Far, far away, in the magical land of Equestria…
 
“Spike? Spike!”
 
“Over here!”
 
The orange pony gives a sigh of relief as she trots around the corner, smiling gently at the baby dragon hunched over a book on the floor. Leaning over his shoulder, she scans the page for a moment before asking, “Finding anything interesting?”
 
“Not a bit,” Spike grunts, closing the book and frowning at the cover. “I thought for sure that it would be over in this wing. There are just too many books to go through.”
 
“Relax,” the pony smiles, placing a hoof on top of his head and giving a small shake. “Things might look rough now, but we’ll see all of this through together.”
 
The baby dragon grunts, leaning into the touch for a moment before getting to his feet. He moves to another shelf, dragging a claw along the spines of the books, murmuring titles to himself. Seeing Spike now fully absorbed in his task, the pony turns to leave, but is stopped by the small lizard’s voice.
 
“Sunset?”
 
“I know,” Sunset Shimmer says with a grin back at him. “I’ll keep an eye on everyone at CHS, and that includes Twilight.”
 
Spike smiles and nods his head. “Thanks. If I find the book, you’ll be the first to know.”
 
The two friends separate and Sunset marches through Twilight’s castle, back to the mirror room. Making sure that the journal is secure, she charges through the looking glass…
 
===
 
…and spills out the other side in a tangle of arms and legs. Grunting, the now human Sunset manages to get to her feet and dust herself off, thankful that she doesn’t have to worry about finding clothes every time she takes a spill through the mirror. As she smoothes out her skirt, a familiar voice calls out to her.
 
“Welcome back, Sunny~!”
 
Glancing to her side, Sunset gives a small yelp as Twilight Sparkle clings to her waist. The purple-haired bimbo grins up at her friend, giving her a playful pinch and laughing as the girl squirms. After a moment, Twilight straightens herself up and shakes her head. Her dusky eyes lose their glazed-over expression, and the thick-lipped girl dons a gentle frown.
 
“So, did you find anything?”
 
“Afraid not,” the redhead sighs, bringing a hand to the back of her neck and putting on a sheepish grin. “Spike seems to believe that the book would be back in your library, but Princi-” Sunset shakes her head and tries again. “Princess Celestia’s given you so many since the library burned down that it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.”
 
Twilight gives a quiet grunt of frustration, bringing her thumb up to her mouth and biting down on the tip. Her brow furrows as she taps her black heels against the pavement before looking to Sunset again.
 
“Well, I appreciate you going back and forth between Equestria for me.”
 
“Don’t mind that,” Sunset smiles, the two girls beginning to walk up towards the school. “In all honesty, sometimes I’m happy to be back on four legs again. Besides, we don’t know if traveling through the mirror would have any effect on the magic still in your system.”
 
“Better safe than sorry,” they both say together before giggling.
 
After collecting herself, Twilight gives a sad smile. “It’s unfortunate we lost the book when you cast the sealing spell on it. Though, I understand that it was necessary; neither I nor the girls were in our right minds at the time.”
 
“I did what I had to do. If I hadn’t moved when I did, then the entire school might become nothing but vapid, giggly bimbos.”
 
“Yeah,” the purple-haired girl says with an almost wistful smile. Sensing Sunset’s eyes on her, Twilight shakes her head and continues. “I mean, that would be terrible. We need to find the book right away, before someone else gets their hands on it. Who knows wh-”
 
“SPARKLE!”
 
Caught with her mouth half open, Twilight’s jaw only has so far to drop when she turns to face her accuser. Or, she would have, if her eyes hadn’t been pulled straight away to the girl’s absolutely enormous chest. As she gawks, Trixie storms over, the act sending her breasts jiggling about in her too small top; the pair threatening to overwhelm the inadequate fabric as she stomps to a stop.
 
“Sparkle,” the aspiring magician turned magician’s assistant growls through gritted teeth. “Trixie doesn’t know what you’re playing at here, but Trixie knows that you’re behind this whole mess somehow.” Narrowing her eyes, she deadpans her next statement. “Fix. Trixie. Now.”
 
