toward the exit. Once she got within arm's reach, the sign lit up bright red, and a small panel opened above it. She yelped and froze as a bright beam of white light shot out and touched her head. It slowly moved down along her body, all the way to her toes. Wherever it touched her skin, she felt a slight tingle.

Once the "scan" was completed, the panel closed, and a short buzz came over the intercom. "Error: the client did not receive treatment. Exit will not open." There was a hint of disappointment in the tone of the voice, while the door gave a sharp click.

"Har har..." Minty grumbled. "Very funny, guys. Can we cut it out now?"

"Please have a seat," the voice replied. Its tone went back to cheerful once more.

Despite Minty glaring and tapping her foot impatiently, the door remained firmly shut. Glancing at the chair again, she bit her lip, and her legs shuffled. The last thing she wanted to do was sit into a chair again in this place. "Look... whoever is running this show... holding me here against my will is a crime, prank or not." With nothing specific to speak into, she decided to just talk at the door. "If you open the door, I promise not to make a complaint. Deal?"

Minutes passed without a response. Groaning, Minty threw her hands up. "Seriously?" she said. "Is this necessary?" After giving the chair one last, disgusted look, she sighed and trudged over to it. "Ugh, fine! I'll play along." Shaking her head, she settled into seat and did her best to relax. "Hope the cameras are rolling. Be sure to get my good side."

"Bastards..." she added under her breath.

Admittedly, the padding was rather comfortable, but it did little to improve her mood. There was no activity for a few seconds, after which the chair suddenly whirred to life and started vibrating underneath her. "Um... okay, what's going on n— Ahh!" In the blink of an eye, padded restraints snapped onto her arms and legs. They pinned her to the chair firmly, but without hurting her limbs. Instinctively, she wriggled and strained against the bonds, groaning as she could not even budge them.

"Please sit back and relax while the treatment begins," the voice from the speakers cooed softly. "For your entertainment, we will describe the process to you each step of the way. First, the subject is scanned to have a detailed model of the body. The makeover can then be adjusted accordingly."

"What the hell?" Minty shouted. "Let me go this instant! This is assault! I'll— Huh?"

She blinked and looked up as a small arm popped out of the ceiling. It aimed at her forehead and sent a beam of white light over her body, similar to the one at the door. Once it finished the scan, the arm pulled back, and the chair whirred again. Underneath her and against her back, the cushions of the chair shifted a little. They ended up leaving large gaps, no longer adhering to her form.

"Once the scan is complete, we begin by removing all clothing that would obstruct the treatment." The voice became slightly giddy for a moment. "Fun fact: most mares' taste in clothing is extremely conservative, and it hides most of their natural beauty. Here at Pink Paradise, we strive to show our clients a better alternative."

While she said all this, four metal arms popped out of the chair and approached Minty's body. "Remove my clothing?" she said. "What? How are you even—" Her words got caught in her throat, and her eyes widened once she noticed the appendages. Each one was armed with sharp blades and clamps, which rotated and flexed a few times before they aimed themselves at her body. 

"S-Stay back!" Minty squirmed more intensely now, but the restraints held her tight. The limbs paused a mere inch from her skin, and they carefully began cutting into her clothes, making long incisions along the sides of her plain white blouse and blue jeans. Not once did the arms even brush against her skin, let alone harm it. 

"No!" she yelled between grunts of effort. "Stop! What the hell are you doing?" She blushed deeply as the limbs mutilated her clothes. Once her blouse was sliced up enough, an extra pair of arms came out and pulled the fabric apart, just enough to reveal the plain white bra she wore. Another pair of arms came in from below, repeating the motions on her trousers to expose her matching underwear. "A-Are you insane? That's... this is worse than assault! Let me go!"

The voice addressed her again, ignoring her complaints. "You... Minty" It left an odd pause to load her name into the recording. "...are truly in need of our services." There was a short sound effect of an audience giving an "aww" of disappointment. "Excessive coverage is the number one reason why a mare cannot make a good impression. However, we praise you for coming to us for help, and we intend to assist you in every way we can."

Once they made enough cuts, the clamps grabbed Minty's outfit, and she gasped as they slid it off her with barely any resistance. Without skipping a beat, the same arms cut the straps that held the bra in place, while the ones below gently pushed her legs apart. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt the machine's strength. It was so incredibly gentle, while her muscles could not even slow it, let alone stop it as it subdued her.

The bladed arms came next and carefully cut up her underwear, allowing the clamps to remove it and leave her completely naked. Minty's cheeks were deep red, and her bare skin shivered, even though the room was quite warm. In her shock, the first thing to surface in her mind was anger over her clothes being ruined. With her humble income in mind, they were not exactly cheap.

"You... You perverts!" she cried out. Her voice shook, while her fists clenched and wriggled with all their might in the restraints. "This is sexual harassment! You're all sick, crazy bastards!" Her muscles burned from the effort of fighting against the restraints, but her anger would not let her back down. "I'll make sure you rot in jail forever once I get out of here!"

The robotic arms ignored her as they gathered the torn scraps of fabric and swept them into a small hole in the floor. The flood of anger subsided in Minty's mind, and nervousness took over. "Okay... okay, look..." She took a deep breath, trembling from how exposed she felt. "Look, just... just tell me what you want, and we can work things out. Please?"

The voice spoke a few moments later. "With the clothing removed, the body is first given a soothing massage and lotion treatment." It showed no sign of reacting to Minty's words. "This helps relax the pores and muscles for the next steps."

The arms pulled back into their sockets for a moment. When they returned, they were equipped with sprayers, sponges, and what looked like padded hands. Minty shrank together a bit, while her eyes tracked their motions curiously. She inhaled sharply when lukewarm fluid was sprayed onto her mint green hide, starting at her chest. It was had a sweet scent and oily texture, like some hybrid of perfume and soap. More of it was sprayed onto her neck, arms, legs, and even onto her cheeks, after which the sponges gently rubbed it into every inch of her skin. Once it started to settle in, a pleasant, warm buzz appeared in her coat.

"H-Hey... hey, don't— nnnngh!" Minty trembled as the sponges got to work on her. She followed up with a low moan as they got to her more sensitive parts. A warm buzz washed over her, making her motions slow down. "O-Ohhhh..." 

The machine was violating her. She kept telling herself that, but it did not stop her body from enjoying it. As if responding to her thoughts, once she was coated in the fluid, the hands came in next. They rubbed and kneaded her muscles gently, but with enough firmness to get rid of any tension. The cushions of the seat expanded to fit her body once more. They vibrated and morphed slowly, forming "hands" along their surface, which caressed her back and rear wherever the arms could not reach.

"To ensure optimal treatment," the voice said, "the client's mane needs to be cleaned and treated as well."

Minty's eyes slipped closed, and she gave a low moan, too lost in the moment to react. "O-Ohhh my gosh... mmmm..." Her mouth hung open as she took deep breaths. Every bit of physical tension in her body had melted away, and she was left feeling like a warm pile of goo settling into the chair. It was comfort unlike she had ever experienced. Her mind was inches away from letting go of her concerns, and a smile tugged on her lips.

Another restraint popped out of the chair and clamped onto her neck. "Ahh! Hey!" Her panic returned for a moment, and started squirming again as the device tilted her skull back. "Wh-What now? Nnngh!" 

A pair of the hands gently brushed her mane over the back of the chair. She bit her lip as the sprayers poured a thick gel onto her hair, which the hands slowly worked into her scalp. Her skin tingled pleasantly from the gel, and every itch and ache in her scalp slowly faded away, replaced by the same warmth as the one all over her body. "Mmmm... What are you...? Ohh gosh..." Within moments, she sank back into the pleasant daze from before, letting the machines do their work.

Once the hands finished working in the gel, they pulled back and let it settle for a while. The tingling grew into a pleasant buzz all over her body, and she even felt a dull throb between her legs, making her blush. Eventually, a pair of hoses descended from the ceiling and rinsed her from head to toe with warm water. The sweet-scented foam slid off her hide and disappeared into a grate that opened in the floor.

A large tube was next to descend, glowing dull red. It moved around her slowly, the glow making her skin feel warm. Wherever it went, the moisture quickly evaporated, and within seconds it dried her off completely. She was left with immaculate skin and hair, both feeling like a great weight had been removed from them. 

Minty stared in awe at her body in the mirror. As weird as this all was, she was quite impressed. Her coat and mane had never looked, not to mention felt as good or healthy as they did now. Perhaps she should just try and enjoy this? Not that she had much of a choice, since the restraints still held her firmly. She gave them a small tug before relaxing into the chair, trying to stay calm.

"Okay..." she muttered to herself. "Maybe this won't be so bad..."

The voice came on again. "Once the cleaning is complete, the client is ready for direct modification. First, we improve the midsection and the calves."

Minty blinked and looked up. "Modification? Improve? What, you mean like a massage?"

Instead of a response, the chair let out a low hum, and six tube-like appendages came out of its sides. They slowly approached her body, two of them snaking in behind her and rubbing against her flank. Another two attached themselves to the sides of her hips, and the final two pressed against the sides of her thighs. Minty looked down and gasped. "H-Hey... what the heck are those things?" She struggled again, breathing rapidly. "S-Stay back!"

The small suction ports on the limbs gently latched onto her skin, and she yelped, feeling a series of tiny stabs as they drove needles into her flesh. Moments later, the tubes started vibrating, and she noticed fluids traveling down their lengths. The ones embedded in her flank and thighs pumped a thick, yellow-white gel, while the ones in her hips contained a clearer, purple liquid.

"A mare with curves is a mare who's loved," the voice chirped happily. "No decent pony can resist a good figure."

Minty shuddered, her heart beating faster and faster as the fluids inched toward the tips of the appendages. "No! Wait! What are you— A-Ahhh!" She tensed up as the first of the lukewarm gel slipped in, sending a chill down her spine. It slowly spread through her thighs and flank, her flesh rippling and twitching in response. The purple fluid came next, and a dull ache formed in the bones of her hips.

"G-Get these things out of me!" she shouted. "I... I feel... Ahh!" A mass grew under her skin, the pressure in it slowly reaching a breaking point. But instead of more pain, she just felt movement. Minty blinked and looked down, watching her thighs and flank slowly expand, making her rise higher in the chair. She groaned as the ache in her bones flared for a moment, and her hips began to widen as well.

"O-ohhh my gosh... nnngh!" The intense sensations left Minty too shocked to struggle. All she could manage was a bit of twitching and wriggling. "What are you d-doing to me? Make it stop... please!"

"Sadly, very few mares follow this simple, yet effective advice," the voice went on, unfazed by her reactions. "But we at Pink Paradise can correct every tiny mistake that holds back the true beauty of our clients."

The tubes were not fazed either. They just kept fluids into her mercilessly, making her flank, hips, and thighs gradually expand. When Minty focused her senses on it, she could feel the foreign gel collect into a distinct "padding" under her skin and flesh. It was violating her beyond what she could imagine. Letting out another groan, she struggled and demanded to be released over and over again, to no avail.

While this process went on, another pair of arms came out of the chair, each one carrying one half each of a wide metal device at the end. They closed in on her waist and pressed the devices against her sides, making them hug her body tightly. Minty shuddered and risked another peek below, where she noticed that the device vaguely resembled a corset of some sort. She tried wriggling and shaking it off, but it held fast.

"Big curves must never be shrouded by anything, not even one's own body," the voice added. "A tight waist, on the other hand, really brings out that plush flank and those inviting hips."

The device gave a dull pink glow, and Minty felt a strange warmth where it hugged her waist. She blinked in confusion, finding the sensation oddly pleasant among the horrifying experiences. Moments later, she inhaled sharply when a strong tightness appeared in her body, her ribs and spine aching the same way her hips did. The tightness grew until her waist began to contract slowly, shrinking at the same rate as the expansion of her hips. 

"Stop!" she shouted. "Let me—" Her eyes widened as the pressure suddenly grew again, making it hard to breathe. An odd squirming was set off in her belly as her organs were moved around by the change. Once they managed to adjust, Minty gasped for breath, although the tightness remained as her waist continued to shrink.

"Stop this at once!" she cried. "I demand you stop!" She glanced down at her distended hips and shrinking waist, the feeling of revulsion flaring inside her. "Wh-What kind of sick fetish stuff is this? This isn't 's-sexy' or 'fun' at all!" Strength drained from her as the changes took their toll, and the restraints would not budge, but she kept struggling.

The last of the fluids streamed through the tubes, and Minty yelped as they slowly pulled out. She felt a dull ache, but the needles left no scars. The growth in her lower parts came to a halt, filling up the gaps left by the cushions. The foreign "stuffing" in her flesh pushed her curves out to over twice their normal size, while her contracted waist made the changes stand out even more.

Minty gave a low groan, breathing hard during the small bit of respite she got. Just as she tried to call out again, a new pair of appendages popped up before her. The tubes and ports were similar to the other devices, except more bulky. These two lined up with her breasts, the latches at the tips seeming to reach for her flesh hungrily. Once aimed, the arms slowly pushed toward her nipples.

"According to our studies, when it comes to the matter of breast size, 89% of males believe 'bigger is better'," the voice announced happily. "We at Pink Paradise don't wish to disappoint such an overwhelming majority, and we make sure our clients oblige them as well."

"What?" Minty blinked in disbelief. "My breasts aren't small! Are you saying you—" She trailed off, noticing the devices close in on her chest. "Wait..." She shook her head. "Oh no. No!"

While the tips of the arms inched toward her breasts, she felt the seat shift around a little under her. Something warm and damp brushed against her flank, making her wince. Moments later, the sensation repeated at her crotch, and she yelped out loud.

"S-stop!" she cried. Her arms and legs squirmed desperately, trying to get her away from the approaching arms. Her lower openings clenched in response to the probing, and her face flushed when a slight tingling was set off in her marehood, not at all unpleasant. Groaning, she tried to turn her chest to the side, pull up her legs, and move in just about any way, but it was no use. The restraints tightened slightly to keep her still, and she could only watch and tremble as the appendages closed the distance.

The machines waited patiently for the restraints to hold her down, and the ports latched onto her breasts, a metal ring gripping the flesh in a circle around each of her nipples. A trio of injectors unfolded from each arm and punctured her breasts, allowing the tubes to pump the yellow-white gel slowly into her flesh. Meanwhile, the grip on her nipples tightened, and the arms gave a dull pink glow, making her flesh tingle.

Minty gasped for breath and fought to hold back her moans. Gritting her teeth, she glanced down at her chest. As the gel pumped in, pressure grew in her breasts, making them ripple and expand slowly. The pink glow intensified, and an odd numbness come over her breasts. She could just barely feel the arms start tugging on her nipples. With each tug, the nipples felt like they "stretched out" a little. Each time the rings let go, her nipples did not fully retract. They slowly got larger and more prominent, as if to match her growing breasts. Minty let out a groan and blushed deeply, noticing that the stimulation made her nipples erect as well.

"But to truly dazzle our partner, one must ensure that their 'entry' is both as comfortable and pleasant as possible," the voice said. "To make the glove fit, make sure the opening is the right shape and size, so to speak."

Minty blinked. "H-Huh?" Her heart skipped a beat when she realized what the voice must have meant. "Wait! Don't—" 

The objects sneaking around under her flank and crotch suddenly pushed up out of their holes in the chair. Both of them vibrated a little as one pressed into her rear hole, while the other rubbed against her slit before gently pushing in. Minty could no longer hold back. She tensed up, eyes growing wide, and let out a low moan, her inner walls twitching around the intruders. They did not penetrate deeply, nor were they very big. Instead, once lodged in her holes, they gave off an intense, warm aura that made the flesh of her insides tingle pleasantly.

Minty squeezed her eyes shut, squirming and holding her breath to keep her moans inside. She had never even used a vibrator before, let alone stimulated both her holes at once. Her mind recoiled at the treatment, but her body was not complaining. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, and her holes clamped down on the shafts in a weak attempt to force them out.

"Nnngh... this... this isn't happening..." she muttered. The pleasure below intensified, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "It's not possible..."

The machines at her chest kept pumping the gel into her, making her breasts expand until they were close to an F-cup size. They barely looked natural, just enough not to look like a pair of plastic orbs, but their size and shape made it clear that they have been tampered with. When she squirmed the right way, she could feel the thick mass of gel collecting under her skin, pushing up her mounds.

As the last of the gel trickled in, the rings that tugged on her breasts glowed bright pink again. In an instant, the numbness faded away, and Minty gave a low moan as her enlarged chest unleashed a wave of intense pleasure. The slightest movement set her off, which in turn made her squirm even more. Her puffy nipples tingled pleasantly as the arms detached and pulled away, making her breasts jiggle heavily before they settled. At the same moment, the 'corset' around her waist let go as well, though the tight sensation lingered on.

"A perfect hourglass figure can make a mare irresistible to even the most stubborn partner," the voice said. "It outlines exactly where her greatest advantages lie."

Minty kept her eyes shut. She could not bear to look in the mirror, though her mind pictured her new figure either way. She squirmed and moaned from the machines' constant abuse below. The phallic objects in her holes throbbed and moved back and forth slowly, teasing her while radiating an intense warmth. She felt her inner walls shift slightly with every pass, and the way they embraced the intruders got more and more comfortable. Almost "natural", in fact, and she noticed they were getting more sensitive, just like her breasts.

She bit her lip, again trying to hold back her voice. After a few more gentle thrusts, the shafts pulled out. The mare gasped, feeling her slit and back door practically "hug" the shafts before they let go. Another moan came out, and her blush deepened from how lewd it sounded. Her gaze wandered to the mirror, and she recoiled at her unnatural figure, like the fake body of some porn star or sex doll. Worst of all, her body did not seem to agree. She winced, feeling a slight dampness between her thighs.

"Please let this be the end..." she said in a weak voice. At this point, she could not even feel anger. All she wanted was to escape this horrible device.

The seat whirred again and retracted all of its arms. It stayed idle for a moment before it burst into motion again. The appendages brought out various devices and combined them at eye level in front of her, forming a sort of "mask". Minty squirmed, getting more and more panicked by the sight. There were a pair of sockets clearly meant for her eyes, and one large slot where her mouth would be. Among the dense forest of parts, she could make out an array of small needles throughout the mask, aiming right at her face. At the same time, she could hear something move about behind her head.

"With the body molding almost complete, it's time to begin the smaller cosmetic changes," the announcer chirped. "Every part of the client's body must cry out her affection to the world: her eyes, her mane, her lips..."

The voice droned on, but it was drowned out by the humming of the machine. The limbs holding the mask twitched, and it slowly approached her face. She inhaled sharply and struggled again with all her might, doing everything she could to pull away from it. "No! Stop!" she cried. "Get that thing away from me! I don't want that on my—"

Her voice was squelched when the brace around her neck lit up, giving a bright pink glow and setting off an intense warmth. Her vocal chords, mouth, and face went numb, though she could still feel and move them a little.

"A mare must never be shy with their makeup," the announcer said, "nor should her face be any less inviting than the rest of her body."

The mask closed in, latching onto Minty's face and embracing it snugly. She gave a muffled yelp upon feeling a series of pinpricks in her lips and face. An odd sense of pressure came next as something trickled in through the needles in the mask. The sockets forced her eyes closed, and she felt something soft press against her eyelids, rubbing and pinching occasionally. Small mechanisms tugged on the rest of her face from time to time.

"Mmmph!" Minty shivered and tried to keep still, not daring to struggle with the mask anchored to her face. "Mmmm... mmph!"

While she squirmed helplessly, a pair of arms gently gathered her mane and pulled it taut behind her head. A glass tube lit up above it, releasing a bright golden glow that Minty could just barely see through the mask. Delicate "fingers" rubbed her head and ran through her mane, and she felt an odd sensation in her scalp, as though her hair were "shifting" and becoming heavier. Similar appendages embraced her tail and gave it the same treatment.

"Aside from soothing the body, the lotion treatments also prepare the client for the cosmetic changes, as the lotion reacts to mild magical radiation..."

Once the announcement finished, additional lights appeared around her, and even the underside of the chair lit up. Minty gave a low moan, feeling a gentle warmth caress her skin and make it tingle, a bit like if she were lying under the midday sun. 

What the hay are they doing to me? she thought. Skinning me alive?

The mask kept softly abusing her face and lips, and her thoughts were cut off when a thin tube slithered into her mouth, rubbing against her tongue as it made its way into her throat. "Mmmmph! Mmmm!" She jerked and moaned in panic, her tongue squirming as it tried to keep the intruder out, but it was already inside. Once past her gullet, the tube vibrated and puffed up slightly, giving off a familiar sense of warmth. 

"Mmmph!" Minty squirmed helplessly. The device set off her gag reflex at first, after which the warmth made it slowly fade away. Her throat twitched and tingled pleasantly as the appendage rubbed it from the inside. "Mm-mmmm..." Her face and scalp tingled all over as the machines invaded it from every direction, and the warmth gently seeped into the rest of her body. Bit by bit, her breathing slowed down, and she relaxed, settling into an odd daze.

The lights eventually went out, although her skin kept tingling and buzzing for a minute longer. The activity in the mask slowed down, while her hair and tail reached their "peak" as well. Just before either of them were released, she felt something gently latch onto her earlobes. A sharp pain stabbed into them, making her jerk. "Mmmph!" The dull ache faded after a few moments, she felt a small weight hanging from her ears, while her nipples and navel were pinched lightly in the same manner. She managed to let out a muffled cry of protest, mere moments before the painful stabs hit there as well.

Next, the "mask" on her face hissed and peeled away, while the warm glow of the neck brace turned off. The tube in her throat slowly pulled out, slowed down by how her orifice "hugged" the device now. The components over her eyes pulled away next, and finally it retracted from her lips, though the pressure and faint numbness lingered there.

Minty squirmed uncomfortably, not daring to open her eyes at first. When she did, her jaw dropped, and she could not even utter a sound. The "makeover" went way beyond any rational limits. Bright pink eye shadow coated her eyelids, bringing out her longer and thicker eyelashes. Her eyebrows were thin and outlined with a more faint pink, turned into slightly cartoony arcs over her eyes. Her lips were much thicker, enough to stand out in a small pout, and her hanging jaw made them form an inviting "O" shape. Bright pink lip gloss coated them, giving them a rather wet look. Large golden hoop earrings hung from her ears, slightly obscured by her mane, which was fairly longer and had a slight waviness to it. Its color had changed as well, the white streaks replaced with a platinum blonde, while the mint streaks got much lighter. Her tail went through the same change, while her mint coat was mostly unchanged, except a bit lighter and mixed with some gold and brown to give it a "tanned" look.

"Wh-What the hell?" she whimpered.

Looking further down, she saw a pair of small golden rings embedded in her puffy nipples, while a small white gem gleamed above her navel, attached to it with a silver stud. While she was busy checking herself out, the disembodied voice left a short "pause for effect", and the restraints held on. "What have you done to—" Minty began, only to gasp and blush deeply, finding that her voice had changed as well. It was noticeably higher-pitched and girly, and her thick lips made it harder to speak properly. 

Slut. The word kept echoing in her head. I look like a total slut. Like some cheap whore. She winced when her gaze wandered onto the piercings and the changes to her lips. Like... like a total...

The voice came back, its tone making it seem oblivious to the mare's state. "Thank you for your appreciation of our work so far... Minty ...Since you chose the Deluxe Package, we have some additional accessories for you while we prepare your outfit."

"Appreciation?!" Minty shouted back. Her ears twitched from hearing her altered voice, but she could not hold back her anger. "You turned me into a living sex toy! I'm gonna find you all and rip your—"

While she bellowed curses at nopony in particular, arms came out from a panel in the wall, carrying various clothes and jewelry. Without the restraints letting her go, the arms moved the components into place and magically "stitched" them together. She struggled and protested, but could not prevent it from happening. Meanwhile, her hands and feet were fitted into thick "slots" that appeared in front of them, and she felt a slight pressure and tugging on her fingers and toes. A few seconds later, they pulled back to reveal her fingertips and toes covered in inch-long, bright pink plastic nails. She also gained a couple of rings on some of her fingers, either with "heart" designs or small red jewels in them.

Her breasts jiggled a bit as the arms placed the outfit onto her. It was a bright red tube top, stretched to its absolute limit by her large mounds. Once it wrapped around her tight waist, it just barely covered her nipples and the top of her belly, leaving the upper half of her chest bare, as well as her navel. It squeezed her boobs together just enough to make them stand out and show nice cleavage, while her nipple rings clearly showed through the tight fabric.

Her lower half came next. The arms pulled a thong onto her that was little more than a few strings, not enough to cover anything, but enough to grind into her puffed up slit gently. This was followed by a white miniskirt, riding so high up that it barely covered her crotch, let alone any of her large flank. Black fishnet stockings were pulled over legs, the soft fabric caressing her skin pleasantly and, admittedly, going well with the new color of her coat.

