[Twilight 1]
“No, that’s not it.”
>Twilight groans as she scratches out another line of lyrics.
>Nothing is working for her tonight, as though all the magic in the world wouldn’t be enough to compete with the Sirens.
>Why did it have to be music-based magic?
>Anxiety knots itself in her stomach before she shakes it off and grits her teeth.
>A little more; just a little bit more.
>The answer’s sure to be with in her reach if she just-
>“Hey Twilight.”
>The pony-turned human freezes at the unexpected sound; her eyes wide and mouth hanging ever so slightly open as the pen drops from between her lips and clatters against the counter.
>Gulping, she turns towards the door and sees a rather tired looking Sunset Shimmer smiling at her.
>“You’re up late.”
>The Equestrian visitor nods, tearing her eyes away from Princess Celestia’s former protégé and looking back to the lyrics she’s been struggling with.
“Just, trying to get a grasp on the counter-spell.”
>Sunset approaches the table but Twilight instinctively leans forward over the scratched up paper, offering up a sheepish smile.
>The one-time-pony frowns, but walks past anyway and opens up the refrigerator.
“After all, we only get one shot at this.”
>The red-headed girl’s smile returns as she looks back at her previously pony pal.
>“We really are lucky you’re here.”
>Twilight sighs as Sunset’s nose wrinkles.
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.”
>“Who could possibly need so much whipped cream?”
>Despite the rather somber atmosphere, Twilight bites back a giggle.
>Pinkie Pie is Pinkie Pie, no matter what world.
>The tired transformed teen watches as Sunset roots around in the fridge, saying something about the lyrics, or Twilight’s current predicament and the weight that must be on her shoulders.
>Honestly though, the purple-haired girl would rather talk about anything else but those two topics.
>If anything, a break from them might give her a clue as to what it is that she needs to complete the counter-spell.
>So, she decides to change the focus to Sunset.

>After a quick glance over the reformed rebel, Twilight settles on a new line of conversation and decides to start probing her companion.
“Sunset?”
>The green-eyed girl turns with a grunt of surprise and a sheepish smile; a thick wad of whipped cream resting along the length of her thumb.
>“What’s up Twilight?”
“Have you gotten taller?”
>Sunset’s finger misses her mouth completely, smearing the cream along her lips, around her mouth, and along her cheek as she chokes.
>“Wh-what would make you think that?”
>The girl’s eyes fall to the former bully’s middle, and Sunset feels her own gaze being drawn downward as well.
>They both stare at her exposed navel for a few moments, before the flustered female gives a quiet laugh and waves her hand back and forth.
>“Oh, that? Come on Twilight, it’s, um, totally human fashion now to show off a little skin.”
“Well what about these?”
>Still pressing, Twilight moves closer and tugs on the sleeves of Sunset’s purple top.
“They hardly come halfway down your forearms and they look so snug.”
>Sunset struggles, stammering stupidly as she tries to piece together some line of coherent thought.
>Which gives the purple provoker a chance to get an up close and personal look at the girl’s clothing.
>The sun symbol in the center of her pajama top, reminiscent of Sunset’s cutie mark, seems a little warped over her chest, as the flames on the sides seem longer than the vertical ones.
>Not to mention the small signs of strain surrounding Sunset’s rather impressive bust.
>Twilight brings a hand up to her own breasts, feeling a little self-conscious at their lack of size before reaching out and-
>“T-T-Twilight, d-”
>Sunset whimpers as the other pony-girl gives her breast a second squeeze, but the visiting Princess is far too enamored with her latest observations to notice.
>Through a series of awkward gropes, with hands that seem less inclined to do as she would like than usual, Twilight struggles to palm Sunset’s sweater puppies.

