Title:           [Twilight 1] >The early light of day creeps through Twilight Sparkle’s wind
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First Edit:      Tuesday 3rd of November 2015 10:19:39 AM CDT
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[Twilight 1]
 
>The early light of day creeps through Twilight Sparkle’s window and over her body.
>She refuses to stir until it finally hits her face, resulting in first a sniffle.
>Then a snort and a quick roll onto the side away from the offending window.
>But even this natural response is unable to stave off the inevitable.
>Scant minutes later the light is back on her face, warming it with teasing touches and promises of a wonderful, if cool, day.
>Twilight can only groan pitifully.
>Which her loyal friend and faithful pet takes as a sign that she’s awake.
>“C’mon Twilight! It’s time to wake up”
>The nerdy girl cracks open an eye just in time to see her canine companion wiggle his butt in the air and fly from the ground onto her bed.
>Correction, onto her stomach.
“OOF!”
>The whimpering wheezer closes her eye again and groans.
“Spiiiiiike!”
>A tell-tale rattling of dog tags lets her know that the dog is scratching himself, utterly oblivious to her distress.
>After seeing that he’s not going to move, Twilight sighs.
“Somehow, I liked you more when you couldn’t speak.”
>“You’re just mad because I don’t have a snooze button.”
>Isn’t that the truth?
>“Now come on! You don’t want to be late for your first day at Canterlot High School, right?”
>What?
>Oh.
>OH!
“That’s right! I get to go back to school today!”
>What an exciting time.
>She has to get ready right away!
>Snapping her eyes open, Twilight leaps out of bed, sending Spike sprawling to the floor, showers, dresses to impress, gathers her things, catches the bus and makes it to the CHS campus with loads of time to spare.
>Well, those were her intentions.
>In reality, she doesn’t get past the first one.
>Because there’s something wrong.
>It isn’t immediately apparent, but even though Twilight’s squinting eyes are still adjusting to the day, her autism sensor is pinging like mad.
>Something has changed.
>After several blind gropes at her bedside table, she finds her glasses and puts them on.
 
>Oh.
>That’s what it is.
>Twilight’s eyes are cast downward towards her body.
>Several seconds pass in silence.
>At last, she takes a deep breath.
>And watches the supple mounds on her chest rise in the process.
>The intended scream or shout or whatever her brilliant scientific mind had come up with falls instead into a uncertain squeak that doesn’t even echo back.
>Over the round hills of her chest, Spike peeks over.
>“Twilight? Are you okay?”
>She shakes her head and gently pushes him off her belly.
>Pulling herself from her bed, Twilight makes small, uncertain steps towards the mirror in her bathroom.
“What the hay is going on here?”
>She whispers to herself as she turns her head from side to side in a quick examination of herself, and then turns profile.
>Twilight’s eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she sees the once barely-there slope of her chest has blossomed overnight into a small, but still respectable, handful.
>The formerly loose hanging nightshirt is now a bit more snug around her chest and, if she stands just so, a flash of squishy, almost unmuscled thigh can be seen.
>Gulping, Twilight does the only thing she can.
>After a brief round of fishing through her clothing piles, she pulls a cellphone from one of her pockets.
>Stumbling fingers finally manage to find what they’re looking for, and Twilight holds the device to her ear.
>Within three rings, the receiver picks up on the other end.
>“Hey Twilight, you ready fo-”
“Sunset I need your help!”
>The line goes quiet for a moment before the girl laughs.
>“Well good morning to you too.”
>The nerdy girl presses her lips into a line and scowls.
“This is not the time for pleasantries; I’m in the middle of a disaster!”
>“Oh yeah, what’s up?”
>Twilight’s mouth opens.
>Then hangs slightly slack.
>What exactly is she supposed to say?
>‘Oh hey Sunset, everything’s great; no, no nothing to worry about, except the fact that I grew BOOBS overnight!’
 