"Let me go!" Minty shouted. Her cheeks burned bright red, as her voice made her sound like a whiny, airheaded teen. "I'm not playing dressup for you sick pieces of—"

A pair of extra high platform heels were slipped onto her feet next. Once her feet were arced the right way, metal braces gripped them for a moment, and she felt a strong warmth seep in. Minty gasped as a strong pressure seemed to weigh down on her joints, setting off a dull ache. The device turned off and let go after a few seconds, and she groaned when she tried to relax her feet, only to find that her joints and muscles were "fitted" into the pose, as though they permanently wanted her to walk on the balls of her feet, or wear the high heels she just received.

While she agonized over her feet, as a final touch, a white choker was fitted onto her neck, a bright pink heart at the center with the words "Cute Slut" on it in curvy letters. Thin golden bracelets were placed on her wrists, matching the hoops that hung from her ears, thus giving her an even sluttier look.

"The makeover is now complete," the voice chirped. The humming of the chair died down, and the restraints pulled back, letting her move freely. "Please enter the next chamber. We have highlighted the exit to make it easier for you."

The "EXIT" sign lit up a bright pink, and the door hissed before sliding open. The voice stayed silent as Minty stirred in her seat. "Nnnngh..." The mare's limbs trembled as she pushed herself up, and she gave a low moan as the slightest motion set off her body, with her senses pushed into overdrive. She gritted her teeth and leaned on the chair for support while giving her reflection a disgusted look. Her hands balled into fists, and she could not decide whether to break the equipment or rip the clothes apart first.

"Next chamber? Next chamber?!" She delivered a kick to the chair, only to stumble back awkwardly when it threw her off balance. She winced, feeling her breasts and rear jiggle with every step she took. "Nnngh! Screw you! I've had it with your sick, sexist garbage!"

Trembling with rage, she reached up to tear off the choker around her neck first. Just before her fingers could touch it, the speakers gave a sharp buzz, and the sign above the exit gave a red flash of warning as well. "Attention," the voice said in a less cheerful tone. "Please do not harm or tamper with any of our products before exiting the salon, or the session must be restarted. Pink Paradise wants to ensure that all of our clients leave satisfied."

Minty just stood there for a moment, jaw dropping in shock. Her gaze wandered back to the mirror, while the words of the announcer echoed in her head. Her body instinctively recoiled the moment she merely thought of having to sit in the chair again. She looked away, face flushing deep red, and she gave a shriek of rage before throwing her hands up and stomping her way toward the open door. Her blush deepened from how her large curves jiggled with every step.
> Happiness Seminar
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"You sick... perverted... crazy... nnngh! I can barely move with these huge... ugh!"

Minty kept cursing to herself through gritted teeth, a deep blush ever present on her cheeks as she stomped her way into the next chamber. Her sensitive curves jiggled with every step, and a few strides were enough to set off a tingle between her thighs. Only her anger and disgust could keep her unwanted arousal in check, though it was trading one torture for another. The less she had to think about her body, the better.

The worst part was how "natural" it all felt. Her enormous chest should have been breaking her spine, but she could support them just fine. The ridiculous heels should have sent her crashing to the floor, but her legs moved like she was born to walk in them, neatly placing one foot in front of the other on a near-perfect line and making her generous thighs brush rub against each other. The motions made her entire body sway enticingly, particularly her hips, putting on a show and teasing her oversensitive parts non-stop. She hated every moment of it, but as soon as she tried a more subtle gait, the heels made her stumble around and threatened to break her ankles.

Thus, she waltzed through the doorway with all the grace of a stripper marching onstage to do a dance. The moment she did, the door slid shut behind her, and the lights turned on, revealing another chamber bathed in pink. It was decorated much like the "salon" she left behind, but had a more complicated design, looking a bit like a "reception area" of sorts. There was an unoccupied desk opposite the door, couches and chairs with pink cushions lining the walls next to it. A pair of locked doors were on the walls to either side, the one on the right with an "EXIT" sign above it, and a console with a large screen stood at the center of the room. Minty looked at it oddly and stepped closer to examine it. The device reminded her of the touchscreens one could see in museums that gave information to tourists.

"Thank you for taking part in the Pink Paradise Deluxe Beautification Session," the feminine voice chirped from the speakers hidden throughout the room. "Before you leave, please take a quick survey to show how satisfied you are with our products."

The touchscreen lit up, showing a bright pink interface with curvy letters on it. Minty ignored it at first, her anger flaring once more the moment the voice reached her ears.

"Satisfied?! I demand to speak to whoever is in charge!" she shouted and stomped her foot. The jiggling it set off and the sound of her own girly voice made her blush a bit deeper. "In person! No more announcers! Come out and face me, you bastards!"

There was no response. Figures. What the hay did I expect? she thought. Shaking her head in frustration, she walked over to the console to take a closer look. The company name stood on it proudly in bright pink, glittery letters. If she thought it was nauseating before, it now made her furious. She tapped her fingers on it impatiently, only to wince when her new nails gave a sharp clack on the glass. She balled her hand into a fist to hide them, and eventually moved it behind her back altogether.

The screen went blank for a few moments and returned with an even more colorful array of letters. The title read "Pink Paradise Session Satisfaction Survey", and underneath was what she could best describe as a screen from a mindless game show quiz.

"Question #1: Are you happy?"

Underneath the question were more flashy objects, one of which was a huge button labeled "YES". It was shaped like a bright green emerald, and the curvy letters were coated in pink glitter. It practically begged her to press it. Not so much the other button, which was less than a third of its companion's size, and was just a bland grey box with "No" written on it.

"We respect our clients' intelligence..." The voice placed an odd emphasis on that word. "So to keep things as simple as possible, the survey is made up of easy 'yes or no' questions. Good luck!"

"Really?" Minty looked up from the console. She did not shout this time, which made the airheaded voice a bit easier to live with. "You mess up my body, and now you want me to do a quiz?" Without hesitating, she rapped her fist on the "No" button and glared at the screen. While she waited for a response, she reached down and fumbled with the straps on her platform shoes, trying to remove them. The moment her fingers reached the straps, another sharp buzz came from the speakers. 

"Removal of any accessories will be considered as damage to the Deluxe Package," the voice said flatly. "All clothing will be taken away as a penalty."

"Uuuugh!" Minty stomped with her foot in anger, setting off another jiggle in her curves. She muttered curses and looked back down at the console. A large sad face appeared on the screen, and the machine gave a low hum, making it sound like it was disappointed in her. Moments later, the screen cleared, and the next question popped:

"Did you enjoy the makeover?"

Minty rolled her eyes and reflexively pressed "No" again, earning herself another sad face and a hum of disappointment. The questions that came afterward were insultingly simple, some of them outright childish. 

"Do you like giggling?

Do you like smiling?

Are girly things fun?"

"Is this a fucking joke?" she muttered. With each question, she slammed "No" more and more forcefully, while her other hand kept rubbing her forehead and her eyes. There was an odd vibration in the screen the whole time she did the quiz. It was too faint to make out any specific shape or pattern, yet somehow it made the image incredibly tiring to look at. The longer she tried to focus on the questions, the more they frustrated and angered her. Toward the end, she was compelled to just give the "wrong" answers and get it over with, especially considering the kind of questions that came her way.

"Do you like letting stallions dominate you?" 

"Do you like being a plaything for males?" 

"Do mares belong on their knees?" 

"Do you love sucking and worshiping big, juicy cocks?"

With each one, the "YES" button got more and more glittery and cheerful, at one point changing into a huge pink heart. Minty ground her teeth together. "You are fucking joking," she growled. Her fist kept slamming "No", and the frowny face on the screen got more and more depressed. Finally, after a dozen or so of the really offensive questions, the screen went blank, and Minty stepped back, trembling with rage. "Frown all you want. You can take your stupid quiz and shove it!"

Moments later, a "sad trombone" sound effect played from the speakers, and the sad face popped up on the screen again.

"We are terribly sorry," the female voice joined in, "but your survey clearly shows that you are unsatisfied with our session. Pink Paradise takes full responsibility for not giving you the pleasant experience we promised."

Minty gave a triumphant smile. "You're damn right it wasn't pleasant!" she said. "And it's about to get very unpleasant for all of you!" Her smile faded, however, when she noticed the exit sign flash red, and a sharp click rang out from the door.

"Our salon insists that our customers leave satisfied," the voice said. "The exit will have to remain locked for now. Please head through the door on your left for a complimentary Happiness Seminar, guaranteed to put a smile on your face for the rest of your life."

The chipper tone was just too much. Minty shrieked in anger and raised her fist. "I'll give you a smile you f— Oww!" She stumbled away from the console, cradling her hand after trying to punch the screen, which turned out to be rather massive and unyielding.

While she was busy massaging her aching fingers, additional lights turned on in the room. As if they were guiding an imbecile, a large pink arrow labeled "THIS WAY" lit up on the wall, pointing to the door on the left. Minty shook her head and trudged over to it, groaning from another dose of swaying hips and jiggling. Her cheeks flushed when she felt another tingle between her thighs, and she squeezed her aching hand, using the pain to stay in control.

Like before, the moment she stepped through the doorway, it slid shut immediately, followed by the clicking of the locks. She found herself in a small, dimly-lit room with a chair in the middle. Compared to the other chambers, this one was almost claustrophobic. Her legs shuffled uncomfortably as she looked around. The walls seemed unusually bare, not even sporting any girly decorations. She sighed and turned her attention to the chair instead. Unlike the salon chair from before, this one was more like an armchair, sporting thick cushions and plenty of room to just lean back and relax, while bulky devices were attached to its sides. She could not see what they contained, but they looked all too familiar either way.

"Oh no," Minty said, shaking her head. "No! Forget it. I'm not doing this again!" She lit her horn and turned back to the door, grunting from the effort as she tried to pry it open with her magic. "Let me out! I'm sick of these damn games!" In a fit of rage, she stepped back and aimed a powerful kick at the door. It did not even budge, while the force of the blow sent the mare stumbling back. She lost her balance from the weight of all the extra padding and gave a sharp yelp, landing on her bubbly backside. 

The devices in the room did not react to the outbursts, and the door just remained firmly shut. After a few minutes, the voice came on to give a calm reminder.

"Please, take a seat," it said joyfully. "The show is about to begin."

A soft whirring came from the walls, and a panel pulled away to reveal a white screen, not unlike the ones at the cinemas. The chair was facing toward the screen, and it seemed to be at the perfect angle to let someone sit back and watch the screen comfortably. Minty huffed in frustration and ignored the setup, instead looking around the room for any other way out.

Are they insane? she thought. This room is a metal box! What if the door breaks and someone gets stuck in here?

Finding nothing, she sighed and tried to get comfortable on her impromptu squishy seat. After a bit of fidgeting, she turned toward the screen, though she kept a wary eye on the chair and shuffled closer to the exit, just in case. A few more minutes passed in silence, and the voice came on again.

"Please take a seat," it said. "The show is about to begin. If you miss it, don't worry. We'll play it again after restarting the beautification session."

Another panel opened on the wall behind Minty, and the light of the projector appeared on the screen. It had a slight flicker to it, having the same effect as the quiz before: the longer Minty stared at it, the more irritating it got, compelling her to find a way out, whatever it might be. At the same moment, a dull purple light came on above the chair, making it look friendly and inviting.

"Not doing it..." Minty muttered to herself. "No way." She looked away from the screen in protest, although the part about 'restarting the beautification session' made her fidget uncomfortably. She did not trust the chair one bit, no matter how inviting it looked, but the flickering on the screen was making her head hurt, and she had to actively fight the urge to just play along and put an end to it.

The room was still waiting for her to act. After a minute or so, the flickering on the screen was joined by a faint buzzing over the speakers, having the same irritating effect through the mare's ears. Meanwhile, the chair lit up even brighter, continuing to act as a "beacon of hope". Minty put her hands over her ears in a vain attempt to block out the noise. She gritted her teeth as it seemed to drill into her skull, infecting it with bad thoughts and urges that she could barely resist now.

There's no way some stupid movie can hurt me, right?

"Ugh!" Minty shook her head. "Fine! That's it! You win!" She let go of her head and stood up, letting out a groan from the jiggling it set off in her curves. "I'll sit in that damn thing. Just... stop the damn noise already! It's driving me crazy!"

She trudged in front of the odd chair, still rather hesitant, but one last glance at the screen was enough to give the final push. She bit her lip, turned around, and carefully aimed her expansive rear at the seat, lowering herself slowly. Her eyes widened as her plush flank all but melted into the chair, and she quickly lowered the rest of herself, her back, limbs, and head sinking into their respective cushions. A soft moan came out of her, and she blushed, cursing at her sensitive body.

At first, the chair did nothing except adjust itself slightly, tilting back and forth until it found the right angle, allowing Minty to relax while the screen filled her vision. The seat hugged her new curves gently, much like the salon chair before, which made her a bit nervous. A low hum started in the base of the chair, and the cushions vibrated softly, massaging her back and helping remove her tension.

"Welcome to the Deluxe Session Happiness Seminar!" the voice said happily. "We hope you enjoy your stay."

The exhausted mare huffed and closed her eyes. Okay, maybe this is just some ridiculous pop-psychology thing, she thought. I'll watch some dumb video, cheat on that test, and get the hell out of here so I can sue these bastards into the ground. Her hands clenched into fists for a moment, but her anger quickly faded as she sank further into the chair. When combined, the odd hum of the device and the flickering on the screen felt oddly soothing. And as much as she hated it, even the extra padding in her body helped make the seat more comfortable.

The device waited for her to relax, at which point a set of restraints popped out, pinning her down along her arms and legs. Minty gave a frustrated groan, her limbs squirming instinctively. "Great..." she muttered. "What the hell did I expect?"

She did not bother to fight this time, content to just wait it out and hope for the best. The restraints had comfortable padding and held on gently, with just enough pressure so she could not move from the chair. If she did not focus on them, she barely noticed their presence at all.

After a short pause, the chair whirred to life, and Minty shuddered a bit as something thick and padded slid over her ears. She realized they were headphones when they gave a small pop, followed by faint static. A transparent plastic visor came next, locking into place over her eyes. On the screen, an image of a humble apartment's living room faded in. Looking closely, she found that the visor added 3D effects to the image as the camera panned around the room. A familiar smooth jazz tune started up in the headphones, reminding her of the one she heard in the lobby. From time to time, it played around with some stereo effects, panning from left to right. She hummed, feeling a pleasant resonance in her skull from the music.

Well, let's just get this stupid thing over with, she thought. At least the 3D effects are kinda cool, and the chair is pretty comfy.

The chair vibrated softly, massaging her back and making it tingle in a pleasant way, and after a minute or so, the image on the screen finally settled on a living character. A stallion with white coat and dark brown mane sat on the edge of his bed, only wearing a pair of tight boxers. He had a handsome face, and his body was finely sculpted. Large, but not too bulky, nor too slim. His eyes were radiant and soothing to look at, and when he smiled, Minty felt an urge to do the same.

There was a knock on the door, and it took the mare a moment to realize it was part of the film. The stallion looked up and slowly got to his feet. As he did, the camera moved along his body to give a good look at him from every angle. For a moment, minty caught a glimpse of a rather impressive bulge on his underwear. Minty felt a faint tingle between her legs, especially when she thought of how his tool probably was not even erect yet.

"Oh boy..." The mare sighed and shook her head, chuckling. "A porno? And here I was expecting something of actual substance..." 

Her mocking fell on deaf ears, and the camera kept focusing on the stallion as he walked up to the front door. A faint pattern emerged on the visor, almost impossible to notice, swirling and sliding in front of Minty's eyes. She blinked repeatedly, and when it did not go away, she tried looking away. A strong sense of vertigo hit her, and she closed her eyes, but the sensation got worse. Groaning, she opened her eyes again and focused on the screen, upon which the unpleasant feeling went away.

"What the hay?" she muttered. The moment she tried to ignore the screen again, the vertigo came back. Sighing, she squirmed a bit in the seat and kept watching.

The stallion opened the front door and smiled widely. "Hello there," he said. Minty's ears twitched from his deep, gentle voice. Stepping aside, he gave way to his visitor: a busty, curvy mare with incredibly slutty makeup and attire. She looked like someone who had just gone through the same kind of "salon session" as Minty, except instead of a look of frustration, her face showed vapid bliss. Minty stared in confusion, noticing a few similarities between the mare and herself, but she shook her head and quickly banished those thoughts.

Oh great, is this how they do it these days? Not the mare calling for a plumber, but a guy calling 'room service' or something?

Minty rolled her eyes and kept watching. A faint whispering started in her headphones as the mare and stallion on the screen conversed. The noises were too quiet to make out, and they often got drowned out by the dialogue, despite how extremely bland it was. The mare spoke of being "lonely" and "depressed" and "not having enough fun", while the stallion just smiled and nodded, occasionally saying a few words to comfort her. The whole time, they kept eyeing each others' privates.

For Celestia's sake, just bend her over the couch already. Since looking bored out of her mind did not earn her any "punishment", Minty put every effort into doing so. I don't have all day. Get on with it!

The porno kept going at a calm pace, not making any effort to be any less cheesy and low-budget, though even Minty had to admit that the actors were definitely not cheap, at least in terms of looks. Eventually, the mare was easily won over by the stallion's kind words, and they shared a passionate kiss, with the stallion's hands already working on pulling her clothes off.

As they embraced each other, the whispering in Minty's ears got slightly louder. It was still too quiet to understand, but she noticed how droning it sounded, seeming to repeat the same set of lines over and over again. Meanwhile, the chair's cushions shifted around, still massaging her back, while new portions pressed up against the back of her head, neck, and several points along her spine. They vibrated and kneaded her softly, seeming to follow the rhythm of the embrace on the screen. 

Minty tensed up a little, giving a low groan. An odd buzz began to spread from where the chair massaged her, making her limbs relax, while her head felt a little fuzzy and numb. Another, more lewd groan came out, and her cheeks flushed as she felt herself getting more sensitive, every pleasant sensation on her body growing stronger.

The mare in porn flick eventually broke the kiss and leaned back, giving the stallion a slutty look. She turned around and bent over the couch, turning her head back and blowing him a kiss as an invitation. Grinning, he obliged and pulled down his boxers, revealing a massive erection between his muscular thighs. He stepped up behind the mare and placed his hands on her hips, while his tip rubbed against her already moist slit.

At the same moment, Minty gasped when she felt something warm and moist press against her own crotch. It touched her just barely, as if to tease her, but even this brief caress was enough to set off a wave intense pleasure in her body.

"A-Ahhhh!" She instinctively began to struggle in the chair, but the bonds held her tight. "Ohhh, I should have known... y-you bastards!" Her blush got deeper as a small part of her mind longed for the stimulation, and she quickly tried to bury the urge with her anger at being tricked again.

The stallion on screen slowly pushed his cock into the mare's slit, who moaned lustfully in response. Minty could faintly feel the headphones push tiny probes into her ears, which sent the sounds of the movie – not to mention the whispering – even deeper into her skull. Meanwhile, the image of the busty mare herself blurred somewhat, making it harder to distinguish her features.

But Minty could not focus on any of this. She tensed up and moaned again as the moist shaft between her legs kept poking at her slit, teasing her in perfect sync with the events on the screen. At one point, it almost pushed its tip into her folds, only to pull back again, as though it could sense her arousal and know exactly how to keep her just on the edge, but still out of reach.

As the massage on her back kept up the buzz in her head, the voices grew a bit louder again. From time to time, she could even make out what they were saying. Most of it was rather monotonous, telling her to just relax and enjoy the scene. A few lines suggested that the stallion looks incredibly handsome and attractive, and the camera focused on him at that exact moment.

Unable to look away, Minty stared at his face, the words resonating in her mind and blocking everything else out. A throb between her legs made her let out another moan. Well, he is pretty handsome, I guess, but why—

As if reacting to her thoughts, the shaft at her nethers pushed in a little deeper. Minty's eyes widened, and she shuddered all over, giving a lewd moan. "Wh-what the...? That was..." She bit her lip and shook her head weakly, eyes still unable to tear away from the screen. "Nnngh..."

No! What are they doing to me? I can't just... Well, maybe a quick release wouldn't hurt, but— No! Her hands gripped the chair firmly, and she did her best to ignore every sensation, especially the warm throbbing between her thighs. I'll wait it out. Just sit still, breathe, and... wait it out...

The machines reacted the moment they sensed her resolve faltering. Even as Minty tried to fight back a split second later, the chair rewarded her for the tiny period of acceptance. The massage on her sensitive spots intensified, while the shaft pushed a few inches into her folds. She could feel her inner walls embrace it snugly, as though they were perfectly molded to cradle a cock. A strong wave of pleasure was set off in her pussy, which was then amplified by the rubbing on her spine. The wave rode up her back, straight into her head, setting off fireworks in her brain.

"O-Ohhhh... mmmm..." Minty's moans got more and more lewd, and she felt a strong warmth building inside her. The pleasure was beyond any she had felt before, or even thought possible. Her cheeks burned brightly as her insides twitched around the intruder, hugging it tightly.

While the shaft kept toying with her, the voices dug a little deeper. "That mare looks so happy," they droned in her ears. "Wouldn't you like to be happy?" The camera showed the mare again. Her features were completely blurry now, though some of them still looked rather familiar to Minty. The haze in her head made it hard to think, but she could clearly recall a seeing a similar image in a mirror earlier that day.

No... wait... no I didn't... or did I?

"Wouldn't it be wonderful?" the voices asked in a warm, gentle tone. "Being so happy and free and loved? Feeling such pleasure all the time?" With the images and sounds all around, it would have been the perfect setup to play out a sexual fantasy, but the camera angle and the details of the mare were slightly off. Other than that, Minty moaned loudly as she felt the shaft push back and forth in her, matching the rhythm of the stallion in the porn flick thrusting into his companion. 

"H-Happy..." Minty mouthed breathlessly. She could hear his amazing voice, feel his loving caress, and even smell his seductive musk. All of it was incredibly tempting. She does look happy... and the guy looks amazing. I bet his cock would feel so good if he'd just bend me over and—

She groaned and tried to shake her head. No! No, I can't! This is sick! I need to... get out... and not feel... happy...

"So happy. So relaxed. Such great pleasure..." The voices droned on and on, matching the rhythm of the thrusts into her pussy. Her lewd groan was rewarded by an intense feeling of joy in her brain, rising up from the buzzing in her spine. The mare on the screen moaned at the same time as Minty did, and even their voices seemed to match. The stallion grinned in response and cooed to her, his voice warm and soothing, while his words felt like the droning in Minty's ears. Her thoughts were slowly drowned out, the words dragging her attention back each time she tried to block it out.

On the screen, another stallion joined the lovemaking pair. His body was just as perfect as the first one, only his colors and some facial features were different. He walked up in front of the mare and stroked her head lovingly, while his other hand aimed his equally massive cock at her face. She moaned and obediently opened her mouth, tongue sticking out to lap at the tip.

"She is so happy," the voices said again. "So happy and free. She feels so good." The stallion pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock against the mare's plump lips, which were just like Minty's own: thick and wet, made for sucking. At the same moment, she felt something warm and hard press against her own lips as well. She groaned as its heavenly musk tickled her nostrils, every breath making her head feel light. "Don't you want to be happy... just like she is? Don't you want to be like her?"

"Happy..." Minty moaned. "S-so good..." The other shaft kept thrusting into her, creating a powerful, rhythmic up and down for her body to keep up with. She rode on a tidal wave of pleasure, the stallion's wonderful scent and lovely body only enhancing the experience, while the voices reassured her that everything was alright. 

Be happy and feel good... just like her?

Minty's plump lips opened up instinctively, and the shaft obliged and slipped in, just as the second stallion on the screen pushed his cock into the mare's mouth. She gave a muffled moan in response and suckled happily, her face showing pure bliss as the stallion's hips started thrusting gently.

"You want to be happy," the voices chanted softly. "You want to be just like her." There was a short pause, and they went on in a cryptic tone. "Is that you?"

The features of the mare blurred even more, while the ones that still stood out became all the more familiar. The camera moved closer, as though Minty were standing right next to the trio. "Are you this sweet, happy, beautiful mare?" the voices purred in her ears. "Do you want this pleasure?"

The stallions groaned and kept thrusting, their shafts coated with the mare's fluids. Every move they make was mirrored by the shafts in Minty's orifices. She felt something warm trickle out of them, tasting both sweet and a bit salty, while its musk was even more powerful than the one radiating off the shafts. On the screen, the stallion at the mare's mouth groped her breasts, while the other gave her rear a few playful spanks. Minty yelped and arced her back, feeling the same actions on her own breasts and ass. It further drowned her in pleasure, while the voices dug deeper and deeper into her mind.

