Bimbo Time Warp: Wild West


                                            >The Saloon's door slapped open loudly against the walls, making the people inside silent and look from their drinks and card rounds.


                                            >The weary gunfighter scanned the building with a suspicious eye. Years of being on the wrong side of the law had taught her that a tough bimbo could get away from the tight spot, but a smart bimbo could get a profit out of it.


                                            >She slowly strolled through the Saloon, thumbs plated at the sides of her assless chaps, spurs clanking with every step. The girl smirked as she felt the hungry eyes of patrons, already knowing her job might be easier than she had initially thought.


                                            >She was kind of an oddity for the harsh people of the west. Her arms and stomach were skinny in contrast to her fat orbs squeezed by a yellow flannel shirt and framed by a leather blazer. As it was said before, she wore chaps with a pistol at each side, and no ass or crotch coverage, leaving her pussy bare for everyone to see, like it was challenging any brave man to try and tame her, like a wild horse.


                                            >The cowboy smirked at the rather apt comparison.


                                            >Lastly, there was her ass bounding with every step, tents raising in pants of every man, and the feeling of inferiority in every woman.


                                            >Finally, The Cowgirl reached the bar counter and placed her tempting backside on the adjacent high chair. Obviously, it was too small to contain her butt, but she managed.


                                            >The Bartender, a middle-aged man with a mustache cleaning a glass with a dirty cloth, and spared her a glance.


                                            >The bimbo looked at him from under her black hat and said:


                                            >"I'lhve de stngest botl o Whisky."


                                            >The Bartender stopped moving and looked at her with a cocked brow.


                                            >"What?"


                                            >Crimson spread across the cowgirl's face. The mocking coquetry disappearing in an instant, leaving nothing but lethal doses of embarrassment.


                                            >"I-ekhem Idlk a "


                                            >The mustache on the Bartender's face twitched. He looked at the busty girl like she was stupid. He wondered if he should call for the Sheriff, but before he could think further than that, a second figure stood next to the cowgirl and leaned on the counter. The Bartender choked at the amount of flesh spilling on the surface.


                                            >"Please, forgive my companion, Mister." The woman said mischievously. She was wearing a tight black and red corset, pushing her impossible large breast up. Her ass was hidden behind a curtain of a red frilly dress, though even with its heroic effort the piece of clothing was unable to hide the glorious rump. It's worth noting that just like her companion, she carried her pussy completely exposed." Poor dear, been so long on the road that her tongue parched like a fish in the desert." The redhead's lips painted with hot her lipstick twitched into a toothy smile." Even with my best effort, I could do nothing to prevent that. Please, a big glass of water and six shots of whiskey for little me. Be quick and I might even throw a 'tip'." The last word purred out of her throat as she winked at the Bartender, who almost tripped, in hurry.


                                            >Sunset watched the man move before turning around, catching people watching her. She smirked and leaned her backside on the edge of the counter, presenting her lady bit for anyone interested. She even shifted her legs for a better view. It's going to be easy. But first, fun before fun.


                                            >She looked right and looked straight into bespectacled eyes. And burst into laughter.


                                            >"Oh-ohhh for Celestia's glorious flanks, Twitwi." She said between laughs. She lifted a finger to her eyes, carefully to not ruin her make-up." What was that?"


                                            >"I..." Twilight looked away, trying to hide her blush.


                                            >"Oh, ohh Maan. AJ's gonna kill you for butchering her speech like that." Sunset noted, leaning over the counter, making her breasts almost spill from the tight corset.


                                            >"Ohh laugh all you want. I don't see you- I don't see you even trying to fit in."


                                            >"I don't need to try." She said when the Bartender came back. With their drinks. Sunset picked the little glass, winked, and threw her head back. With the supple balance between her soft parts and the stiff garment destroyed, her breasts did what they'd been threatening to do the whole day and let loose. Nipples glint with double-ended studs." I already fit in. Mind if I do a little business in your nice tabernacle?" She asked the bartender.


                                            >"But only with a profit."


                                            >You know it, Sweetheart."


                                            >The mustached man nodded and went away.


                                            >"See?"


                                            >Twilight watched her glass of what passed for water in this time period. It was grey-brown and... Twilight sighed.


