>the door chime rang on a quiet day at the Carousel Boutique
>”Just a minute!” Rarity said in a sing-song voice as she finished a complicated stitch on a positively dashing hat
>”No rush,” replied a female voice
>Rarity finished her work, removed her glasses and turned to the new customer
>”Welcome to Rarity’s boutique! Where everything is sleek, chique, tres magnifique, with an air of mystique and never bleak! How can I help… *gasp*, A.K. Yearling? Is that you?”
>the conservatively dressed alter ego of the adventurous Daring Do offered a polite wave, but kept looking around
>”Hi, sorry to intrude, but I need a favour.”
>”Hmm, I’m sure I can direct you towards Rainbow Dash, I-“
>”No, actually,” Yearling said. “I need *your* help with something important.”
>”Well, if it’s fashionable exploration attire, I most certainly am the one you’re looking for!”
>Rarity magically pulls in a rack of spangly, glittery outfits
>Yearling winced at the shininess, let alone the vibrant colours
>”You do realise the point of an explorers outfit is to blend in? You know, to make yourself less obvious to predators and bad guys?”
>”If that’s the point of an exploring, and not showing a flamboyance akin to the birds of paradise, then I suppose that may well be why I’m not exactly a fan of the Daring Do novels… uh, no offence. They’re just not for me, darling!”
>Yearling rolled her eyes and said, “none taken. But stories aside, I really do need you to help recover an artefact.”
>”Are you quite certain you’re not here for Rainbow Dash? I’m hardly the type for dusty old ruins and dustier objet d’art et antiquity.”
>”That’s exactly the thing. It’s currently in the clutches of black market dealer and collector with a taste for the high life, one Embezzle Gloam. She’s a client of yours.”
>”Really? I’m not familiar with that name…” Rarity tapped her chin as she headed over to her counter, magically lifted a few books and flipped through them, filled with clients names, then shrugged
>Yearling folded her arms and added, “try under ‘Noma De’Plume.’”
>Rarity did so, and looked aghast
>”Then consider her struck from my preferred customer lists! No black market dealer shall darken my mannequins. And besides, black is currently out of fashion. Deep greys are the new black, my dear, and I have-”
>Yearling cleared her throat and interrupted, “look, I need you to help me sneak into one of Embezzle’s parties. She’s stolen a tribal artefact and I need to retrieve it, and because she is, or I guess *was*, a preferred client lf yours, I wanted you to invite yourself, and make me your plus one.”

>Rarity gasped, “a fashionable soirée and a worthy cause? She does keep asking if I could attend to meet some of her friends, but I never found the time. I suppose if it’s important, I could dazzle the crowds with my new fashion line as you purloin the artefact.”
>Yearling perked up. “Great! We can take a train to Fillydelphia, infiltrate the party and recover the artefact this weekend, and- what are you doing?”
>Rarity was measuring Yearling’s body
>”If you’re to be my plus one, you’ll need appropriately glamorous attire. And your supple, well toned jungle-exploring physique simply *demands* the right level of exposure to show of those firm arms and thighs. I care not if we’re there under archaeologically solicitous yet adventurously duplicitous motives, you need to shine on your own merits, Ms. Yearling.”
>”What about being able to conceal the artefact?.”
>Rarity telekinetically pulled yet another rack , which an assortment of decorative bags
>”I have accessories for every occasion and outfit, darling!”
>Yearling grumbled as she was poked and pulled about 
>”I’m regretting this already…”
That weekend, in a private cabin on the train…
>”This is what we’re after,” Daring says, placing a book in front of Rarity and not currently incognito
>Daring was dressed in one of Rarity’s best lilac cocktail dresses, with one exposed shoulder revealing her well toned arms, and her grey hair neatly kept up with ornate chopsticks, and her small, pert bust fashionably exposed for a little cleavage, all tied together on a 5’4 body
>compared to Daring Do’s slim but hardy physique, Rarity was trim throughout and dainty, if taller at 5’8, wrapped in a red dress
>she studied the book for a moment and blushed
>”It’s very… risque *and* rustic, I must confess. Not exactly what I had in mind.”
>it was a statuette of a strong looking and absurdly curvy woman, carrying a child, who was latched into one huge teat, while another small figure stood beside her, up to her hip
>”Some motherhood statue no doubt,” Rarity said and twirled her luscious locks. “Two sons at that, by the looks of it.”
>”Actually, the small standing figure is meant to represent her husband.”
>”He’s… a Pygmy or something?”
>”Nope. It’s of the Dockasa Amarezon tribe, and that’s a ritual fetish of theirs, said to grant bountiful fertility and strength.”
>Rarity tittered. “Then fetish is right. Can you *imagine* how absurd it would be to have a woman that tall and full figured around? Merely the logistics of remaining clothed! I have enough trouble keeping Pinkie clad in dignified and respectable manner, considering her ballooning weight during the party off-season to her trimming down post Winter-wrap-up.”

>Daring shrugged. “All the same, it’s important for the tribe it was recently evicted from their native lands by a natural disaster. They have re-settled, but this was one of the pieces that was missing afterwards. I don’t know how Embezzle got her hands in it, or why, but I’m going to correct this.”
>”That’s more noble than your usual thrilled-filled jaunts.” Rarity eyed Daring Do with suspicion. “This fetish isn’t going to your personal collection, is it?”
>”I resent that,” Daring snipped back. “This tribe saved my life when I was bitten by a wandering hoof-splitter spider, so I owe them.”
>satisfied, Rarity nodded. “Point taken. Now, we’re wearing our dresses for the party, but for the heist itself, I put together these experimental pieces!”
>Rarity produced two extremely thin and shiny one-piece suits, one in each of their dress colours
>”A- are those catsuits?”
>”Rarity chirped, “yes there are-! Perfect for slinking through vents and crevasses! They’re tear resistant and surprisingly breathable whilst compacting down any extra curvature. We can even put them on under our dresses and simply roll up the sleeves.”
>”You realise catsuits aren’t really used in heists, right?”
>”But the villains wear them in the Shadow Spade novel, ‘A Clean Sweep: The Locked Broom Mystery’! The suits were instrumental in the lack of evidence Spade found at the scene despite the grubbiness of the crooks with their entrapment of fingerprints, hair and more. We’ll leave nary a bit of dander with these fabulous articles on.”