Do I want to be her? She gave a muffled groan, barely resisting at this point. Her tongue played around with the fake shaft pumping in her mouth, while her pussy clenched around the other. Is that me?

Minty eyes closed for a moment as she tried to think, but it got harder and harder to do so. There was a mare on the screen pleasuring two beautiful stallions, and she felt herself doing the same exact thing, letting them toy with her body while she tasted their lovely fluids. Another moan came out, and she suckled eagerly, breathing hard as the warmth inside her grew.

I... want it. Yes, I want it! Yes!

As though the machine could read her thoughts, it rewarded her with another intense wave of pleasure, both physical and mental. The latter came as a surge from her spine, setting off bright rainbows and explosions of color in her mind. She groaned deeply, feeling like she had just answered a really important question, and the whole world was proud of her.

"Could you be her?" the voices asked. "Do you think that's you over there?" They sounded like they were coming from the bottom of her own mind now, and while they were gentle, the power behind them felt immense. Her own thoughts did not even dare resist them, instead reshaping themselves with every word. "Are you this sweet, ditzy, horny little slut? Do you want to be a cute slut who can be fucked by such handsome stallions all day?"

"Mmmmph!" The mare's eyes rolled back for a moment, the constant, intense stimulation and the voices turning her mind into warm goo. It sloshed around in her skull for a while before gradually becoming solid again, but in a different shape, the words feeling like hands that sculpted it expertly.

On the screen, a third stallion joined in. Minty could feel their firm, warm bodies brush up against her, though her perspective was still from the outside. The males at the lower half of the busty mare shifted slightly, allowing the newcomer to settle in and aim his large cock at the mare's rear hole. Minty gave a lewd moan as a third shaft pressed against her own rear at the same moment. Her ass clenched in response, and fresh waves of intense pleasure rushed through her, just as the voices purred deep into her skull.

"Are you a sweet, lovable, giggly, adorable bimbo, Minty?"

"Mmmm..." She giggled a bit and suckled even harder on the faux cock, inviting it further into her mouth. The word "bimbo" made her feel tingly all over, and she could not help but smile. Well yeah, I'm pretty sweet... and lovable... and I feel like giggling too! Bit by bit, the look of vapid bliss settled on her face, while her mind was filled with the craving for the heavenly stallions' cocks. I... I'm... I'm a...

Sensing how her mind was close to full submission, the machine gave the final push. The image wavered for a moment, and Minty's perspective shifted over to the mare's, just in time to feel all three stallions thrust hard into her holes. In fact, as the voices were quick to explain to her, it was her perspective all along.

"Yes... yes!" they chanted. The words echoed in her mind. She could not even tell if it was the stallions, or some other source. She did not really care either. "This is good. You are happy. Give in to the pleasure. Accept it. You are a cute, horny, airheaded bimbo. You love this. You love worshiping hard cocks and letting stallions rut you all day long."

"Mmmmph!" Minty's eyelids fluttered gently, and she gave a long, low groan. Her pleasure seemed to intensify without bounds, while a "weight" in her mind seemed to lift with every moment the voices spoke to her. Her head felt light, as though she were a bit dizzy, and she waited for it to pass, but the sensation lingered on, making her giggle.

"You want to be a really good bimbo. You have to take it easy. Thinking is so hard. Thinking isn't fun." 

Minty tried to mouth the words in response, forgetting about the shaft in her mouth. Another giggle bubbled up from her, and instead she suckled on it more eagerly. Her heart raced, and she felt immense joy, agreeing with every word.

"Stallions are strong. They are smart. You love them so much, don't you? They can do the thinking. You just want them to be happy. You want to be a sweet, giggly bimbo they can love. You want to let them fuck you and use you. You want to suck their cocks and please them with your body. That's what you're best at. You don't need to think. Thinking is so hard..."

Hours seemed to pass as the words dug into every inch of who she was. Minty giggled again, feeling a slight numbness settle on her mind, making her thoughts sluggish. She did not become mindless, but a lot of "baggage" was removed to make room for other things. Long and hard words and numbers became boring, while other "long and hard" things made her giggly and horny. Thinking about complicated stuff made her head hurt and was no fun, but thinking of ways to use her boobies brought a smile to her face.

"You can let go. No need to ever be shy again. You just want to be happy. A cute, ditzy, happy bimbo. You want to sound and look so happy and ditzy and horny all the time. You want everyone to be happy. Any hunk who needs it, you'll make them happy. Any mare who looks all frowny and fussy, you'll help them too. Deep down, they're all happy bimbos like you are."

The mare could no longer listen to the voices, though they molded her all the same. She was too busy pleasuring her "stallions", suckling on their shafts and squeezing them with her holes. They grunted repeatedly, their cocks pulsing and throbbing as the loads inside them were about to burst forth. In response, they started thrusting into her deeper and harder, and her inner walls screamed with pleasure, snugly embracing the shafts as they moved back and forth.

"You'll want all your friends to be happy. Every mare wants to be happy. They all want to be bimbos. If you see someone who's unhappy, just tell them to visit Pink Paradise."

Moments later, the shafts bottomed out in Minty's holes, throbbing as they pumped their thick loads into her. Wave after wave of sweet, musky, hot fluid poured inside her, making her feel stuffed to the brim. Minty groaned, her eyes rolling back, and her whole body tensed up, shuddering and jerking as she got pushed into a mind-numbing orgasm. Her insides clamped down on the cocks, and she suckled instinctively, milking them for every drop.

Once the last of the fluids trickled out, the visor and the headset turned off, and the arms pulled back into the chair, taking their toys with them. The low hum of the mechanism slowly died down, and the restraints let go as the chair tilted upright.

"Thank you for attending the Deluxe Beautification Session Happiness Seminar," the female voice chirped from above. "Please return to the lobby." The door of the chamber opened, and bright pink arrows lit up to show Minty the way out.

"Nnnngh..." The mare breathed deeply, limbs shuffling weakly as she was still trying to recover from the release. Eventually, she pushed herself up from the chair, looking around in confusion. The memory of her intense ordeal was fresh in her mind, but now everything felt numb and empty.

Was it... all just a dream, or...?

She blinked, noticing a pink glow in the corner of her vision, and turned around to stare at the pink arrows. A smile tugged on her lips. "Ohhh, I get it!" Letting out a small giggle, she followed the lights swiftly and left the room. Her hips swayed, and her curves jiggled with every step, but her happy expression did not change at all. The door slid shut behind her, and she found herself in the underground lobby once more.

"After the seminar, we would like to re-evaluate our clients," the voice said happily. "Please take the survey once again."

Minty giggled again. "Like, okay, miss Voice Lady!" The touchscreen lit up, flashing brightly to catch her attention, though it still took her a few seconds to notice. "Oooh, found it!" She clapped and gave a triumphant squee before hopping over to the console, moaning as her huge breasts jiggled and bounced.

The device put her through the same "quiz" as before, though this time there was no vibration in the screen to hurt her eyes. Minty grinned from ear to ear as she looked at the images. "Tee-hee, shiny!" She read the first question, feeling grateful that it was so short and simple.

"Hmm... am I happy?" She giggled, no longer hiding her new high-pitched airhead voice. "Like, of course I'm happy, silly!" Her finger pressed the huge "YES" button, and a large smiley face appeared on the screen. "Omigosh, I got it right!" She clapped and squealed joyfully. "I'm, like, so smart! Next one!"

Her enthusiasm did not last, however, as a seemingly endless barrage of questions came her way. They asked relatively simple things, with "Yes" being the right answer each time, but having to stop and think about each one quickly wore her out. One of them literally said "Is this test hard?", and Minty gave a sad pout, reluctantly pressing "yes". 

"Sorry, Voice Lady." Her legs shuffled as she looked up at the ceiling. "I wanted to, like, do my best, but I'm horny and this test is sooooo hard..."

In response, the console beeped, and a new question popped up. Minty looked down and gasped, gripping the device for support. Omigosh! she thought. The writing here looks super-duper-serious. I bet these are the most important parts! Shifting on her feet, she bit her lip and read the first one.

"Do you think mares belong on their knees?"

The mare giggled in response. "Duuuh!" she said and pressed the green button. "Gotta suck off hunks somehow."

"Should every mare accept her role beneath stallions?"

That one took her a few moments because some of the words were long, but she soon hit "Yes" again and grinned widely. "Omigosh!" She rolled her eyes. "Like, what crazy mare wouldn't?"

"Do you like servicing males and pleasuring their cocks?"

She did not even hesitate on that one, and the mere mention of males and cocks made her legs tremble from excitement.

"Are you a happy, ditzy, slutty bimbo?"

The word "happy" made her giggle, since she most certainly felt happy. "This test is too easy," she said and looked at the next word. "Hmmm... Ditzy?" Her finger toyed with a strand of her mane. "Um... I guess I'm, like, a bit of a ditz... but that's cute, right?" She then made it to the last two words and gave a lewd moan, her thighs rubbing together. Almost instantly, the image of those three magnificent stallions appeared in her head, and her pussy throbbed as she could almost feel them pound away into her. She then saw herself between them, vapid ecstasy written on her face as she pleasured them, just like any good, slutty bimbo would.

Without hesitating, she tapped "Yes", while her other hand sneaked toward her crotch. The moment her pink-tipped finger touched the screen, the speakers erupted with applause, cheers, and party horns. She gasped and jerked back, looking around in confusion as bright pink lights went off all over the room, as though someone threw a tiny party is just to congratulate her.

"Thank you... Minty ...for taking part in the Pink Paradise Deluxe Beautification Session," the announcer said. "We are proud to declare that you will leave this place as a better mare than how you came in." There was another round of applause, and a pink arrow lit up on the wall, guiding Minty to the door on the right as it slid open. "Please head for the exit. Have a nice day!"

Minty leaped in joy, making her curves bounce while she squealed and clapped to herself. "Wooow!" she cried. "Thank you so much, Voice Lady! This was, like, the bestest makeover ever!" Giggling, the freshly made bimbo leaped onto the console to give it a big hug and a kiss, after which she chuckled and sauntered off toward the exit.

Once she stepped through the door, it slid shut behind her, and she found herself in a short, dimly-lit corridor. At the far end, she could see stairs leading up to a bright opening, the sounds of traffic outside faintly seeping in. Smiling widely, she waltzed down the corridor while humming a jolly tune to herself. Along the way, she passed a small slot in the wall to her left, almost ignoring it at first, only to notice something in the corner of her vision that made her freeze, tingling all over.

A large rubber cock stood proudly on a pedestal, the words "Suck me!" written on a sign underneath, punctuated by a small pink heart. Minty giggled and licked her lips, drool already collecting in her mouth. "Tee-hee, I wonder who left this here," she mused, shivering with excitement. "Good thing I found it!"

The shaft was at waist height, and the opening was just big enough for her head to fit in. Without thinking, the busty mare bent over and leaned in, giving a happy little giggle before wrapping her thick, bright pink lips around the head of the shaft. "Mmmm!" She suckled on the tip for a bit, teasing it as though it belonged to a real stallion, before quickly letting it slide in all the way to her throat.

While the bimbo was busy gorging on the rubber plaything, a panel silently opened above her head, and a pair of mechanical arms came out. Minty gave a small gasp as they gently grabbed her sides, keeping her bent over in the same spot. She paused for a moment, the cock halfway in her mouth, but when the arms did not react, she just shrugged and continued bobbing up and down. A muffled moan came out of her, drowning out the noise of a third arm coming forth, carrying a strange, bulky device that vaguely resembled a pen. It twisted around and pressed against her plump rear, right next to her cutie mark. The mare yelped, legs jerking as she felt a series of tiny pinpricks and an odd buzz on her skin.

"Congratulations!" the announcer said cheerfully. "You have found the super special secret prize of the Deluxe session! You must indeed be the smartest bimbo ever... Minty!" There was another round of applause played for her, while a panel opened up in front of her face. It revealed a bright pink handbag, perfectly matching her outfit, and a small arm above it started dropping additional prizes into the bag: a phone, various makeup items, a few smaller sex toys, condoms, and a bundle of coupons for "free samples" at Pink Paradise. Next to the bag was a large dildo, similar to the one she was busy sucking on.

"When you are ready, please take your prize," the voice added. "And remember: we here at Pink Paradise all love you and want the best for you. Be sure to tell all your friends to pay a visit too!"

"Mmmmph!" Minty could barely contain her excitement, though she kept sucking on the shaft eagerly, her tiny mind still set on making her "stallion" cum. The arms held her in place, until the third one stopped buzzing and pulled away, holding up a mirror to show the mare her brand new tattoo on her flank. It formed a lovely, big, pink heart with the words "Pink Paradise Premium Bimbo" over it in cute cursive letters.

The mare moaned in response to the sight, and a shudder passed through her when the shaft in her mouth rewarded her with a quick squirt of sweet fluid, after which it pulled out and disappeared into the wall. The arms then gently turned her toward the stairs and placed the bag and dildo into her hands. She gave a high-pitched squeal when one of the arms reached back to deliver a firm smack to her bubble butt, sending her giggling and jiggling up the stairs.

With a wide smile, the busty bimbo soon found herself back on the street outside the salon. Her mind was a beautiful pink haze, void of intelligence and instead filled with rainbows and happiness. It painted her lovely images of cute stallions crowding around her, their cocks bursting from their pants at the mere sight of her body. She then saw a bunch of sad girls with small titties and frowns on their faces, all of whom she was eager to help find the bimbo living inside them.

Minty sighed happily, her fantasies keeping her content, at least until she lost her train of thought and realized how horny she was. Giggling, she hung her bag on her shoulder and took off, marching proudly down the street with her curvy body on full display, while her eyes hunted for the nearest horny stud to cross her path.

Not that she would say "no" to a mare either. Being a good, ditzy, slutty bimbo, she was anything but picky.
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The way back home was anything but uneventful for Minty. Her skin tingled in excitement from all the attention she got, particularly from any males she came across. Several of them would nearly run into posts, walls, or other pedestrians, the eyes of her victims glued to her massive curves and slutty appearance. Most then had to find something to cover the steadily growing bulges between their legs. Mares, on the other hand, either looked away and blushed, or they frowned and shook their heads at her in disapproval.

Minty beamed happily at every stallion, rewarding every bit of attention she got by slowing down to give each delicious hunk a good, long look. As for the stuck-up mares, she could only giggle at them. It was not their fault, they just needed to take it easy and let go of all the silly and boring things in their life. Maybe get a nice makeover while they are at it. She gave an impish smirk, remembering the coupons in her purse.

Moments later, she paused when a buzzing went off in said purse. Blinking in confusion, she reached into it and pulled out her new phone, which said she got a new text message. Cooing in excitement, she started fiddling with the device, her long, colored plastic nails clicking away on its surface to explore its depths. Each step of the way, the phone was kind enough to give her simple instructions and big, bright buttons to push. Minty pouted, still having a bit of trouble figuring out all the words and numbers, but soon she was giggling happily again when the phone cheered each time she got it right.

The device had all of her old contacts in them, along with several new ones, including a few "work offers" in places she recognized as local strip bars and nightclubs. She hummed in approval, fantasizing about getting paid for her purpose in life: showing off her body and letting sexy hunks and sluts use it for their pleasure. Her thighs rubbed together in excitement, and she quickly called up a few of them to sign up. Each time, friendly voices greeted her, listening patiently as the vapid bimbo babbled about her lewd plans. When she was done, they explained she was welcome to visit whenever she wanted.

Minty gave a happy squee, and was about to set off for the nearest of the strip clubs when she glanced at her phone again, finding a couple of male names that looked familiar. Her eyes widened when she recognized them as colts from her school, whom she knew from afar but never got acquainted with. Not on any friendly terms, that is. She recalled them admiring her body and wanting to get close, and she rejected them violently each time.

Her smile swiftly turned into a frown. In retrospect, it felt so deeply wrong. All those memories of her shouting at them after getting catcalls, pushing them away, and that one time she kicked one of them in the groin. She shuddered at the thought. What could possibly have been wrong with them wanting to rut her silly?

As if on cue, her phone chimed and buzzed softly, making her give a little squeak in surprise. She looked at it, her ditzy brain trying to figure out what the cute little device wanted from her. A text message popped up on the screen. 

"Meet at the college front yard.

-Slate"

At first, she did not even notice the message, still struggling to figure out what the phone was doing. Thinking and figuring things out was a tough chore, and she wished she could have a smart hunk do all those things for her. When she finally managed to notice the text and painstakingly read it, she got rather excited. It was like an answer to her prayer from moments ago! Her knees shivered as she remembered Slate, one of those colts from the group that ogled her. This was her chance to make up with him for being so silly and rejecting him. She could let him take her for a night, or maybe even a whole week (there were other cocks out there that she had to tend to, after all)! Either way, she was sure he had something good planned, since stallions are so much smarter than dumb bimbos like her.

With that in mind, she giggled to herself and headed off to the college campus in a chipper mood. To her surprise, she even managed to remember where the campus itself was. She clapped happily to congratulate herself for being so smart. At this rate, she would end up finishing school at the top of her class. The ridiculous thought made her roll her eyes. No way she would finish ahead of any of the guys.

After a short walk, she found herself among the tall buildings of Canterlot College of the Arts. A web of concrete paths criscrossed in front of the central building, islands of green grass and trees between them, where dozens of students hung around. When they noticed Minty walking among them, everypony was just as stunned as the pedestrians she met along the way, though most of the younger stallions quickly recovered from the shock and became closely interested in the extremely busty mare. Meanwhile, the mares all wondered why prostitutes were visiting the campus in broad daylight all of a sudden.

But Minty's attention was not focused on them, nor the pleasant scent of grass and the comforting shade granted by the trees. She was fixated on a grey stallion standing near the entrance of the building, who was busy fiddling with his phone, a perplexed look on his face. Outwardly, he was not a very remarkable specimen. Decent build, but far from a true "male role model" body. Then again, thanks to the Happiness Seminar, she knew very well that every stallion was a gorgeous hunk, and the inside of her thighs got just as tingly as with any other male once her eyes landed on him.

With a grin of excitement, the bimbo casually sauntered up to the the unwitting stallion. Upon reaching him, she placed her dainty hand onto his chest and ran it down slowly, her pink plastic nails caressing him through his shirt. "Hey there, cutie~" she said in a seductive tone. "You looking for me?" Without waiting for a reply, she then leaned in, squishing her breasts lightly into his chest, while her hand traveled down to his crotch. 

Slate's eyes nearly popped from his sockets when he looked up. "Whoa!" A deep shudder ran through his body as the busty bimbo rubbed herself against him. "Minty? Is... is that y—" He let out a panicked yelp, and his cock sprang up in his pants almost instantly, just in time for her hand's arrival. "H-holy crap, you're... wow..."

His "present" gave an airheaded giggle as she felt him up, her hand running up and down the bulge on his pants, while she pressed against him more and more tightly. The stallion only lasted a few seconds before instincts took over, and his hands followed her lead. While Minty fondled his crotch, he ran one hand up her side to gently caress her boobs, while the other moved down to cup her flank. "Oh wow, and a fine ass too." He chuckled and smiled down at her. "Somepony did a neat job on ya, huh? What happened~?

"Ohhh, nothing much," Minty purred into his ear. "I just, like, got a bit of a makeover. Do you like it~?" She pursed her lips as she met his gaze, their enhanced size and the thick makeup on her face forming the perfect sultry expression. 

"Mmmm, I love it~" Slate was no longer shy about the situation. Far from it. He could tell from Minty's eyes just how little was going on in her brain, while her body was clearly meant for one purpose only. Her lips, in particular, were begging for something to fit between them. He licked his lips in anticipation and leaned in, his warm breath caressing her face, while his hand gave the bimbo's bubble butt another squeeze. "Mind if I have a taste~?" 

Minty gave a low groan, her legs nearly giving out from excitement. She smiled even wider and kissed along his neck and cheek, while her large breasts rubbed against him without any care for public decency.

"Only if you eat it all~" she whispered into his ear. 

Chuckling, Slate nuzzled her cheek, while his hands groped her ass and tits firmly, eliciting another slutty moan from her. He rubbed himself against her, the bulge in his pants grinding into her hips. "Mmmm~" His lips brushed along her cheek, heading for her mouth. "I'll even ask for seconds." 

Not wasting another moment, she threw herself into a passionate kiss, her implanted skills now surfacing for use. She hungrily made out with him, letting him control yet never ceasing to encourage. Her tongue wrapped around his, teasing him to wrestle for control and push back. 

"Mmmmph~!" Slate eagerly joined in, his tongue wrestling with her own, while his lips were engulfed by the plump, pillowy ones Minty had. They tasted each others' warm breath, fueling the fire growing in their bellies. He groped and kneaded her flesh firmly, his cock now threatening to burst from his pants as he rubbed it against the bimbo's inviting crotch. 

Minty wrapped her arms around her mate, letting him lean into her plush, curvy body. She moaned as he teased her lips with his teeth, and she could not help herself and groped his firm ass in return. Her insides were aching for more. So much more. Within a minute or two, she would have been ready to rip his pants off and fuck him silly right there. 

After a few more seconds of fondling and munching, Slate broke the kiss and chuckled at her. "Heh-heh... I bet you're really hungry, babe," he said. "Want to grab some meat for those sweet lips of yours~?" He nodded his head to the side, while his finger ran along Minty's thick lips and pushed in between them for a moment. The ditzy mare eagerly suckled on it, batting her eyes expectantly at the stallion. Her thighs rubbed together, wetness already forming between them as she clung to her first ever mate. The first of many, hopefully.

Seeing her hungry expression, Slate chuckled again and led her away, placing arm around her back and resting his hand on the side of her narrow waist, as though he were carrying a trophy. She leaned into him and sighed contently, accepting her role with glee. She even beamed proudly at anyone who looked at them, giggling when they turned away and grumbled to themselves. The mares looked offended, while the stallions looked jealous, many struggling to hide their own bulges forming on their pants. Minty licked her lips, her tiny mind dreaming of all the blowies she could give to make it up to the other hunks.

Her stallion grinned proudly as well, leading his "catch" to a more isolated corner of the yard, where he found a spot mostly concealed by the bushes and trees around it, giving them all the privacy they would need. Once he made sure nopony else was around, he sat down on a bench and casually spread his legs before Minty.

"Alright then, babe," he said and reached out to caress her cheek. "Put that pretty mouth to work~" 

Getting down on all fours, she crawled over to the stallion, looking deep into his eyes with lust and promises of pleasure. She licked her thick, bright pink lips again and leaned over his crotch, her motions as calm and precise as though she had done this countless times before. She quickly opened his pants using her teeth, pulling down his pants and underwear to reveal his thick, throbbing erection.

She paused for a moment, jaw dropping in awe at the massive shaft, her cock-cradling lips forming a cute "O" that made Slate groan in anticipation. "Ohhh my~" she cooed. "Like, I can't believe I missed out on this~"

"Mmm... you've got all the time in the world now, cutie."

The bimbo was quick to oblige. Rubbing the base of the shaft with her hand, she stuck out her tongue to give a long, sloppy lick up and down along his length, before coming back down and kneading his balls. She kept licking away at his tasty orbs, then leaned closer to take one into her mouth and suckle on it gently. 

"Ohhhh yeah~" The stallion leaned back, shivering from the pleasure. His cock was rock hard, throbbing almost painfully now and already leaking pre from Minty's efforts. Out of instinct, he reached out to pet her head affectionately. "That's right. Mmmm... work it, babe~"

Moaning from the taste and musk filling her senses, she released his sack from her mouth and ran her tongue back up his shaft, moving it in circles around his tip and cleaning up every drop of delicious pre.

"Mmmph! Salty~!" She giggled and kissed up and down the shaft, her plump lips teasing his hard flesh. She moved back to the tip, wrapping her lips around it, and ran her tongue over it once more, even teasing his urethra a little. The stallion groaned in response, his legs squirming in pleasure. The expert foreplay made his cock twitch repeatedly, feeling ready to burst among the lovely dick-pillows, and reward the bimbo with additional squirts of musky fluids. As she started to take his shaft into her mouth, his hand gently scratched her ear for extra encouragement.

"Nnnngh!" His breathing picked up the pace. "Yeahhh, that's it. Nnnf~"

The horny mare bobbed up and down on the throbbing erection, starting slow and upping her pace bit by bit. Her tongue squirmed, running along his underside eagerly, while her lips kneaded his shaft from all around. She teased it non-stop, making it bump against the back of her throat, but not letting it in until he was just on the edge. Each time, she gave a muffled moan or a giggle of excitement, thighs rubbing together from her growing arousal. Every drop of pre she tasted felt like heaven, making her senses feel electric.