>Yeah, that is a little ridiculous.
>With a groan, the teen drops down onto her doughy bottom, and leans her forehead into her knees.
“I think I’m going to stay home today.”
>“What?”
>Ah, so that’s what genuine concern sounds like?
>“Twilight, you can’t do that. You’ve been looking forward to this ever since the Friendship Games ended.”
>True enough.
>In the week since the near dimensional disaster at CHS, the only thing that’s been on the teen’s mind is getting to go to school with her new, and unexpected, friends.
>But, that doesn’t seem like it’s going to be possible now.
>At least not today.
>Taking a deep breath, Twilight steels herself.
“Yeah, but-”
>“Twi.”
>The almost commanding tone in Sunset’s voice kills the argument before it can even begin to take shape.
>Gulping, Twilight waits patiently for the redhead on the other end to continue.
>“I’m not going to accept you not coming to school today for an answer unless you tell me what’s going on.”
>The girl’s tongue darts out as she squirms in mild discomfort on the floor.
>At last, she whispers out,
“B-Boobs.”
>“Excuse me?”
>Another gulp.
“Boobs.”
>“Yeah? What about them? Are they tender?”
>A quick gasp echoes up from the other end of the phone.
>“Oh gosh Twilight! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if you’re on your peri-”
“No!”
>Trying to head off that train of thought before it leaves the station, Twilight shakes her head in an ultimately useless response.
“It, it isn’t that. I just woke up today and,”
>Words fail the scientist.
>Finally she sighs and closes her eyes.
“And they were larger than they were yesterday.”
>Silence.
>The hairs on the back of Twilight’s neck begin to stand on end.
>Oh gosh, Sunset probably thinks that she’s completely loony by this point.
>Biting her lip, the nerdy girl tries to think of a way to recover before a small laugh comes over the line.
>“Oh, so your boobs came in; is that all?”
 
>Is…
>Is that all?
>Twilight tries not to sound too offended as she fires back.
“Excuse me for being a little anxious about this, but breasts don’t grow overnight!”
>Another laugh, this one much more enthused than the last.
>Heat seeps into Twilight’s cheeks as she gives a short sniff and scowls at the floor.
“I-I’m going to hang up now.”
>“No!”
>The still jovial Sunset snorts.
>“No, no please, I’m sorry. It’s just been so, so long.”
“Since what?”
>On the other end, the girl takes a deep breath to collect herself.
>And then a second for good measure.
>But finally, she speaks.
>“It’s just been a while since I’ve heard someone freaking out about growing boobs overnight.”
>What?
“What? Sunset, this is impossible.”
>“Yeah, but so is absorbing energy and using it to open portals between worlds at whim.”
>Twilight falls silent as the gears between her ears begin turning.
“So, this is magic?”
>“It’s more of a response to magic, as far as we can tell.”
“Magic, makes your boobs grow?”
>“Among other things.”
>Another pause as Twilight gulps.
“So, do you have a natural hourglass shape or…?”
>“Ah, so you did notice.”
>The teasing response tickles the teen between her ears, causing her face to burn hot once again.
>Of course she’d noticed; Sunset Shimmer had a body to die for, with wide, sloping curves that ran from her shoulders, bulged out a little further at her chest before going down to her waist, and then back out to her impressive hips.
>Someone would have to be blind to miss any of that.
>With Sunset still chuckling on the other end, Twilight shakes her head.
“Never mind; it sounds like this is more or less a routine for you at CHS.”
>“That’s about right. Hey, why don’t you come by the Boutique before school? I’m sure that Rarity will be more than happy to help fix you up with some better fitting underwear.”
 
>There’s a momentary pause before the fiery girl murmurs
>“Unless you want to go commando on your first day. Very risqué Twilight; the Princess would never-”
“B-Boutique!”
>The nerdy girl gives an anxious laugh.
>Completely unfazed, Sunset goes right back to delegating.
>“Great; I’ll let Rarity know that you’re coming and she can meet us there.”
“Us?”
>“Uh, yeah? Don’t you want to know more about what’s going on?”
>What a silly question, of course she did.
>Without waiting for her to respond, the redhead continues.
>“Well while she’s getting you fitted, you and I can talk about the ins and outs of how I think this magic works.”
>Oh good.
>Someone has the answers at least.
>Taking a deep breath, Twilight smiles.
“What a relief. Thank you, Sunset.”
>“Don’t mention it, that’s what friends are for.”
>A wonderful tingle slides up Twilight’s spine as she nods.
“Okay, see you soon!”
>The line goes quiet.
>Spike looks up from his chew toy.
>“So are we going or not?”
>Grinning, Twilight ruffles his head.
“Of course we are, silly. I just need to make a quick stop before school.”
>Getting up, the girl finds a new determination in herself.
>The morning routine will be conquered.
>She will get to Carousel Boutique.
>She will go to school today.
>Everything is going to be fine.
>…She hopes.
 
