(The following is a sequel of sorts to A Big, Powerful Cheer - https://ponepaste.org/4078 )

>”What in tarnation’s happened to me?
>and why am I cravin’ some herbal tea?”
>”And why do I talk in a peculiar drawl?
>and am I on the floor? Just when did I fall?”
>she sat up and tried to think clearly
>some details stuck out
>Zecora’s hut 
>or was it home?
>a visitor, a guest
>a young farm girl
>a mature witch
>”I am no witch, you insensitive lout,
>now get off of the floor and show yourself out!”
>”I never said that, you persnickety dummy,
>though I guess I thought it... dang, my head feels real gummy?”
>she stood, only to slam her head into a shelf
>”I’m not that tall, or at least not yet,
>I must be seven feet tall, with growth yet to abet.”
>her mind swam with decades of experience, yet fresh-faced enthusiasm
>a potion given that would switch minds with another
>she gave it to a familiar red haired girl, tall and strong, sun kissed from days working a farm
>yet she took it from a white and black haired mature woman, with luscious dark skin
>she located a mirror
>red, white and black hair
>one blue and one vibrant orange eye
>”Zecorbloom? Applera? Oh wow, this is weird,
>to a cure, our collective thoughts must be steered.”

>the tall hybrid woman worked, and the younger entity stayed silent
>the mind switch potion had fallen in a batch of plant bonding salve, designed to merge two weak stems into a healthy, single entity
>but seasoned alchemical knowledge paired with youthful enthusiasm, and after an hour, the hybrid drank a potion
>and promptly felt herself split in two
>a 5’5 woman in her thirties, modest in bust but with wide hips
>and a strong, towering girl of about sixteen, still growing and maturing yet already curvy
>with their minds split, things made sense again
>Applebloom’s school project; writing an essay on life from another person’s perspective
>and Zecora, trusting the young woman after years of friendship, offered the mindswitch brew
>but Applebloom had just started what Granny Smith called ‘the big’un’, the final, one day long Apple family growth spurt
>seven feet tall already, so three more inches and she would overtake her sister, Applejack
>but the constant growth made her clumsy, and that’s why she accidentally dropped the potion
>”I’m real sorry, Zecora. I’m such a klutz.”
>Zecora shook her head, still dazed, but focused her thoughts
>”Accidents happen, so fret not my young friend,
>a lesson learned with no harm done in the end.”
>the wise woman produced another mindswitch potion and handed it over to Applebloom
>”I’ll be careful this time! I promise! Oh, and sorry for sayin’, or I guess thinkin’ you’re a witch.”

>before Zecora could reply, there was a knock on the door, and a loud but friendly voice
>”Zecora? Sorry if I’m interrupting, but have you seen Applebloom?”
>both left the hut, only to be met with the newest Apple family member, Big Mac’s wife and strongest person in the known world; Cheerilee
>even in her ‘small’ size, the two-tone pink haired and tan skinned amazon she was almost twice as tall as Applebloom, and thickly muscled
>at her true height, one of her feet was as long as her 7’10 husband was tall, and rumour was he used her bust as a bed on the one day of the week she spent full size
>muscular as Cheer was, and as with most earth bloods, she retained her curves and then some, boasting huge G cups and a wide hips, all contained in stretchy, gym style clothes
>she also boasted a noticeable bump that interrupted her deeply grooved abs
>suffice it to say, Cheer wouldn’t be the newest Apple member for long
>Applebloom said, ”howdy, sis! Sorry to keep ya!”
>”No problem, squirt!” Cheer lifted Bloom off the ground and noogied the girl and said, “but let’s go, Granny Smith wants to document your final growth spurt, every day without fail since you’ll be growing by the hour. Oh, and Zecora; are you still sure you want to help me deliver when the time comes?” 
>”It would be an honour, great Cheerilee,
>though I’ll need an extra pair of hands, or three.”