>”I’m not wearing that.”
>”Hmph!” Rarity turned her nose up. “Well, I shall, and we’ll see who gets away from this caper without a trace!”
>she pulled the privacy curtain around, and the cabin was filled with the sound of creaking fabric and Rarity’s grunts of effort
>then the curtain opened as she rolled up the sleeves and left the leggings as tights that meshed in very well with her dress
>Daring rolled her eyes. “Let’s just keep focused on the prize and hopefully you won’t even need your silly catsuits.”
That night, in Fillydelphia
>”Rarity!” Embezzle said and approached the fashionista with her arms outstretched
>the red and purple haired older woman, stick thin but over 6ft tall, hugged Rarity
>”I’m so glad you finally accepted one of my invitations! I have so many friends eager to meet the genius behind my favourite gowns!”
>Rarity hugged back and put on a genial demeanour. “The fashion empire won’t conquer itself, Ms. De’Plume. It’s only now that I have a few peers helping me run it I’ve found time to finally attend.”
>”Oh, I sympathise! Great women like us must keep a finger on the pulse of our great works. And please, just call me Noma.” Embezzle stared at Daring. “Who’s your friend?”
>”I’m surprised you don’t know her, Noma. As a fellow author, I would have met A.K. Yearling.”
>”Oh, of course. The writer of those *simple* adventure yarns, yes? I’ve never read them, but they’re popular enough to justify their existence.” Embezzle narrowed her eyes. “Financially, anyway.”
>Daring offered her hand to shake. “Noma De’Plume. Your travel journals have inspired me to go to *so* many exotic places. And to take a great deal from them… experiences, I mean.”
>”Naturally!” Embezzle said as she daintily shook Daring’s hand. “Every new and exciting land demands to be seen and explored to the utmost, so that we, of course, return home richer. From our memories, I mean. Though I suppose you know a great deal about that.”
>the tension was already high, and Rarity gulped as she realised the pair almost certainly recognised each other

>”Shall we enter? There’s a dreadful chill out tonight.”
>the two explorers glanced at Rarity, and they both suddenly smiled and broke apart
>”Oh, of course! Where are my manners.” Embezzle snapped her fingers and the guards at the door opened the way, and the three entered
>inside the mansion was a selection of high society folk, but also (as noted by Daring) mercenaries and warlords from beyond Princess Celestia’s domain
>it was also decorated head to toe in priceless relics from all over the world
>in one wing, though, they find the Amarezon fetish
>naturally it’s protected, watched by guards and encased in security glass
>even worse, every attempt Daring made to approach even one display was met with one of Embezzle’s staff looming over her shoulder
>even Rarity’s best (and overly dramatic) attempts to distract we’re met with indifference
>and as the night came to a close, it all seemed hopeless
>but then came thunder, hail and lightning
>”May I have your attention, please,” announced Embezzle’s butler. “It has been announced on the radio that all trains to and from Fillydelphia have been cancelled.”
>Embezzle pouted for a split second, then said, “well, I wouldn’t be much of a host if I didn’t offer my home for you to stay the night, friends.”
>most of the guests had their own forms of transport, but several accepted
>Rarity gratefully accepted as well, and once the night fully ended, they were escorted to the guest rooms
>once alone, Rarity sighed and said, “that’s fortunate. For a moment, I thought this whole endeavour would come unstuck.”
>Daring smirked. “I may have asked for your help directly, but I didn’t come unprepared. I called in a favour with a mutual acquaintance.”
>Rarity raised an expertly plucked eyebrow
>”I asked Dash to push in a weather front. It would either cover our escape or force our stay. Now, we change tactics.”
>Daring stood in one of the beds under a sizeable air vent
>”As I guessed, the vents are big enough for us to squeeze through.”
>”That seems impractical.”
>Daring smirked down at Rarity. ”It is if she designed them that way to sneak into guests’ rooms at night to steal any treasures from them.”
>”Ah… you’ve done your research.”
>”Yep. Now we change tactics, and this becomes a real heist. We need to remain unseen and traceless until the storm passes at 2am.”
>”Traceless?”
>”That’s right.”
>Rarity cleared her throat, and as Daring turned around to look at her, she grimaced
>the Element of Generosity smugly held out Daring’s unworn catsuit from her bag, and Daring rolled her eyes

>”Ugh, does she *ever* dust in here?”
>”Shh.”
>”Eew! Is that a cobweb in my hair!?”
>”Shh!”
>the cramped ducts, as clearly designed as they were for sneaking through to steal from guests, served just as well for Daring and Rarity; they were solid and made to muffle their movements
>yet progress was… slow
>as Rarity stopped and plucked more detritus from her luxurious indigo hair
>Daring Do hissed under her breath, ”you realise you’re just going to get more in there when we pass back through, right? Be quiet!”
>”But what if we get caught! I want to look presentable-“
>”We’re supposed to-! Ugh! If we get caught, you’ll have more to worry about than messy hair. Right, we’re here.”
>Daring gently applied force to the vent cover until it popped free, and they dropped into a narrow space between the rooms
>they followed through a few turns, before Daring stopped and thought to herself for a moment
>”if I’m right, we should be right by it.”
>Rarity primmed and fiddled with her hair again, and replied, “after you, darling.”
>unfastening a bolt on a false wall, Daring cracked open the trick door into the wing with the fetish
>it was dark and silent, so the pair squeezed out the passage and Daring set upon the display case with a set of small tools
>following the plan, Rarity held the door with her magic and listened out
>after a few minutes, Daring blew a low, satisfied whistle, and pulled the case open
>then gasped and snagged a small, well hidden pressure switch as it rattled and threatened to trigger the alarm
>”Rarity!” She uttered. “Take the fetish and head to the secret passage while I get this under control!”
>Rarity grabbed the fetish
>only to yelp
>It was like a static shock ran up her arm
>”You okay?”
>”Uh, yes! Sorry, I think I pricked my finger.”
>the fetish didn’t look sharp
>it was smooth and round
>Rarity checked her hand and immaculate manicure, saw nothing amiss, placed the fetish in her fashionable satchel, then jogged to the passage
>Daring Do took out a replica from her bag, put it in the original’s place, secured the case and followed Rarity, closing the secret door behind them
>Rarity hadn’t realised she must have been holding her breath
>her outfit felt… tight for some reason
>but with that success, they made their way back towards their room