 
[Twilight 2]
 
>The trip out of downtown is fairly uneventful.
>Although Twilight does notice that she’s garnering a little more attention than usual.
>Much to her dismay.
>Her vest is somewhat tight around the chest, forcing her breasts up a little as though it were a second bra.
>Of course by doubling up like that, the nerdy girl is now sporting a pair of high riding boobs.
>Which also comes with a whole bunch of wandering eyes and not-so-secret stares.
>Unzipping her backpack, she gives a quiet groan to the dog within
“Oh my goodness Spike, this is awful.”
>Twilight comes away wiping the tip of her nose free of dog slobber and huffing a little.
>Silly pup.
>Finally, the bus pulls over near Rarity’s store.
>At least that’s what Twilight is lead to believe by the map app on her phone.
>She’s never actually been to the Carousel Boutique before.
>But, a short walk later, there it is.
>Mildly outlandish, just like the girl who owns it.
>Even with the windows dark, Twilight can see that the door is slightly ajar.
>Just like Sunset said it would be.
>A small chime rings over head as she enters the establishment.
>Much of the store is still dark, although a faint light in the back gives her hope that she’s not alone.
“Uh, good morning? Sunset? Rarity?”
>“Twihite!”
>A refined but muffled voice calls from the distance.
>“We’re back here in the fitting room, come on back!”
>And there’s Sunset too, just as she said she would be.
>Walking carefully through the unfamiliar space, Twilight enters the light and rejoins her friends.
>Or, intends to; in truth she gets caught in the doorway and can only manage to stare at the scene.
>Sunset is standing in the middle, with her arms outstretched and parallel with her shoulders.
>Rarity is ducking under the stretched limbs, measuring tape in one hand, pen and pad in another.
 
>The fashionista hums to herself as she makes small notes on the paper, occasionally tutting in disapproval, but more often than not managing to make gentle hums or repressed squeals of delight.
>After a moment of silence, a large green eye fixes on Twilight, and Sunset smiles.
>“Oh hey, there you are! Well come in, sit down.”
>“Yes, please do dear.”
>Without turning, Rarity waves two fingers in her new friend’s direction.
>“I need just a few moments more with Sunset before I can help you.”
“Uh, sure.”
>Wobbly knees are more than happy to care Twilight the short distance to a chair before giving out.
>Once she sets her backpack down, Spike eagerly hops out and begins pacing around the new space, rooting about with his snout.
>As the anxious girl places her hands on her lap, she eyes up Sunset yet again.
>Somehow, the nerdy girl’s memory seems to have downplayed her friend’s enormity.
>Each of Sunset’s breasts must be at least comparable to the size of her head; the redhead’s feminine form flowing all the way down from her neck down to her toes.
>It’s enough to make Twilight tug gently on her collar to release some of the heat building up in her chest.
>“Gosh, you look so cute.”
>What?
“W-W-What!?”
>It isn’t really clear from the squeak if Twilight is offended or not.
>Heck, she’s not sure herself.
>But her response is enough to earn a laugh from the redhead.
>“Sorry, it’s just that you’re so antsy about all of this. It reminds me of when Rainbow got hers, right Rarity?”
>There’s a displeased grunt from the measuring girl.
>“Sunset, do keep in mind that the work I’m doing here requires me to be very precise. Don’t shift or wiggle too much, otherwise you might end up with a baggy top.”
>“No offense Rarity, but I think I’d like it a little looser up top.”
>The redhead brings her hands up under her tremendous bust and gives a knowing wink to Twilight.
>“Room to grow and all that.”
 