>with the two huge girls gone, Zecora went back inside to tidy up and replace the plant merging brew
>she mixed, cooked and tidied, but she felt strange
>she was tired and kept feeling a tingle run through her, one that was pleasant but had all the hallmarks of a bout of pegasus feather tickle fever; the tickling would soon turn into painful spasms, no doubt
>”Hmm... perhaps Applebloom’s mistake can be used to give aid,
>a potion to restore the youthful feeling it made.”
>deep earth magic; a temporal tonic
>it would lock her state if being into a state she felt in the last few hours
>and when she was bonded with Bloom, she understandably felt like a teenager again, and an extremely robust one at that
>”Pegasus feather fever always lasts for four days,
>so cockatrice beak, zap apple and a pinch of ground maize...”
>she brewed up the tonic that would wind her body back, sans physical height since she wouldn’t be bound to Bloom, to that youthful period and keep her that way for the duration
>and she felt tired enough that she added a booster to it, that would make her probably ready to run several marathons in a row, and she just might; she could use the exercise after seeing Cheer’s impossible physique
>she downed the bottle, wincing at the taste, and felt an intense shudder run through her
>oddly, the most intense shudder kicked in between her legs; desire burned brightly as she went red in the face
>”A- ah, of course, my mistake. How foolish of me,
>fresh, hungry teen hormones have just been set free!”
>the normally celibate woman elected to meditate until she grew used to the boy (or girl, she wasn’t going to judge the teen)-hungry desires running through;

>Zecora meditated about the open plains of her homeland, the calming breeze through the grass, the glorious trees, with their long, hard, erect shafts, thrusting-
>she snapped from her trance, gasped and shook her head, then tried again
>the mysterious Everfree forest, her current home. The wild, exotic flora and fauna, the glistening, parted petals of an eager flowers, their dripping nectar, desperate to be invaded, plundered, pollenat-
>”What is this crass, lewd imagery?
>shoo, begone and leave me be!”
>her mind kept ambushing her with familiar faces
>except she wasn’t focusing of faces; she was imagining everyone she knew naked
>men had been a distraction in her youth, and just picturing the likes of Big Mac only made things worse
>and where she thought she could focus on her friendship with Twilight and the others, now she thought of their curvy bodies, Applejack’s amazing ass, Fluttershy’s huge breasts, the glorious tone of Rainbow Dash’s hard earned body
>Zecora looked in her mirror again; she was flushed and sweating
>for a split second, a hotter wave pulsed through her
>and Zecora swore the woman staring back at her wasn’t a woman, but a late teen version of herself
>she pinched her brow and concentrated, looked again; just Zecora again
>as the heat continued, she saw a walking stick she would take for her jaunts into the Everfree forest
>well, less a walking stick than a stave for fending off the more aggressive beasts
>a long, hard rod with a smooth, enticing, rounded end
>”Oh, fine! Just this once, to clear my head
>there’s so much more I should be doing instead.”
>she took the staff, climbed into bed, and first used her hand to stroke herself
>to no surprise, she was already wet and extremely eager
>so without further ado, Zecora took a little moisturising ointment, applied it to the rounded end of the staff, and began to ride it

>already hot and bothered, Zecora’s moans filled her hut as each thrust made her push harder and faster
>and within seconds, she felt her body tense as she was pushed to the edge of a climax
>there was something else that ran up her spine, but she didn’t have the mind to focus; she needed this
>it had been years since she had indulged, and she forgot why she even gave up this feeling
>one hand made the final thrust and her other squeezed her tit, and it was like lightning as the orgasm rocked her body
>she thrashed and shook, her bedding tossed aside and covering the tribal masks and trinkets of her collection
(-3)
>and, at last, clarity!
>she felt good as new as she rode the afterglow
>and once the pleasure faded, she stood, washed then groomed herself in the mirror
>the smiling, relaxed shamaness in the mirror looked as healthy as she ever had
>but... that feeling that started near her climax
>a shiver up her spine that spread through her whole body
>Zecora stared in disbelief as her reflection de-aged
>and she looked at her hands in case it was just the reflection; the callouses and scars from handling alchemical and medicinal substances, thorns and more faded into flawless, silky-smooth skin
>staring back in the mirror, she looked sixteen again
>her heartbeat throbbed in her hearing, and Zecora’s jaw went slack as she the mirror seemed to move lower

>everything was moving, and she staggered as the mirror continued to descend
>she even balked as her modest breasts swelled
>her hips widened and...
>then it stopped
>Zecora jabbered into the mirror, but with a final shiver, she aged again
>but it stopped short; she looked barely twenty
>”I... what... why? What just occurred?
>I’m younger? Taller? This is absurd!!”
>she stared at herself; all 5’8 of herself
>and before she stopped, she felt the warmth begin again as her arousal started poking her mind
>”Some mishap, mistake or malediction,
>I must seek a cure for this affliction.”
>Zecora searched her hut, old books and even her memory, but if there was an answer here, the returning heat and growing lust was going to stop her from doing this alone
>”Pride be damned, I need magic insight,
>to town, to visit Princess Twilight.”
>Zecora gathered what she thought might be useful, and with the youthful energy coursing through her, headed towards the Princess of Friendship
>upon reaching town, she was a rare but welcome sight to the citizens, who often travelled to her for curative for all sorts of real, vague or imagined issues
>and as she approached Twilight’s grandiose home, a few locals approach and ask for help