>Granted, her own hands aren’t especially large and perhaps Applejack might have more success, but the truth of the matter would remain the same.
>Sunset is stacked.
>“Twi…”
>The breathless sigh of the other girl’s voice snaps Twilight back to reality.
>Looking up, she sees that Sunset is beyond red-faced, her green eyes averted as she squirms under the Princess’ prolonged touch.
>“Could you, move your hands?”
“Oh, right.”
>Twilight gulps and jerks her hands away, earning a relieved sigh from the redhead.
>There’s a twinge of regret as their rather enjoyable weight disappears, but the memory of their softness remains.
>Of course, with her palms no longer covering Sunset’s chest, Twilight’s treated to a view of two rather stiff indentations in the other girl’s shirt.
>As such, it takes a supreme act of Princessly strength for Twilight to pull her eyes away and stumble back to the countertop.
>Taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Sunset then closes the refrigerator door, visible gooseflesh still running down the length of her bare arms, and around her exposed middle.
>As she washes the sugary mess off her face in the sink, Twilight gulps and decides to press a little more.
“So, when did you notice?”
>“Notice what?”
“Sunset…”
>The redhead sighs, wiping her mouth and looking over her shoulder with a small frown.
>“A few days after the Fall Formal; I just woke up and realized that everything felt odd when I tried to wear it. It’s only gotten worse since.”
>Sunset makes a motion towards her bared middle.
>“As you can probably see, it’s gone from mild discomfort to poorly fitting clothing.”
“And you’ve already gone through the human maturation process?”
>“Puberty?”
>Twilight nods, and Sunset sighs.
>“Yeah, as if you need to remind me of that terrifying time.”
>With a hum and another nod, Twilight turns to a new page, places the pen between her lips and begins writing.
>At once, Sunset scowls and moves over, snatching the writing utensil away, much to Twilight’s irritation.

“Hey!”
>“Hey yourself. Ask all the questions you like, but I’m not going to become some cross-dimensional science project!”
“But don’t you want to know what’s happening to you?”
>The fiery girl’s expression softens as Twilight frowns up at her.
>“Well, of course I do.”
“Then why don’t you let me help you? After all, if this is magical in nature, then there are no two minds better suited in this world to figure it out.”
>After a moment of thought, Sunset nods and hands the pen back to the Princess.
>“Alright, but I don’t think that we’re going to make any headway. I’ve been dealing with this for a while now and I still can’t figure it out.”
“Well, they say that two heads are better than one, so don’t lose hope yet.”
>Twilight offers a conciliatory smile, which Sunset returns as best she can.
>“All right, then where do we begin?”
“I suppose the best place would be on the night of the Fall Formal.”
>Sunset bobs her head and Twilight continues.
“You’ve had a while to think about what happened, do you remember anything specific?”
>“Aside from the guilt and shame of not only threatening you, but then hypnotically ensnaring the entire school, and turning into a raging she-demon? No, I’d say that pretty much covers it.”
>Sunset’s expression falls as she leans onto the table and buries her face in her arms.
>The Princess gives her a conciliatory pat on the head.
“I think we all remember that, but I’m thinking something that’s specifically related to you. Maybe when you put on the crown?”
>“Power.”
>Glancing up from behind her arms, the green-eyed girl gives Twilight a serious look.
>“I remember feeling genuinely powerful for the first time in since I left Equestria. Not that I was a slouch as a unicorn, but it had been ages since I felt so supremely self-confident in my abilities. I was feeling real, Equestrian magic through my body.”