"O-ohhhh yeahhh! Fff—" Slate could barely hold back his voice. His hand came to rest on Minty's head, both to caress it and to lightly push her down on his cock, thus asserting his dominance. Even so, he was practically at her mercy, moaning and grunting each time she went down on his shaft. His fluids oozed constantly as pressure built inside his cock, and his voice showed just how worked up he was. As though she were waiting for this moment, the mare pulled back for a few moments, only her lips clinging to his tip as she glanced up with her lovable, vapid expression. Without warning, she then slipped inch after inch of the hot, hard meat deep into her mouth, not stopping this time as the head pushed right into her perfectly shaped throat.

The muscles twitched and clenched, giving a moist, snug embrace along the way. Her throat bulged visibly as she kept going, her lips eventually coming to rest against his base. There, she remained still for a few moments before she started moving again, never letting his member fully escape her tight throat, aiming to milk every drop of seed he had stored.

"O-ohhh, geez..." The stallion was gasping for breath now, feeling really close. His cock throbbed intensely, and Minty could almost feel it swelling with his load as it built up inside. "Can't believe y-you used to be that uptight girl. Mmmm... You turned out to be a real bimbo, didn't ya?" His hand gently tapped her cheek, and he groaned at her ecstatic expression from getting to deepthroat him. "B-Bet you love getting cock all day, huh~?" 

He heard, and even felt the vibrations of a hum of approval from the mare as she continued to slide his thick shaft in and out of her tight throat. Her eyes were shut, and she wriggled with excitement as she worked him with the skill of someone who had decades of experience, inching him toward his release. Within moments, her thirst for his seed was finally quenched. Slate's legs tensed up, and he gave a loud groan, hips twitching as he thrust into Minty's mouth, sending his cock as deep as it could go. The shaft throbbed intensely and pumped a generous load of thick, hot cum into her belly.

"Mmmmmph~" The thick spurts of tasty seed flowed down the bimbo's eager throat, and she pulled back just far enough for more of the juicy liquid to land in her mouth, bathing her tongue in the salty, delicious flavor. She gasped as she then pulled out the cock completely, allowing the final spurts to hit her face. Her cheeks burned, and she gave a groan of pleasure as the hot cum trickled all over her cheeks, forehead, and lips, some of it landing between her breasts. Minty then gave a vapid smile as she licked her lips, still stroking the cock gingerly with her hand. "Ohhhh gooosh... I just, like, totally love your cum~!" Giggling, she kissed the shaft again with her thick, glossy pink lips, making her partner twitch and shudder.

"O-ohhh yeahhh~" Slate leaned back, groaning in delight and gasping for breath from the intense release. From the look on his face, even Minty could tell with her bubbly brain that this was the best blowjob he had ever received in his life, which made her giggle with pride. And once he got a mere glance at her cum-covered and lustful face, his cock throbbed, still fully erect against her lips. He spread his legs eagerly, as if curious what she would do next. 

Minty squealed with excitement, happy to see that her partner was not done yet. The lusty mare ran her dainty hand up to her chest and effortlessly pulled down her tight top, making her breasts pop free and jiggle, their size big enough to squish into his thighs as she leaned between them. Slate chuckled, having to spread them as far as he could just to give her enough room. The bimbo moaned as her hands sank into her massive orbs, and she kneaded them, rubbing them against his erect cock.

"Hope you still have lots saved up~" she mused happily. Her pillowy boobs wrapped around his shaft, and she squeezed them together with her hands while she started moving up and down. Her jiggling, soft mounds formed a perfect cushioning around his cock, while his tip poked out at the top, aimed directly at her eager face.

Slate yelped in surprise, the tight yet smooth embrace exceeding his wildest dreams, and his cock throbbed again, squirting out a bit of pre. His limbs squirmed, and he groaned in pleasure repeatedly, left pretty much at the bimbo's mercy as her breasts milked his shaft. He soon had to lean back and let his limbs go limp, fully sinking into the pleasure she was giving him, while his shaft swelled twitched, already close to delivering the second load. 

Eagerly, Minty obliged her partner, and her legs kept pumping her up and down, the piercings on her nipples jiggling as her mounds bounced and squeezed around his cock. She was having the time of her life, giggling happily like a child playing on a trampoline. Her tongue came out to lap up the cum that trickled down her face, and she flicked it against his tip each time it poked out. "Mmm, yummy~!" She upped the pace of her bouncing. "Like, gimme some more in my face!" 

"Ahhhh! Oh my— Nnnngh!" Slate was completely helpless at this point. Moments after the bimbo voiced her demand, he groaned and threw his head back, while his cock convulsed between her heavenly breasts. Thick wads of cum squirted out, her bouncing dictating their rhythm, and Minty gave a squeal of joy as the first wads coated her face and her breasts, some of it even making it into her open mouth. She kept bouncing throughout his release, letting her tongue out to catch as much of his seed as she could, and at one point she pulled up high to make him spurt right between her tits. Her legs shuddered from the warm goo filling her cleavage.

"Ahhhhh~" Leaning back slightly, Minty glanced down to admire her work, giving a soft giggle from the sight of her partner's cum coating her, not to mention seeing him squirm in his seat, his cock still erect after delivering two massive loads. Moving back down, she kissed up and down along his shaft to help soothe some of the strain, while one of her hands wandered down her belly, slipping under her miniskirt to rub at her already moistening slit. "Ready for the main course, sweetie?" she teased. 

Slate struggled to catch his breath, giving a low groan as he felt Minty kissing his cock, making it stay erect and eager for more. Looking down, he gives a wide smile. "Mmmm..." His hand reaches down to give her breasts a good grope. "I wouldn't mind having a taste~"

The bimbo squealed happily, rubbing herself against Slate as she started climbing into his lap. Just before her thick thighs could straddle him, however, a shocked gasp from behind made them both freeze. Minty's eyes widened, her sluggish mind taking a moment to realize they were supposed to be alone here, and she slowly turned around find a grey earth pony mare with black mane standing there, a purple treble clef as her cutie mark. She stared at the lustful pair with an utterly shocked expression, her eyes fixed on Minty's at first. She then started to frown as her gaze wandered to the stallion, noticing that, even as he stared back in shock, his hands were casually resting on Minty's half-exposed chest.

"Minty?!" Octavia said. "What on Earth is going on here? Who is this? What are you—" Her eyes wandered down to see the tip of Slate's erect shaft poking out between Minty's massive, bubbly butt cheeks. "Ugh!" She tore her gaze away from it, her frown deepening, and her jaw dropped in horror as she took in the full scale of her friend's altered figure.

The pair on the bench glanced at each other, Slate too confused to say anything, while Minty could only give an awkward giggle at first. "Hi, Octavia!" She mused, giving a cute little wave at her friend. "This is Slate, and old friend of mine. We were, like, just having a bit of fun." Her thighs squeezed the stallion's lap for emphasis, making him groan once more. When this only made Octavia seem even more bemused, Minty's cheerful, vapid smile faltered a bit, her bubbly mind struggling to work out what was wrong. "U-Uh... are you okay, Octi? Did you, like, wanna join in?" 

"Join you?" Octavia's fury just seemed to grow and grow. "I've been looking for you all over for the past two hours so we can practice together, and you're here with some guy doing... heaven knows what?" She made sure to avert her eyes from any of the lewd details, fixing her glare on their faces instead.

"Well, um..." Minty curled up on her partner's lap and bit her thick lower lip, her face practically showing those tiny pink gears in her brain trying to make a full turn.

"Oh my," Slate chimed in, seeming to take the bimbo's awkward mumbling as a cue. "Practicing what, exactly? I'd love to come and see~" His hands gently patted Minty's generous flank, making the cheeks wobble.

Octavia ground her teeth together, her voice ice cold. "I meant music, you scoundrel," she growled, visibly flinching at her own words, as she loathed to curse.

"Heh, well, this girl here is a true artist!" Slate grinned, and his groping turned into a resounding smack on the bimbo's butt, making her squeal in surprise, then giggle and rub herself against his partner. "Finest music I've ever heard."

"Okay, I've had enough." Octavia swiftly walked up to them and grabbed Minty by the hand, pulling her out of Slate's lap and tugging her away. The busty mare only whined for a moment, too busy trying not to fall over in her towering heels as her friend relentlessly dragged her off. The stallion did not argue; he merely chuckled and leaned back on the bench, looking quite satisfied for now. Minty cheerfully waved him goodbye before they were out of sight.

Once Octavia had dragged Minty far enough to no longer be irritated by Slate's very existence, she quickly grabbed the jiggling bimbo's top and pulled it back up with one hand, the other trying to stuff her gargantuan breasts back into the fabric. Octavia's winced, her cheeks flushing as she felt something wet and sticky stain her fingers. "Dear Celestia, look at you..." she said. "Who in the world made you put on this... thing?" She nodded her head at the bimbo's outfit, accessories, and her body in general. "And how did your chest become so... ugh..." She rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Just tell me what happened." 

Minty gave a small pout, looking rather confused, and she had to work her pretty pink brain extra hard to figure out what to say, let alone work out why Octavia was so upset. I gotta do something! she thought. And fast! It's not just any unhappy mare, but Octi, my bestest friend!

"I... I, uh... well, you see..." She chewed on her lower lip, the gears in her head struggling to spin under all the giggly goo. "I was, like, talking to him and I thought he was cute, so..." She winced as Octavia merely frowned deeper. "No! Wait! I mean, like, I went to this place with these things and they, like, totally... uh..." 

Her legs shuffled as the memory of the Deluxe Treatment set off a dull tingling between her thighs. Octavia stared at her, the anger on her face shifting toward a look of deep concern. Whatever had transpired, it turned her friend into a complete airhead. Just seeing her struggle with such a simple question was horrifying enough, let alone all the other changes. "Okay... look, never mind. We can just—"

Moments later, a bright pink light went off in Minty's head, making her gasp and beam widely. "Oh! I know!" She grabbed Octavia's hand eagerly. "I can, like, show you where it is!" Without waiting for a response, she started to walk off toward the exit of the campus, only to yelp as her friend reached out to grab her arm, holding her back.

"Minty, listen to me." Octavia gave a friendly smile, stroking the bimbo's shoulder. "It's okay. I think you should just stay here for now. Can you do that for me?" 

"S-Stay here?" Minty's lips quivered, and she gave a pout that her friend could even have found endearing, were it not for the droplets of cum staining the bimbo's thick lips. "But... why? Did I, like, do something wrong?"

"No, it's not your fault at all." It was hard to resist the adorable innocence of her friend, but one glance at the bimbo's features was enough to remind her of the atrocity that had been committed. She had to get to the bottom of this, and while she loathed to leave Minty alone the way she was right now, the bubbly mare would only complicate things by tagging along. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

"Um... well... okay~!" As though someone had flicked a switch, the hurt expression disappeared from Minty's face, and she was back to her giddy self. Octavia gave a deep sigh. The sooner she could fix this, the better.

"Now, can you tell me where this happened?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Minty fondled her breasts absentmindedly, and she licked her lips.

"An address. A name. Something?" Octavia huffed as she only got confused blinking in response. "You told me you wanted to show me something."

Minty blinked again. "Hmm... oh!" She giggled and dug into her bag, retrieving one of the coupons she had been given. Bright pink fireworks went off in her head, rewarding her for doing as instructed. "Take one of these. This should, like, have everything you need~"

Octavia took the coupon, frowning as she inspected both sides closely. "And this is what they call a 'beautification session'?" Her frustrated tone made her friend wince. "I ought to... ugh!" She stomped her foot, and the bimbo squeaked in response. Octavia felt a pang of regret and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "It's alright. Don't worry about it, Minty. I'll make sure those lunatics get what they deserve." 

"Ooh?" Minty giggled, fondling herself again. "You gonna, like, bend over a couch? Or are you gonna get under a desk and, like—"

"Don't. Even. Say. It." Octavia gently smacked Minty's hand away, which was casually reaching out to start groping the grey mare's chest. Minty gave a disappointed moan, but her friend shook her head and smiled, pointing at a nearby bench. "Look, you just stay here and wait for me. I'll be back soon."

"Heh, okay~" Minty licked her lips, her mind already picturing the various naughty things she could do on that bench.

Octavia frowned slightly, noticing the bimbo's expression. "And no fooling around, okay?" She held up a finger, silencing another moan. "I mean it, Minty. Just sit there and wait for me."

"Awww... well... okay then. Hmph..." Minty plopped down on the bench and pouted, crossing her arms under her chest, which pushed up her generous mounds. She watched as Octavia marched off in the direction of the salon, occasionally glancing at the coupon in her hand and muttering angrily to herself. 

Surprising even herself, the busty bimbo waited patiently just as she promised, in spite of all the temptations bombarding her non-stop. Everypony who walked by stared at her, especially the stallions, and even some of the mares seemed mesmerized by her expertly sculpted figure. She fidgeted in place, legs rubbing together as the tingling between them kept torturing her. Every inch of her begged her brain to mount the very next cock she sees, but she kept clinging to the promise she made. After all, Octavia would be so proud, and she might even stop being unhappy.

Her resolve could only last for so long, however, and for some reason Octavia refused to show up, even after a whole hour had passed. Minty's hand had wandered under her skirt by then, idly stroking away while she tried to sate her growing lust using eye candy. Fortunately for her, there were plenty of handsome stallions and cute mares walking past at all times, and she even managed to bring herself off a few times, but it just was not enough. Chewing on her lip, she kept glancing in the direction Octavia had left the college, but there was still no sign of her.

Finally, after half an hour of unbearable arousal, Minty gave up. She hopped off the bench, moaning as this set off her jiggly curves, and was about to tackle the nearest hunk when an odd murmuring spread among the bystanders. She blinked and looked around in confusion, noticing that despite her appearance, their eyes were not trained on her this time. She followed their gaze, and her jaw dropped as a new figure approached the campus.

It was a mare, but with the shocked stares she was getting, she may as well have been a rapidly approaching natural disaster. Her proportions made every nearby head turn, every pair of eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, and every jaw rattle on the floor. She wore a dark purple tube top that barely contained her enormous breasts, which looked quite fake upon close examination. Her mounds jiggled with every step, along with her wide hips and bubble butt, a black miniskirt attempting (and failing) to cover both. Her purple platform heels clacked with every step, the shoes forcing her into a swaying, sensual gait that really brought out her curvy hourglass figure. Her mane and tail were long and slightly wavy, forming luscious black locks that draped around her body.

The face of this busty beauty wore a mixed look of confusion, lust, and vapid bliss. Her half-lidded eyes were brought out by deep purple eye shadow, while matching gloss coated her rather thick, pumped-up lips, which formed into an adorable little "o" as she paused in the middle of the yard and slowly glanced around. One of her fingers rested against her lower lip, showing off her long purple plastic nails. Earrings of the same color and material hung from her earlobes, forming shapes that Minty vaguely recognized as musical notation.

The mint-colored mare's gooey mind rattled to a halt. Normally, she would never have assumed this was anypony she knew, not even before the Happiness Seminar had taught her about the lack of fun in thinking. But there was no mistaking those familiar purple eyes, nor the black mane and grey coat, nor the purple cutie mark on the mare's flank, clearly visible under her skimpy skirt. The symbol formed a treble clef, although now there was a tattoo next to it. Minty's eyes widened as she checked her own rump, finding an identical tattoo on it. 

The realization made her give a delighted squeal, and she grinned from ear to ear as she ran up to the newly-minted bimbo. "Taviii! Heey~!" Octavia gave a high pitched squeak, tensing up all over as her busty friend pulled her into a big, long hug, mashing their massive tits together. A deep groan came out next, and she blushed from the pleasant sensations. "You got a makeover too! Wow, you're, like, soooo sexy, heheh. Wasn't it wonderful?"

Octavia's bubbly brain needed a few moments to catch up, since at first all she could process was her sensitive breasts being teased by a fellow slutty mare's hands. Without hesitating, she started to join the embrace, her own hands seeking out things to grope, and her eyes widened as she finally recognized her friend.

"Omigosh, Mintyyy~!" She gave a happy little squeal and squirmed in joy, making their curvy bodies tease each other all over. Her voice sounded much higher and girly, showing off just how little intelligence was left in her brain. "Heheheh, thanks! Like, you look super-amazing too~!" 

Minty giggled as she kept rubbing against her friend, happily oblivious to all the baffled stares they were attracting. Her hands squeezed along Octavia's widened hips and thighs, while their boobs kept squishing together. "I knooow, right? Told you it's, like, the bestest thing ever~"

"Oh yeah, tell me about it~" Octavia giggled with her friend, rolling her eyes at herself. "At first I was, like, all mad and stuff, shouting at them and asking them to, like, get rid of the big butt and boobies." She had to pause and give a low, muffled moan as Minty locked her wet, plump lips with Octavia's own, their tongues wrestling and teasing each other. "Mmmph... but then, like, they put me in this chair and they told me I'm just a horny bimbo. So I said 'nooo', but they were, like, soooo smart, and the cocks were sooo yummy~"

"Gosh, Tavi, you silly filly." Minty kissed her fellow bimbo's nose. Behind Tavi's vapid eyes, she could almost see the wonderful symphony playing out, rewarding her for listening to her friend and taking part in the Deluxe Session. "I think I was, like, all bitchy at first too. But they taught me to love my big boobies, so I'm, like, really happy now~"

"Mmmm~" Tavi pulled back after giving a few nuzzles and nibbles of her own. She smiled at her friend warmly, but eventually her hips began to squirm, and she pouted. "Mmmf... Mintyyyy! I feel so horny! I didn't even get one cock after the happy chair and the test thingy..."

"Awww..." Minty realized that it had been far too long since she had seen a nice cock herself. Her nethers clenched hungrily, and she groaned, the pink wheels in her head turning slowly. "Hmm... oh!" She grinned widely and took Tavi by the hand. "I know what we can do~!"

Giggling and jiggling, the bimbos raced back toward the dorms, the insides of their thighs already dripping with their fluids by the time they made it upstairs, much to the shock – and sometimes amusement – of those inside. The numbers on the doors made no sense to either of the two, but Minty still had the wits to recognize her own room thanks to the various landmarks such as vending machines and boring notices. Once inside, she practically tossed her friend onto the bed, jumping right after her to form a giggling and moaning mass of busty mares.

The two wrestled for a few minutes, groping, biting, licking, and suckling each other wherever they could. Minty gave a particularly sharp squeal when Tavi's teeth found her nipples, and she responded by thrusting her fingers into the musician's pussy, her long nails teasing her insides and turning the mare into a squirming mess.

"A-Ahhhh! Ohhh, Minty... Mmmph!"

"Mmmm, Tavi, you are gonna loooove this, heh-heh~" Minty gave a wicked grin, feeling the buildup of fluids in Tavi's nethers, and she reached into her purse with her other hand, pulling out the big black dildo she won.

"Oooh!" Tavi giggled. "You got one of those too? Gee, you're, like, a smart bimbo, Minty~"

"Uh-huuuh~" Minty wasted no time, pushing the tip of the dildo between Tavi's quivering lower lips. She smiled widely as the mare arched her back and moaned, insides clenching hungrily around the shaft. "Hmm... wait, you mean you—Ahhhh!" Her eyes widened, and she shuddered all over as she felt something hard press against her own slit, steadily forcing its way in.

Tavi gave a mischievous chuckle between her lustful moans, slowly pumping her own prized dildo back and forth in Minty's pussy. Her friend huffed and leaned in for another kiss, moaning into the bimbo's mouth while she pushed the rubber shaft even deeper. It soon turned into a contest of sorts, with the mares racing to see who would bring the other off first. They never found out, however, as their maddening arousal clouded their minds and made them focus solely on reaching the peak. Within seconds, both were convulsing and squealing passionately, pushing the shafts as far as they would go, then doubling over as their orgasm flooded their brains with pleasure.

Gasping for breath, Minty went limp on top of her friend, giving a content hum as she rested her head on the bimbo's large boobs. Giggling, Tavi petted her head and trailed a fingernail around her areola, then gave it a gentle pinch.

"Ahh!" Minty jerked, her own hand tightening around Tavi's flank. "Mmmph..." The two calmly teased each other until they regained their wits and their energy. While the painful arousal had been dealt with, their hunger for cocks, as it turned out, had been far from sated. They needed something more, and it would take all of their combined mental faculties to figure out what else could be done.

"Mintyyyy!" Tavi whined as she squirmed on her bed. The dildo in her hand was pumping between her own thighs now.

"Shhhh, I'm thinking, Tavi!" Minty suckled on the tip of her own rubber toy, savoring the juices Tavi had spilled all over it. Though it was delicious, it did not seem to help with the boring task of thinking as she had hoped. "Hmmm..." They needed cock, and not just one cock, since even though she was not good with numbers, she knew one was not enough.

But where can we find a lot of nice cocks, all in one place?

"Say..." She turned around to face her friend, her lips still pressed against the tip of the black shaft, and she gave it a long lick before smacking her lips and giving a wide smile. "How about we, like, go do some community service~?"





The door to the upstairs lounge burst open, and vapid giggling could be heard streaming in from outside. All heads turned to look, and as a pair of busty mares filed in and presented themselves, one could practically hear all the pants straining from the erections growing within. Minty and Tavi cooed in delight, their gaze dancing between the various hunks relaxing all over the room after classes.

"Well, well, well..." a familiar voice called out. "What have we here?"

Minty giggled and licked her lips, one hand moving up to trail a long fingernail over her plump dickpillows, the other sliding along her wide hips and over her moistening crotch. "Heeeey boooys~" she said in a slutty, airheaded voice. "I think we, like, got lost. Can ya help us out?"

Being new to the game, Tavi took a bit longer to play along, but she was a fast learner. "Yeah..." She leaned forward, giving their audience the perfect angle to view her enormous cleavage, and her hands came up to knead her breasts from either side. "You boys are sooo smart and sooo nice... you wouldn't, like, leave us hanging, right~?"

A chorus of eager voices replied, each one reassuring them that they would do everything in their power to help. The bimbos fidgeted in excitement as the stallions all got to their feet and approached them, practically drooling at the sight of the busty mares offering themselves. Their reward amounted to almost a dozen hunks, and the athletes looked particularly delicious, setting off a fresh wave of their juices to trickle down between their legs.

In a move that surprised even Minty, Tavi approached the gathering herd and leaned into the firm chest of one of the stallions, caressing his cheek while her curvy body rubbed into his. "Hello again, big guy~" she said in a lustful tone. "Ooh!" She twitched, giggling and blushing as she felt his hand grope her flank firmly.

"Hello yourself, slut~" the hunk replied. Minty's lips formed an "o" of surprise as she realized the stallion was none other than Slate himself, grinning widely at the sight of the "new and improved Octavia" humping his leg. And from the looks of it, the others were friends of his, as they kept a polite distance while he felt up his newest playmate. The minty-colored mare then nearly yelped in surprise as she felt a strong arm reach around her narrow waist, and her ear twitched from the warm breath of her own newest partner looming over her. She giggled and embraced him eagerly, her hands rubbing him all over and fondling his crotch. Her mouth watered as she felt his throbbing erection. 

"Mmm... looks like you found your true calling." Slate said with a chuckle. His hands rubbed along Tavi's sides, moving down to squeeze and pinch her flank, and he chuckled as she gave a loud moan. "I approve. Got a name, babe?"

"Ohhh... T-Tavi," she blurted out between moans. "Like... th-thanks, cutie, heh-heh. I'm proud to be a ditzy, lovely bimbo~"

"Mmm, I bet you are, Tavi. Here to make up for last time?" Without even waiting for a reply, he casually placed her hands on Tavi's shoulders and pushed her onto her knees. The mare obliged without hesitation, her legs trembling in anticipation.

"Hmm?" She licked her thick purple lips, staring up at him while nuzzling his crotch.

"Well, last time I saw your pretty mouth, it was saying all sorts of dumb things." He smirked and casually unzipped his pants, letting his erect cock boop her nose. "How about you be a good little bimbo and use it for something better?"

Minty groaned in approval almost at the exact same time as her friend, as her own stallion's hands kept groping her all over. They shared a brief, sloppy kiss, after which he guided her toward a nearby couch and calmly bent her over it. Her hips wiggled in excitement as he pulled up her skirt to expose her bare slit, dripping with her fluids. She bit her lip and groaned as she heard his fly open up, and his warm hands come to rest on her wide flank.

The other stallions did not slack off either. They had all removed their pants, and they stroked their fully erect shafts as they split into two groups, one forming up around Tavi and Slate, the other around Minty. They cheered as Tavi leaned in to start suckling on Slate's tip, her plump lips and tongue expertly massaging his shaft, while Minty's legs nearly gave out as her stallion pressed his cock against her slit, grinding against it to wind her up before shoving it in. She squealed in delight, doubling over the couch and holding on for dear life as her mate pumped into her relentlessly.