>”Eew, eew!” Rarity danced about as she picked and pulled dust bunnies and webs from her hair
>Daring rolled her eyes as she peeled herself out of her catsuit
>she would have poked fun, but had to say, “good job. We’ve done the hard part, now we just pretend nothing happened and leave in the morning, and I’ll be getting that fetish back to its rightful owners. Thanks, Rarity, you’ve been a great help.”
>having cleaned herself as best as possible, Rarity calmed down and replied, “Of course, darling. Glad to be of service.”
>she felt a strange wave of nausea and… vertigo?
>”But right now, I could use some sleep. All this excitement has taken it’s toll.”
>”Good point. We just need to stow the item, just in case. Let’s see…” Daring lifted the carpet, and ran her fingers over the floorboards
>she soon found a loose one beneath Rarity’s bed and popped it open
>Rarity handed her the bag, then went to get undressed
>yet she just didn’t have the energy to remove her catsuit
>it was brew breathable, and comfortable
>Rarity shrugged and climbed into her bed, and passed out once her head hit the pillow
-
>roaming, firm hands
>tender, loving kisses
>hungry, eager tongues
>Rarity was enraptured in the feeling
>”Ah… more.”
>there were many of them
>they all caressed and licked and rubbed on her body
>men and women surrounded her, yet she didn’t feel cramped or confined
>instead, Rarity had to be careful
>it simply wouldn’t do to to hurt them
>after all, they were simply worshipping The Mother
>they congregated between her legs
>massaged and prepared her
>”Yes… fill me! Let the village thrive!”
>they all plunged within her
>she looked down
>and parted her swollen, full breasts
>and marvelled are the bounty that was Rarity
>a mountain of fertility, rising and blocking her view of the huts around her
>nay, it blocked the sun itself with its majesty!
>her full, gravid belly
>and still her village pumped her fuller
>and fuller still
>but then the sun challenged her dominance, rising above and blinding her!
>”Rarity!”
-
>she sat up, bathed in sweat
>the brilliant sun poured into the room, and she covered her eyes
>”You okay?” asked Daring as she stood in the light’s way. “You were making some pretty interesting sounds."
>”I was having an… energetic dream, that’s all.”
>Rarity stood up
>and almost fell over, we’re it not for Daring catching her
>”Maybe you should go take a bath? You’re not looking yourself.”
>”Right! Good idea. I’m all sweaty and I refuse to leave here looking bedraggled.”
>Rarity found her footing, and stood upright
>Daring seemed… lower?
>”And you shouldn’t slouch, darling, it’s terrible for your posture.”
>”Huh?”
>Rarity was too bleary to explain
>she locked herself in the en-suite, ran the water and finally set about extracting herself from the catsuit

>it was hard enough putting it in, but this?
>but as Rarity pulled her arms free, and the suit fell away from her chest, she gasped
>”Is this… an allergic reaction?”
>her exquisitely pert bust, once smooth and palmable, hung larger from her chest
>they had weight, and jiggled about as Rarity turned and posed in the mirror
>”Just take the bath, Rarity. Clean off the mess, and I’m sure the swelling will go down.”
>she wriggled and pulled the catsuit lower
>and while she dreaded it, and expected it, she whimpered as her svelt, flat belly had a little layer of what *appeared* to be pudge
>”Stupid swelling.”
>lower down, as the suit came away from her hips and ass, Rarity resigned herself to any unseemly bulging, but still 
>”Ugh, really? Et-tu, posterior?”
>her ass was…
>voluminous
>but with her widest parts freed, she pulled her legs out, and turned off the water
>she at least felt comfort in Embezzle’s choice of toiletries
>all the best brands, many the same as Rarity herself purchased
>she climbed into the huge, ornate bath, which was big enough to fit three people with ease
>and she settled into the hot water and relaxed
>or tried to
>Rarity’s mind kept going back to her dream
>having all that attention, all focused on her body
>and she was positively glowing with their praise, but also her own… maternal merits
>her own hands crept down her body
>and she felt that little pad of fat
>er… *swelling* on her belly
>she had handled pudge of this nature before, especially when it came to measuring Pinkie for any new outfits
>or even Twilight, before her ascension; all that time studying as a unicorn lady hadn’t been kind to her physique
>but there was a natural beauty to her figure
>but Rarity secretly wished the extra mass was firmer
>so her hands sank deeper
>between her legs
>she began to stroke herself, and sank lower
>she worried the bath might be too big to get a good grip, but her feet met the other end just fine
>which was odd…
>never mind
>she was adrift in her thoughts of being a mother, strong and resplendent with curves and power
>she bent her legs to keep comfortable
>so close…
>she moaned, louder and louder, then-
>”Rarity? Breakfast’s going to be served in ten minutes, might wanna hurry.”
>”Ah? Oh, of course! I’ll be just a moment!”
>she grumbled and hastened her bath, still coming down from her arousal, but cleaned up and climbed out
>again, she stumbled
>vertigo… maybe the swelling wasn’t an allergic reaction, but that she was coming down with something
>she stretched her body and wiped the mirror to see if she had any other symptoms
>and shrieked

>”Rarity? You okay in there?”
>”I… don’t quite know? G- give me a moment.”
>the woman in the mirror stared back at her with the same shocked expression
>she had, uncategorically and unequivocally, developed udders
>vast, unrestrained breasts, as big as Fluttershy’s matronly assets
>and, not to be outdone, her buttocks were overly padded
>she dreaded trying to sit in the chairs at the old Canterlot theatre
>but that wasn’t all
>those could be put down to her continued *swelling*
>she also had *biceps*
>she flexed her arms and marvelled at the solid bulge beneath her silky skin
>and her heavy bust had only masqueraded unnoticed when standing because of a solid set of pectorals and sturdy shoulders, like Dash’s flight-capable physique
>and her thighs rivalled Applejack’s own legendary legs!
>”A fever, that’s all! I’m hallucinating!”
>she splashed cold water over her face, but her much bigger frame remained
>”I’ll visit Zecora, first thing upon returning to Ponyville. Just… get through breakfast. But how to conceal all…”
>she gestured to herself in mirror and frowned at all the weird combined new jiggling and firmness
>”… this!”
>she eyes her catsuit
>she balked at the idea of rewearing it, but it *did* compact down the body…
>Rarity grumbled, quickly gave it a pat down with a towel and spritzed it up with some perfume
>then set about putting it back on, and was even tougher than the first time
>it clamped down on her calves
>strained on her thighs
>then tried to get it around her double-padded ass and hips
>”Oh my… come on you stupid (if beautiful) piece of fabric!”
>with a lot of protest, it surrounded her curves, and she triumphantly tittered at how much smaller her ass now appeared
>under her dress, it might just escape notice
>but then Rarity put her arms in the suit, and pulled up
>the neck wouldn’t even reach the cusp of her now heavier breasts
>”I- I don’t understand.”
>she looked in the mirror, and realised the suit would end around nipple height
>the swelling was one thing, but this?
>it was like she was taller…
>”Ridiculous. Stupid fever!”
>she indignantly grunted and hauled the catsuit up
>it resisted
>strained
>creaked!
>*snap!*
>the suit now covered her shoulders
>but a one-piece suit?
>not any more
>as it split from the midsection, exposing the pudge of her belly
>and there was no way in Celestia’s name it was going to zip up around her bust
>”Come on, Rarity,” Daring called out, “they’re being pretty insistent about everyone going to breakfast right now!”
>”I’ll be right there! Go on without me for now.”
>Rarity waited for the bedroom door to close, then went for her dress
>it was fashionably loose before, and fit her well now, but it didn't cascade down her body like before
>and… pinched around her waist and set a plunging cleavage
>Rarity put the final touches she could on her appearance, and left for breakfast