>Twilight frowns, but continues writing before asking the next question.
“And after we stopped you?”
>Her lips turning down slightly, Sunset looks thoughtful and then shrugs.
>“Well, I didn’t really feel like I’d been beaten at first; if anything I felt like there was even more that I could do. My whole body tingled with more magic than I could have possibly imagined; it was practically oozing out of my fingertips and I thought I was going to burst! Then the rainbow stopped and so did that feeling. And you know the rest.”
>Twilight writes a little while longer before dropping the pen and looking over her notes.
“That-”
>Sunset leans in closer, both of them reading the page before their eyes meet again.
“That really doesn’t help much.”
>“Ugh.”
>Dropping her head back against the table, Sunset sighs.
>“Well, I appreciate the attempt.”
>Twilight gives the girl another pat on the head.
“There, there, I’m sure that we’ll figure out something before I go back to Equestria.”
>“I sure hope so, because when you came through the portal, I could almost feel my shirt tighten.”
“Well, we’ve figured out that it’s probably magic-related then.”
>Twilight giggles.
>After a moment, Sunset smiles and joins in.
>“Now we just need to find out why it’s happening.”
“We will.”
>“You’re sure you have time for this? I’d hate to distract you from focusing on the counter-spell.”
>At the redhead’s serious expression, Twilight feels her belly knot itself a few times, but she waves her off all the same.
“I’m sure that things will work out fine; besides, what are friends for?”
>Sunset’s face goes hot as she nods and looks away, muttering.
>“Well, I appreciate it. Don’t hesitate to come to me if you get stuck and don’t know where to go for a lead.”
“And the same to you if your situation gets worse.”
>Both girls smile at each other before Sunset gets up and walks to the door.
>She pauses at the hall and glances towards Twilight.

>“Coming back to the bedroom? The girls might miss you if you’re not there when they wake up.”
>A sheepish smile is the best the Princess can offer in response.
“I’d like to, but I need to stay up a little longer and work on the counter-spell. I’ve got a few ideas I’d like to test out.”
>Cocking her hand on her hip, the redhead shakes her head and smiles.
>“I remember being that studious. Well, don’t stay up too late; there’s more to singing than just writing lyrics, and that includes a good night’s sleep.”
>Twilight waves her off with a laugh and the two ponies-turned-girls part ways.
>It is much, much later when a heavy eyed Twilight stumbles back into Pinkie’s bedroom.
>High stepping her way through the mass of bodies, the Princess flops down onto her designated sleeping spot and closes her eyes.
>Tonight was a bust for the counter-spell, but Twilight can’t help feeling that she made a little progress with Sunset Shimmer.
>Hugging her pillow close to her body, the girl smiles and drifts off to sleep.
>And is almost immediately awakened by a series of shakes.
>“C’mon Twilight, quit fooling around.”
>The light drawl of Applejack’s voice snaps Twilight’s bleary eyes open.
>Aside from the smearing sensation of light all around her, the visitor from Equestria can only make out the faintest of shapes as a few of her friends hover over her.
>“Oh dear, you look absolutely exhausted. We simply must do something about those circles under your eyes.”
>“Cut it out, Rarity, none of us are gonna do anything until we get Sunset outta that bathroom!”
>As the cowgirl chides their fashionista friend, Twilight blinks a few times to clear her vision.
>The two are still bickering off to the side as Rainbow leans over into Twilight’s field of view.
>“Oh good, you’re up.”
“Sort of.”
>Sitting up, Twilight rubs at her forehead and groans.
“What’s going on?”
>With a roll of her eyes, Rainbow jerks her thumb towards the hall.

>“Sunset’s locked herself in the bathroom and won’t come out. She keeps asking for you.”
>Panic rumbles inside Twilight’s stomach again as she clambers to her feet, nearly knocking Rainbow to the ground in the process.
>Hurrying past an anxious looking Fluttershy and an even more agitated Pinkie Pie, she knocks on the bathroom door.
“Sunset Shimmer?”
>“Twilight?”
>With a sigh of relief, the Princess smiles.
“I’m here.”
>“A-”
>There’s a momentary pause as an audible gulp escapes the other side.
>“Are you alone?”
>Shooing her snooping friends back with a wave of her hand, Twilight nods.
“I’m here.”
>The door creaks open just a touch and Twilight sees a familiar green eye peek out.
>It darts about a few times and, once satisfied, it disappears.
>“Okay, you can come in, but only you.”
>Twilight gives her five friends a warning look before slipping inside and closing the door behind her.
>The sound of labored breathing comes from the toilet behind her.
>“When you look, d-don’t freak out, okay?”
“We talked about this last night Sunset; I’m not going to make a big deal out of this.”
>Taking a deep breath, she turns around.
>Her jaw drops. 
“Oh Celestia…”
>“You said you wouldn’t.”
>Sunset mutters to herself as she squirms on the lid, as if trying to hide herself from Twilight’s probing eyes.
>It’s not very successful.
>Her once fitted pant legs now appear to be a pair of high waters, revealing at least a quarter of her calf to the world.
>The space between the waist of her pants and the hem of her shirt has grown as well, where before it was only three finger widths, now Twilight imagines she can fit her entire palm on the exposed flesh, and then some!
>Likewise, Sunset’s sleeves are now up far closer to her elbows, the tighter seams straining towards the front with the sudden surge of size.
>But most of all…
>“Twilight”
>Sunset whimpers, crossing her arms over her chest.
>However even the simple motion fails to contain them, as they move to spill out over the top of her arms.
>“Help…”