"Ohhh, hell yeah!" Slate rested his hand on Tavi's head, guiding her deeper on his cock as she moved back and forth on it. His legs twitched from the intense pleasure, as well as the delectable sight of the once proud mare now embracing his shaft with her moist dickpillows. "That's right, slut! Take it all! Nngh!"

Within seconds, one of the hunks in Tavi's group could no longer control himself, his cock already leaking thick droplets of pre as he approached the duo. Slate showed no signs of protest, encouraging the others to get closer as well. "Hey!" the first one exclaimed. "This slut plays cello, right? I bet her hands can work miracles on my dick." Tavi gave a muffled moan around Slate's cock as the other stallion grabbed her wrist, gently guiding it to his crotch. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started stroking, making the hunk arch his back and give a deep groan.

"Shit, I gotta try that!" A second male joined in, claiming Tavi's other hand for himself. "Yeah... yeah, that's the— Ohhh g-gooosh, fuuuck!" The theory proved to be correct, as the two stallions were soon barely able to stay on their feet from the heavenly treatment they received. Tavi's fingers practically danced on their cocks, stroking, wiggling, tickling, and squeezing wherever she could sense a spot that elicited a strong reaction. She then tensed up and gave another moan as a third hunk entered the fray, reaching around to squeeze her breasts from behind, while he rubbed his cock between the cheeks of her bubble butt.

Minty giggled between her passionate cries, delighted to see how much fun Tavi was having. Her insides clenched around the heavenly cock pounding her from behind, and she heard her mate groan as she started pushing back with her hips to meet his thrusts. Moments later, her view was blocked by one of the stallions' bare, muscular belly, his erect cock twitching in front of her nose. She barely got to open her mouth before a strong hand grasped her mane and forced her all the way down on the shaft, her lips squirming around his base for a few moments, after which he started thrusting wildly into her throat.

Within minutes, both mares were giving muffled squeals, pleasing as many cocks with as many body parts as they could at the same time. They reached their climax several times before the first of their hunks reached his limit, which only excited everypony further. Tavi was the first to get her reward, Slate grabbing her hair and forcing his shaft all the way into her throat to pump his thick load right into her belly. She drank it eagerly, mind nearly blank from the insane heat and pleasure she felt, especially when the stallions at her sides began to spray her all over with their hot cum. Minty squealed around the cock in her mouth, eyes rolling back as she felt herself get stuffed to the brim, the stallion behind her filling her womb with his baby batter. He then promptly pulled out, taking a moment to catch his breath before he rammed into her tight rear, eager to fill up her ass next.

It was dark outside by the time the last of the stallions collapsed in a heap, too exhausted to keep going. The two Pink Paradise bimbos lay side by side, every orifice stuffed with cum, and every inch of their skin stained with it, reeking of the males' musk. They wheezed quietly, heads floating in a pleasant haze after countless orgasms, and they smiled as their eyes managed to focus on each other. One saw pink fireworks going off in her head, the other heard wondrous music tickling her ears, rewarding them for having fulfilled their purpose in life, at least for today.

They closed their eyes and sighed contently. There were many more cocks out there, and many more unhappy mares. The work of a good bimbo is never done, but they were eager to do it. With a soft giggle, they pulled each other close and shared one last, gentle kiss before drifting off to have pleasant, kinky dreams.





The clacking of high heels echoed between the pink walls of the infamous downtown salon. The mare responsible for the noise frowned as she inspected the rows of empty seats on either side, after which she made her way past the reception and grabbed the handle of one of the doors labeled "PRIVATE". Unlike with the other visitors so far, the lock yielded, and she made her way down a narrow hallway, ending in a small, dark room. There was a console and a screen on one side, the latter split into multiple video feeds showing footage of ponies who had entered the salon. The mare's fingers toyed with a lock of her curly mane, and she frowned even deeper as she saw the footage of those leaving the establishment. There was quite a dramatic difference in their looks, to say the least.

"I hope you have a good explanation for this," she said.

"Oh?" A tall figure emerged from the shadows behind her, its slender features and vibrant, orange locks lit up by the screen's glow. "You have concerns about this investment, Rarity?"

The mare gave a deep sigh. "I'm investing an awful lot of money into this place, Sassy, so yes, I do have concerns. I've had them ever since we decided to expand here. The decor I've more or less gotten used to, but now this?" She pointed at the screen, where a timid unicorn tiptoed in through the front door of the salon, looking more and more nervous from the bright pink surroundings. "I mean, just look at it. A pony enters, signs up for some long, complicated, and very expensive procedure, and they come back out almost unrecognizable." There was a cut, and the camera above the exit showed the door open to reveal the same mare, now walking tall and proud with a wide, vapid smile on her face, her large curves jiggling in her skimpy outfit.

Sassy Saddles merely smirked as she watched the footage. "I like to think they come out as the mares they've always wanted to be. Which means the place is performing superbly, doesn't it?" Despite Rarity's bemused look, her smile did not even waver.

"We've barely opened, barely got a reputation, and they're taking on the most extreme treatments right away?" Rarity asked. "Doesn't that strike you as odd at all?"

Sassy shrugged. "Well, we did advertise this as a place for radical treatments. Perhaps they wanted to put that to the test."

"Radical, yes, but also not exactly cheap." Rarity tapped the console to bring up a report on the costs amassed by the establishment. "I'm all for letting customers experience all that we have to offer, but this... 'Deluxe Session' eats up an awful lot of bits to keep running. Generosity or not, at some point we have to break even if we want to stay in business."

Sassy blinked. "So... are you saying we should remove it from the list offered treatments?"

"I'm saying we need to be sensible," Rarity snapped. She turned around and held up a pink piece of paper. "Like these coupons I've seen going around. A free Deluxe Session? Pardon me, Miss Saddles, but are you out of your mind?"

"What?" Sassy took a step back, though the mare's outburst did not seem to upset her. "I don't see anything wrong with handing out a few samples."

"This is meant to be reserved for the customers who can afford it, not to just 'test the waters'!" Rarity glanced at the screen again, which now showed a pair of young mares entering this time. Their outfits looked quite conservative, and they did not seem very happy, especially when compared to the bubbly, giddy bimbos the footage showed stumbling out of the exit.

"I know, I know, but this isn't just a free giveaway." Sassy held up her hands and offered a friendly smile. "It's actually an ingenious new form of advertising!"

It was Rarity's turn to blink, and her jaw hung limply for a few moments. "Come again?"

"Exactly!" Sassy chuckled. "Or rather, 'come one, come all!' Every customer who gets the Deluxe Session is encouraged afterward to tell everyone they meet how much they enjoyed it. To this end, every bit of that treatment is designed to be deeply satisfying."

"Oh... I see." Rarity bit her lip, wondering if anypony even needed to be told anything once they got a look at the kind of ponies that walked out of the salon.

"In fact, their bodies themselves, once the Deluxe Session makes them into an example of perfect beauty, will be the living proof of our salon's brilliance." The taller mare tossed her mane back and held her snout high with pride. "It's a perfect strategy~!"

A chill went down Rarity's spine as Sassy's explanation seemed to respond to her thoughts. "I'll take your word for it."

"Hmm..." Sassy raised an eyebrow at the mare. "Still not convinced?"

"Just... nervous. And a little confused." Rarity tore her gaze away from the screen, just after she watched a familiar-looking mare stomp her way in through the front door, looking ready to burn the place to the ground. "Those mares... they seem a little... off, don't you think? I'm all for personal taste, but none of these ponies seemed to be the, ahem, naughty types before going in."

Sassy chuckled again. "Oh, that's probably just euphoria. Believe me, if you went through the miracles they experienced..."

"Right." Rarity risked another peek at the screen, this time only focusing on what the individual feeds showed. "On that note, why is there no footage of the sessions themselves? We are supposed to be saving it as reference material."

"Yes, yes, I've been working on that." Sassy reached out to tap the console, and the screen turned off, while the lights in the room slowly came alive, just bright enough to let the two have their bearings. "The cameras haven't all been installed yet." A mischievous smirk tugged on her lips. "Though... if you want... I could let you take a look for yourself..."

Rarity sighed and shook her head. "No, thank you. Not now. I'm far too busy as it is." She gave her partner a halfhearted smile. "But whatever this session of yours does, it seems to work. We're already booked for treatments a whole year in advance from all over the country, and quite a few ponies asked specifically for this one."

Sassy toyed with her mane again. "Oh, you give me too much credit. It's my pleasure helping you however I can to shine across Equestria."

Rarity chuckled. "Thank you very much, Sassy. Hmm... well, let's just hope this will work out." She turned around and made her way for the exit, her gait somewhat twitchy from excitement.

"I'm sure it will, Rarity," Sassy replied. Her smirk widened after the white unicorn left the room. "In fact, the way I see it, I'd say it already has."
> Fit For Females
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Rosey Thorn was not a happy mare.

That was an exaggeration, of course. She could not have been more fortunate. She lived comfortably in a quiet little suburb, ate expensive foods, and made love to a cute stallion who loved her to death, and she loved him in return. Cliffy was smart, caring, gentle, and very dedicated to making the two of them happy. Just the thought of how adorable he was, especially when she rewarded him for his efforts, was enough to make her hum and smile as she stared at the horizon.

But there was one glaring "flaw" to him, if one could even call it that. Cliffy was, for all intents and purposes, a wimp. She hated to admit it, though not as much as he did, since he preferred not to even think about it. He was by no means a coward or lazy, but when he said he'd "carry her luggage", it was more of a polite gesture rather than a practical offer, and just one suitcase going up a few flights of stairs could put his arms and legs out of commission for several hours.

Not for a lack of effort on his part, of course. His body was busy feeding his big brain, it had not time for big muscles too. And still he worked really hard. In fact, if there was one exception to his weakness, it was in bed. Cliffy could slave away tirelessly all night, doing everything in his power to make up for his handicaps. And it worked... mostly, not to mention it meant he would spend the entire next day half-comatose on the bed.

Rosey sighed again. Yes, she was happy, but there was always that longing in the back of her mind that nagged her. An itch she simply could not scratch, not without cheating, but she would never do that. She had silly fantasies, but she would never even dream of breaking her poor Cliffy's heart, all because she wished for this one experience. Namely, she wanted to know what it would be like for a strong, dominant stallion to take her for a ride. The mere mental image of her getting her brains screwed out by some big hunk made her legs quiver.

Cliffy was eager to try new things, but she did not have the heart to tell him about this. Not directly, that is. The torture she already put him through was painful enough, and not just for him. Time and again, she would drag him down to gyms, hire personal trainers, or take him on grueling exercise regimens herself, all in the hopes that it might help turn him into the stallion of her dreams. The even-better-and-kinkier dreams, on top of the dream she already enjoyed. It never really worked, and the constant abuse did not make him any happier, to say the least.

She shook her head and chuckled. It was such a silly thing, she wished it would just go away. With a dream stallion like him, why wish for any more? But the fantasy kept lurking in her mind, and as of late she had found that her orgasms would not satisfy unless she had those images in her head at the time. Yes, she was faithful, but she feared that this craving would eventually drive her to start fooling around, and there might be no stopping after she crossed that line. Besides, there was no guarantee that she would not exchange brains and tenderness for a meathead who treated her like trash. Even as a fantasy, that was not appealing.

Fortunately for her, a solution offered itself that same day as she went on her usual afternoon jog. While passing through the park, she came across a couple of ads stapled to the billboards, advertising a new gym in town. Looking at the address, she was quite surprised for a moment, as she passed through that part of town regularly, and she did not recall any new establishments being set up as of late. Still, it was not much of a detour, so she decided to head there and have a look. 





Cliffy was not a happy stallion.

Not when he had to go on another endeavor that he knew would inevitably fail, that is. He had a pleasant life otherwise, rarely faced with defeat, but at some point one would have to acknowledge their own limits. This is what he kept trying to politely explain to Rosey, especially when she had to help him walk after another brutal day of training, but the poor mare never seemed fully satisfied. She did not throw a fit or belittle him, but he could see the longing in her eyes as clear as day.

Cliffy sighed and hung his head as he thought of her again. He really could not blame her, since he was not exactly proud of how scrawny he was. For a while, he was enthusiastic about changing that, visiting gyms and trainers day in, day out. But as time went on, hope drained away completely. The universe just seemed to dictate it as law that Cliffy would never properly lift a weight heavier than his own arms. Upon conceding defeat, every new attempt just served as a sour reminder that he did not need. It was one thing to feel an ache in his limbs the moment he spotted a pair of weights or a treadmill, and another to feel puny next to the muscle giants that visited such places.

As he moped and trudged onward, his gaze wandered down to the coupon in his hand. "Ferrous Flex Fitness. One week free. Guaranteed results!" It all sounded too good to be true, which was a staple of any such ads, and just the thought of struggling among a bunch of jocks made him grind his teeth. Then again, free was free, and to keep his dear Rosey happy, he was willing to move mountains, figuratively speaking. Taking a deep breath, he marched on toward the address marked on the coupon. 

After making a few turns downtown, he finally spotted his destination across the street. The exterior of the gym was not particularly noteworthy, just the usual steel and glass box, much like every other downtown structure. The most prominent feature was a rather glaring blue sign featuring the company's name and logo, consisting of a horseshoe and the silhouette of a buff stallion underneath, flexing his muscles. The image matched the logo on Cliffy's coupon, and he rolled his eyes. 

Great. Gonna start with the teasing before I even get inside? He tried to look closer, but the tint on the windows prevented him from seeing the interior. Let's just get this over with He swiftly crossed the street and stepped in through the sliding glass doors, driven only by morbid curiosity about what this "free week" had in store for him.

The interior was pretty much what he expected, at least at a first glance. Unlike a lot of other establishments, there was no immediate visual access to the actual workout area here, which gave Cliffy tiny sense of relief. Instead, he found himself in a cozy-looking reception area with a desk at the far end, almost as though it were a spa of some kind. A pair of bulky stallions wearing matching blue t-shirts and shorts stood next to the reception, the word "TRAINER" printed in big white letters on their backs and onto their bulging left pectoral muscles. 

Cliffy's eyes went wide at the two hunks of meat, who chatted idly with the receptionist behind the desk. While he had seen his share of buff trainers at other places, these stallions made the competition look like soufflés. Are those even ponies? he thought. Not that the trainers were abnormally muscular, some fanatical bodybuilders Cliffy had seen could easily outclass them, but unlike those lumbering hulks of flesh, these stallions did not work on being big. They focused on looking good. Every feature of theirs was sculpted beyond perfection, smooth and firm muscles showing under their tight-fitting outfits. Their handsome faces were calm, but with firm determination underneath, unlike the mindless arrogance he saw in most gym enthusiasts.

The pair finished the conversation with the chuckle, waved at the receptionist, and departed down a corridor to the right. One of them glanced at Cliffy along the way and gave a knowing smirk. He lifted his hand to give a thumbs up, the movements making his impressive arm muscles bulge. The scrawny stallion cringed slightly, only managing a weak smile in response. As gorgeous as these stallions looked, which he could not deny, they too did not fail to make him feel insignificant, and part of him even felt disgust, thinking they probably hid their amusement behind those polite smiles.

He gulped, nearly crushing the voucher in his hand as he walked up to the receptionist. The mare behind the desk was not nearly as buff as her coworkers, though still quite fit, at least in terms of muscles. She also had rather noticeable curves, mostly tucked away under her company-themed blouse and pants. Cliffy tore his gaze away from her body and cleared his throat. "Uhh, hello?" He placed the crumpled piece of paper on the desk. "I got this coupon for uh... here."

The mare looked up from her papers and smiled. "Hello, Mr... Cliffy?" She checked the name on the coupon, then looked up at Cliffy again. Her smile widened as she looked him over. "Welcome to Ferrous Flex Fitness, where ponies become steeds." She turned away for a moment, tapping away at her keyboard while she chuckled. "Though, the way I see it, they become studs~"

She winked at Cliffy and looked back at her screen once the information popped up. "Ah, yes. This coupon gives you a full Rebuild Regimen on your first day." She nodded at the corridor the buff stallions just went down. "Go right in. One of our trainers will be with you shortly~"

As she spoke, Cliffy felt faint tremors in the floor, accompanied by dull thuds from the left. Turning his head, he spotted another stallion walk in through the other doorway, which appeared to be the exit from the training areas. Though he did not wear a company outfit, he was just as well-built and splendid-looking as the trainers, if not more so. He grinned widely at the receptionist and winked at her, barely noticing the wiry pony as he passed by and left the way Cliffy came in. The mare chuckled and blew a kiss at him in response, after which she rolled her eyes. "Repeat customer..."

Cliffy took a few moments to pick his jaw back up. "Jeez... really?"

"Oh yes," she said. "Didn't look much better than you when he first came in. No offense."

She winked again and giggled as Cliffy blushed at her remark. "Right..." he said, staring down the corridor the mare had directed him to. After watching such a stacked stallion openly flirt with the hot receptionist right before his eyes, he was really curious whether this place could accomplish what it promised. His rational mind replied with a very firm "no", but he was too busy having to tear his gaze away from the mare after it wandered back to her delicious curves. She did not seem to mind, or even notice as she tapped away on her keyboard, making Cliffy frown in annoyance.

What, do I need to have a bicep in my brain for you to notice me? He huffed and looked away. Fine then. Here goes nothing.

Legs shaking a bit, he made his way down the corridor to the right. His footsteps echoed off the bare blue and white walls, which reminded him more of a swimming pool than a gym. The passage led past a several unlabeled doors, and he found each one to be locked when he tried them. Apparently he was meant to go even further, making him quite perplexed about the size of the place. No gym he had ever visited was this big, and even some of the malls that contained them were smaller.

Eventually, he came to what looked like a smaller waiting area, with doors labeled as a changing room and showers to the left, and another corridor at the far end, though it was currently sealed off by glass doors. Another trainer stood in front of it, wearing the familiar company outfit over his blueish-white coat. He had pleasant green eyes and a short-cropped brown mane and tail, though thankfully not in any intimidating style like those goons who pretended to be ex-military. His muscular arms were crossed over his rock-solid chest, and his lips curled into a smug smile as he noticed the new arrival. "Ah, you must be Cliffy, correct?" he called out.

He reached out to shake Cliffy's hand, who meekly reciprocated. "Yes, I'm--gah!" His eyes widened as the firm grip nearly crushed his bony fingers, then struggled to stay on his feet when the trainer nearly shook the life out of him. "Whoa! Hey!"

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Heavy Heft." The stallion kept smiling, seemingly oblivious to Cliffy's frustration. As he spoke, he put an arm around his customer and led him straight through the glass doors. "Yes, yes, I've heard all the jokes and got all the looks... though if you got the looks I did, you'd never joke again~"

"Sure..." Cliffy eyed the stallion suspiciously while he massaged his aching hand. He glanced back for a moment, wondering why he was not sent off to change his clothes first, but a slight tug from Heft's arm jolted him back, not to mention made him nearly stumble forward. Huffing again, he looked back at his handler, fidgeting slightly. He was not exactly a fan of being herded around like this, and he struggled to find something to talk about, if only to distract himself. "So... what about this place is so 'different' from the rest, huh?"

Heft chuckled and shook his head, patting Cliffy's shoulder, whose entire body rattled in response. "Different? Well, for starters, our training actually works." They reached the far end of the corridor, passing various chambers along the way. Some of the rooms had windows along the walls, though they did not show anything peculiar. Cliffy saw saunas, massage rooms, yoga, and even acupuncture. Only a few were occupied, and all the customers were either well-built stallions or equally fit mares. One of the massage rooms showed another female employee, her spandex outfit much more revealing than the receptionist's, and her curves no less impressive.

Cliffy sighed, his head feeling like it wanted to anchor him to the floor, but another firm tug from Heft dragged him along, while the scrawny colt grumbled silently. "Speaking of methods," the trainer said, "here we are." He reached out to open a pair of double doors, revealing a large training room full of various machines. Cliffy trudged inside and looked around, giving a curious hum when he noticed that there were no other customers around. The only other occupants of the chamber were a pair of female employees waiting in a nearby corner, both wearing trainer suits. They gave the stallions knowing smirks, to which Heft winked in response. 

"Well, go on~" He gave Cliffy a friendly nudge further into the room, which nearly knocked the stallion off his feet.

"H-wha!" Cliffy stumbled forward, barely able to grab a machine to steady himself. He grumbled and turned around to stare daggers into Heft, only to then blush deeply when he remembered those mare, who no doubt watched him make a fool of himself.

Heft chuckled and nodded his head to his left. "We'll warm up first. Go to that open spot in the middle."

Cliffy gave a low huff and nodded, doing as he was told. His legs shuffled awkwardly as he stood among the imposing body-building machines -- which he preferred to think of as "torture devices" -- and a few beads of sweat formed on his brow already, especially each time he stole a glance at the mares nearby. They smiled and waved in response, making his blush even brighter as he quickly looked away.

Heft walked up beside him and started with some standard warm-up exercises. Jogging in place, swinging his arms, rotating his shoulders, his spine, and his legs. Not a single muscle nor joint was left untouched, and the exertion accelerated his heart rate and breathing, while his clothes began to show the first stains from sweat. Yet again he wondered why they never got him to change his clothes, but Heft gave him no time to demand an answer. After a few minutes, he took the panting Cliffy by the shoulder and moved him over to a treadmill. "Alright, so far so good. Let's do a bit of cardio, shall we?"

He smiled, placed Cliffy onto the device -- even as the scrawny stallion began to shake his head -- and he pressed the button to activate it, forcing his trainee to start running almost immediately. It was a good deal faster than how Cliffy usually liked to run, especially since he preferred not to run at all. He groaned as his muscles burned, and the room itself started to feel rather hot. Not enough to be a hazard, but enough to make one sweat profusely, while their imagination did the rest.

"Mmmgh..." Cliffy grumbled under his breath, cursing the day he ever thought of coming here. His chest ached from his pounding heart, and his throat felt like his rapid breaths were scraping it apart from the inside. Blood roared in his head, and the room felt like a furnace, filled with the fumes from his burning and melting body. And yet, by clinging to some tiny sliver of will he had left, he managed to keep running. Glancing to his side, he saw the mares in the corner looking on curiously. The moment Cliffy's gaze met their own, they gave him encouraging smiles, which caused more blood to rush to his cheeks, but also gave him an extra surge of stamina. He even got a faint response between his legs, but the overwhelming strain from the exercise quickly drained his enthusiasm.

"'Our training works'... yeah right..." he muttered between gasps for breath.

Heft did not reply, merely gave a few reassuring words and pats on the back to keep Cliffy running. Occasionally, the large stallion lowered the speed a little, just as his client's legs were about to give out. That and the mares silently cheering him on were the only things that kept Cliffy from giving up. Finally, after what felt like an hour, the treadmill slowly ground to a halt, and Heft gave him another bone-rattling pat on the back. "Good work, Cliffy," he said. "Glad you've got determination. That's the first building block, and the sky is the limit from here~"

He then nodded to the mares, who hopped off their chairs and came up to Cliffy with a bottle of energy drink and a pair of towels. He groaned and shuddered, gasping for breath as he clung to the treadmill's console, trying to lift his head. His vision was slightly blurry, but he could just about make out the duo's features. 

"Hi, I'm Coral," the first one said. "Nice to meet ya. Welcome to FFF~" Her mane and coat were different shades of coral blue, and her figure was even lovelier up close, the trainer suit barely hiding any details. Without asking Cliffy for permission, she pushed the bottle into his hand, took off the cap, and gently lifted it to his lips before he could respond.

"H-Hi... I'm--mmph!" His eyes widened as the plastic opening met his lips, and the bottle tilted up, letting its contents flow into his mouth. The fluid had a subtle sweetness to it, making it taste heavenly and refreshing, especially after such a monstrous workout. He barely hesitated, gulping it down instinctively and giving a muffled hum in response.

"Hello, I'm Satin Weave~" the other mare introduced herself. Her coat was a silvery gray, contrasted by her deep red mane, and her figure was just as delectable as her partner's. While Coral was a bit more "built" up top, Satin definitely had an advantage in her gluteus maximus. Once Cliffy downed a third of the bottle, Coral set it aside, and both mares got to work, quickly wiping off any sweat that had built up all over his body.

"H-Hey!" he blurted out, blushing even deeper. "What's the big idea?" His bony legs kept shaking from the recent strain, not to mention his body reacting to a pair of gorgeous mares casually caressing him all over, hitting quite a few sensitive spots along the way. It was wholly unexpected for a simple gym workout, but he had to admit, it was not entirely unwelcome either.

The duo simply giggled and kept wiping him all over, even going under his shirt and practically every place they could reach without being indecent. "Drink up," Heft said, looking on from the side. "It's gonna be a busy day, and you need to stay hydrated."