>Zecora was a benevolent type, even if she wasn’t above toying with people to help them learn a lesson
>years of being a local had given her a new position; a healer and repository of earth blood magic and mysticism, and a friend to boot
>as the townspeople asked her for help, and despite her current issues, she couldn’t abandon them
>there concerns were basic; colds, sprains, sicknesses and the like
>while she only brought a small amount of her full assortment of reagents and ingredients, she’s soon grinding roots, mixing oils and more to help the townspeople
>it was a tremendous distraction!
>Zecora all but forgets her situation
>until...
>”Bulk Bicep, please pull up your pants!
>keep the bandage dry and maintain a wide stance.”
>”Yeah!! Thanks, Zecora.” 
>the muscle bound air blood nodded and sauntered away
>Zecora sighed and pulled her mind back from the edge; hopefully no more intimate area injuries would befall her
>the final person in the gaggle of needy folk approached; a pretty, pink haired girl from the spa
>”So, I have this problem,” Lotus Blossom says, looking unsure
>”Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be no trouble,
>simply describe your concerns, you’ll be fine on the double.”
>the beauty nibbles her lip and gestures Zecora into the spa, then into a changing room
>”Now that it’s just us girls...”
>without another word, the woman pulls up her shirt
>Zecora gets an eyeful of a pair of immaculate, supple breasts, and her eyes try to travel lower to her slim belly and curvy hips, only to magnetise back to the perky pair
(+1)

>”they’ve been swollen and heavy for a few days. C-could you feel then and tell me if anything seems off?”
>Zecora tries to control her trembling hands as she gives them a feel, then a firm squeeze
(+1)
>Lotus Blossom gasps and moans, which makes Zecora turn red, then she goes wide eyed
>”You’re not pregnant... is your partner of the nip suckling ilk?
>Lotus hesitates, then nods
>”good, nothing to fear, but these are heavy with milk,” she finishes and raises her hand, showing the trickle on her hand
>under recommendation Lotus drain herself (or by her partner’s help) and stop if she doesn’t want to keep producing, Zecora excuses herself
>a good bit hornier once more, but she felt better about doing her part for the town; a far cry from the fear she used to receive, now trusted and accepted
>Zecora reached Twilight‘s castle and knocked on the vast doors
>they were opened by the princesses assistant, tge dragon boy Spike
>far from the little tyke he used to be, the years had been kind to him
>he’s now a handsome, slim but well toned lad barely out of his teens with finned ears, slitted green eyes and’ like air bloods, summonable wings
>Zecora asked, “Good morning Spike, I mean not to intrude,
>but I have need for someone arcanically shrewd.”
>the dragon boy blinked a few times, then asked, “what? You know, Zecora, if you need something, I don’t know why you have to rhyme and be mysterious.”
>Zecora rolled her eyes and grumbled, “Twilight is the one whom I seek,
>now may I enter? I don’t have all week.”
>”Oh, then why didn’t you say so? Come in.”

>Twilight was surprised and thrilled by Zecora being her guest for once
>the tall and curvy princess seemed quite oblivious to the fact Zecora was younger, taller and curvier than herself
>although she did seem intrigued when the shamaness  described what had happened to her
>”... so as you can see, I’m in quite some distress,
>I humbly desire your help from this mess.”
>”Wow, this will be quite a change of pace. Earth blood magic isn’t exactly well documented; just about every family line has some trick, ritual or recipe that invokes a spell, even if they don’t know it.”
>Twilight waved a hand and several books glowed purple as they levitated down to her, each opening and the pages fluttering as she scoured them, but she soon frowned
>”Hmm, what you accidentally invoked isn’t exactly your everyday spell, but some four effects now compiled together. I don’t have anything on body merging, temporal tonics or that wellness potion, but thanks to Cheerilee, I’ve done some research on your height situation. Have you ever heard of goliath apples?”
>Zecora nods.,”I did wonder, after good Cheerilee outgrew the school
>but those apples are said to be unbreakable by tool.”
>Twilight shrugged and started putting the books back by hand. “Clearly you didn’t see just how strong she  before growing bigger. She told me she ground them down by hand! Regardless, the Apple family have been making a weaker syrup from goliath apples and using it for generations. I only mention this because Applebloom took her final dose of the stuff today. Considering you were part of her for a time, do you know what this means? Uh, Zecora?”
>Twilight turns, only to catch Zecora getting an eyeful of the princess’ fashionably tight pants clad ass
(+1)
>the shaman blinked and looked Twilight in the eyes
>”Forgive me, Twilight, my mind is all over the place,
>roaming other folks figures instead of their face.”