 
[Rarity]

>Outside the bathroom, Rarity waits with the other four girls, tapping her foot against the carpet.
“Well, those two are certainly taking their time.”
>Pinkie Pie bounces around from one foot to the other, whimpering in protest.
>“The only way this could be any worse is if she started running water!”
>With a slight click of her tongue, the pale girl frowns at her frizzy-haired friend and shakes her head.
“Pinkie, you must calm down; you are a lady after all.”
>“A lady who has to GO!”
>Rarity rolls her eyes but offers a gentle smile and pat on the shoulder.
“There, there, I’m sure that Twilight will be able to coax Sunset out, tout suite.”
>The bouncing girl gives a slight whine just before the doorknob jiggles.
>Five pairs of eyes are drawn to the door as it opens with a creak, Twilight quickly stepping out into the hall again.
>She leaves her hand on the knob, a small wedge of light visible beyond the crack between the door and the frame.
>Taking a deep breath, she addresses them.
>“Girls, something’s gone wrong.”
>“Wrong how, Sugar Cube?”
>Trust Applejack to cut right to the heart of the matter, though Rarity isn’t much feeling like pussy-footing around either.
“Yes darling, what’s happened to put Sunset Shimmer in such a state?”
>With a concerned frown, Twilight looks around and continues.
>“In all honesty, I’m not sure.”
>A quiet groan echoes up from Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.
>Twilight scrambles to recover their attention.
>“But, what we know now is that it has something to do with magic. Probably.”
>“Probably?”
>Rainbow groans again.
>“Probably’s not any better than not being sure!”
>“I know, I know.”
>Waving her hand, Twilight sighs.
>“But I think I can work out what’s happening, if I have enough time.”
>The group lapses into silence for a moment before Rarity steps forward. 
“What do you need from us, Twilight?”
>A look of relief spreads across the pony Princess’ face.

>“Your understanding, for starters, and your assistance would be helpful as well.”
>Pursing her lips, the fashionista nods, and is quickly joined by the other four girls.
>Taking a deep breath, Twilight bobs her head as well and releases her grip on the doorknob.
>“Sunset? You can come out now.”
>After a long moment of stillness, the door opens further and the redhead steps out into the hall.
>As she does, mouths fall loose.
>Eyes widen.
>And words seem to catch in the throat of every girl present.
>At least until Pinkie breaks the silence.
>“Dibs!”
>Zipping by Sunset, she quickly locks herself in the bathroom, much to the distress of an anxious Fluttershy.
>Well, that was hardly the way this conversation should have begun.
>Rarity sighs and tries to drink in the differences surrounding the former fiend-turned-friend.
>Plainly obvious are the two sizeable melons attached to her chest, obvious enough to send a pang through Rarity’s small breasts and right into her heart.
>But more than that, Sunset’s once modest height, which barely had her clearing the diminutive Dash’s stature, now threatens to rival Applejack’s solid frame.
>Perhaps it was even a challenge to her own position as the tallest of the group!
>And, as a result of the rapid growth, Sunset now looks the part of a girl trying to fit into the previous season’s clothing line.
>From three years ago.
>Turning to Twilight, Rarity attempts to enquire again.
“What exactly happened to her?”
>“She grew.”
>Sunset blushes at the rather blunt response from the Princess before cutting into the conversation.
>“That’s all we know for now, at least. Believe me; I’m more curious to find answers than anyone else. But I’ve got bigger problems at the moment.”
>With a small huff, the fashionista nods.
“You certainly do; I doubt that anything in your wardrobe will fit you at this point.”
>The redhead nods, and Rarity looks to the other girls.