“Trixie,” Sunset murmurs, shaking her head and walking over to the white-haired bimbo. “Twilight had nothing to do with this, there’s no way she cou-”
 
“Stay out of this!” Trixie snaps, gripping the girl’s outstretched hand. “Trixie doesn’t want to hear your excuses, Trixie wants results! Trixie wants to stop talking like an airhead, and Trixie wants to be able to see Trixie’s bellybutton again!”
 
The redhead pulls her hand away from the angry bimbo, cradling it carefully and looking over to Twilight to defuse the situation. Trixie turns her attention back to the brainy bimbo as well, her lips pursed in a scowl as she waits. Finally, Twilight tears her eyes away from the canyon of cleavage that Trixie is sporting and pieces together a response.
 
“Trixie. Your boobs are huge.”
 
Now it’s Sunset’s turn to gawk at the vacant, breast-obsessed look in her friend’s eyes. Twilight can’t seem to process anything beyond the massive mammaries in front of her. Jerking back to Trixie, Sunset fully expects the irritable girl to launch into a tirade against the stunned brainiac.  In fact, it looks like she’s about to fire off her first volley, clenching and unclenching her fist, when something sparks behind her eyes.
 
“Do you think so?” the white-haired girl asks, making a show of sliding her arms upwards. The action forces her breasts further together, making them rise higher and seem that much larger. Twilight gulps and nods, earning a wicked grin from her rival. “Trixie is a little surprised; Trixie didn’t think you would willingly draw attention to Trixie’s magnificent body.”
 
With a quarter-turn, the would-be-magician shows off her profile, again highlighting how absolutely huge she had become. Sunset glances between the two girls, noting that Twilight seems to be somewhere between aroused and irritated as her eyes drink in Trixie’s frame. When the pony princess offers no response to the show, Trixie turns back to face her, cocking a hand onto her hip and smirking.
 
“How about it Sparkle, are you brought to shame by being in the presence of Trixie’s perfect body? Perhaps you would like to apologize?” Bringing her arms under her chest, she hefts her breasts in the direction of the purple-haired girl. Her eyes glaze over a little, and her voice takes on a breathy, distant tone. “All you would have to do is to acknowledge the Gigantic and Pillowy Titsie as your better in all things.”
 
“Gigantic and Pillowy?” Twilight deadpans, the spell apparently broken as she frowns.
 
“Titsie?” Sunset chimes in, earning a blush from the previously domineering bimbo. Flushed with embarrassment, the bimbo magician glares at both of them.
 
“T-Trixie’s tongue slipped! Acknowledge Trixie as superior and fix this and Trixie will forgive you!”
 
Having had enough of the bimbo-banter, Sunset steps in between the two girls and gently pushes Trixie back a half step. “That’s enough,” she says with a glare. “I realize that this is an inconvenience for you, but believe me that we’re doing everything we can to solve it.”
 
“So you are behind this mess,” Trixie says with a sneer. “It was obvious to Trixie from the beginning, though Trixie never imagined that Trixie would be caught up in this disaster as well.”
 
“Mm,” Sunset murmurs as she brings a hand to her chin, looking thoughtful. “You seem to be rather composed compared to the other girls. Maybe the magic is losing some of its potency as it goes on?”
 
After a moment of thought, Sunset turns back to Twilight and smiles.
 
“Sorry Twilight, I’m going to spend some time with Trixie to try and see if I can figure out another lead. You don’t mind, right?”
 
“Not at all,” the bimbo says with a laugh and a wave. “Take all the time that you need. The girls and I will manage just fine.”
 
“Great, see you!” Sunset says, pulling the rather aggravated Trixie down the opposite end of the hall.
 
“This isn’t over, Sparkle! Trixie knows the truth! Trixie will be watching you like a hawk, waiting for you to screw up!” Trixie howls, shaking her fist in the air. As they round the corner, Twilight lets out a heavy sigh and leans against the wall.
 
“What a mess,” she mutters, closing her eyes. After a moment, she brings her hands up to her breasts and gives them a small squeeze. They weren’t bad, per say, but even among her friends she was the smallest of the bunch. And now that bimbo magician is trouncing around with tits even bigger than hers!
 