                                            >"Whatever." She shifted in her seat and reached deep into her bosom. With a tug, she pulled a stiff weathered bookmark." We have to focus. If what this book is true, all we have to is 'bond with a resident of the Time Period' and we can move on to the next level. Now, what can that mean?" Twilight tapped a finger against her chin. Sunset hold a whiskey shot in the air, thinking. Twilight looked at her. Sunset looked back.


                                            >"Sex?"


                                            >"Sex."


                                            >"That was easy. But who-"


                                            >Her ruminations were interrupted by a sound of heavy steps. The two Time Travelers looked at the entrance and their jaws dropped.


                                            >He was a middle height fellow, wearing a blue armless blazer with a silver star over his tanned body. It was a body of a strong resistant man adorned with scars. His face was hidden behind a hat and a mustache that was thick enough to almost hide his mouth. He shifted his head showing a pair of blue intelligent and wary eyes. If the star on his chest was not obvious enough people shouting 'Sheriff' in a friendly manner definitely was.


                                            >Both girls watched him walk up to the counter where the Bartender wordlessly handed a bottle and a glass. The man took it, shot them a quick glance, and moved on to the lonely desk in the back.


                                            >"Dibs/Dibs." The Bimbos said in unison and exchanged heated glances.


                                            >"Look, Twilight it's obvious I can handle this better. I should do it."


                                            >"And let you do all the work. No, no. I insist. Let me do it."


                                            >"Twilight, I love you but look at him. One of those taciturn guys. To get to him you need someone even tougher."


                                            >"No offense but it's the opposite. Someone softer will have easier to melt his hard exterior. He's a sheriff after all."


                                            >Sunset grumbled. They were getting nowhere. So she pulled a rusty coin.


                                            >"Head or Tails?"


                                            >The coin flipped in the air, for a second resisting the natural force until inevitably losing and going back down. Right on Sunset's wrist. She covered it with the opposite hand before slowly taking it back. Both girls hold their breath. Twilight leaned forward to see the result. Sunset's head fell.


                                            >"Damn." The Redhead cursed. The smart girl felt like her heart begin to soar, only for it to be shot down.


                                            >"You lost, Twilight." Sunset grinned, showing her the coin. Twilight, in response, moaned as her face slamming into the counter, breasts pushing up towards her chin in the process. Sunset patted her on the back. "There, there, you slutty girl. You'll get your chance next one."


                                            >The heart-broken girl rolled her head until an eye popped out. It made Sunset stop smirking. It was the size of a teapot, bringing to mind the eyes of a child that mother's told she would buy another ice cream after the first one had dropped on the ground.


                                            >"Promise?"


                                            >Sunset's heart skipped a beat. Damn, she looked like a puppy. Or Fluttershy. Like Fluttershy holding a puppy. She could kill a dozen Man with her revolvers, but her eyes could kill dozens.


                                            >"Would I ever lie to my little horny nerd?" Sunset leaned forward and planted a single, apologetic kiss earning a tiny laugh of needy delight. The nerd bounced her body off the counter and stuffed the book back in the valley of her cleavage. Who said that huge breasts were not practical? Probably someone with a small bust.


                                            >Twilight took the glass of dirty water and took a tiny sip, gagging at the taste.


                                            >"Ok, Miss Hot, Red and confidant. How are you going to do it?"


                                            >Sunset didn't answer right away. She pressed another vodka glass against her plump lips. The simple mix of water and ethanol had already set the embers inside her into a small fire. The simplest solution would be to simply walk up to the Man and work her charms. Sunset was confident in her natural charisma, and with the hot outfit would get through the thickest of heads.


                                            >But the pleasant buzz of alcohol was making itself known. A steady warmth that spread with her heartbeat made Bimbo feel energized. Adventurous. Her eyes scanned the saloon - a broad place filled with tables and chairs. The bar counter was on the left from the entrance. A Small stage was on her left as she stood, not much, barely a platform. And a piano between those two.


                                            >Sunset smirked. They were in a game, so why not have some fun? She threw her head back, breasts free from the confines of her corset bounced, almost knocking the glass out of her hand. Almost. She gulped the vodka shot in one go. Wetting her puffy lips, she hit the counter with the vodka glass and asked:


                                            >"Can you play the piano?"


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                                            >The sound of the piano filled the smoky air. Every man and woman occupied with cards and/or drinking looked up. Twilight's heart raced in her chest, threatening to break her rib cage and dig through the fat to escape. It's been ages since had played and on a piano. She was more into a violin these days. Hopefully, people will be too preoccupied with how rusty her skills have gotten how rusty.