>Embezzle’s insistence that everyone attend breakfast wasn’t a suggestion
>it was a demand
>as soon as Rarity left the bedroom, guards hovered near her and shepherded her to the dining room in quick order
>and, she noted, two men entered Rarity and Daring’s bedroom, no doubt for searching
>the escorts didn’t leave her side until she was put in a chair
>grim faces besides, the breakfast spread was top notch, with a plethora of options and a bounty of portion sizes
>Embezzle gave Rarity a crooked smile, then addressed the table
>”Forgive the interruption, my friends, but there’s been something of a security issue and I want everyone where I can see them while my security team ensures nothing’s amiss.”
>the other guests that remained the previous night eyed each other with suspicion
>Rarity considered her options on how to act, but her stomach loosed a low grumble, so she decided thinking on an empty stomach simply wouldn’t do
>she daintily forked at half a grapefruit
>then nibbled on some eggs on toast
>then munched down a delectable, ultra creamy oatmeal
>all etiquette flew out the window as she attacked a stack of pancakes in a manner of which Pinkie would be embarrassed
>then another
>Rarity finally felt sated
>it was only then she noticed the stares
>especially from Daring Do, who looked her up and down, plainly confused
>following Daring’s gaze, Rarity bit her lip as her small amount of pudge had filled out
>and become quite… firm to the touch as it strained her dress
>before any further stares made her even less comfortable, a guard approached Embezzle and whispered into her ear
>with a twitch of her brow, the host stood and announced, “you are all to return to your rooms. We will be coming to have words with you shortly.”
>one of the guests protested, “I have business to attend to! I will be leaving, and that’s tha-“
>Embezzle threw a horrific snarl at the man that silenced him in a heartbeat
>”Someone has taken something that belongs to me, and I *will* get it back. If someone wants to admit their crime, I shall gladly release you all. Otherwise, you’ll return to your rooms and damn well wait until I arrive to ask some *very* hard questions!”
>she turned and stared at Daring Do. “I have a fair idea who to search first. I’ll see you in five minutes, Ms. Yearling.”
>Embezzle then snapped her fingers, and the guards hustled everyone back to their rooms, and accompanied them inside
>Rarity stared at the surly guard, then whispered to Daring, ”what are we going to do!?”
>”Hey! Shuddup!”

>Daring folded her arms and smirked. ”Relax, we’ll be fine.”
>”What did I just say? Do I gotta smack you to get some silence?”
>”Try me, moron.”
>the man stood and bared his teeth
>Daring sneered and said, “oh, sure, go ahead! Hit an author and a pregnant woman.”
>Rarity smiled and clutched her small but noticeable belly: oh, to be with child, she-
>then realised what she was doing
>”Excuse me!? I am not preg-“
>she then caught on, and indulged in some amateur dramatics
>”Oh, oh goodness! I do feel rather unwell! Confound the whims of my feminine, mother-to-be woes!”
>the guard stood and cracked his knuckles at Daring. “Fine, I can’t hit this snob. but I can make an example outta you!”
>the man stood and approached Daring, who seemed to freeze up
>but as soon as the man drew near, she struck
>a kick to the knee, a rising uppercut, and a rapid series of punches!
>yet the guard shrugged these off, caught Daring’s next punch, then threw her against the wall and she landed in a sprawl
>but Rarity felt something well up inside her
>a feral spirit
>the almighty protective drive of a mother bear, protecting her young!
>she balled her hands into fists
>her shoulders and arms bulged with power
>and with a roar, she charged, raised a fist and unleashed a punch with all her fury!
>the guard was slammed off his feet and into the wall so hard, it cracked as he slumped to the floor
>”Daring, are you alright?”
>Rarity helped her friend to her feet
>and as she stood, it finally sunk in
>between the threats and constant pressure, and Rarity’s own denial of what was happening, it wasn’t too clear
>but Daring’s jaw fell open as, fully upright, she only came up to Rarity’s bust
>emphasised even further as, with another bout of vertigo which made Rarity stumble, the dress tore and exposed her belly
>Daring had been joking at a perceived food-baby when calling Rarity pregnant
>but the triple-threat of feminine fat and subtle abdominal muscles being parted by *something* growing inside
>”I know, I look absolutely dreadful,” Rarity said and looked close to tears
>”I thought it was a myth,” Daring mumbled
>”What? What myth?”
>Daring brushed her grey hair out of her face and shook her head. “No time. We need to get out of here.”
>she tried to pull Rarity over to the vent, but the fact the formerly 5’8, trim socialite was now a clear foot taller, as well as easily tripled in weight from healthy fat, muscle and presumably a child, made it like trying to pull an elephant
>”Cone on! I know for a fact the windows here will be too strong to break, and won’t open wide enough for us to escape. Our only bet now is to get through the vents, into the gallery and find an exit from there.”
>Rarity whined, ”not the vents again!”