“UGH!” Twilight grunts, slapping her hand against the wall. “If only Sunset hadn’t sealed that stupid book! If only I’d turned her when I had the chance!” Letting her arms drop to her sides, Twilight shakes her head and pushes herself up off the wall. Tapping her thigh, she reconsiders her situation.
 
“There’s no time to dwell on that. The book’s missing for the time being, and until I find it, I’ve got to work with what I have on hand. If Nurse Redheart, Miss Cheerilee, and Trixie are any indication, Principal Celestia is making a play to solidify her position as head bimbo.”
 
Pursing her lips, Twilight continues, “Perhaps this makes sense, seeing as how she is the Principal, but without a source to draw from, the magic is awkward and difficult to maintain. That could be why Trixie is fully aware of how she was prior to her transformation.”
 
“That could be a problem,” the brainy bimbo mutters, making a small, exasperated sound. “The last thing I need is any more trouble, but I can’t just sit back and let her take the school. Who knows what deviant schemes she has running through her mind for this place?”
 
With a small nod, Twilight resolves to tell her friends about the situation at lunch. While they had been trying to operate quietly, covertly changing a few students at a time, if Principal Celestia was going to make such large strides, it was clear that Twilight and her friends would have to expand her base.
 
“That will eventually include Sunset,” Twilight admits, though not quite reluctantly. “It might be difficult to have Spike search for the book by himself, but changing that troublesome girl into my bimbo bestie, ooh I’ve been waiting for this chance.”
 
With a small clap, Twilight turns and struts down the hall, eager to get to her lunch period so she could clue in the other five girls as to her latest scheme. With their help, there’s no way that Principal Celestia could make a power grab!
 
===
 
“Wh-what do you mean you don’t have any magic left?”
 
The five girls around the table squirm in their seats, only Rainbow Dash bothering to make eye contact with their fearless leader.
 
“Well, okay, look Twilight. When I get horny, I run really fast, and so I wanted to see if I could break my best time to date. So a little bimbo magic and I did!” The sporty bimbo crosses her arms over her chest and grins. “Totally worth it.”
 
“Ooh, me next, me next!” Pinkie squeals, her braless breasts jiggling as she bounces. “I had a party to plan, and nobody was having any fun, so I used an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny bit of bimboliciousness to stop it from being lame and make sure everyone came!”
 
Turning her attention to Fluttershy, Twilight sighs as the sheepish girl shrinks into her seat. “Do I want to know?” When the pink-haired bimbo shakes her head, Twilight waves her off and turns to the final two bimbos.
 
Making a stern face, Applejack props her heels up on the table and scowls at her purple-haired friend. “Now Twi, you remember what you told us when the book was sealed up? That we were supposed to stay low key and not rock the boat at all? Well me and Rare, we both did that.”
 
“Except for the perfume,” Rarity giggles, twirling a bit of her hair and still averting her eyes from Twilight’s. “That was a mistake on my part, but darling, you simply must understand that my curiosity got the better of me.”
 
“And I reckon the apples too,” Applejack sighs, glaring down at her shoes. “But aside from that, we’ve done what we can to be amiable and avoid trouble.”
 
There’s a brief pause that lingers in the air. Twilight scrunches up her face and manages to deepen her frown. “AJ, Rarity, what aren’t you telling me?”
 
The blonde bimbo begins to sweat as she gulps and pulls her feet back down to the floor. Rarity shifts her weight from side to side, finding it rather difficult to deal with being the center of attention amongst the other four girls. As she begins to flex her fingers, she feels a familiar, soft and slightly calloused hand wrap itself around hers. Applejack gives the fashionista a small smile, and Rarity can feel some of the tension leave the space between them. Turning back to their friends, Applejack speaks first.
 
“We got asked to fulfill a request for Celestia.”
 
Clenching her friend’s hand tightly, Rarity takes a deep breath and continues, “And so we did.”
 
Twilight groans and smacks her forehead, burying her face in her hand as she mutters several choice words to herself. Finally exhaling, she lifts her head and looks between the two bimbos.
 
“What on earth made you think that was a good idea?”
 
“Well, you were the one that had me working with Principal Celestia to turn Nurse Redheart in the first place,” Applejack mutters, glaring down at the table. “And when Rarity got found out about the perfume, it was only a matter of time until Principal Celestia would ask us to do something else.”
 