"Could've at least asked me first..." Cliffy said under his breath. Once Coral and Satin were done, the former made him drink another hearty dose, followed by the two giving him a very brief massage. He bit his lip to hold back a moan as their gentle, yet firm hands rubbed down his arms and legs, helping ease some of the burn and ache. Finally, they gathered their things and retreated to their corner, their hips swaying enticingly right in front of him. Heft chuckled as he took the gawking stallion's arm, and he guided Cliffy to the next machine.

"Huh..." Cliffy muttered, shaking his legs off as he walked after Heft. While it was difficult to tell through the fatigue and dull ache all over his body, he could have sworn that his limbs felt a bit... tighter. "Hm..." 

"Something wrong?" Heft asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Cliffy blinked and shook his head. "Oh, uh... nothing." Probably just a bit of muscle fever, he thought.

The mere sight of the next machine sent a chill down Cliffy's spine, countering the fiery hell he felt so far. It was a seated pulldown machine, and Heft would not take no for an answer, pushing him into the seat firmly. The large stallion rattled off a few more nonsensical workout catchphrases while he set up a lethal-looking amount of weights. "Don't let the load scare you," he said with a smirk. "Here, watch." 

Demonstrating his strength, he reached up and did rep one-handed, making Cliffy's jaw drop. He could not see a hint of strain on any of Heft's features, and he felt like curling up in the trainer's mere presence, especially when the same strong arm reached for him next. Heft simply chuckled again and took Cliffy's hands, guiding them onto the bar. "You're the mean machine, and you're gonna dominate all this junk," he said. "Now pull!"

Despite thinking he would yank his arms out of his sockets if he tried, the sudden command of the stallion jolted him into action. Cliffy gritted his teeth and pulled, arms quivering as he put all he had into trying to move the ludicrous amount of weights. "Hnnngh! Y-You're... kidding me... gah!" 

By some miracle, his joints held on at the cost of tremendous pain, and the weights actually did move. Not as easily as how Heft did it, but Cliffy managed to do a rep, followed by the next one. His muscles felt like they were ripping to shreds, but just as his fingers were about to slip off the handle, Heft forced them right back. He stayed close at all times, instructing Cliffy on how to breathe, pace himself, and to not give up. "Pain is just the sign of progress," he said. "We have to tear you down before we can build you up again~"

After a good long session consisting of too many reps that a pony was meant to survive, Heft gave a satisfied nod and let Cliffy take a break. The stallion nearly collapsed on the bench under the bar, while the mares appeared at his sides once more. Coral made him drink the last of the bottle before she opened a fresh one, while Satin Weave massaged his aching arms and back. Their combined efforts helped soothe the agony in his muscles, and he let out a sigh of relief, making them let out a chuckle as he leaned into their embrace. He hummed softly, enjoying their heavenly handiwork, and he nearly let out a groan of disappointment when the mares suddenly pulled away, and he looked up to see Heft gesturing at the next machine.

"Hey, no slacking off now, tough guy," the trainer said with a grin. "You didn't sign up just to lay around~"

"Mmmf... fiiine." Cliffy rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the bench, shuddering a little as he moved in his sweat-soaked clothes. A slight wooziness came over him, making him stumble as he followed Heft, and he took a few deep breaths, but the faint lightheaded sensation never fully left. He figured it was just fatigue, and maybe things would clear up again once he got some proper rest. His arms felt heavy, swinging limply at his sides, and he was eternally grateful when he saw that the next machine involved using his legs.

Heft motioned Cliffy into a reclining seat, adjusting it for the proper angle, and he propped his client's feet up against a large plate. He then picked up an impressive amount of weights yet again, making Cliffy shift nervously on his seat as he watched the massive load he would be going up against.

"Lets get put those legs to work, shall we?" Heft said. Placing his hands on Cliffy's knees, he gently pressed on them, guiding him through the first rep. "Push, then slowly ease it back."

"Hnnngh!" Cliffy tensed up, teeth clenching, and he trembled all over as he battled against the enormous weight. His legs burned and ached, the muscles feeling like they were popping and tearing at the seams. Still, inch by inch, he managed to move the plate until his knees were straight, after which he eased it back, gasping for breath when the plate hit supports again. "Ghh... y-you trying to kill me or something...?" Not even bothering to wait for a reply, he took a deep breath and pushed again, face turning red from the effort.

"Heh-heh, kill you?" Heft winked at the duo. "Not a chance. That would ruin our reputation~"

"Come on, Cliffy, you can do it!" Coral said.

"Don't quit now!" Satin added. "You're on your way to becoming a true steed!"

The trainers had another round of chuckling, while Cliffy kept struggling desperately. Instead of confounding him and sapping his strength, the sound of laughter somehow compelled him to try harder, as though each push would get him further away from anypony ever humiliate him like this ever again. It was no small feat, given how each rep seemed to tear the very life out of him, but he refused to stop. His legs soon felt as brutalized as his arms, but through the agony, he also noticed a few hints of improvement. The plate moved a tad easier than how he fared with the previous machine, and his heart and lungs seemed to keep up a little better as well, though still just barely.

When Heft finally ended the exercise, Cliffy leaned back and went limp on the seat, wheezing and smiling weakly at Coral and Satin. The mares brought him a fresh bottle and gave another rubdown session, taking a good amount of time to knead every bit of tension out of his legs. They did not speak while they worked, but more than once Cliffy caught them giving him suggestive looks, especially while their delectable, firm bodies moved agonizingly close to his crotch. As they moved up and down along his legs, their breasts kept brushing against his thighs, while their thorough handiwork kept "accidentally" moving across his crotch. Strictly through the clothes, of course.

Cliffy blushed and held back a groan, struggling to remain still, even despite the fatigue. The fabric of his pants was strained by a now visible bulge, though none of his companions seemed to want to point it out. In his head, he scolded himself to get a grip and, perhaps for the first time in his life, tried to focus his attention on the ache in his limbs, just to block out all the lewd fantasies floating through his mind. Yet in spite of his efforts, all it took was one teasing finger trailing across his belly, or a quiet giggle to his side, and the assistants were in the center of his attention once more.

Once again, before he could get too comfortable with Coral and Satin working on him, the mares pulled away, and Heft took him to the next machine, which was a seated chest press. He smiled, watching Cliffy carefully navigate the maze of machinery, a slightly dazed look on his face. The lightheaded sensation persisted, though still not enough to cause trouble. If anything, the wooziness made it easier to play along and overcome any leftover hesitation. 

Once the stallion took his seat, Heavy Heft opened his mouth to start his usual monologue, only to be cut off when his watch beeped. He glanced down at his wrist and sighed. "Aw, just when it was getting good." He chuckled and gave his client one last reassuring jab. To Cliffy's surprise, his body did not react like a bowl of jelly this time. "Sorry, Cliffy. You're a fine stallion to work with, but I've got an appointment coming up." Heft smirked and nodded his head at the duo nearby. "Don't worry though, Coral and Satin are staying. They'll take good care of you~"

With that, he turned around and left the chamber, leaving Cliffy to just stare after him slack-jawed. Even after sitting down, the dizziness kept lingering in his body, which did not respond quite the way it used to before he visited this place. Guess they got the part about "guaranteed results" right, he thought. Just hope that doesn't mean I'm crippled for life... 

Before he could ponder that any further, however, the mares approached Cliffy and, as Heft promised, helped prepare the machine for him. They cooed to him teasingly and giggled, guiding his hands into place much more carefully than was necessary, which drew out the bodily contact. Any complaints about being "abandoned" were flushed out of Cliffy's head, and he bit his lip to restrain himself. The fabric of his pants strained from the bulge it tried to contain, brought on by the constant touching and whispering. 

Desperate not to make a fool of himself, he tried to fight it off by focusing on the workout, putting everything he had into each rep. The more he did, the more he got used to the intense burning in his muscles. Still, the mares offered a constant distraction, giggling and caressing him from either side while they gave words of encouragement. His arousal stubbornly persisted, along with the haze in his head. It did not cause any trouble with the exercises, and it helped him feel more relaxed about his situation.

"Hmm..." Coral tapped her lip thoughtfully. "You know, we specialize with mare trainees, so technically we're not qualified to work with you." The trainers winked at each other and chuckled. "But, there is a solution~"

Cliffy was about to reply, only to watch as Coral walked over to a TV screen placed on the wall and press one of its buttons. An image appeared on the screen, showing the FFF logo. "Oh!" Satin gently rubbed Cliffy's shoulder and leaned against him, making him blush as her cheek touched his own. "Looks like your program did not specify this part. Which would you prefer? Gentle Giant, or the Rough Tough Stuff~?"

"H-huh?" Cliffy's eyes darted between the two of them, while his hand tried to stealthily tuck his rising shaft away between his thighs. His limbs were stiff and clumsy as they tried to respond. "What's all that mean?" he asked. Looking up at the screen, he raised an eyebrow. "And what's with the TV? I thought the idea was to not be a couch potato."

The mares giggled, making him crack a smile as well. Somehow, it gave him a surge of pride to have impressed the duo with his little quip. "Don't be silly," Coral said as she returned to his side. "This is your trainer. That is, a video designed to guide you through the rest of your regimen..." She leaned in, looking deep into his eyes, her warm breath caressing his face. "While we help keep your gears oiled~" 

Satin trailed a hand down his chest for emphasis, moving it down his belly, making his muscles tense up and shudder along the way. She slowed her hand, bringing it to a stop torturously close to his crotch. "You'll keep working out all the same," she purred. "So, what will it be~?"

Cliffy's breathing picked up the pace, and the looks they were giving him did not bode well. Not that he disliked the mares, quite the opposite, his body all but screamed for them to jump him here and now. That alone frightened him, as he would have been disgusted by such behavior on any other day. Despite all that, he somehow managed to stay still, not wanting to just run out on these lovely ladies. "Well..." he muttered. "Both sound kinda stupid, but... I guess I'll go with 'Gentle Giant'."

"Heheh, good boy~" Satin ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek, making him blush deeper and groan, while Coral sauntered back to the screen and pressed a button. Stock upbeat music began to play, followed by a rather cliched intro. The company showed off its logo and the gym itself, featuring clips of ponies at the peak of fitness, either working out or smiling at the camera to show how contented they all were. Meanwhile, Satin guided Cliffy over to the next machine, this one focusing on his arms again to exercise his biceps. 

While Coral set up the weights, his ears flicked when he felt Satin gently push a pair of earphones into them, and she clipped the wire and antenna to his shirt. Before he could say a word, the girls hushed him with a teasing caress each, after which they guided his arms to start doing the reps. "Welcome to the Ferrous Flex Fitness video training," said a silky female voice in his ears. It felt soothing and resonant, as if it were in harmony with his very bones. "This program will help you achieve the peak of physical perfection, going beyond anything you and everyone around you had ever dreamed of."

As he looked up at the screen, he saw the footage settle on an empty spot in a training room very similar to where he was now. After a brief pause, a trainer came into view, standing in the middle and looking back at Cliffy with a friendly smile. He was a bit more bulky than Heft, but at the same time, he seemed to radiate calmness with his mere presence, making him a hundred times more appealing to Cliffy than his previous handler. "Hello," the stallion in the video said. "Welcome to Gentle Giant training video. I'm Bison Soul, and I'm very glad you're here." Even his voice was deep and warm, making Cliffy give a little sigh of relief as the words seeped in through the earphones. "So you decided to buff up? Good, you've come to the right place. Now I'm here to teach you how to be a true giant~" He winked and briefly struck a pose, showing off his muscles. The girls at Cliffy's sides let out a giggle.

"Hnngh..." Cliffy grunted as he grabbed the bar, performing the reps absentmindedly. With so much going on around him, it was difficult to focus on any one thing at a time. The girls' laughter and the training video felt like it was mocking him again, making his face redden even more. He opened his mouth for a moment, trying to come up with a retort, but all that came out was his labored breath, and the mares' gentle caress quickly washed away his frustration.

"That's right, keep working it," Bison's voice was calm, yet firm, and he kept the experience fair by performing the exact same exercises Cliffy was doing. "Pull. That's it. Feel your weakness leaving your body. The more it hurts, the more you know you're winning the fight." He grinned at his student, who nodded slowly and held his breath, struggling with renewed effort against the weights.

Between exercises, Cliffy got a quick breather, though he felt less and less in need of it. In fact, at one point he began to seek out the next machine on his own, eager to get back into the grind. Still, the mares told him to stop, fed him energy drinks, and massaged his limbs tirelessly. As the training explored the various muscle regions of his body, more and more of him began to feel that odd tightness. His chest, his arms, his legs all felt a bit heavier than normal, though quick to move the moment he willed them to. His shirt and pants felt tight as well, and during some of his movements, he actually felt the fabric straining and popping. The moment he tried to shift his attention, however, Bison Soul stepped in.

"Focus," he said in a more strict tone. "If you want to be a Gentle Giant, you can't let anything distract you. Not when you're so close. A wonderful world awaits you where you are every mare's dream and every stallion's idol. It's time we got you there!" 

"Hnnngh!" Cliffy grunted louder and louder with each rep, moving between the machines restlessly, unaware of how his clothes seemed to shrink around his sweaty body. Though he could not comprehend it, the more he listened to Bison's voice, the more that subtle yet constant strength in the words seemed to flow into his own body, filling it with boundless, yet tame power. It seemed so close indeed, to be forever rid of that awful sense of being weaker than other stallions, and instead enjoy the bliss of knowing he could best any of them, to say nothing of the mere thought of mares fawning over him.

"Yes! That's the spirit~!" There was barely any transition between the exercises, as far as Cliffy could tell anyway. He was beginning to practically burst with strength, barely feeling the weights or strain of any kind. "Work it! Feel the burn! That heat inside. You know what it says: you're the best stud of them all. No guy can compete, and no mare can resist." 

The mares rubbed up to him more and more as they massaged him, which faintly reminded him of his slowly altering body. He began to find that he had to duck to avoid certain things he could easily pass under before, while Coral and Satin's hands had a lot more muscle mass to cover. The pounding of his heart, the heat flowing through his body, and the immense pleasure overwhelmed his senses, leaving him in a contented daze as he stared at the screen.

Bison took a break from his exercises, gulped some energy drink, and a pair of hot mares approached him from either side to rub him down as well. "Ahhh... that's right. Relax. Don't let any disturbing thoughts trouble you. No need to even think much at all. Not when there are so many better things around you." He wrapped one of his bulky arms around the mare on his right, while she giggled and practically melted onto him. "Just focus on what feels good. What is good, which is what you have become. As you can see, these girls know it well enough." Grinning, he slipped his other hand around and groped the flank of the mare on his left, making her moan and giggle, her cheeks flushing. "Cute little bimbos, not the brightest in the world, yet they know what the best things are in life. Though... they might find it hard to admit sometimes. And that's where you come in~"

Still floating in the warm, comfortable daze, Cliffy sat up from the latest machine, only to pause as the sound of fabric tearing rang out. He sluggishly looked down to see that both his shirt and pants finally gave in. He blinked, not even having felt the clothes straining over his limbs, and his eyes widened at what he saw underneath. As the ruined fabric peeled away, it revealed a perfectly sculpted upper and lower body, bulging with muscles and twitching in anticipation of more labor. On top of that, none of it felt strange at all. New, perhaps, and even a bit tingly, but well within the spirit of the session.

"Hot damn," he muttered. "I've... I've become become a god." His voice shook from excitement, with no sign of any concern over how this was even possible. The now bulky stallion lifted his hands, marveling at the sight, and on a whim he decided to start flexing in various poses, such as the ones he would always see on gym advertisements. The feeling of his rock-solid muscles tensing up made him groan with pleasure, as though they were erogenous zones in their own right, and the very fact that he had something to flex at all made him ecstatic. Just as Bison Soul suggested, all thought regarding the process fled Cliffy's mind, and he just grinned happily, which was mirrored by the mares at his sides.

"That, and more, big guy~" Coral giggled as she eased him into the seat of a bench press. Satin finished setting up the weights, while Coral gently pushed Cliffy onto his back and guided his hands onto the bar. She then climbed over him, straddling his firmly toned, bare belly, the muscles shaking slightly as he felt her lovely thighs rub into it. She leaned over him, hands caressing his firm muscles and making him give another moan of pleasure. While the mare blocked Cliffy's view of it, he could feel Satin kneeling between his legs, her hands reaching in to pull the remains of his underwear out of the way. She then gently spread his legs, exposing his twitching, hard shaft. With a delighted coo, she wrapped her hands around it and began to stroke slowly, while Coral caressed Cliffy's face and leaned in to trail kisses along his chest.

"Push!" Bison commanded. His voice was a bit more firm, though only enough to help him regain focus. It echoed deep in Cliffy's head, and he could have sworn he heard some kind of whispering in the background. But It did not matter. He was still brimming with energy, and he had two hot mares working on him. "You're well on your way to becoming a giant. Don't quit on me now!"

"Hmmmf!" Like hell he would quit after having come so far. It was a bit difficult to gather his strength, as the girls' constant teasing and caressing made it hard to even breathe between moans, but now he used it as a source of motivation. Gritting his teeth, he pushed against the bar and easily lifted up the weights over his chest, swiftly doing rep after rep like it was nothing. His cheeks burned, and his hips jerked a few times, shaft twitching and throbbing as Satin gave it a firm squeeze, making a bit of pre leak from the tip. "Hnnngh!"

With each rep, he felt better and better, and not just through the satisfaction of being able to lift so well. A surge of pleasure rushed through him, flowing down his spine to accumulate in his crotch, which then sent back unadulterated pleasure right into his brain. "O-Ohhh ffff--Mnngh!" While he could just barely feel it through the sensations – and not see it at all – his painfully erect cock had reached its full size long ago, yet when Satin leaned in, pressing her tongue against his tip and circling it around the head, the shaft began to swell beyond its normal limits between her stroking fingers. One hand slipped down and cupped his balls, firmly kneading them and slowly making them grow as well. The process set off mind-numbing waves of pleasure, making Cliffy's eyes cross briefly at one point, and he let out an almost guttural groan.

As if responding to his 'call', Coral leaned over him, her delectable breasts squishing into his rock-hard chest, and she kissed him on the lips deeply, swallowing his hot breath and letting him taste hers, while her tongue slipped in to wrestle with his own. The intensity of it felt like an exercise of its own, one which Cliffy was eager to participate in. Before he could get fully absorbed in it, however, he felt her hands caress his face, keeping it tilted backward. Overhead, Cliffy spotted another screen on the ceiling, pointing right at him. If its presence alone was puzzling, the images it showed were even more odd, though not unwelcome. 

He saw a buff stallion being tended to by mares, just like he was. He could not make out the face, but it was rather familiar. Was it him? The voices in his ears – which he could always hear but never bring into focus – certainly seemed to claim as much. They told him of wonderful things he could and would be, the words echoing deep in his head, helping him clear out all the clutter. Mares are the most precious thing you have in this world. Be sure to treat them right. Give them what they need. Let them do what they do best. Cute little bimbos, they need big hunks like you to depend on, and they will make you feel good...

The stallion on screen arched his back, moaning as one of the mares engulfed his shaft. At the same moment, Cliffy felt Satin wrap her lips around his own cock, making him echo his 'reflection' above. "Mmmmgh!" He writhed and squirmed underneath the girls' handiwork, and soon enough his hips began to rock back and forth, pumping his shaft into Satin's mouth, while he hungrily made out with her friend. Immense power filled every inch of his being, and he felt an immense urge to show it off, perhaps by lifting both mares and giving them some 'exercise' of his own. But at this moment, he was all but tied to the bench by their efforts, riding the mind-numbing pleasure as his arousal skyrocketed.

Despite the impressive size it was gaining, his cock did not seem to be much of a challenge for Satin, who kept leaning deeper until it pushed into her throat. She moaned, her tight orifice vibrating around it, making Cliffy squirt more pre straight down her throat. Meanwhile, Coral kept happily making out with him, her tongue all but wrapping around his, while her curvy body rubbed into his firm figure. Testosterone flooded his body, while the voices purred into his mind, further filling him with the sense of being a symbol of male perfection. A god that will make all before him bow to his might... and all the females would bend over.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful ascension, Cliffy managed to hit the peak when Satin dove in to engulf his shaft fully. He quickly set the bar back down, though his hands kept gripping it tightly, and he arched his back, letting out a low roar as his cock convulsed in the mare's throat. She moaned in response and pulled back slightly, eagerly gulping down the thick ropes of cum that pumped into her mouth. Coral waited a little to allow Cliffy to breathe, but she could not resist tasting his moans again, and she lunged in to kiss him deeply. Despite his strength, the stallion was shaking all over from the exertion, their teasing extending his orgasm so much that it threatened to make him black out.

It took him a minute to calm down and catch his breath. His limbs were still shaking, and even with the boost he got from the 'exercise', he felt quite spent. Thankfully, the trainers were quick to tend to him, giving him the usual massage and drink, except this time they did not even try to be subtle, rubbing themselves against him all over, trailing kisses along his cheeks while their hands kept wandering to his crotch. His shaft twitched in response, still rock hard and tingling, ready for more. Though he could not quite make them out, those odd voices kept whispering in his ears, compelling him to continue the 'training session'.

Cliffy chuckled and gave a pleased sigh, feeling energy flow back into his limbs. When he came in, those mares looked like they could have tossed him across a football field. Now they might as well have been a pair of feathers as he sat up, wrapping an arm around each of their flanks and easily lifting them up, making them giggle and squirm as they braced themselves on him. "Mmmm... so, ladies," he said. "What say we move on to the next... exercise?"

They eagerly nodded, and he stood up from the bench, carrying them gracefully and with barely any effort, his shaft standing proud and twitching in anticipation. The feeling of his massive cock and balls between his legs was ecstatic on its own, and having two such wonderful mares to 'share' it with made it even better. "That's the spirit!" Bison Soul's voice was still in his ears. "Go and do what you do best... Gentle Giant~"

Hearing the trainer call him that made Cliffy's pride swell even more. He quickly set down the mares on a machine each, the first one being a seated shoulder press. Coral giggled as Cliffy lifted her up so he could settle in and place her on his lap, his massive cock resting against her firm belly. She cooed in delight, thighs twitching around his shaft, while Cliffy took her hands and guided them onto the handles. "Mmm..." He smirked at her. "Let's get started, shall we~?"

His hands gently pulled her shorts out of the way, and he chuckled upon seeing her bare slit, with no underwear in sight. She seemed quite eager already, dampness having formed on her crotch, but just to be safe, he pressed his thumb against those eager, puffy lips, making her moan as he trailed it all the way up to her pleasure button. Satin giggled nearby, leaning over so she would not miss a moment of it, but otherwise she patiently waited in her seat for her turn. Cliffy did not intend to keep her waiting, and 'testing the waters' for a few more moments, he grabbed hold of Coral's thighs and pulled her down, his massive cock pushing into her folds. The mare arched her back in response, her whole body tensing up as she moaned, and her arms instinctively pushed against the machine's bars, lifting the weights with little effort.

"O-Ohhh yeah..." Cliffy groaned in pleasure as he bounced the mare on his lap, slowly at first, letting her adjust to his impressive size. His cheeks flushed as he was flooded with pleasure, her moist, tight pussy feeling heavenly around his cock. Coral played along at first, giggling and moaning as she moved up and down, lifting the weights along the way. She even gave his member a good squeeze or two, making him growl lustfully in response. Moments later, he grabbed her hips more firmly and began to thrust up into her folds, going as deep as he could. At the same time, he leaned in, burying his muzzle in her chest so he could lick, suckle, and nibble to his heart's content.

Satin hummed in awe as she watched her partner's expression shift, eyes crossing and jaw dropping while she all but squealed in delight. Within moments, the professional trainer had been reduced to a breathless slut, overwhelmed by the enormous shaft pistoning into her. Satin's thighs clenched each time she heard either of the two express their arousal, and her own hands slipped onto her sensitive bits, which were all desperate for some attention by now.

Cliffy was quick to oblige, his pace getting faster and faster until he let out a wild roar, pushing Coral down on his shaft until he bottomed out. A faint bulge formed on her abdomen, swelling lightly as his cock convulsed among her moist inner walls, pumping her full of his hot seed. Coral slapped a hand over her mouth just in time, muffling her orgasmic screams while she wriggled from her intense climax. By the time she came down, her limbs all but went limp, and she nearly collapsed in Cliffy's lap before he pulled back and helped her settle into the seat. 

Standing up, the 'gentle giant' stretched with a deep, contented sigh, showing off how his cock was still erect and far from done. Saliva pooled in Satin's mouth, and she blinked as Cliffy casually glanced at her, giving a smug grin. Calmly stepping up to the mare, he extended a hand and guided her to her feet, moving her over to the near-catatonic Coral, as if intending to help the other trainer. Cliffy then gently placed his hands on Satin's shoulders and moved her over her colleague, bending her over as he lined up his shaft between her thighs. "O-Ohhh~" Satin and Coral grasped each others' hands, as if holding on for dear life, giggling and groaning as one while their bodies rubbed together. 