                                            >Said girl marched on the stage. She strutted, exuding confidence as she rolled her broad hips from side to side.


                                            >"Evening everyone. My name's Sunset Shimmer." She purred, her voice warm and inviting. Even without a microphone (and with terrible acoustic), her voice was loud and clear. "I would love to sing a song in honor of our dear Sheriff." She said, winking at the law bringer. "But you're free to enjoy it, too." There was a rumble of appraise as she nodded to her friend.


                                            >There was a second of silence before The bespectacled cowgirl began to play. Sunset used the moment to take a calming breath. It was a simple, happy composition, something that Twilight could play without practice. She was a girl of many talents, Sunset noted.


                                            >The Redhead's voice was low as she focused on the notes escaping her puffy lips. The crowd listened, enthralled by the sound, like sailors bewitched by sirens. The Greek ones, not the teenagers.


                                            >After few lines, when she was sure that everyone (but especially the Sheriff) was unable to focus on anything but her, The Red Temptress began strutting towards the audience. Her steps were wide, confident, practically showboating her long supple fishnet-clad legs.


                                            >The song slowed as she walked among the crowd, hips bumping against the hypnotized bodies, to suddenly stop in front of a sitting blond woman. It took the Blonde a second to grasp the fact that the singer locked her gaze on her and another second for her skin to start sweating when Sunset closed the remaining distance between them.


                                            >The Woman shuddered from the mix of adoration and intimidation. The mix became much more volatile, when Sunset lifted her leg, at the same time exposing the roundness of her cheek. Her heel stomped at the bottom of the occupied chair. Right between the Blonde's legs. Barely an inch from the aroused lips.


                                            >Sunset didn't stop singing, didn't even falter, as she leaned forward until their faces were on the same level. The new position forced Sunset's corset compressed a beautiful line of cleavage to push up even higher. An inch more and they-


                                            >The Woman yelped as her chair rocked backward, caused by the push of the leg.


                                            >No one seemed to notice.


                                            >Sunset resumed her stroll, hand running down, gripping its way across her soft-muscled middle and down to her cooch. It took some discipline to not off the tempo as the chill run down her spine. Her fingers were wet, very wet. She had a suspicion if she turned around, she would find a wet trail if she turned around.


                                            >Calm Girl, Sunset mentally reprimanded herself this was just the foreplay. The real fun was there.


                                            >Setting her eyes on the target, the Fierce Bimbo began her approach, one high-heeled step after the last one. She shot him a look that could both arouse and kill. Maybe it was a trick of the dim light, but she would bet her pony ears that she saw the tanned man gulp. Somewhere, out there, certain Siren felt threatened.


                                            >The song was reaching its final notes. Sunset placed her hand on the table. While her second hand run across her breasts and the hidden tummy, one finger 'accidentally' pulling the sting holding her black and corset together. The stained garment released from its monumental task, let out a snapping sound in tandem with the last world. The perky mounds bounced free, cascading for everyone to see, but mostly the one person in front of her.


                                            >The music stopped.


                                            >Then came the applause. It was earthshaking, and the whole saloon was just as in love with the Redhead.


                                            >The first thing Sunset did after the applause died was to ask:


                                            >"Did you like my performance, Sheriff?"


                                            >Neither The Sheriff nor Sunset had much desire to stay at the Saloon after her little show. Wordless messages had been exchanged, and the Man led her to the back of the building, only the bright Moon as their witness. By the time they arrived, he was wearing nothing but socks and the blazer, and when he pinned Sunset to the wall, his member rubbed its underside back and forth across the girls’ glistening folds.


                                            >"Fuck me. Ram that cock inside of me and make me your slut." Sunset Shimmer said as she rolled her hips forward as she pressed down upon this thick shaft, coating Sheriff's length with her nectar and coaxing the older man to slip inside of her.


                                            >"...fuck’s sakes, Missy." Unable to resist such eager invitation, Sheriff backed his hips up and pressed his tip to the redhead’s folds, lining himself up for deep, intense insertion. As soon as he did, the girl’s legs spread so she could reach one of them around the Man’s waist, as her ankle hooked behind Sheriff’s back and help her to thrust inside. As her pussy began gobbling up the meaty shaft, The Man was left grunting in delight, moving his hands forward to firmly wrap his strong arm around her back.