>Well, no time to take charge like the present.
“If it’s all right with all of you, I’d like to take Sunset to the Boutique. Our first priority should be getting her dressed in more suitable attire, and see if we can pull any attention away from her-”
>Words fail the purple-haired girl for a moment as she waves her hand in the air.
“Growth spurt, I suppose.”
>A look of relief crosses the faces of both the pony-girls.
>The door opens behind them and Pinkie trots out, looking very satisfied with herself.
>“That’s bet- Woah!”
>She gawks up at Sunset, then smiles.
>“Hiya, Sunny! How’s the weather up there?”
“Pinkie, don’t embarrass the poor girl.”
>Rarity sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“But, would you be a dear and get me one of your father’s rain jackets?”
>“Okie dokie! But what for?”
>Patting her plucky friend on the cheek, the pale girl smiles.
“Why, smuggling Sunset out in public, of course.”
>With a nod and a bounce, Pinkie hurries off towards the coat closet.
>Twilight makes a small motion with her hand, pulling the girls in close.
>“So it’s settled; Rarity will help Sunset get her clothing situation under control, and the rest of us will go about our day as normal. Remember, the Dazzlings are still out there, so we need to be extra cautious about not letting on that we have magic.”
>The girls nod together as Pinkie comes back with a rather gauche jacket.
>Rarity can almost feel her skin crawl as she handles the worn, rough fabric, but it does its duty and hides most of Sunset’s expanded frame from view.
>The two girls gather their things and head out as the rest of the group begins to map out their plans for the day.
>Thankfully, it’s still early enough in the day where there are few residents out and about, making the trip both brief and uneventful.
>A quick round of fumbling with her keys later and Rarity is locking the door behind the two of them.

>A stray shade is quickly pulled down, leaving only the artificial light to fill the room.
>With a sigh of relief, she smiles at Sunset.
“Well, that was certainly an adventure, don’t you think?”
>“I suppose.”
>Sliding a few stray hairs behind her ear, the redhead glances around the Boutique with an uncertain frown.
“Well, let’s not waste any time, chop-chop.”
 >Clapping her hands together twice, Rarity smiles.
“Slide that filthy thing off and we will get you into something far more fitting for your figure.”
>Sunset obliges, hanging the coat on a hanger by the door and following the pale girl towards the center of the store.
>She winces in irritation as a few seams pop along her arm, leaving her sleeves to hang looser than they had a short while ago.
>“This is getting really obnoxious.”
>Bringing a fabric pencil to her lip for a moment, Rarity’s brow furrows before she smiles and flicks the end at Sunset a few times.
“Well, if it’s causing you that much trouble, why don’t you shed those as well?”
>The color draining from the pony-girl’s face brings a bubbling laugh up, unbidden, from Rarity’s belly.
>“What!?”
>Catching her breath, the fashionista smiles and walks around Sunset with a discerning eye.
“Come now, dear, it’s not like you have anything to be ashamed of; after all we are both girls here. Besides, wouldn’t you feel better if you could breathe a little easier?”
>Despite her anxious looks, the redhead eventually nods and steps out of her pajama bottoms.
>Immediately, Rarity’s eyes begin to slide up and down the exposed skin noting, with some displeasure, that in addition to being longer, the grown girl’s lower body seems somehow firmer and more supple than their previous encounters.
>Perhaps not quite the legs of a dancer or model, but certainly begging to be touched.
>And the way her underwear is pulled up snug, cutting into her hips, well that simply won’t do at all.