Moments later, Cliffy pressed his tip against the mare's slit, already wet and throbbing, and he thrust in, making Satin cry out and squeeze into the other mare, her insides clenching around his massive member. His hands trailed down her back and grabbed her hips, giving him good leverage to thrust even deeper. Smirking, he even decided to give a few light smacks as well, just to hear her moan and squeal even louder. Even through the lewd noises around him, he could still faintly hear the voices in his ears. They made him feel something phenomenally thrilling about seeing the two mares this way, overwhelmed by his masculine might and forgetting any of their pride and dignity to become a pair of breathless sluts.

He chuckled as he saw Coral reach up to cup Satin's cheeks, pulling her in for a deep kiss to swallow her hot breath, as if hungry for the taste of her exclamations. His arousal surged at the show, and he upped his pace, eager to see the 'peak' of the training. With both trainers already so wound up, it did not take long for Satin to reach her climax. Cliffy himself had plenty of pressure to release as well, and when he felt her inner walls clamp down on his cock, he gave a loud groan and arched his back, pushing his shaft as far as it could go while it filled the mare to the brim with his hot cum.

As his massive release died down, a brief feeling of vertigo and lightheadedness came over him, making him gasp for breath and slowly pull out, stumbling back from the machine to plop down on the nearest seat. Through the daze, he could still hear those voices, now louder than ever, and his eyelids fluttered as he felt their influence pushing as deep as they could go. He could faintly make out the words "Ferrous Flex Fitness" several times, and somehow just hearing it made a grin tug at his lips. 

Bit by bit, his senses came back, and he gasped as he felt feminine hands rubbing his cock and along his muscular frame, helping him relax. Blinking, he looked up to see Coral and Satin smiling down at him as they worked, neither seeming to be impeded by the rutting he gave them, nor the fluids dripping from between their legs. They hummed contentedly as they spread the massage, focusing mainly on his shaft to keep it half-erect, as if to make sure it would keep showing off, just like his new muscles. 

Moments later, the sound of footsteps made all three turn around, watching Heft step back into the room, grinning widely as he saw how Cliffy had 'developed.' "Heh-heh, what did I tell you?" he said. Rather than a condescending tap on the shoulder, he kept his distance this time, giving a respectful nod instead. "Ferrous Flex Fitness makes giants, and you're one of our finest."

He glanced at Coral and Satin, letting out a chuckle. "Glad you enjoyed the 'stretching' session, too~" He winked. "But I'm afraid your regimen is over for today. Girls!"

The duo nodded and got up, scurrying off while using their towels to clean themselves off along the way. Before Cliffy could voice his disapproval, however, they returned swiftly, carrying a fresh set of clothes that they held up for him to see. It was a shirt and a pair of shorts made of form-fitting, elastic fabric that would hug his finely-sculpted body tightly, showing off every bulging muscle, not to mention a very special bulge between his legs. There was even a pair of new sneakers for him to wear, and all the articles of clothing bore the FFF logo, which set off that same, odd delight in Cliffy's head that he felt before, making him grin excitedly.

"Thought you might need some new clothes," Heft said, chuckling again. "Not that a stallion as fine as you should have to hide anything once you go back out there~"

"Hehe, thanks~" Cliffy said. The new Gentle Giant got up from the bench, taking the clothes from the trainers and rewarding them each with a kiss and a firm grope. He slipped the clothes on, the form-hugging fabric barely felt along his skin. If he closed his eyes, it still felt like he was proudly showing off his naked, perfectly-sculpted body. Glancing at the mirror, he tried out a few flexing poses to test how the ensemble held up against his massive figure. The whole time, they clung to his body almost like a fluid, never once seeming to strain from his movements.

Truth be told, this combination was rather far from his preferred clothing style, yet the mere sight of the company logos made him swell with pride and joy. Though the voices were no longer playing in his ears, their influence firmly remained, and he could almost hear their echoes, letting him know about the company's strategy. Rather than waste time and money on billboards and flyers, he would be their advertisement, a proof to all stallions who craved strength that Ferrous Flex Fitness was the answer to their needs.

"Ohhh yeah..." Cliffy said, grinning with delight. "This will do nicely~"

"Don't mention it," Heft replied. "This is a recurring 'problem' with our customers. Those who come in always forget to bring clothes for those who come out, heh-heh. Oh, it's on the house, by the way."

The mares at his sides giggled, and he gave them another teasing grope, making them moan and squirm. "Well done, big boy," Coral purred. She gave him a playful caress of her own, making him grunt, his bulge twitching. "You're truly a mare's dream now~"

Satin reached up to removed the earplugs from his ears, after which she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And all those mares are out there, waiting for you~" she whispered into his ear. It seemed to resonate with his entire being, filling him with the same lust as the rush he got during the video training. Despite the wild ride he gave them, it was clear that the trainers were anything but pushovers.

After the trio cuddled for a few more moments, Heft gave Cliffy a light tap on the shoulder. "Let's head back to reception. Your coupon offers a few more items before you go."

"Oh yeah?" Cliffy sighed, reluctantly releasing the trainers and giving each a deep kiss as a goodbye present. "Mmm... sure thing~" Heft chuckled and gestured for him to follow, and the two massive stallions left the training room, heading back down the hallway that brought them here. Cliffy experienced absolute bliss, the memory of meekly walking down this same passage still fresh in his mind. His new body felt incredible compared to the weakling he was back then, and he could not wait to see how others would react once they saw him.

As they made their way past the various chambers lining the corridor, something in the corner of Cliffy's eye made him pause and turn to look. Heft stopped as well, but oddly enough he never said anything as Cliffy stepped up to the nearby window, peeking into the room curiously. It was a small chamber with a single occupant, a mare sitting on what looked like an exercise machine with a rather complex design. It took a few moments for Cliffy to recognize her, even though all the features were familiar. After all, she was the last pony he expected to find here. "Amethyst Star?" he muttered.

The mare sat in a reclined chair, doing what seemed to be a rather monotonous exercise while she stared at a screen above. Her arms moved back and forth, hands gripping a bar connected to a machine via a cable running through a pulley, letting her lift the weights in it up and down. At first she seemed to be immensely bored with this, but upon looking closer, Cliffy saw that her expression was almost blank, eyes half-lidded and almost unblinking as she gazed at the monitor.

Bit by bit, the stallion made out more interesting details. Amethyst had headphones over her ears, and her clothes were actually the same company outfit as the ones Coral and Satin wore. Odd, as Cliffy was quite sure the mare's ambitions in her life had little to do with physical training. She had mentioned wanting to get into shape a few times, but that was just to balance out days spent hunched over paperwork for all the events she organized. Cliffy doubted she would ever go this far. So why is she--

"Ah, yes," Heft said, stepping beside Cliffy to look through the window. "As you can see, our new trainers get a good workout too before they start the job. Ferrous Flex Fitness needs us all to be at our peak performance."

The moment Heft spoke the company's name, his voice resonated throughout Cliffy's being, and his eyes widened slightly in realization. He then blinked as he saw Amethyst twitch, her legs shuddering and squirming, and he noticed a thin pink cord that was slipped under her shorts, disappearing between her thighs. Within moments, she had to pause, tilting her head back slightly to give a low moan. A small tube came up before her mouth, and she eagerly leaned in to suckle on it, drinking what appeared to be clear water, though it had a familiar glint in the light that Cliffy had seen just recently. 

She was given a few seconds to drink and catch her breath, after which the tube retreated to its slot, and she gripped the bar again to resume the exercise. For a moment, Cliffy could have sworn that with each rep, her muscles became more firm and noticeable. A blissful smile tugged on her lips, making her expression all the more dreamy. Across her widening thighs, the letters "FFF" became more and more prominent, and Cliffy's grin widened to the same pace. Shock had given way to excitement, and he turned to Heavy Heft with a chuckle. "Can't wait to see how well she does in there," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the training room they had left.

Heft smiled back and nodded. "Come back tomorrow. I'm sure she can squeeze in a warm up session just for you~"

Both stallions laughed as they continued down the hallway, their voices alone radiating power, let alone the sight they created. Upon getting back to the reception, they found a pair of scrawny teens lazily fishing out bits from their pockets, clearly doubtful about the gym's promises, while the mare behind the desk patiently held out their registration cards. All three turned to look at the approaching giants, the colts' jaws dropping in awe, and they even seemed to curl up slightly, making Cliffy struggle to hold back his laughter.

"Oh my~" The receptionist whistled and turned back to her customers. "Well, as you can see, gentlemen... this is what FFF can do for you~" She gestured to Cliffy and gave him a wink, to which he grinned and made a show of stretching, pretending to just ease a bit of tension in his limbs, while the motions put his rock-hard muscles on full display.

The colts looked at each other, and after a brief period of shock, they immediately began filling out the papers placed in front of them. Meanwhile, the receptionist turned to Cliffy with a smile. "Ah, I see you're done for the day. One moment..." She tapped a few keys, and the printer next to her whirred for several seconds, after which she reached into it to retrieve two handfuls of colorful paper. One was blue, featuring the familiar company logo, while the other was a glaring pink and had a much different theme.

"These are additional coupons for FFF, tied to your name," she said about the first bundle. "Feel free to hand them out to anypony who is curious, and you will earn a 50% discount for each new customer~" 

"Oh? Excellent~" Cliffy said as he took the coupons. A deeper sense of pride welled up inside him, along with a desire to repay the company's kindness. In fact, it felt like an outright duty of his to go out there, helping draw as many ponies to Ferrous Flex Fitness so they could become as majestic as he was. The whispering echoed in his ears, and he smiled when his compliant thoughts gave him a reward of joy.

"And these are for our parent company," the receptionist went on, handing over the pink coupons. Cliffy glanced down at the writing and made out the words 'Pink Paradise' in curly, glittery letters. "If you encounter any mares who are, shall we say, lacking..." The mare behind the desk chuckled. "Just give them one of these and persuade them to pay a visit~"

"Mmm, I see~" Cliffy's bulge twitched in his pants, the words yet again filling his head with ideas that seemed to come out of nowhere, yet they all felt right and impossible to argue with. The receptionist winked and turned back to the colts, who shakily handed over their cards. Cliffy smirked and reached out to pat them both on the back, making them grunt and brace themselves on the desk. "Keep your chin up, boys. You're in for one wild ride~"

With that, he turned to head for the exit, eager to reveal the new Cliffy to the rest of the world. And, in particular, to a very special mare of his.





Though he tried to be as gentle as he could, the entire frame rattled as his fist rapped on the door a few times. Cliffy held his breath, already smiling as he heard the footsteps beyond the door. It swung open to reveal Rosey Thorn, staring in confusion at first, as though she were looking at a complete stranger. "Can I help y--" Her words trailed off, and her eyes widened, her palm slapping over her mouth to muffle a gasp. "C-Cliffy? Is that... you?"

"The one and only, babe~" Cliffy replied, casually stepping forward to embrace the mare. She shuddered all over, her knees turning to jelly almost instantly, and she could only whimper while desperately holding on to keep herself upright. The stallion chuckled and helped her stand, leaning in to nuzzle her and give a quick peck on her nose.

"O-Oh my gosh..." she blurted out. "You're... absolutely amazing. How did they... you... my goodness..." Her fantasy was coming true right before her eyes, exceeding all expectations, and now the only loose end was herself. Countless times she had imagined this scene, acting all sassy and playful, teasing her dream stallion in various slutty ways to give him a good time. Now here she was, barely able to form words, while her coltfriend just chuckled and gave her a gentle squeeze on her rear, nearly making her jump. "Nnngh!"

"Heh-heh, excited to see me, huh~?" Cliffy himself could not be happier. Though Rosey was always delighted to see him, he could not forget all those recent weeks where, beneath the smiles and lovey-dovey talk, the mare was clearly in need of something that he could not provide. Now, that need was apparently more than satisfied, letting him see Rosey happier than ever before.

"Ohh yes!" She finally regained enough of her composure to pull back from the embrace and stand on her feet. Her cheeks were bright red as she had felt Cliffy's mighty bulge against her belly, and one glance at his crotch made her thighs quiver in response.

"Mmm... then I better not disappoint~" Cliffy wrapped his arms around Rosey, making her yelp as he effortlessly picked her up and carried her over to their bedroom. She was trembling all over with excitement, thrilled by the power he felt in Cliffy's limbs, and she could not wait to see how well the rest of him performed. He was quick to deliver, pushing her onto her back and leaning in to start kissing her deeply, while his strong hands gently pulled her pants down. Her legs squirmed in excitement, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his massive shaft slip in between her thighs. She was wet by the time his tip rubbed against her slit, and her whole body tensed up as he pushed in, pleasure flooding her entire being. 

The next few hours were the most intense experience Rosey had ever had in her life. Cliffy was an absolute beast, yet a gentle soul at the same time, managing to hold her in all sorts of lewd poses while rutting her non-stop. She bounced on his lap or leaned against the wall, Cliffy holding her weight while she just focused on opening herself up as much as she could. At one point, he even picked her up and stood up from the bed, holding her upside down, pressed against his torso, her head between his thighs while he leaned in to nuzzle her crotch. She gasped, letting him slip his cock in her mouth while he ate her out.

Finally, they came to a halt and plopped back down on the bed. Cliffy giving a satisfied groan as he leaned back, having barely worked up a sweat. Next to him, Rosey was a panting, squirming mess, limbs shaking from exhaustion, not to mention the afterglow. The bulky stallion glanced over with a smile, reaching out to caress her cheek. Rosey blushed and hummed contentedly in response, slowly cuddling up to him.

"Mmm..." Cliffy felt warm all over, the intense pleasure now being replaced by the heat of their love. It was everything a stallion could ask for: a fit, perfect body, and the perfect mare to be at his side. Still, it was his turn to feel that something was missing. Rosey was a splendid mare, but could it be that now he was too much for her? The way she reacted certainly implied as much. Cliffy closed his eyes, once again hearing faint echoes of the voices during the training session.

Is that a good idea? I don't think she really needs it... I mean... He frowned a little, as he felt like he was thinking too hard about this. His hands rubbed along her body, exploring her chest, her waist, her hips, her rear, and even her thighs, making her give a low groan and squirm in response. Her voice was music to his ears, yet his hands remained restless, seeking non-stop and never finding anything that would fully satisfy. No matter how delectable she was, everything felt small and fragile, in risk of coming to harm if he ever went all out. There was not much point to 'bulking up' if he would always have to hold back.

Sighing, he turned his head and glanced at his shorts on the nightstand beside the bed, the corner of a pink piece of paper sticking out from one of his pockets. Well, I went through with the gym, didn't I? I'm sure she'd understand. A wide grin tugged on his lips the more he thought about it. I bet they could make her just as happy as I am now. Then she could handle me like a real pro.

With a contented hum, he wrapped his arm around Rosey and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Say Rosey..."

"Hmm?" Rosey fidgeted a little, giggling as she rubbed against him.

"I know a place we could visit tomorrow."

"Oh?" She turned around to peck his lips. "Mmm... what kind of place?"

Cliffy met her eyes and grinned. "A very special salon, from what I heard. Just a little makeover. I'm sure you'll love it~"
> A Grand Performance
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Andante Legato was not a happy stallion. He never smiled much to begin with, but discipline had to be maintained. Besides, underneath the grumpy exterior, he could feel genuine joy if things went smoothly enough. Today, however, was not one of those days. He paced back and forth and grumbled to himself, the baton nearly snapping in his hand as he gripped it tightly. The front row of the orchestra dared not to even look at him, and they simply tried to curl up as tightly as they could while shrinking toward the ground. Those further in the back were no less intimidated, but they at least had the mercy of not hearing the verbal abuse.

Andante was a terrific conductor, and pretty much the backbone of the orchestra. Without him, everything would turn into chaos, not just during the actual performances, but pretty much in every living moment of the group. He was the mortar keeping all the loose rocks and pebbles together, forming a solid wall of sound. This commanded tremendous respect, even in the face of his strict demeanor, and being scolded by him made everypony under his charge feel deeply ashamed. And, of course, rather annoyed at whoever managed to tick him off.

This is why those who could risk looking away all had their attention turned to the door, or to the empty chair near the front of the orchestra. A polished, immaculate, tremendously expensive cello lay next to it, 'Octavia Melody' carved into a small nook on its side in curly letters. If Andante was the backbone, and the other musicians were the lungs, then she was the vocal chords of the orchestra. It was indeed an odd setup where a bass instrument was the "star of the show", but Octavia had surprised audiences, and even fellow musicians, time and again with what kind of sounds she could produce. And that had not changed, except—

"Hiiii!" All heads turned to see the doors to the rehearsal chamber swing open, making way for the star musician. "Sorry I'm late. I got, like, caught up in a few big things."

She giggled at the stunned looks of her fellow musicians and approached the front row, the click-clack of her sky-high heels echoing loudly in the dead silence. She licked her plump lips, making the purple gloss look even more wet, not to mention there were some telltale white droplets still staining her cheeks. Her breasts and rear jiggled with every step constrained only by her purple dress stretched tightly over her curves, though it may as well have been just a glorified apron. It just barely cupped the bottom half of her enormous breasts, holding them up to make them stand out even more, then wrapped around her incredibly tight waist and loosely hung from her hips, splitting apart both at the front and back. If she stood perfectly still, the fabric would actually conceal her lower half, but with her hip-swaying gait, everypony got a good view of her thighs, her plush rear, and they all learned what the color of her underwear was that day.

She waltzed past the horns section, occasionally glancing to the side, fluttering her long eyelashes and giving a melting stare at anypony she found cute that day. One stallion dropped his tuba and gulped, picking it back up with shaking hands, no longer seeming able to sit still. A couple mares next to him gave him an angry glare, then shook their heads at the busty cellist, mumbling under their breaths. Octavia reached the string section next, waving at a young colt who nearly fell off his seat as he waved back, turning bright red. She blew a kiss his way, the smack of her big dickpillows audible across the chamber, and even the stallions next to her target started fidgeting with their pants. One mare stood up, angrily clutching her bow like a sword as she glared at Octavia, but the mare just giggled and moved on.

She approached her cello on the stand, Andante standing beside it, tapping his hoof impatiently. She responded with an innocent, airheaded pout and picked up her instrument wrapping her body around it as though it were a lover, her generous curves squeezing into the firm wood. She sighed contentedly, nestling the neck of the cello against her breasts, almost letting them embrace it fully. She even swayed a little back and forth, as if humping the instrument, letting out a few low moans of pleasure. Finally, she turned to look at the conductor, now with a light blush on her cheeks, and smiled widely. 

"Ready to begin, Andy~" she purred. Behind her came the squeaking of chairs on the hardwood floor, as several of the musicians seemed in need of sitting closer. Mostly the stallions, but even a couple of mares. Andante gave them a brief, furious glance, and all motion stopped.

"Miss Octavia, this behavior is unacceptable," he said. "You are late, again. And your behavior is detrimental to the performance of the others. I demand all musicians to show discipline, and yet you..."

She stared at him as he went on and on, slightly tilting her head to the side. The words clearly just went in through one ear and out the other, either because she was not interested, or she could not understand it. No music quickly made her bored, however, so she entertained herself by "hugging" her cello some more, nuzzling the neck while grinding her lower half against its curves. Even Andante stuttered a bit as he watched her massive mounds engulf the neck and start moving up and down, while her purple lips suckled on the pegs. Her hands slipped along the instrument's body, her long, purple nails playfully plucking the strings a few times.

Andante huffed and shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "This will not do, Miss Octavia," he said. "See me in my office after rehearsal."

The mare just giggled and nodded, clearly not fazed by how frustrated her boss looked. The other musicians behind her managed to tear their eyes away and looked at each other in shock. Octavia had tested the limits of Andante's patience before, but never enough to be called to his office, which everypony knew was a sign of the end. They assumed she was just far too important for the sound of the orchestra, so he would have to put up with it. But now it seemed he would no longer tolerate this behavior. Some of the mares actually smiled, while the stallions deflated, sluggishly preparing their instruments. Octavia herself seemed blissfully unaware of their reactions, as all the attention she got was pleasant enough.

Andante tapped the top of his sheet stand, then held up the baton, and with the first swing, the horns section blared to life, playing the opening notes of the symphony they planned for their next performance. Thankfully, even with the disturbances caused by their star attraction, the musicians were seasoned enough to play without slipping up, and Andante Legato's legendary skill only made their sound even tighter and more powerful. For a moment, everyone became lost in the flow of the melodies, forgetting about the frustrations plaguing the orchestra lately.

But this period of tranquility was not to last. Octavia herself had not even played a note, as she still waited for her special cue. Until then, she kept cuddling with her instrument, swaying her hips from side to side and making her butt jiggle. Occasionally, she would cast a glance over her shoulder, smiling at whoever her eyes landed on. Finally, Andante turned his icy gaze on her and gestured with his hand, to which the mare nodded, licking her puffy lips as she touched the bow against the strings. Behind her, the orchestra lowered its volume, paving the way for her part in the harmony.

The busty bimbo gently dragged the bow over the strings, and the very first low tone rang out, instantly changing the atmosphere in the chamber. Everyone tensed up briefly as the air itself seemed to warm up a little, and the vibrations became tangible, making their bodies tingle all over. Ears flicked, legs quivered, and few could remain still in their seats as Octavia began playing in earnest, the rising melody and accelerating rhythm intensifying the effect. As she let loose her performance, she became more animated as well, gently rocking back and forth, tilting her head and gasping for air, while her lower half would squeeze against the smooth wood.

Within minutes, hardly any stallion did not sport flushed cheeks, nor fidgeted constantly in their seat, sweating profusely as they could not take their eyes off the busty cello player. The mares, too, seemed short of breath, squirming as the air felt like it spawned hands to caress them all over. Even Andante himself had trouble keeping up his rock-solid facade, and more than once he narrowed his eyes at Octavia as he struggled to keep the piece under control.

Not that the musicians were making any mistakes. In fact, their experience and Andante's firm hand let them keep going, almost to a fault, the entire harmony following where the cellist led them. What had been tight, conservative playing before now shifted in its tone, feeling much warmer and fluctuating to an imaginary rhythm, beyond that which the composer intended. If one looked close enough, they could see that it matched the swaying, humping motion Octavia made while playing, and many of her fellow musicians found themselves moving the same way, rocking back and forth in their seats, nudging their hips left and right.

Words failed to describe what was happening. Octavia's playing was orgasmic, in so many senses of the word. She herself looked ready to burst from the way she felt, even letting out a low moan and grinding into her cello more firmly. Some of the musicians closest to her picked up on a faint, sweet scent, and a bit of fluid glistened in the overhead lights along the mare's inner thighs. Finally, they reached the crescendo, many of the stallions now struggling to not fall over, and the piece came to an end, the final notes like the cries of someone reaching the peak.

Octavia gave a delighted coo, followed by another giggle as she looked at Andante. The conductor was panting, sweat trickling from his forehead, and he had to lean against his sheet stand for a moment. "That was... well done, everyone," he blurted out between gasps, earning looks of shock from all around. Andante Legato praising  a performance? What was the world coming to? "Now... let's... hmph..." He tried to find the next page, but his hands were shaking and just clumsily nudged the sheets around. "Take a short break. Yes. Five minutes, perhaps ten. Octavia!" He looked up at her, the musicians nearby recoiling as they were caught in the wake of his furious glare. "My office. Now."

"Okay~" she chirped. The loud clacking of her heels joined the more subtle hammering of his expensive shoes as they left the stage, heading for the back doors that led to the offices. All eyes were on them, Octavia in particular, many of the stallion looking on in despair, while some mares could not help but chuckle that the big bimbo was finally getting what was coming to her.

But Octavia did not pay this any mind. Her eyes were on Andante the whole time, and she could barely hold back her giddiness, particularly when she noticed that he had a bit of trouble walking straight. To the stallion's credit, he managed to keep his composure quite well, as the rest of the orchestra looked like they might collapse right off their chairs. The two arrived at Andante's office, with the conductor opening the door for her, frowning as he watched her jiggle her way inside. He shook his head, remembering the last time the mare had been here, looking so sharp and determined, arguing with him over the pieces they should choose for their next performance. Now she looked like she had a head full of helium, if only to balance all the other "balloons" attached to her body. He sighed and shut the door, walking past the dark-haired bimbo to plop down in his chair behind his desk.

Octavia cooed as she looked around, her lips forming a big, slutty O in awe from the countless trophies and certificates lining the walls of Andante's office. She smiled and clapped her hands, giving a little squee as she looked back at the conductor. "Wow, Andy, I never knew you had so many, uh... shinies!"