                                            >With his length lodged deep inside, his hands lowered down to the curve of an ample rump, and as his fingers sunk in against the warm, soft flesh, his hips bucked forward to make sure he was as deep as she could manage. Judging by the gasp that broke from bimbo’s throat, he certainly seemed to be.


                                            >"Fuck me, Sheriff! You’re so big! Pound me hard." Sunset hissed and buried her face against the man’s throat. She was kissing, suckling, nibbling at the tanned flesh as her hands slid down Man’s back, letting her nails tease over the flesh and draw thin white lines, which soon faded. Her hips rolled from side to side and squeezed her walls around that throbbing member. "Pound me until I can't walk!"


                                            >This girl was a lusty thing, indeed. Sheriff groaned in wild delight and, with a few more short, hungry strikes of his cock an orgasm overtook both of them as his length stretched her lover’s pussy, spurt after spurt of thick, white cum. Sunset leg locked firmly into place behind Sheriffs’ back to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere. She was going to make sure the man stayed hilted within her the entire time until every last drop was inside.


                                            >“Fuck, yessss... Fuck..." The slightly sweaty redhead shook her head, fat lips curled into a smile as cum seeped from her slit. "That was a good warm-up." Sunset said, letting her partner go until his cock popped out of her pussy and making quite a puddle on the ground. "Bu just a warm-up,"


                                            >Without warning, she caught the Sheriff by the shoulders and hauled him against the wall before kneeling on the dirty ground. The needy cock was still standing tall and proud, throbbing and in need even after the recent action.


                                            >Sunset licked her lips, happy obligate.


                                            ----------


                                            >It was late at night. Twilight Sparkle was sitting on the step of the Saloon, reading the game manual in hopes to learn something valuable and to kill the boredom. And the boredom was doing a great job to stay alive until The smart girl heard the familiar sound of heels. She looked right where a tall figure with known to her curves stood in the shadow of the building.


                                            >"Did you have fun?" She asked in a tone that could be described as barely restrained jealousy.


                                            >Twilight first noticed a change in her face. In contrast to many other bimbos, Sunset didn't use much make-up. Twilight suspected it was because her face was already perfect and knew Sunset had the same opinion. But now, her pony friend had a very prominent dark eye-shadow in stark contrast to her pale skin. Skin that was pink, almost red, barely an hour ago. Or had a little mole, at the corner of her upper lip. Speaking of lips, they were fat and plump so much she could close them completely, forming a little hole between the red pluckers and something dripping from it.


                                            >"Sunset, what happened? You look different." The nerdy cowgirl said, taking much more interest in her friend's body. She was taller and most of that length seemed to be in her legs. Her thighs looked thicker, with soft, round thighs, and hips would cause problems if she tried to walk through doorways. The same could be said about her breasts. They looked even bigger, rising towards her chin with unnatural bounce, looking almost fake. Twilight wasn't sure if it was the sudden growth of her body parts or Sunset's waist shrunk to an almost doll-like degree. Maybe it was both.


                                            >Sunset wasn't one to answer as she pressed her body against the smaller girl, arms wrapping around Twilight. The nerdy girl had a moment to think they felt more delicate, feminine even but still strong enough to drag her friend into a kiss. Lips parted, and Twilight was assaulted with the salty taste of cum. Twilight moaned at the strong flavor, the thick load mixed with Sunset's saliva feeling her mouth where it was thoroughly mixed by an alien tongue.


                                            >After her mouth was empty, Sunset let her friend go, tongue rolling across her new plucker to collect the remaining semen.


                                            >"Feeling better, sweetheart?" Sunset asked after the other girl swallowed her snack. She wanted to cheer her up after the lost opportunity.


                                            >Twilight smiled. "Yeah, Thanks for that. I really needed that. I understand the deed's done."


                                            >Sunset put a hand on her hip, then leaned forward presenting her changed breasts.


                                            >"How can you tell?"


                                            >"Fascinating. It appears that our bodies change depending on the Time Period." She said, opening the manual. "Wonder what is the-"


                                            >Her considerations were cut short by an intense light behind her. She turned around and sure enough, a vortex of light was there, patiently waiting for them to move.


                                            >"Guess, we will time to learn. GO, TEAM!" Sunset quipped.


                                            >"Be sure to let everyone have their turn, OK?" Twilight said and entered the vortex.