>As the bespectacled girl colors, Rarity scoffs.
>“In that case stop moving so that I don’t make it too tight; unless you’re going to suggest that it’s all the better to tease poor Twilight with.”
>The pale girl lifts her head and gives the redhead a knowing smile.
>Sunset smirks, and then leans in close.
>Feeling her breathing quicken, Twilight grips the hem of her skirt as the two…
>Touch the tips of their noses together and rub back and forth.
>“You know me too well, Rarity.”
>“Of course, darling, we are best friends.”
>The two girls giggle as Twilight releases a shaky breath and decides to get to the matter at hand.
“So, Rainbow went through this too?”
>“Yup.”
>“Oh yes dear.”
>Snapping her tape shut, Rarity turns to Twilight and smiles.
>“As a matter of fact, we’ve all been through the ‘starter phase’. It can be a little unnerving if you don’t know what’s happening, so I don’t blame you for being a little anxious, like some people.”
>Sunset rolls her eyes and smiles.
>“I’m only teasing her a little. You know I don’t mean any harm, right Twilight?”
>The newest of the group nods, still toying with her skirt.
>Rarity gives a quiet huff, but pats Sunset on the shoulder and walks over to the table.
>With the fashionista gone, the redhead hops down from the small stand she had been on and sits down beside Twilight.
>After a moment, she looks at her new friend.
>“Maybe I am being a little hard on you; like Rarity said, we’ve all gone through this.”
>Scrunching up her forehead, the former Crystal Prep student leans closer.
“Okay, well since you’re feeling talkative now: what exactly is ‘this’?”
>A slow smile slides across Sunset’s lips.
>“Magic.”
“Magic?”
>Bobbing her head the curvy girl continues.
>“Yup; as near as I can tell it has something to do with exposure to friendship magic.”
“So, what I was absorbing during the Friendship Games?”
>“The very same.”
>Twilight nods.
 
>And then frowns.
“But, that doesn’t make any sense.”
>“It’s magic, darling, it doesn’t have to make sense.”
>Sunset giggles at Rarity’s unsolicited response, which only makes Twilight’s forehead wrinkle further.
>“What she means is that when dealing with magic, you have to be prepared for unforeseen consequences.”
“Like growing boobs?”
>Bringing her thumb to her lip, Sunset taps the nail thoughtfully against her lips a few times before answering.
>“That would be a really crude way of putting it. I prefer the idea that magic is creating space for itself.”
“That isn’t scientifically sound.”
>“No, but it sounds nice.”
>Twilight glances down at Sunset’s chest.
“So, you have a lot of magic then?”
>“Probably the most out of anyone else at CHS.”
>The redhead puffs herself up a little and smiles, as Rarity chimes in.
>“Be aware, Twilight: our little ray of sunshine can have quite the ego when it comes to magic. She is a former unicorn after all.”
>Sunset rolls her eyes and smiles.
>“All right, all right, I’ll tone it down a little.”
>“That’s all I ask, darling. You’ll make the poor girl believe that she’s going to be stuck with that small pair at this rate.”
>Twilight glances down at her chest and colors.
>They aren’t that small, are they?
>Wait, no.
>She doesn’t want big breasts.
>She doesn’t!
>Shaking her head, Twilight looks over at her redheaded friend.
“So, do you know why I woke up like this?”
>“More or less.”
>Stretching her arms over her head, Sunset gives a quiet groan of satisfaction.
>Twilight gulps as she catches a gratuitous eyeful of sweater meat.
>Oblivious to her friend’s staring, Sunset continues.
>“It all comes back to friendship.”
“Friendship?”
>“Mhmm, we are dealing with the Magic of Friendship after all, so it only makes sense.”
>Pulling out her phone, Sunset hands it to Twilight.
>“Here, take a look at my contacts.”
 
>A little uncertain where this is going, the purple haired girl does as she’s told.
>She begins to scroll through the various names and numbers.
>And as the list continues to grow before her eyes, her jaw begins to drop.
“It, it just doesn’t end.”
>Sunset’s cheeks color a little as she tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear.
>“Yeah, there are a lot of them. Pretty much everybody at CHS, a lot of people from around town…”
>Nodding mutely, Twilight finally freezes as she spots a name that she recognizes.
>With a worried look, she turns to Sunset.
“Sugarcoat? You have Sugarcoat’s number?”
>“Hm? Oh yeah, I exchanged numbers with all of the Shadowbolts after the Friendship Games. We’re supposed to be getting together this weekend and-”
>“Sunset!”
>The redhead stops as Rarity stomps her foot on the ground.
>“Are you being serious right now? You come in and ask me to give you a new measurement and then you go out and make more friends?”
>With a nervous laugh, the green-eyed girl shrugs.
>“Um, maybe?”
>“Ooh, I can’t believe you!”
>Huffing and scowling, the pale girl storms over to her friends and grabs Twilight by the wrist.
>“Well I’m not making any adjustments until after this weekend then.”
>“What? Come on Rarity, please?”
>The slightly snobbish girl turns up her nose and gives a small snort to her pleading friend as she pulls Twilight to her feet and positions her on the stand.
>“Absolutely not. I am willing to let out your dress a little, but you’re going to have to find some other way to smuggle those melons. Now come Twilight, arms out to your side.”
>Caught up in the sudden buzz of activity, the glasses-wearing girl can only do as she’s told, flinching a little as Rarity begins to measure her way around, muttering to herself and taking notes all the while.
 