>Which, brings up another question for the fashionista.
“Sunset?”
>“Hm?”
“You aren’t”
>A brief pause as Rarity struggles for a tactful way to ask her question.
>It doesn’t come and so, with a weary sigh, she asks
“You aren’t still wearing your bra, are you?”
>The look of shock on Sunset’s face is enough to give her the answer.
“Well, that’s enough of that then. Off with your top and let’s take a look at the damage.”
>There’s a small nod as the half naked girl pulls her pajama top over her head.
>Or, tries to.
>Her expanded frame makes it somewhat difficult, but after several seconds of wrestling, Sunset finally gets the hem of the shirt over her head.
>As she works to untangle her arms from the too small sleeves, Rarity gives a quiet sigh of disapproval.
>Sure enough, Sunset’s purple, cotton bra is far too small and forcing up a tremendous line of cleavage that threatens to overwhelm her collarbone.
>In that case, her earlier estimates regarding the size of the girl’s chest are probably inaccurate.
>Which, again, has her resisting the urge to grind her teeth in frustration.
>Why always the bad girls?
>“Rarity?”
>Snapping out of her daze, the pale girl sees Sunset standing before her with an anxious grin.
>“Could I get you to help me with my bra? I, I think it’s stuck.”
>As she circles around, Rarity sees that the band has indeed passed the point of acceptable stress.
>Torn seams, visible signs of strain within the band itself.
>Simply put, there is absolutely no salvaging it.
“I hope you aren’t especially attached to this garment, darling.”
>“Why’s that?”
>With a flourish, Rarity takes her scissors and cuts the band with a single snip.
“That’s why.”
>Even from behind, the sudden weight of gravity is noticeable on Sunset’s body.
>The outer slopes of her breasts fall until they hang just outside her chest, pressing into her arms as if demanding some form of contact at all times.
>The redhead gives a sigh of relief, lifting her head up towards the ceiling and groaning.

>“Oh. Oh wow, that’s worlds better.”
>With a giggle, Rarity twirls her scissors and smiles.
“I thought you would have realized already that I’m a magician when it comes to clothing. Now, let’s get you something that fits a little better.”
>Sunset nods, allowing the charming clothier to work her magic, measuring, writing, grumbling and measuring again.
>And the groping.
>There’s a great deal of groping.
>Much as she doesn’t want to admit it, Sunset’s sizeable breasts feel absolutely wonderful in Rarity’s hands.
>The way the flesh seems to fill in the space between her fingers when they spread is almost heavenly.
>But, she is a professional, and does her best not to goose Sunset.
>Too much.
>And as she works, the two of them talk.
>That in itself is hardly unusual; Rarity had gone to great lengths to try and make sure that Sunset had some measure of comfort after the Fall Formal.
>But even still, how often did the two of them find time to spend alone together?
>The other girls, bless their hearts, always seemed to be far more interesting than Sunset.
>Now however, Rarity wasn’t so sure.
“And so you were a student to a Princess?”
>“Just like Twilight.”
“I am so incredibly jealous. The best that I can manage is a summer internship with a low-level fashion designer; a Princess is simply too far out for me to even imagine.”
>A sheepish smile slides across Sunset’s face as Rarity hands her a pale yellow dress that settles around her knees.
>“Well, seeing Twilight now kind of makes me wish I’d stuck out through the lessons; maybe then I’d be the Princess of Friendship. Or at least something more than a high-school student.”
“Perhaps.”
>Rarity frowns, letting her eyes roam Sunset’s figure before shaking her head.
“No, that’s far more Fluttershy’s style than your own. But back to the point, if you had stayed, then you wouldn’t be here now.”
>“Some people might think that’s the better option of the two.”
>Jerking her gaze upwards, the pale girl prepares to tear into her friend, but pauses as she sees the sly smile on her lips.