>”Look, I know you’re bigger, but you should still-“
>Rarity angrily cleared her throat. ”Untoward barbs against my current predicament aside, I just didn’t want to get this dress all dusty!”
>”It’s already ruined,” Daring said, “if you’re that torn up about it, I’ll buy you a new one, but we’ve gotta move!”
>”But-”
>Daring gasped as she watched Rarity’s already full breasts slowly fill out another cup size 
>closely followed by a tremble in her belly, which swelled out another inch too
>”No buts! Move, before yours gets even bigger!”
>reluctantly, Rarity climbed up and into the vent as Daring retrieved the fetish from beneath the floorboards, and followed close behind
>it was cramped before, but now it was just ridiculous
>Daring just bided her time as the vast expanse of red-catsuit clad ass wriggled and shook about, inch after painful inch
>to Rarity’s credit, she didn’t complain about the dust
>then again, she was too busy constantly grunting and struggling to not get stuck to say anything
>Daring also didn’t want to set her off by mentioning the fact her vent-filling ass was in serious danger of getting sealed in here
>it was a perfectly sculpted ass, Daring had to admit, but the Amarezon fetish was still causing her to transform
>and if the husband depicted upon the fetish was anywhere near average in height, Rarity was going to get much, *much* bigger
>Rarity suddenly stopped just before the exit into the crawl space and started breathing hard
>”Come on, Rarity, don’t stop now.”
>no movement
>Daring reached forward and patted Rarity’s calf to get her attention, and the ripple of the impact flowed up her thigh, and wobbled her full ass
>there was a deep, unsettling groan from the damaged catsuit

>and Daring gasped as, with a deafening snap, the butt-seam gave
>pale, creamy flesh filled the hole, eager for space, and forced the hole wider
>eventually the seat of the catsuit ruptured and she was now barely clothed in her dress, and her ass consumed the extra space by filling every inch of the vent
>Daring hoped that was it, but Rarity made a strange giggle
>a series of shrips and pops as Rarity’s legs stretched longer, and her thighs also began to burst through the shiny fabric
>Daring backed up just as the growing Rarity’s feet burst out of the thin boots
>more worryingly, the vent now groaned under the weight and mass of Rarity’s expanded form
>then she stopped growing
>Rarity gasped and stammered, “the walls are closing *in! I’ve got to get out!”
>she pulled herself free and landed hard in the space between the walls
>she struggled upright, and filled the corridor as much as she filled the vent
>her ass pressed on one side and her now blatantly rounded belly and breasts pushed against the other
 >she was also as tall as the eight-foot high vent space and half-naked
>Rarity stared at Daring Do with teary eyes and stammered, “wha- what just happened?”
>”You just stopped and grew!”
>”I… had this vision of leaving a cave and being worshipped by a village of vague silhouettes, but they seemed… familiar somehow.”
>”I hate to say it, and I didn’t think it was real, but it’s pretty clear you’re being possessed by the spirit of the fetish. If we don’t get it out of you before you give birth and reach your transformative peak, you’ll be stuck this way.”
>”How do we do that!?”
>”I don’t know! Hopefully the guy I’m handing the fetish off to will know. He’s one of the tribe I’m recovering it for.”
>”Hey, I can hear them,” a voice said through the wall
>the pair looked at each other and uttered, ”uh oh…”

>”Quick, pull me over.”
>Daring Do held out her hand
>Rarity lifted Daring out of the vent under the arms
>holding a smaller person like this…
>she pulled Daring’s head against her chest and hugged her
>”It’s alright, dear, mommy’s going to protect you.”
>”Rarity!”
>Daring slapped her shoulder
>”Ow! Oh, I do beg your pardon, Daring… I’m feeling a tad maternal right now.”
>”Other side, now!”
>Rariry hoisted Daring over her head, and down the other side
>”Here’s the plan; take the fetish.” She handed over the bag. “I’ll go distract the guards while you escape.”
>”Now just one moment,” Rarity said with a pout, “I may be ballooning up and out, and being possessed by some tribal fertility spirit, but my mother insisted I learn how to defend myself. Furthermore, I dare say that at my size, I should be the one dealing with the guards whilst you ensure the fetish gets back to its rightful owners.”
>”Look, I promised Rainbow Dash I’d get you back home, safe and sound, and I don’t care what you think you can do, I guarantee these guys aren’t going to mess-“
>Rarity bellowed, “don’t talk to me like that, young lady!”
>Daring Do was taken aback, if not made to feel sheepish
>”Sorry.”
>the secret door opened to a whole pack of Embezzle’s guards, armed with batons
>Daring bolted straight at them, ducked into a slide and under their legs
>Rarity, meanwhile, grunted as she tried to pry her ass, belly and boobs free of the cramped quarters
>true to her plan, Daring was drawing most of the attention, fending off her attackers, disarming two of them and taking flight on tan feathered wings, diving and dipping in for passing blows
>a small group was focused on Rarity, as they ogled her expanded curves
>”Get an eyeful while you can, you cretins,” Rarity said and gave them the evil eye as she continued to struggle, “once I get free, I’ll give you a spanking the likes of from which your buttocks shall never recover!”
>one of the guards chuckled, “that a promise? Sounds fun.”
>”Damn, she big.”
>”Aw, yeah, I like it rough.”
>”Hoo-ee! Look at the milkers on her!”
>Rarity scowled and blushed
>Daring noticed Rarity was still trapped
>she went to assist, but a thrown baton cracked her in the head and sent her crashing to the ground and into her wing 
>she yelped in pain and her wing hung crooked off her back, and managed to get her bearings just as the mob descended, and she found herself backed into a corner
>unable to fly, she had no way of getting out of this
>except…
>with a hopeful grin, Daring cupped her hands sound her mouth and cried out, high and panicked, ”mommy! Help!”
>then the batons came down like rain
>Rarity’s eyes flashed at the call
>her body bulged with more muscle, padded out with more fat
>her belly surged to the full, firm roundness of a late stage pregnancy, smashing through the wall like a battering ram