>Sunset sighs and looks tiredly up at Twilight.
>“Well, I think that you’re beginning to get the picture now, right? The more friends we make, and the better our relationships with them, the more magic we have access to, and so we get bigger.”
“That really doesn’t seem possible…”
>“Oh believe me, darling, I realize that it’s hard to believe, but it’s true.”
>Rarity huffs and looks back at the redhead.
>“And for some reason, our dear friend Sunset Shimmer has something of an obsession with being as large as possible.”
>Her cheeks coloring until they’re almost as red as her hair, Sunset smiles and gives a small laugh.
>“Well, it is nice to have the magic at hand but”
>Sighing in delight, she hefts her palm dwarfing boobs in her hands.
>“I know that you love a pair of truly tremendous tits too, right Rarity?”
>The seamstress nearly chokes on her tongue, but manages to stay quiet as she works.
>Having successfully silenced the dressmaker, Sunset turns her attention back to Twilight.
>“Make friends and grow boobs; that’s the short version anyway. There’s also everything else in between too.”
>Lifting a bit of her skirt, the confident girl pats a bit of her meaty, muscular thigh as Twilight begins to color again.
>As though delighting in her discomfort, Sunset looks up into Twilight’s eyes and grins.
>While Rarity has her back turned, the redhead begins to pull her hem higher, exposing more of the generous, supple flesh.
>A flash of black panties causes Twilight’s mouth to go dry as she stammers
“So, so, you weren’t always this big?”
>Quickly tugging her skirt back into place, Sunset meets Rarity’s gaze as the dressmaker turns.
>The two exchange smiles and giggle.
>“No way.”
>“Hardly, Sunset used to be little better than a twig!”
>“Now that’s a little extreme, don’t you think, Rarity?”
>Smirking, the dressmaker waves her towards a door with two fingers.
 
>“Why don’t you go in there and you can both see how small you really were, once upon a time.”
>Raising an eyebrow, Sunset shrugs and leaves her chair.
>Twilight glances down at Rarity and sees the pale girl biting her lip, all but locked on the redhead’s swaying backside as she makes her way over to the closet.
>“You and I are very luck Twilight; I believe that we’re in for quite the treat this morning.”
“What do you mean?”
>The look in the dressmaker’s eyes is, without a doubt, one of either ravenous lust, or extreme amusement.
>“You’ll see.”
>Moments after she disappears from sight, Sunset gasps and hurried back into the room, a trail of black following after her.
>“You saved it?”
>“Of course, dear.”
>Rarity’s sinister intentions belied by an unnatural coolness that causes Twilight to shudder.
>“What sort of seamstress would I be if I simply tossed out every piece of good material that came my way?”
>Sunset gives a girlish squeal and quickly tugs the black leather jacket up her arms and onto her shoulders.
>There is an immediate difference that nearly brings a laugh from Twilight’s lips.
>Grimacing, the redhead twists her body and looks herself over.
>“Oh, wow, I guess it’s not just boobs.”
>“As I’ve been trying to tell you.”
>Twilight stares as her friend squirms in the far too small jacket; the cuffs of her sleeves resting up around the middle of her forearms, while her shoulders cause the fabric to stretch and the stitching to creak with each small movement she makes.
>As Sunset continues to look herself over, wavering between pleased at the size of her body and disappointed that her old style no longer fits, Rarity brings a finger to her lips and smirks.
>“Why don’t you try zipping it up, too?”
>For some reason, the nerdy girl trembles at her classy friend’s words.
>Sunset raises an eyebrow, but slowly smiles as her hands find their way towards the zipper.
 