Furrowing her brow, Twilight makes several attempts to refute Applejack’s point, but stops herself each time. After a moment, she sighs and looks around the table.
 
“All right, maybe we’ve all made some mistakes then; I’m sorry that I haven’t been keeping a closer eye on all of you, to provide help when you need it.” The girls nod, and Twilight continues. “But the fact of the matter is that we all agreed that this was a good thing for the school. Once we change the school, this magic should keep the student body unified and therefore safe from any power-hungry residents of Equestria who might still be here in this world.”
 
“And the boobies are nice too!” Pinkie Pie chimes in, to small murmurs of approval from around the table.
 
“While that might be,” Twilight says, holding up her hand for silence, “without the book, and Sunset digging around to try and find why there are more bimbos appearing in the school without it, we can only make small gains towards our goal. That’s why I need you, all of you, to focus on channeling what little magic you have into something that we can use to make progress.”
 
Glancing about, the purple-haired bimbo spots a camera on the floor. Grinning, she picks it up and shakes it at the girls. “Like this, for instance. If we could get a bunch of students together for a classroom photo-op, then we could tu-”
 
“Excuse me,” a soft, yet stern voice calls from behind her. The girls turn their attention to the speaker, the short haired foreign exchange student from… Bavaria, or something. Narrowing her eyes, Photo Finish holds out her hand and speaks with an even, almost accentless tone. “Please return my camera to me.”
 
Twilight blinks, looking down at the battered object in her hand. In an age of digital everything, it’s strange to see an analog camera; the numerous knobs and switches giving the black and silver box a sense of history. Glancing at her friends, Twilight gives a small smile and covers the camera with her hands. There’s a small surge of pink light from the space between her palms before she hands the instrument back to the girl.
 
“Sorry about that,” she says with a smile. “I just found it, here.”
 
Photo Finish doesn’t waste any time taking the camera back and looking it over for damage. With a sigh and a smile, she meets Twilight’s eyes again. “No, I am. I was a little excited about capturing… ze moment.”
 
The white-haired girl closes her eyes, as if still picturing it in her head, entirely unaware of the quiet slip she’d made in her otherwise immaculate pronunciation. The Rainbooms decide not to say anything, and after a moment, Photo Finish snaps back to reality.
 
“Again, I am appreciative of your willingness to comply. I will go now.”
 
 With the photographer out of earshot, Twilight turns back to her friends and smiles. “See? That wasn’t so hard. From now on we’re going to work covertly to start putting this school on the right track to being safe and unassuming, okay?”
 
There’s a small murmur of agreement around the table, before Rarity raises her hand.
 
“Twilight, dear, do we have to operate within the confines of the school?”
 
Pressing a hand to her forehead, a deep part of Twilight wishes that Sunset would show up so that this discussion could be put to a quick end.
 
===
 
Photo Finish makes her way through the lunch room, again checking her camera over for any new damage. The beautiful moment when the light hit one of her peers just right to give them an almost ethereal appearance and she had missed it by not keeping a firm grip on her camera. Tugging at the frayed wrist-strap, Photo Finish thinks she probably ought to have it replaced. Certainly not for the first time, but it always seemed that something would come up to distract her from-
 
“Hiya PF!”
 
A squawk erupts from the white-haired girl’s throat as she throws up her hand. On instinct, she clutches the camera tight, unwilling to lose it again. Quietly cursing, the photographer glares at the two girls in front of her.
 
“Flitter. Cloudchaser.”
 
“Yo,” the girl who surprised her grins, her usually messy hair seeming somewhat thicker and more untamed than usual. Even with her lips pulled taut, Cloudchaser’s lower lip sticks out enticingly, glistening with a pale gloss. “Did I get’cha?”
 
“You’re okay, right?” the more demure of the pair smiles, her features seeming to stand out more against the moderate eye shadow and blush she was sporting. However, like her sister, Flitter’s lips are eye-catching, swollen to a delightful degree. Both girls seem unable to keep their lips together, instead resting comfortably in small, pouty ‘o’ shapes. Clearing her throat Photo Finish scowls.
 