>Rarity grunted as she grew taller
>the wall completely cracked and caved, shedding away from her body as the last remnants of her clothing did the same, and freeing her; Rarity, the vision of strength and motherhood, naked for all to see
>9ft tall, with pure brawn, padded with feminine fat, and with thick thighs and a massive ass astride childbearing hips
>emphasised by a giant, proud and rounded belly of an expecting mother to be
>and tits that sloshed huge and heavy, resting atop it, trickling with milk
>clad only in the bag holding the statue
>she screamed, with a voice like thunder, ”mommy’s coming, darling!”
>the budding fertility goddess stomped the floor
>the ground shook and huge cracks spread throughout the gallery, toppling everyone as display cases shattered and crumpled
>Rarity stormed towards Daring, and slapped the first guard that got in her way, sending him soaring across the large hall, crashing into a fine couch that saved him from a lethal impact
>”Get away from my daught- uh, my friend, you ruffians!”
>most understandably fled
>others were simply pushed aside as this titan of femininity playfully barged them apart
>all the guards soon retreated and gathered some distance away, unsure how to proceed
>Rarity reached Daring, who was battered, bloody and bruised, snatched her up and cradled her
>”I’m here,” she whispered, her voice echoing and offered a nipple. “Drink of me, my sweet.”
>Daring initially felt weirded out, but Rarity’s aura calmed her, and gave her a strong sense of longing
>so she latched her lips around the thick, stiff teat, began to drink
>it was the sweetest thing she had ever drank, and so comforting she didn’t want to ever stop
>and her wounds instantly sealed, bones mended and pain faded
>a sudden blast and crackle made everyone cry out in panic
>”Enough of this farce,” Embezzle yelled, brandishing a relic that buzzed with lightning
>the threat broke the moment between Rarity and Daring, who both stared at each other, and finally seemed to realise what they were doing
>they separated and, after an awkward glance, couldn’t look each other in the eye as they both turned beet red
>Embezzle aimed the staff between the two. ”Give me back my statue right now, you scoundrels!”
>Daring stepped in front of Rarity (as much as she could) and said, “it doesn’t belong to you! And you can talk! You stole it from the Dockasa Amarezon tribe!”
>”I *rescued* it,” Embezzle snapped, “it was left behind! And besides, some wooden trinket means nothing to them if they left it behind so flippantly! I needed it more than them!”

>Rarity asked, “why is it so important to you? Clearly you have a taste for finery, and a marvellous collection besides. Why this piece?”
>”It‘s my legacy!” Embezzle lowered her aim
>And her eyes grew wet. “The world is shrinking, becoming darker and less vibrant, and I made it my life’s work to make it shine as best I can, to catalog the world and keep proof of lost peoples in my gallery.”
>”By stealing?” Daring stepped closer. “By working the black market?”
>Embezzle pointed the staff at her again and barked back, “I did what I had to to get lost treasures out of the hands of glory seekers! Made friends with these profiteers, stole from them when I invited them to stay! Fiends like Daring taking old treasures and writing about her conquests for fame and fortune? I wanted to share the world. So it can remembered! So *I* could leave something behind! My legacy to the world!”
>Rarity gently pulled Daring back, and took out the fetish. “And you have, Embezzle, your books have inspired me to travel and take in the world whenever I can. Many travellers swear by Noma De’Plume’s name when it comes to enjoying far and exotic locations. But you don’t need this statue. It still belongs to its people.”
>”I tried to find them, but they left nary a trace of where they fled,” Embezzle replied. “And then I realised what I had, and read the rumours of what it could give me. The one thing I’ve never been able to have…”
>Embezzle stared longingly at Rarity’s belly
>”And clearly it would never have given me what I wanted, but it’s chosen you. I just wanted to leave something behind, but when I found I couldn’t… All I have once more are these *things*”
>Embezzle began to cry, and she let the staff fall from her hands with a clatter that filled the silent hall
>Rarity could feel it
>Embezzle lacked the spark that she, or Daring or even the female guards had
>she silently approached Embezzle, who made no effort to move besides quietly sob
>Rarity knelt down and pulled her into a hug
>”Tell me, darling, is what you say true? That all you desire is to share the world with others and your joy with a family of your own?”
>”I know how it looks,” Embezzle said with a sniffle, “and I won’t make excuses for my methods, but I took so I could preserve, and give…”
>”Then take this,” Rarity whispered
>her body glowed, and traces of light entered Embezzle
>the woman gasped, almost in pain, but then sighed, as if a great burden had been taken from her
>Rarity stood and stepped back as Embezzle rested her hands over her lower abdomen, her mouth agape
>Rarity stumbled for a moment, and her body gradually shrank
>not all the way, but back from the precipice of becoming the full goddess of fertility as she stopped at eight foot again, and less pronounced curves

>”Go, Embezzle Gloam, and enjoy your gift,” Rarity said, her voice booming and otherworldly, “but live a better life. Unkindness even to the unkind is seldom a bright path.”
>Embezzle smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Rarity.”
>Daring tapped Rarity on the hip, who looked down at the stern faced explorer
>”If we’re done here, let’s get going. You may have bought yourself some time, but you’re still at risk of being stuck like this.” She turned to Embezzle. “Unless you’ve got more of a beef to pick with me.”
>Embezzle snapped her fingers and a guard moved beside her, and said, “get them to where they need to go, and on the double. And someone clothe Rarity! Fashionably! I don’t care how, just get it done!”
>Rarity gasped as her body swelled a little bigger all over
>”And not a moment too soon,” Rarity said as she examined herself. “Especially the clothing. I can’t believe I’m almost accepting of such conditions. It isn’t like me at all!”
>they were led back through the mansion, Rarity was clad in a couple of tablecloths, and they were on their way

>they reached the train station in quick order, not the least thanks to Embezzle getting her pegasus guards to give them a lift
>of course, Rarity had to be carried by a four man crew, and they were exhausted by the time they reached the station
>they exchanged apologies on the way; both the man Rarity had slapped across the room and the ones who had struck Daring most notably, but they parted ways amicably
>the train driver was initially reluctant to leave early
>but having an almost 9ft tall, muscular fertility goddess give him an evil glare, he submitted, and they were finally in their way
>Rarity found a half-empty cargo car to make comfortable for the next few hours, despite her desires for a first class cabin
>despite everything working out okay, Daring was still looking gloomy and distracted, staring off into space
>”Something amiss, darling?”
>Daring snapped from her maudlin thoughts and forced a smile
>”I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”
>”You’re clearly troubled. A mother knows,” Rarity said, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “Forgive me; these powers and thoughts are pervasive. But please, we have time, if you’re willing to share your worries.”
>Daring sighed and the false smile turned true. “It suits you, you know? No offence, but with your clothing empire and my treasure hunting, I always saw us as a couple of spinsters, never to marry or consider love and family until it was too late, but you’re rocking that maternal aspect.”
>”If you’d asked me yesterday how I would like to be turned into a plush, super strong giantess who looked eight months into term, I would have laughed and called you quite ridiculous. Yet after understanding this power, and what I gave to Embezzle…”
>”The gift of motherhood, eh?”
>Rarity nodded. “Bad fortune stripped her of the ability. Watching her expression as she realised she would be capable of having a family again will be one of the highlights of my years as the Element of Generosity.”
>she tittered and ruffled Daring’s grey hair. “But we’re supposed to be discussing you, aren’t we? It looks like the ever-cunning Daring Do once again tried to evade notice and escape questioning.”
>Daring chuckled. “Noticed that, huh? Bah, fine… I almost screwed up back there. I went in assuming she was yet another greedy thief, and if it wasn’t for your socialising and more open mind, I would have just made another enemy.”