>“Now why on earth would I do that? I never wore this thing zipped up anyway.”
>The tip of Rarity’s tongue darts across her lips as she continues to smile, struggling to remain cool now that her game has been discovered.
>“For the full effect of course.”
>“Are you sure?”
>Sunset’s fingers cinch the clasp into place and both her friends give a barely noticeable tremble.
>“I mean, it seems pretty silly.”
>“Go,”
>Rarity gulps, her mouth drying out faster than she can keep up.
>“Go ahead, darling.”
>With a small shrug and a knowing smile, the redhead does as she’s told.
>The hiss of the zipper echoes through the stillness of the Boutique, sending shivers down Twilight’s spine.
>Sunset makes a noble effort, getting all the way up to her underbust before being unable to continue.
>After several fruitless attempts, Sunset sighs and shrugs.
>“Well, I guess that’s that, we’re not getting any further.
>The breathless Rarity finally sighs, licking her lips again and trying to collect her disappointment.
>“Well-”
>“Unless.”
>Almost immediately, the pale girl’s train of thought derails as she’s drawn back to Sunset.
>“Unless I can get you two to help me.”
>A small whimper rushes out of the dressmaker’s lips.
>How absolutely improper, Twilight thinks as she unwittingly continues to rub her thighs together like she has for this entire ordeal.
>“You’re done with her measurements, right?”
>Rarity nods and Sunset motions them closer with a crook of her finger.
>“Well come here then, I could use two extra pairs of hands for this.”
>The seamstress doesn’t waste any time as she moves over to Sunset.
>Exchanging a few brief words, the redhead guides her hands to the zipper and places them there.
>Rarity doesn’t look too happy as she looks over her shoulder at Twilight.
>Twilight trembles as Sunset smiles at her.
>“So are you going to help or not?”
 
>Quite unsure as to why she should, the nerdy girl finds herself moving closer, much to Rarity’s dismay.
>Stepping up to Sunset’s other side, she feels the redhead take her hands and place them right on the marvelously massive melons blocking the zipper’s upward climb.
>Twilight’s cheeks color, her palms beginning to sweat almost immediately as she stammers out
“Wait, I don’t…”
>“Shh. Just press down here.”
>Sunset reaches up and cups the back of Twilight’s head, nearly pulling her down into the busty girl’s canyon of cleavage.
>With her lips close to Twilight’s ear, Sunset whispers
>“Just take time and savor this, okay? It’s your future too, after all; I’m going to make you one of the most popular girls at CHS. By the end of the month, you’re going to be looking back on your flat days like they’re a bad dream.”
>Whimpering, the former Shadowbolt presses down firmly against her new friend’s chest.
>The redhead gives a quiet sigh as she nods to Rarity, who begins the struggle of getting the zipper over the curvy cuties colossal chichis.
>It is an agonizingly slow process, but eventually Twilight feels the cool metal of the zipper’s teeth pressing against her wrists.
>Following Sunset’s commands, she slides her hands higher, and the process continues as such until the truly massive amount of chest-flesh is successfully contained within the leather confines of the jacket.
>Both Twilight and Rarity give a sigh of relief as they step back to admire their work.
>Sunset glances between them as they beam with pride, smiling to herself.
>Then she lets out the full breath she’s been holding.
>There’s the sudden, sharp sound of metal grinding, and Sunset’s prodigious puppies tear the teeth apart, leaving a gaping space that the zipper can’t hope to cover.
>“Whoops! Guess I really shouldn’t be trying to fit into my past self anymore, huh?”
 
>As the redhead laughs, Rarity can only shake her head and smile.
>For her part, Twilight continues to squirm, breathless.
>What strange world has she stumbled into?
>Why is the anxiety about suddenly growing breasts overnight beginning to lessen?
>And why is she beginning to think it might not be so bad after all?
>As she mulls over all these things, a pair of pale, slender hands fall upon her shoulders.
>“Well, I suppose that we’ve had our fun for the morning. Now all that’s left is to get you situated in something a little better fitting.”
>Rarity flashes a smile.
>Twilight can only manage a weak grin in response.
>Far too much to think about at this point.
>And so she’s shuffled off to another part of the room as Sunset struggles to get free of her leather confines.
>Before she’s out of sight, Twilight hears the redhead sigh
>“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
>Although she would never be able to say it out loud, the bespectacled girl hopes she knows that it was.
>It really, really was.