“Very nearly, but I am carrying delicate equipment. You should be more cautious.”
 
Cloudchaser puffs out her cheeks, but then her eyes brighten at the sight of the camera. “Oh hey! You’re in the yearbook club, right?” Grabbing Flitter, Cloud pulls her squealing sister to her until they are chest to chest and cheek to cheek. With a smile, she points to the photographer.
 
“PF, you gotta capture this moment for us!”
 
“CC, I don’t really think she has to,” Flitter mumbles, her face going hot as she squirms against her sister’s grip. “I mean, I’m sure she has a lot to do…”
 
“Indeed,” Photo Finish grumbles. “I must get back to the photography clubroom, my staff are waiting for me.”
 
“See?”
 
“Aw, c’mon!” Cloudchaser whines. “It’s just one picture. You don’t even have to use it for anything!”
 
After a moment, Photo Finish sighs and brings the viewfinder up to her face. “Fine; if it will keep you quiet then I will take your picture.”
 
The spunky girl squeals and holds her wide-eyed sister tight. Because of their slim figures, the two of them are pressed together all the way from their knees to the middle of their torsos. With another sigh, the photographer depresses the button and—
 
FLASH!
 
Photo Finish blinks a few times, trying to shake off the surprising amount of light that had gone off. Muttering to herself, she lifts her glasses and rubs at her eyes before turning her attention back to the sisters.
 
“Awesome!” Cloudchaser grins, and hugs her sister. The movement looks somewhat awkward as the two chesty girls attempt to wrestle with the lack of space between their playground ball-sized breasts. Photo Finish blinks a few times, as if seeing the twins for the first time before Flitter smiles at her.
 
“Sorry, CC can be a little excitable. If you have time, maybe you could give us a copy?”
 
“Mm,” the white-haired girl grunts, shaking her head again as the two twins trot off towards another table. Something is wrong about this whole situation, though she feels unable to put her finger on it. Then, her eyes light up.
 
“Of course, the strap.”
 
With a determined resolve, the exchange student marches out of the noisy cafeteria and down to the more reserved portions of the building. Leaving behind the candy colored walls of the main hall and moving into the familiar, boring white brings with it a level of comfort. Photo Finish felt at home here. Upon arriving, she knocks briefly on the door before stepping inside.
 
“Ah, you made it,” Violet Blurr, the sassy pink-haired girl grins as she hops up from her seat. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”
 
“Photo Finish never misses a shoot,” Pixel Pizazz laughs, pigtails bobbing as she bounces over. “Isn’t that right?”
 
“Ja,” the white-haired girl chuckles, letting her accent slip out again. “It is good to have an opportunity to work with you two outside of the stage. This is far better than the bimbos in the cafeteria begging me to take their photographs.”
 
Pixel’s lip curls at the mention of the word ‘bimbo’. “Those girls are so, so trashy. I can’t believe that the Principal lets them walk around with their butts hanging out.”
 
“Right? I mean, I’ve heard of push-up bras, but these girls look like they’re trying to have their breasts touch their chins!” Violet adds with a cold laugh.
 
“All they are is hair and nails and leg and chest and skin,” Photo Finish scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Fashion is not just about physical appearance; it needs to convey a mystique, an atmosphere.”
 
The three fashionistas bob their heads in approval, nearly knocking them together in the process. Such are the perils of being similar heights. But, with the ‘we hate bimbos’ matter settled in short order, the two photogenic followers turn to their photographer. Pixel grins and raises an eyebrow. “So are we good to go?”
 
“Mm, though I am concerned about the flash.” Taking out the camera, she gives it a gentle shake. “I took a picture in the cafeteria and it seemed brighter than usual. Can I have one of you set up the tripod and take a picture of me so I can see for certain?”
 
Violet reaches out and picks up the camera, grinning. “Yeah, I can do it,” she says, even as she fumbles around with it. “You just want one, right?”
 
“Two or three, to be certain,” the photographer mutters, walking over to the grey backdrop set against one of the walls. As Pixel moves to get the tripod, Violet walks behind the white-haired girl and sets herself up to take a picture. Photo Finish turns and, after taking the time to smooth out her knee length skirt, strikes a pose and nods once. Violet presses the button—
 
And finds herself reeling from the bright light. Gritting her teeth, the pink-haired girl rubs at her eyes, waiting for the spots to fade. As she regains her sight, she lowers the camera to look at her friend.
 