>Rarity held the smaller woman close against her side. ”Having dealt with people of all walks of life for a good number of years, few are as they initially appear, such as Rainbow Dash’s inflated bravado masking her deep-set fears and insecurities. I understand why you would struggle with the nuances; your adventures take you to many a place without society from which to learn, and your time as A.K. Yearling seem to be spent in solitude in your remote home. But don’t be too hard on yourself, my dear; I know your heart’s in the right place.”
>”I also guess what Embezzle said about my glory-hogging days hit pretty hard as well. She’s right, for every lost treasure I return to its rightful place, I’ve also done it for the sheer thrill and a pay check. Then, whether it’s recovery or treasure hunting, I still write about my adventures to fund my expeditions. I’ve been guilty of being a thief too. I can’t tell you how thankful I am I brought you along. And sorry about… you know, all that.”
>Daring gestured to all of Rarity’s goddess-trumping curves
>”I certainly cut a bold figure, and I’m definitely contemplating an expanded line of maternal-wear. No need to apologise, though. These things happen. Not to mention I should apologise for… feeding you.”
>both ladies blushed again
>”Hey, you saved me a couple of months of long, boring recovery time. That milk of yours sure is something else.”
>Rarity hefted her colossal bust, giving an awkward smile as she felt the mass and fullness of the milk inside, and then gently rubbed her belly
>”I don’t suppose you know what I’m to give birth to if taken to full term? I’m no expert, but despite *certain* rumours surrounding my methods of coercion, I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”
>”No idea, but the story about the fetish I read said that once you reach your apex in size and give birth, you’ll be inseparable from the spirit. One entity.”
>Rarity sighed and thought about what that might mean for her, and slowly rubbed her belly in almost a trance

>Daring, recognising her companion was busy with her own thoughts, pulled out a journal and started writing
>they kept silent most of the journey
>until Rarity gasped
>her belly jostled and shook
>then bulged out a few inches
>Rarity flexed a thick bicep, and stared as the muscle swelled ever larger
>the simple but fine fabric of her makeshift tube top creaked, her tits sloshed, jiggled and grew so big that Rarity had to use two hands two fully lift one
>the wooden boards beneath her ass cracked and groaned as her full ass spread out, her mighty glutes padded ever-thicker with fat, and any spare room in her sheet sarong was taken up, stretching tight around her peerless curves
>lastly, Rarity watched as the cargo car seemed to shrink, her view rising higher and her legs growing longer across the floor
>she didn’t have room to stand, but she had to be 10ft tall at this point
>Daring watched with amazement, then said, “better hope the guy on that statue was really tall as well, because if he’s meant to be average height, we’re all but out of time.”
>”You’ve met the Dockasa tribe, have you not? How tall are they?”
>”They’re all pretty tall, so we still have time, but not much.”
>Rarity sighed as the train began to slow. “How cliche; we arrive at our destination on the cusp of success or failure. This sort of scenario only occurs in the most trite of writing.”
>”Hey! There’s gotta be *some* stakes! Nobody wants to read about the villain just being misunderstood and the threat resolving two thirds the way through the story.”
>Rarity giggled. “Hit a nerve, have I? Though I must admit, I shall look forward to reading your inevitable book about the time you infiltrated a dinner party and your companion grew into an almighty titaness. Do be kind, darling.”
>she winked at Daring, who grinned, finished writing her notes, and barely waited for the train to stop before hopping onto the platform and running to the meeting  point
>burdened and bulky as she was, Rarity’s enormous strength and immensely long legs meant she kept up with a light jog
>Daring led them to a vibrant garden, all the while everyone gawped (and ducked for cover) as Rarity stomped her way through
>a tall, swarthy broad chested unicorn man also stared at the giantess, but was far more measured in his study of Rarity’s body
>he didn’t exactly look the part of a tribal villager, wearing a fetching suit, but nonetheless bowed
>”I see the goddess has chosen a fine vessel. Greetings. Same to you, Daring Do.”

>“Things got complicated,” Daring said, then gestures d between the two. “Rarity, this is Canopy Understory, the wiseman and shaman of the Dockasa. Canopy, this is Rarity, a friend of mine. Do you know how to get the goddess out of Rarity?”
>”She is known to gravitate towards those vibrant, alluring and used to drawing attention, as well as those with a good heart. As for extracting her…”
>Canopy approached and his horn appeared, glowing green, as and closed his eyes
>”The Goddess is about to finish her transition into her new form. You have the statue?”
>Rarity took it out, then let out a low moan as she felt her body begin to shift once more
>Canopy held out his hand. ”Pass it to me, and I shall bring her back home to give to another.”
>Rarity looked at the statue, then Canopy, then her bust as it strained and began to rip her makeshift garments
>she couldn’t help but be afraid that her senses were being addled; all these motherly scenes in her mind, and the unrestrained joy she felt in them, and how she wanted to raise a child of her own
>and she was once deeply invested in remaining slim and trim, but she had grown accustomed to this flawless balance of femininity and power
>and, most of all, the gift she had given to Embezzle
>the tragedy of her condition, undone by Rarity’s own hand with this power
>to how many more could she give such a blessing?
>”Forgive me, Canopy, Daring…”
>they both looked at Rarity as she took a deep breath
>and crushed the statue into splinters with a clench of her fist
>Csnopy raked an eyebrow, but seemed more amused than annoyed
>”It may be presumptive of me, but thinking on what Embezzle wished to do, to spread happiness across the land through her work, I am inspired by her example.”
>with no way back, Rarity embraced the power inside
>and she grew
>her height sprouted enormously, until Daring stood barely higher than her knee
>not that she could see her over the vast expanse of cleavage before her, painfully packed into her strained cloth chest binding
>her belly went even beyond full term, as if she was burdened with twins or even triplets
>and her muscles pushed out to those as huge as any woman could dare pull off and still appear feminine, amplified in curves by the layer of chubbiness that was just exquisitely balanced
>her skin darkened to a healthy tan
>and Rarity’s indigo hair gained a vibrant pink and blue streak, her eyes now permanently glowed, though only softly
>Rarity, Goddess of fertility, was born