>Despite her sudden indignation, Rarity dismisses it with a smile of her own.
“Quite the clever joke, darling; but even if they were to say that, I would disagree.”
>Sunset strips out of the dress, her matching black bra and panty set hugging her body like a second skin.
>“Oh? Why is that?”
“Well, without you none of us would have met Twilight.”
>Seeing the redhead flinch, Rarity opts out of dragging dialogue out further and goes straight to the point.
“And if that had not happened, then Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and myself may have eventually drifted apart on our own. After all, we hardly have anything in common aside from our strange friendship.”
>“Which I broke.”
“And have since helped to mend.”
>Reaching out, Rarity cups Sunset’s cheek and locks eyes with her.
“You certainly did some foul, hurtful things to us. But without you, I don’t think I could have ever learned how much those other girls mean to me.”
>Sunset’s face tenses.
>“So I’m just the means to the end?”
“No!”
>Pulling the redhead close in a half hug, Rarity sighs.
>For a moment, she loses track of her train of thought, feeling the warmth of sweater flesh sandwiching up between the two of them.
>Both girls stand still, red-faced and barely daring to breathe.
>But finally Rarity does.
>And the words flow out easily.
“The grief I have seen you put up with reminds me to mind my words, and the grace with which you handle each day is more than admirable.”
>Sliding her thumb along Sunset’s cheek, the pale girl smiles.
“You are a vibrant, colorful girl, and I am pleased to count you among those special friends of mine.”
>There’s a quiet murmur of thanks from the still blushing girl, but it’s enough to make Rarity’s heart soar.
>She holds her position, savoring the sensation of Sunset’s sizable breasts pressing against her own petite chest or a while longer, before shaking her head and smiling.

“Now, back to dressing, hm?”
>In the end, they settle on something familiar rather than something flashy and new. 
>While not the largest fan of black leather jackets, Rarity did keep some in stock.
>The men’s size hangs somewhat loosely even around Sunset’s broadened shoulders, but rests closer to her hips than the shorter women’s length, and the additional length in the arms assists in making her seem less conspicuous.
>Likewise, she was able to let out Sunset’s skirt, allowing her to slip it on with a degree of comfort.
>The fitted t-shirt however, was utterly unusable.
>Instead, they opt for a somewhat dressy purple, sleeveless top.
>Aside from the lack of a sunny decal, there will be no way to tell that she is wearing anything different when worn with the jacket.
“Considering we don’t know if you’ll go through another, ah, spurt, it seems it would be best to give you room to breathe.”
>Rarity makes a show of toying with the hem of the top, showing that it was indeed airy enough to accommodate any sudden changes in size.
>Sunset laughs and shakes her head.
>“Well, if it’s up to me, I’m quite happy not to have to go through this again.”
“Come now, you cannot say that this morning has been all bad.”
>The girl flashes a wry smile and shrugs.
>“The company was nice, and I wouldn’t mind doing that another time.”
>Rarity chuckles and shakes her head.
“Well that makes two of us. I suppose we had best get along to school, otherwise the girls will start to worry.”
>“Do you want to go together?”
>Pursing her lips, the pale girl gives a shake of her head.
“Not unless you want to wait; I believe I’ll take time to clean and make myself up before leaving.”
>Sunset gives a small nod, though she doesn’t look especially pleased with that response.

>The two exchange goodbyes and Sunset leaves, the door bell jangling as she goes.
>With a sigh of relief, Rarity saunters up to the living area above the Boutique and goes about her morning routine.
>But as she strips down for her shower, she stares at her chest for a moment.
>Something seems a little off.
>Still, after several moments of staring and being unable to place what’s wrong, she shrugs and steps into the shower, smiling.
>Even though she has been a lot of trouble in the past, it’s good to have a friend like Sunset Shimmer.
>Sometime later, Rarity steps out of the bathroom, towels wrapped tight around her bust and her hair.
>Her phone chirps, drawing her attention away from the closet.
>On it, a series of three quick messages from Fluttershy.
>‘Rarity, something’s wrong with Sunset.’
>‘Again.’
>‘Please get to school as soon as you can.’
>Biting her lip, Rarity unconsciously massages one of her tender breasts.
“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good at all…”