“So, what did you think?”
 
Shaking her head the photographer gives a quiet grunt and mutters, “I, uh, I don’t know. It does seem a little bright but, maybe another?”
 
With a nod from Violet, Photo Finish takes a moment to primp herself. Twisting her bare shoulders towards the camera, she shifts her lower body to show off a bit more leg in her thigh length skirt. Positioning her hands behind her head, and purses her lips. After a moment, Violet takes the picture.
 
The flash seems less intense this time, though she hears Pixel cursing over her shoulder. Maybe it just took some getting used to? Her eyes clear up quickly and Violet pulls the camera away.
 
“Hmm,” the white-haired girl murmurs, tapping a lengthy nail against her puffy lower lip. She rubs her thighs together, staring at the camera with an almost lustful gaze. “Perhaps just, one more.”
 
“Oh come on!” Pixel whines, placing the tripod down and walking in front of the screen. Positioning herself back to back with Photo Finish, the pig-tailed girl grins at Violet. “I’m not going to let you dominate this shoot just because you’re feeling a little frisky, Photo. Gimmie your best shot!”
 
As the two girls position themselves, Violet sighs and tries not to look too disappointed. This was supposed to be a group effort, not just her snapping pictures. Still, the sooner Pixel’s happy, the sooner they can get started on some real artistry. Another flash, and Photo Finish steps away from Pixel with a smile on her lips.
 
“Marvelous, I think everything’s fine now,” she says, taking the camera and fixing it on top of the stand. She fiddles with the black and silver box for a few moments her knuckle length nails making it difficult to work with precision on the small instrument, but eventually seems satisfied. Taking Violet’s hand, she pulls the pink-haired girl in front of the camera and presses her cheek to hers.
 
“Smile, my little model,” the exchange student murmurs into the smaller girl’s ear; her subtly deep voice promising more than Violet could process before the flash bursts into her sight, blinding her again. As she waits for her eyes to clear, she feels the familiar weight of Photo Finish’s chest pushing into her back.
 
“Yes,” the photographer purrs, pushing herself away and walking over to Pixel. The pig-tailed girl is still shaking off the flash as well when Photo Finish hikes up her skinny leg and presses it against Pixel’s exposed thigh. The blue-haired girl blushes brightly as the camera goes off again, and Pixel shivers at the contact of Photo’s sturdy, almost tree-trunk thighs pressed against her own.
 
“Wunderbar,” Photo Finish laughs, reaching down and squeezing the girl’s exposed backside. Strutting out between the two girls, the swimsuit clad photographer poses again. “More pictures, we must take more!”
 
Pixel needs no coaxing, playfully flicking her micro-skirt up as the camera goes off again and again. Her once flat, unremarkable backside begins to push outward, forcing even the short bit of fabric to rise up as her panties disappear between her cheeks. Make-up dusts her face, generous swaths of eye shadow stretching out past her eyelids, giving them a sharper, more angular appearance. As her shirt begins to expose more of her belly, and her breasts begin to bulge, the pig-tailed girl twirls her now arm length hair and purses her lips for the camera.
 
Violet does her best to keep up, flash after flash exposing more skin and causing her breasts to swell. Like her friends, her face is made up in short order, but unlike them her body remains slender, almost small. While her thighs and legs do become sturdy and strong, her shoulders and chest remain petite. But what she lacks in size and height, Violet strives to make up for in volume.
 
Her small size makes her chest seem even larger, while slender, angular features make themselves known in her face and neck. Licking her lips, Violet reaches up and toys with the long tendrils of hair sliding down towards the middle of her back, as well as the singular ponytail which brushes against the back of her thighs. The pleasant buzz of being in front of the camera again is enough to make the small girl and her equally tight honey pot clench in delight.
 
And yet, as all good things do, the reel comes to an end. There are a few quiet clicks from the camera before Photo Finish comes off her high, the girl now towering over her friends, so much so that the petite Violet finds herself comfortably at chest level, a position that the white-haired girl had often taken advantage of.
 