>Daring took a few moments to realise she was staring, dumbfounded. ”Rarity, what have you done?”
>Canopy remained silent
>”It’s quite simple, darling. I fully intend to help Canopy’s village as needed, as I am now one with their goddess after all, but this gift, much like fabulousness, deserves to be spread far and wide!”
>”Then it is just as well what we desire requires only one step,” Canopy said
>Rarity went to ask what that is, only to cry out in pain as a pulse of power ran through her
>the baby, or whatever was within her, was coming
>”And not a moment too soon,” Canopy continued, and his horn flashed
>in a blink of green light, the garden was replaced with a village near a jungle
>far from the thatched huts Rarity had seen in her implanted memories from the goddess, it looked fairly modern, just quaint and humble
>it even had a beautiful, clear water pond that steamed invitingly; a natural hotspring!
>the villagers took one look at the struggling Rarity, and scrambled into action
>they dropped whatever they were doing, and gathered blankets, basins, towels, oils…
>they erected a simple wood and canvas shelter around the spring as a team of them helped her disrobe and climb in
>they tended to her, rubbed her feet and the biggest, burliest villagers massaged her strong shoulders and back
>between the gasps, Rarity smiled and said, “a woman could get used to this treatment!”
>a massive contraction rocked through her, and her whole body began to glow
>”Ooh, sweet silk and fleece stockings, what’s happening now?”
>”It’s coming,” said Canopy. “The true blessing is coming!”
>Daring asked, “what’s the true blessing?”
>”You’ll know soon enough!”
>all the villagers not actively pampering Rarity all bowed and began to chant
>Daring Do didn’t know the language well, but picked out a few words; vibrant, prayer, plenty, bountful, amongst others
>just like her pregnancy, Rarity’s labor also moved at a rapid pace as she began to push by instinct
>she strained and screamed out, all the while her skin glowed so brightly that it hurt to look at her
>the glow concentrated into her colossal belly, and then-
>silence…
>everything felt warm
>Daring was adrift in the goddess’ magic
>but as quickly as it came, she was back in the sheltered hotspring
>Rarity ceased glowing
>her belly had flattened down to a broad, muscular but rounded belly with a perfect layer of pudge
>otherwise she was still a towering giantess, panting with exhaustion
>but Daring felt a shiver run through her

>she looked down in time for her modest bust to bulge, swell and strain her dress, growing into an ample pair
>likewise her hips widened and ass bulged out
>she gasped as she stretched taller by a few inches, rivalling Rarity’s former height
>and she felt a distracting tingle between her legs
>”The blessing has been received!”
>every woman in the village had undergone a similar expansion
>and they all cheered out in praise of Rarity
>then descended on one another, ripping clothes as, in moments, a huge orgy was underway
>Daring was propositioned by about half the village villager but, despite the tingling, she left them to their fun
>Canopy followed her
>”I’m surprised you’re not enjoying yourself as well,” Daring said
>Canopy shrugged. “Such is the wiseman’s burden. Someone has to keep an eye on things.”
>”So, Rarity’s a fertility goddess, but didn’t give birth to anything?”
>”Of course not. She would need to lay with another for that. We may follow old traditions, Ms. Do, but we understand biology. Suffice to say that when she does decide to mate, the spirit of the goddess will make her children especially robust, but that is up to her. To indulge”
>Daring chuckled. “I guess so. I hope she isn’t disappointed.”
>”She will have pick of any man she so desires I imagine. If she remains chaste, in a few months she will soon undergo the same rapid pregnancy again, over and over, then expel all the collected fertility power to those around her each time. Oh, and on that note.”
>Canopy put a hand in Daring’s shoulder
>”Be wary. The blessing does not fade, but your first pregnancy will prove a bountiful one, when you choose a partner.”
>”I guess I should start looking into dating, huh? All this motherhood stuff and legacy discussion’s definitely stuck with me.”
>”It would be a waste not to, but it’s your life,” Canopy said with a smile, then turned and bowed. “Goddess.”
>Rarity approached, wearing an old fashioned robe that was perfectly sized for her, but very loose around her waist
>”That was certainly an experience,” Rarity said, feeling her robust hourglass figure but settling on patting flattened belly, smiling but a little sad. “I… don’t suppose I have to remain here, do I?”
>”Not at all, Goddess,” Canopy said, “you have fulfilled your duty. Our village will grow once more after the earthquake sent us from our  original home, and your blessing will ensure many healthy children. You aren’t restrained to us, although I’d you choose to offer your blessing again, we would be glad to accept you.”
>”I shall,” Rarity said, “but I’m feeling the urge to spread both the blessings, and perhaps engage in some mobile clothes peddling as well! Learn how to create the vibrant outfits of other cultures to expand my own understanding, and write a book on what I discover.”

>Daring thumbed her chin. ”I don’t suppose you could use a travel companion? I think I could use your keen eye about people for a… romantic partner. Someone exotic and dashing? It would be nice to have someone to come home to after my adventures.”
>Rarity tittered. ”It would be my absolute pleasure, darling!”
>”Then I shall send you both in your way,” Canopy said, and bowed again. “Go with our prayers, Goddess. And thank you for your help, Ms. Daring Do.”
>they said their goodbyes, and Canopy teleported them to Ponyville
>”Holy moly!”
>Daring and Rarity looked around them to get their bearings
>settling on a familiar face
>”Ah, good afternoon, Rainbow,” Rarity said. “You look a tad pale, is anything amiss?”
>”Hey Dash,” said Daring with a wave
>Dash gibbered and gestured wildly up at Rarity. “What happened!? She’s gotta be 15ft tall!!”
>”It’s a long story,” Rarity said and winked. “But suffice to say we achieved great things on this expedition.”
>”And I can’t wait to write about it either,” Daring said
>”Do be a sweetheart and gather the girls together, Rainbow Dash,” Rarity said and stretched her robust frame, “and I’ll regale you on a story of Daring Do and the Goddess of Fertility!”
>Daring rolled her eyes as they began to head towards Rarity’s boutique. “Pfft. That’s an awful title.”
>”How about; Rarity, and the Gift of Motherhood, featuring Daring Do?”
>”Come on, I’m more than a ‘featuring’ credit.”
>the two bickered playfully as Dash continued to stare, slack-jawed at her now gigantic, bold-bodied friend
>and even her adventurous icon, Daring Do, looked more curvy
>she then glanced down at her sleek, toned frame and said, “guess I dodged a bullet on that one. Imagine trying to fly with a huge body like that?”
>she took flight, but offered one last glance
>”It definitely makes a statement, though. Like a ass-kicking mom-bod.”
>she flew to gather her friends, while Daring Do and Rarity planned their futures as travel partners