"Andante," he corrected her and sighed again. "And yes... they are my life's work." Instead of the same frustration welling up inside him, he felt a bit awkward from making his response so harsh. He realized that this was the first time she ever took notice of his achievements, even if in such a vapid manner. Respect, that was a thing musicians once knew. He shifted in his seat, finding it impossible to settle into a comfortable spot. "Now, Octavia, I need you to—"

He was cut off when he looked up at her again, realizing that he had somehow phased out, and the busty cellist was now standing right in front of his desk. She still wore that big, vapid smile, but now there was more to her expression than just innocent, airheaded bliss. Her big, purple eyes stared at him with tangible intensity, making him gulp and unconsciously start to curl up in his seat. Her smile widened in response, and she leaned over his desk, letting him stare into the abyss of her cleavage, her massive bust looking like it could easily crush the sturdy oak if she were to lie on it.

"—focus," he finished with an awkward cough.

"Mmhmm?" 

Octavia fluttered her eyelashes and leaned a bit closer. Andante was forced to lean further back, and even as he spoke to her, he could not take his eyes off the bimbo's breasts gently jiggling before him. "I've... led this orchestra for twenty years and seen many musicians come and go," he went on. His hands fidgeted on the armrests of his chair, tingling with the urge to reach out and get just a brief sample. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, calling on every bit of self-discipline he had left. "So I'm sure you understand that I cannot a—"

He heard a faint creak from the desk, as well as the rustling of some of the papers on top. Moments later, his eyes popped wide as he felt a hand gently wrap around his crotch, the nimble fingers expertly seeking out and cradling the rock-hard bulge that had formed there. Whatever else he tried to say, it only came out as an incoherent groan as he squirmed in his seat, overwhelmed by the feeling of her kneading his package, the long and hard fingernails playfully tickling and squeezing the tip. He arched his back, nearly lifting off the chair, hands gripping the edge of his desk for dear life.

"Ohh?" The ditzy mare continued to just reply with curious and innocent coos, though at this point Andante could not tell if she was not just toying with him. The hungry look in her eyes certainly implied the latter as she ogled his package, which throbbed and strained against the tight fabric of his pants. He followed her gaze, noticing how in the time he had closed his eyes, she had gently settled across his desk, giving her the right angle and reach to claim her prize. 

Her other hand joined in, prying open Andante's pants, while he could only mumble incoherent protests. They soon turned into a low groan as his cock finally popped free, the air feeling ice cold against the immense heat built up in his crotch. Thankfully, her hands were quick to offer a remedy, wrapping around his erection and stroking it slowly but firmly, thumbs kneading the tip. Andante briefly revealed his soprano skills in response, moaning as the stimulation made a wad of pre squirt from his shaft.

"O-Ohh my gosh... Oct-tavia, you—Ahh!"

The bimbo cellist just giggled and kept stroking. "Shh~" she cooed. "It's okay, Andy. I know you're, like, really tense and all, but Octi's here to help with that." By that point Andante was reduced to just moaning and blurting out her name every now and then, but she seemed to comprehend that just as well. "Mmm... want to fuck my tits~?"

His jaw dropped, and he managed to regain enough of his wits to stare at her in shock, while she casually climbed off his desk. Her thick thighs swept most of the contents off the edge along the way, but Andante was in no condition to complain anymore. The faintest movement of her hands would make his whole body convulse, another wad of pre coming from the tip. She licked her lips and knelt before him, first leaning in to lap up all the appetizers he gave so far. Her lips and tongue offered a whole new world of pleasure to the conductor, the moist, plump pillows rubbing along his hard length. Meanwhile, his own resolve now turned against him, refusing to let him blow his load straight away. After all, what kind of leader would he be, if he just let his musicians play him like a fiddle?

Octavia was far from discouraged by his tenacity. After getting his shaft thoroughly lubed up with her saliva, she pulled down the top of her low-cut dress, letting her large mounds bounce free. For but a moment, Andante was hit by a surge of frustration, as the star cellist had apparently not even bothered with proper underwear. She truly needed a healthy dose of discipline. But for now, he was left a groaning, wriggling mess in his chair, while the mare cupped her breasts and wrapped them around his throbbing cock. He "sang" again from the first squeeze she gave, the warm pillows giving his stallionhood a heavenly embrace. She then started moving up and down, occasionally licking at his tip as it poked out. 

Andante's world became a hot, frantic haze after that. He was faintly aware of himself giving a loud growl, grabbing Octavia's shoulders and ramming his hips against the underside of her tits with all his might. Their voices rose together, until everything turned white, and the last thing he heard was her giggling and slurping before he fell back into his chair, gasping for breath to avoid blacking out.





The orchestra watched the door leading to the offices with great anticipation. It was past the end of their rehearsal schedule, and everypony had already packed their things, yet none of them had left. After all, Octavia was their star musician, and Andante had just brought himself to fire her. Sure, they might still argue over it, but one could hardly expect Andante to give an inch, nor to allow a debate for so long. Yet it had been thirty minutes, and neither the cellist, nor the conductor had emerged.

Just as the first of the bass section got up and made their way to the exit, the doors finally burst open, and the duo emerged. To everypony's shock, Octavia was giggling as she walked right beside Andante, leaning onto him with an arm wrapped around his shoulder, while his own arm was around her waist, hand resting on her sizable hip. The conductor's expression, too, had changed – still rather strict as he let his gaze wander over the other musicians, but also a lot more relaxed. Most could have even sworn they saw a smile tugging on his lips as he patted Octavia's side and watched her head back to her spot to gather her things. He then cleared his throat and gestured for everyone to have a seat.

"Thank you all for your patience," he said. "Rehearsal is over for today. Well done, all of you." Even his voice was different, only on his best days did he sound so friendly and calm, and those were few and far in between. One could only guess what the two had been doing, as he seemed to take great care not to come back looking ruffled, but the few damp spots left on Octavia's face and chest, shimmering in the stage lights, left little to imagination. "Miss Octavia and I have come to an agreement. She is an... indispensable part of our sound, and she has promised to improve her performance." He gave the bimbo a quick glance, and a rare smirk appeared on his face, if only briefly. "Therefore, we will move past some of the... difficulties of today's rehearsal, and she will be staying with us to make sure our performance is the best in Equestria, as it always has been." 

A murmur spread through the crowd, everyone seeming rather confused, some of them upset, and a select few amused by it all. Andante put up his hands to make them pipe down, but before he could say anything else, a loud stomp cut him off, and everyone turned to look at one of the mares from the horns section leap to her feet, face red with anger.

"Is this a joke?" She shouted. "Andante, I've put up with just about enough!" Her eyes were like daggers as she looked at Octavia, who simply giggled and waved back at her. "You're going to let that... that... harlot stay here?"

A lanky stallion sitting next to her went pale from the outburst, and he started tugging on the side of her dress. "Medley, please, you're—"

"Shut up!" Medley pulled away and turned her gaze to Andante, who himself seemed dumbstruck by her reaction. "I didn't go to the academy for this! To play with scandalous mares who can just flirt their way into success!"

A few gasps and awkward chuckles could be heard from the others, but everyone else just stayed silent, nervously anticipating the response from Andante. Medley clearly said what everypony was thinking, but only she seemed to get upset enough over it. Seeing that there was no unanimous support, she shook her head and stormed out. Her fellow musicians called after her, but she ignored them, and the doors slammed shut in her wake.

Andante finally broke out of his trance and huffed, making his way toward the exit, only to pause along the way when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes widened as he turned to see Octavia standing right beside him. Subtlety went out the window as she pressed her curvy body against his own, her other hand coming up to caress his cheek.

"Don't worry, Andy. I'll take care of it." She giggled, and a chill went down everypony's back as, for once, bimbo cellist's tone did not sound vapid, but instead devilishly playful. "She looked really bitchy, but I think I can talk her into cumming back."

Andante's mouth opened, but Octavia reached up to silence him with a finger, then topped it off with a quick peck on his lips, making the stallion visibly tense up. A sharp clattering and rustling of pages rang out nearby as one of the violinists knocked over their stand in shock. The busty bimbo just giggled and waved everyone goodbye, sauntering toward the exit with her slutty grace, all eyes captivated by her jiggling curves until they finally disappeared out the door.





Medley's heels clacked sharply on the sidewalk, both from the weight of the instrument on her back, as well as the frustration she channeled into her gait. Bystanders parted before her from several paces away, wincing at her fiery expression, and her fists clenched as she resisted the urge to just vent at one of them.

"Medleeeey~"

"Go away," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Just go away, you—"

"Medley, wait uuuup~"

That tone, it was worse than just hearing hot air leaking from those balloons on her chest. Octavia was teasing her.

"What?" she yelled. "Can't you take a hint? I'm. Going. Home." Her outburst actually brought the busty mare to a halt, wobbling a bit on her heels from the sudden deceleration. Her expression, however, refused to give up the vapid grin and fluttering eyelashes. Oh well, Medley would take whatever small victories she could.

"Aww... why'd you have to, like, get all bitchy?"

"Get lost, Octavia." Medley's hands shook, fingers gripping the handle of her case tightly. "I'm not in the mood."

"Come ooon~" The bimbo casually closed the distance. "What's the matter? Ponies won't like you if you're bitchy, you know. Especially guys~"

"Look, just... just give it a rest, okay? I'm fine. I just..." Looking into those big, purple eyes, she just could not bring herself to be angry when Octavia radiated pure compassion – or complete lack of coherent thought, for all Medley knew. Either way, she was getting sick of having to be angry about it, and there was clearly nothing to gain. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? This is just a lot to take in, I'm sure you understand.

Octavia nodded, eyelids fluttering, and she gave a compassionate giggle and pat on Medley's shoulder. It was far from reassuring, as she looked and sounded just as vapid as before. Still, it felt better than the looks of shock she got when she stormed off from rehearsal.

"Uh... want to have a coffee?" Medley offered. "My treat." Octavia just nodded again without hesitation, and Medley sighed, rolling her eyes and managing to crack a smile as she led the bimbo away. She still had to deal with all the stares from bystanders, a fair share of both offended and delighted, but it felt good to be free of all the pity from seeing her angry. Instead, a small part of her actually tried to bask in it, imagining that, instead of the "tits on heels" sauntering next to her, all those hungry eyes were for her, as were all the angry looks – all those ponies just being "bitchy", as Octavia might put it.

They arrived at a small corner cafe, settling in around a small table outside. Medley tore her gaze away from Octavia's bouncing breasts as the mare plopped down into her seat, and she quickly went inside and ordered a pair of espressos. No way would she risk letting the bimbo figure out her order, Medley still had things to do today.

"Again, I'm sorry I ran off like that," Medley said after she returned. She stared into her cup, stirring the contents back and forth idly. "I just couldn't deal with it. I mean, my whole life has been building up to this. All that practicing, extra tutoring that cost a fortune, all the auditions it took to get here... and then I see, well, you. In that." 

She pointed to Octavia's clothing – or rather, the near complete lack of it. The bimbo, who until now had just been staring at Medley with a wide smile, blinked and gave a little squee. "Oh, you like it?" she said. "Thanks! I know just the place if you want one. I bet you'd look so cute in it, and like—"

"No, no, you don't... ugh!" Medley rubbed her eyes and shook her head. "Look, I'm trying to make a point here. What's the point of talent when all you do is sway through looks? I dreamed of playing in this orchestra for so long. Now my legacy will be me throwing a fit around the star musician. And all because you—"

She trailed off, a warm sensation embracing her hand, and she looked down to see Octavia having reached across the table to wrap her fingers around Medley's own. "It's okay, Medley," the cellist said. Medley looked up, words failing to come out as she became lost in those purple pools staring back at her. "You're a lovely mare, and I love playing with you. Just think about that, and don't let anything else get to you~" 

She gently squeezed and caressed Medley's hand, her skilled fingers sending pleasant tingles through the mare's arm. Medley could feel those long, smooth nails gently skating along her skin, like little quills scribbling sweet nothings right into her thoughts. "It's okay to be, like, bitchy every now and then," Octavia went on.  "Everyone needs to blow off steam. Just never let it get you down." She let out a small giggle. "Unless it's on your knees~"

"Uhh..." Medley blinked, her jaw nearly dropping. It was as if they had switched roles, with Octavia speaking sense in an earnest tone, while her companion could only stare and mumble, her thoughts struggling to catch up with her emotions. She frowned at Octavia's teasing, and yet her cheeks felt warm, making her quickly lift her cup to take a sip in an attempt to hide it. 

By the time she set it down, her other hand was returning the squeezes from Octavia's own. It felt so dumb, so annoying, so wrong, yet she welcomed the joyful vibe. Her head tilted to the side, eyes still lost in the bimbo's own. Somehow, under all that makeup and sex doll proportions, she could see the professional musician and friend staring back at her, sharing earnest thoughts. Those warm fingers, tipped with those slutty nails, kept her own modest digits in a tight, yet loving embrace, teasing her every now and then with a tickle or rub, each one seeming to travel right up her arm and into her brain.

Finally, Medley looked away and let out a genuine, heartfelt laugh. "Oh... oh goodness, Octavia..." She relaxed in her seat, only now realizing how tense she was the whole time. "What has become of you?" She smiled at her friend, her thumb idly circling on Octavia's hand, which still held onto her own. "Thank you. Really. I'm glad you're here for me."

For once, the bimbo did not break the spell either, her big lips merely curling into a gentle smile. "Aww, I'm just happy you're happy, dear~"

Medley took a sip from her coffee, savoring the creaminess and the pleasant warmth. Her hand kept idly caressing and clinging to Octavia's own. It was such a relief, being able to focus on the nice things in life. She prattled with her companion for a while, her barely able to get a word in between Octavia's bimbo-babbling, but Medley did not mind any more. If anything, after so many rehearsals with Andante yelling their heads off, Medley welcomed this "new tone".

What she planned to be a few minutes became a whole hour, and Medley only looked up once she noticed how low the sun was over the horizon. "Omigosh!" She nearly jumped up, finally letting go of Octavia's hand, which elicited a plump-lipped pout from the mare. "I'm so sorry, Octavia, but I really have to go home now."

"Oh?" The bimbo blinked, and her cheerful smile return. "That's okay~"

Medley paused at that, but she had no time to ponder it. Octavia was a nice girl, even if she had made some... interesting choices lately. Surely she understood when a friend was in a hurry. Medley quickly went inside to pay, and after one last wave to the busty cellist, she took off as fast as her legs could carry her. With the heavy case on her back, it was a modest speed, not to mention quite noisy. Even so, she could have sworn she heard a sharp clacking on the pavement behind her. It was distant, yet steady, and never quite went away. When she turned a corner, she took a quick peek and saw Octavia sauntering in her direction, wearing that same, blissful smile.

Medley shook her head and kept going. She probably lives somewhere nearby and decided to walk, she figured. Her apartment complex was in sight, and she cursed, noticing that she had left her bedroom window open again. No matter! Her very bones tingled in anticipation as she thought of jumping straight into a hot shower, washing away every moment of this dreadful day. She reached the lobby and made her way up the stairs, wincing as her stomach gave a loud grumble. She would raid her fridge, dig into a sweet salad, then find some fresh clothes. 

If fortune favored her tonight, she would make it back downtown just in time. The play had been hyped for week, and she would not miss it for the world. "A Grand Bother Over So Little", an apt title, given today's events. She would show up looking her absolute best, stunning all others. Maybe she would get to sit next to a proper pony. She would politely introduce herself, discover what lovely chemistry they have, and...

"Uh..." Medley stood before her front door, fumbling with the side pocket of her case as she looked for her keys. Just as she got them out, she heard the familiar squeak of the doors in the apartment lobby swinging open. The sharp click-clack of those heels returned, echoing in the stairwell. Medley caught herself, chuckling as she put the key in the lock and turned it. "Get a hold of yourself, silly filly," she muttered. "Are you going to get spooked every time you hear a—"

The stairwell door opened, and Medley spotted a set of long, purple nails just around its edge, the mere sight making her hand and arm tingle. A pair of large, grey mounds emerged next, clad in a skimpy purple dress, making their presence known well before the head of their owner came into view. The bimbo's eyes widened, and she let out a small coo as she spotted the stunned musician outside her home.

"Oc...tavia?" Medley said, turning around to face the mare. There was a long, awkward pause with the two just staring at each other. Octavia smiled at Medley, one of her hands idly rubbing her chest. Medley gulped, struggling to tear her gaze away from those bouncing, jiggling orbs. "Hey, uh... hi? Heh-heh, look... thanks for accompanying me, but... I've got to, you know, go inside now?"

"Mmhmm~" Octavia nodded. Medley found herself lost in those big purple eyes again, that silky voice tickling her ears. For a moment, she thought she was falling, as the visage filled her vision more and more, until she finally realized the bimbo had come closer.

"Octavia?" She took a step back, nearly jumping in place when she felt her back press against the door, leaving no more room to retreat. "Hey, what are you up to? I said I—mmph?!" She felt those large breasts squeeze into her chest, easily overwhelming her modest bumps, while a pair of hands trailed up her sides, long nails teasing her skin as they found their way to her cheeks. Her protests were muffled as Octavia's plump lips engulfed her own, her warm tongue thrusting into Medley's mouth, all but devouring her. She shuddered all over, giving muffled squeaks and moans, and her eyes rolled back as she felt a sudden rush of warmth, a sweet flavor overwhelming her taste buds. Her senses seemed to be amplified, the slightest touch from the bimbo cellist setting off fireworks in Medley's head. 

Before she could even think about what was happening, she found herself kissing back, moaning into Octavia's mouth while tasting the mare's warm breaths.  The dazed mare was vaguely aware that they had somehow gotten past the door, stumbling into her apartment while still making out passionately. Their bodies rubbed together, Medley's hands no longer struggling, except to find something on Octavia to latch onto. The busty slut returned the favor, her own hands proving to be far more skilled, easily starting to pry apart Medley's clothes to start teasing the mare's sensitive parts.

By the time they broke the kiss, giving Medley a few much needed gasps of air, they had reached her bedroom. It was a mystery all on its own, since she had never invited Octavia over before, and she certainly was not the one leading their "waltz" in here. She tried to look around, realizing she was on her back, sinking into the mattress from the weight of the mare on top of her. "O-Octavia..." she mumbled. "What... are we do—mmph~"

Her words were held captive by another deep kiss from her bimbo guest, giving Medley a fresh dose of that mind-numbing warmth and sweetness. "Shhh~" Octavia nuzzled Medley's cheek, while her nails teased the mare's bare skin as she stripped away the remnants of her clothes. "Just relax~" Medley felt the sheer mass of those huge hills of flesh coming down upon her chest, which felt laughable in comparison. The thought took root in her head, making her unable to focus on anything but those heavy, soft, warm pillows enveloping her upper body. She found herself fantasizing about having such "weights" of her own, walking around and showing them off proudly, just like the bimbo on top of her did. The filthy mental image made her cheeks burn brightly, and yet just the thought of all the attention she would get gave her more of those pleasant tingles running up and down her whole being.

Octavia quickly leaned in to taste the moans coming up from Medley, her "claws" managing to sneak under her own mounds to tease the mare's nipples, further intensifying the fantasies playing out in her head. The bimbo then snuck one of her hands down, trailing along Medley's belly and circling her navel. The mare arched her back in response, trying to push herself further into the caress, making Octavia let out a giggle as she broke the kiss for a moment.

"You like that, hmm~?" she purred, looking down at her dazed friend. Medley could only groan, looking up with half-lidded eyes. Octavia chuckled and dove in for another kiss. She kept a finger circling on the mare's belly, moving it further down at a tantalizing pace. Her thumb eventually found its way between Medley's thighs, which seemed unable to decide if they should close up or not. One of those smooth, electrifying nails decided for her, rubbing against Medley's nethers, making her give another passionate moan into Octavia's mouth. 

Soon enough, Octavia's whole hand had finished its slow journey down to Medley's most sensitive spot. Her eyes rolled back, pleasure seeming to erupt inside her stronger and stronger as the bimbo's finger prodded deeper. Her own experience playing wind instruments now turned against her, as the few pauses Octavia gave her to breathe were enough to let her keep going, acting as a fountain of heated moans and whines. She had given up on decency long ago, her only coherent words being her friend's name, coming out in a pleading, needy tone. "Octavia! Ahh! T-Tavi! Ohh... ha-ahh! Mmph!" And again, those big lips took her in, as she became the instrument in Octavia's latest "performance".

Fortunately, the bimbo did not keep her on edge for too long. Their lips parted, and she started trailing kisses down along Medley's neck. That heavenly weight and warmth lifted off her chest, making her groan as the cool air slipped in to break the spell. Still, she could almost feel their presence, and she was back to moaning as Octavia's lips and tongue found their way to her nipples. The cellist's expert fingers kept teasing below, one nail delicately toying with her clit, and finally she kissed and nibbled all the way down.

By this point, Medley was all but helpless. Nopony was holding her down, yet she could not move her limbs, even if she wanted to. She remained splayed out on her bed, overwhelmed by the intense heat and tingling coming from all over her body. Whenever she mustered some strength, it instantly evaporated as Octavia's hands or lips found another sensitive spot. She could just barely lift her head to look down, watching those loving eyes stare back at her. A warm breath washed over Medley's exposed crotch, making her whine desperately. The bimbo gave one last giggle, winked, and dove in. 

Medley could feel those plump pillows wrap around her entrance, thoroughly suckling and nibbling her sensitive flesh. Octavia's tongue was next in line, slowly exploring her folds, seeking out every spot that would make her friend squeal. And squeal she did, weakly twisting back and forth, slapping a hand over her mouth to try and control her voice, until she was too far gone to bother. 

Time and again, she could hear the delighted giggles of the bimbo eating her out, no doubt amused by the "show" Medley was putting on. Her whole body felt warm, both from embarrassment and the insane lust. She could feel that tongue going deeper, thrusting back and forth, each "push" getting her closer to the peak. Medley's hands squeezed her own chest, and she thought of those pillows again, that weight and softness under her hands. 

Just as she entertained this fantasy, Octavia's tongue trailed up to Medley's clit, finally pushing her over the edge. She threw her head back, giving a passionate cry until her air ran out, nearly passing out from the intense experience. When she regained her wits, she felt her head resting on something soft and warm. It was a familiar and pleasant sensation, and she could not help herself, moving without even thinking about it. She nuzzled and kissed those pillows, eliciting a moan of pleasure from somewhere far away. A hand caressed her head, pushing it deeper into that softness. Darkness took her, but she knew she would be safe, held in that warm, plush embrace...

The rest of the evening was a blur, with moments of clarity few and far in between. She could hear herself whining, calling out to someone, and they would just gently hush her. A hand would come to rest on her bare chest or slip between her thighs, and she would tense up and moan, slipping back into that pink fog. She could feel wet pillows pecking her cheeks, and she giggled as playful talons tickled her skin. She wrapped her arms around someone, wanting to feel more of that mass against her chest while tasting the warm breaths of her companion.

She complained about her clothes, something in the back of her mind insisting that she should at least put underwear on, but she was hushed by a finger to her lips. Long, smooth nails caressed her cheeks and trailed down her neck, sending tingles up and down her spine. She just kept walking, fantasizing about big curves, what with her half-buried in them already. In the distance, she could see bright pink lights. Were they still headed toward the theater? But she never bought her friend a ticket... Medley giggled as she felt a hand groping her rear, thinking back to her fantasy. This was even better than going alone and hoping for the best. The companion she wished for was right here, ready to spend a lovely night together.

The doors opened, and they stepped into a world of pink shapes and sweet scents. Medley gave a confused hum, as she could not remember this experience being typical in the theater downtown, but a gentle tweak of her nipple made her thoughts escape through her mouth in another moan. She stumbled past large chairs, the calm atmosphere reassuring her that the play had not started yet. Finally, they came to a halt, and her lovely friend helped her into her seat. It was incredibly comfortable, making her want to just melt into the cushions. At the same time, she could no longer embrace her friend, and the need for that pleasant caress flared inside her. She groaned, and her companion was quick to respond, leaning in to give her one last, passionate kiss.

"O-Ohhh..." Medley wheezed quietly, looking up with a dreamy expression. Octavia's loving eyes stared back at her. "Octavia... I... mmm~"

"Relax, Medley~" Octavia purred. Medley could feel something wrap around her wrists. She figured it was her friend holding them, and she was too happy to look away. "Relax. You're going to love this~" At some point, her legs became pinned at the ankles as well, but she was so relaxed that she did not bother to move either way. Something slipped over her ears, and her world became a brighter shade of pink, colors dancing before her eyes. Octavia stepped out of her view, but her hand held onto Medley's own. The mare gave a happy little sigh and smiled, looking ahead at the colors taking shape before her, while the noises in her ears slowly faded into the background.

The performance was about to start.