“Ahh, that’s it,” Pixel sighs, her short skirt failing to cover her enormous backside. “I was hoping to get a few more shots of my best side.” Turning profile, she thrusts out her chest and bottom, winking at her friends. “Pretty good, right?”
 
“Ja,” Photo Finish nods, her accent now incredibly thick as she reaches out and cradles Pixel’s cheek in her palm. “You are wonderful, darling. A bottom bimbo if ever there was one.”
 
Blushing at the praise, the pig-tailed girl twirls her hair again, resisting the urge to bite on her finger nail. Turning to Violet, Photo Finish wraps her into a hug, forcing the smaller girl’s face into her chest.
 
“And you, my little dear, are plucky as always.”
 
Violet attempts to reply, but buried in the photographer’s mountain of flesh, she can only whimper and attempt to dig her face in deeper. Photo Finish strokes her head a few times before pinching her backside and laughing.
 
“Good, very good. We will do wonderful things for the yearbook together this year.”
 
The two girls nod in agreement as their leader moves over to the camera. As she takes it off the stand, the room and atmosphere changes to something more appropriate for a bimbo project center. Hues of red and pink replace the drab white and grey, and a rich purple runner makes its way against the bottom of the walls. The grey backdrop shifts to a dark purple and red curtain, creating an eye catching look in the otherwise bright room. The room itself actually shrinks a little, as the room in the corner expands into the previously occupied space.
 
But none of that matters to the girls; this is, after all, their space and it’s always been like this. Humming to herself, Photo Finish rewinds the film and glances back to the corner. Pursing her lips, the fashionista bimbo considers her options.
 
“It would be good,” she mutters, “to switch out my film and go take more pictures. Or perhaps a video camera…”
 
Stepping up behind her, Pixel wraps her arms around the bare middle of Photo Finish before letting her hands slide down to her barely covered cooter.
 
“It would be better,” the pig-tailed girl responds, “to develop a few photographs of three sexy girls.”
 
“And best,” Violet chimes in, “if we made use of the bed in the darkroom while we waited!”
 
The leggy photographer sighs, reaching out and caressing her two bimbo models. “Ja, those are both good things. We go.”
 
Giggling, the three girls make their way back to the darkroom. As they pass by the desk near the back, Photo Finish reaches out and grabs a camera strap from the pile. After all, it would be terrible if something happened to this camera of hers.
 
===
 
Some time later, Vice-Principal Luna stands in her sister’s office, having just caught the elder of the pair up on the recent occurance.
 
“Photography bimbos?” Celestia scowls, raising an eyebrow. “What does that even look like?”
 
Luna shrugs and begins rattling off concepts. “Obsessed with fashion, physical appearance, being the center of attention-”
 
“So a regular bimbo,” the Principal sighs. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. Did you confiscate the camera?”
 
“Mm, though a few students were affected by it before I could get my hands on it,” Luna responds, pulling the camera out and dangling it in front of her sister. “It seems that this way of changing is slower, so most of the students won’t notice that anything’s different, but a few might.”
 
“So this is Miss Sparkle’s big scheme? Gradually turn everyone in the school through photographs?” Huffing, the amazonian Principal crosses her arms under her chest and frowns. “That will disrupt the order of things. We can’t have that.”
 
Shaking her head, Luna offers a smile. “So, should I call Cadence?”
 
“Leave that for tomorrow. As much as I’d like to trust her with this responsibility, I’m not sure that she can keep her mouth shut until it’s time.”
 
“Of course, sister, I’m just eager to get started on putting Miss Sparkle in her place.”
 
“As am I,” Celestia smiles, steepling her fingers. “With any luck, after tomorrow we can focus on making Canterlot High a safe, happy, pleasant place.”
 
“With lots of sex?”
 
“Truckloads.”
 
“That’s why I’m on board with you, sister,” Luna responds, her grin wide as can be. Excusing herself, the younger sister makes her way back to her own office. She’s quick to add the camera to the bin of confiscated materials. As she closes the drawer, the camera bounces down, front-first. The shake of the drawer shutting causes the camera to flash, the objects beneath it glowing with a pink light.