>Twilight raised an eyebrow, then smirked
>”Maybe we can try a practical demonstrationYou said you’ve been struggling with arousal since the incident?”
>Zecora cleared her throat and fidgeted in her seat
>”It has been quite some time since I’ve lacked such control,
>but these hormones are the biggest problem on the who-“
>Twilight leaned across Zecora and gave her a face full of breast
(+2)
>”Oops, sorry, just needed... uh, this pen!”
>Twilight promptly undid two buttons on her shirt and stuffed the pen into her cleavage
(+1)
>by now, Zecora is sweating and breathing hard, and tries to calm herself down
>she doesn’t notice as Twilight ‘accidentally’ knocks a book on the floor
>and she stands, turns and bends over to pick it up, giving Zecora a close up of her curvy butt
(+1)
>Zecora stammers, “I- I need to go, I can’t take much more,
>”I’m going, I’ll show m- myself to the door.”
>said door slammed shut and bolted itself,
>”Sorry, Zecora, but for your own sake, I need to try some tests; how do you feel, and be completely honest.”
>Zecora panted and growled, “you want to know how I feel, and honestly?
>”I desperately want to climb your body like a tree!”
>Twilight scribbled some notes down as Zecora clutched her head; she was moments from losing control
>”Sorry about the duplicity, but I was sensing a build up of magic in you and needed to confirm,” Twilight said, “but it’s tied to your arousal, and it’s nearing its apex. Do I have your consent to test what happens when it peaks? It’s going to involve some contact. If not, use this.”
>Twilight summons a... very phallic shape made of pure magic

>Zecora didn’t want to subject herself to this, but she was more afraid of postponing whatever was wrong with her harming others
>feeling beside herself, and wiping her brow from sweat, Zecora gulped
>”Do with me as you so will,
>I shall swallow this bitter pill.”
>”Alright!” Twilight said and teleported from the room (and the phallic magic mass unsummoned as well)
>she returned with a bottle of lotion, which she began applying to her hands
>”I’ve recently been reading about the various pressure points in earth, air and noble peoples; did you know how varied they are? It’s fascinating! Oh, you might want to disrobe for this.”
>Zecora bit her lip; she still wasn’t comfortable with anything intimate, and even situations like with Lotus Blossom she viewed with a studious, mature attitude
>with her head filling her mind with all things lewd, she knew she couldn’t trust her own judgement; she had to trust Twilight was looking out for her best interests
>Zecora removed her simple dress and gulped again
(+1)
>”Just relax and tell me if you feel anything strange.”
>Zecora thought she would twitch at feeling another persons hands on her body, but as Twilight moved behind her and pushed against the shamaness’ back, the princess’ hands began to run up and down her body, Zecora let her wild desires take hold
>she moaned softly as Twilight cupped her larger breasts, stroked the lithe toned curves of her womanly body
(+1)
>to Twilight’s credit, there was something exploratory to her touch, rather than totally sensual
>she whispered, “it should be around... here?”
>Twi’s hands were over Zecora’s breasts, just below the collarbone
>and with a firm press of her thumbs into Zecora’s body, the shaman gasped

>it was like she was ice cold and the pressed areas were a deep warmth
>the heat filled her body, and while it aroused her, it didn’t push her towards climax
(+1)
>it just kept pumping a pure, pleasant feeling into her
>she didn’t even register that Twilight just did the same  either side of her chest, and the warmth spread faster
(+1!)
>it was overwhelming, and as it filled her to the brim, she felt something deep within
>it was deeply alien and yet familiar
>Twilight’s muffled voice pulled Zecora from her internal focus
>”Zecora? What’s going on? What-“
>there was no time to answer as the heat now burned, and Zecora yelped as a pulse of the heat washed over her
>a flash, then darkness
>a fogginess in her head
>and she suddenly remembered; it was the same feeling she had when Applebloom 
>she opened her eyes to unfamiliar hands
>and stood with a taller body
>by instinct, and with a wave of her hand, she called a mirror to herself
>a combination of Twilight Sparkle and Zecora, four coloured hair, blue and purple heterochromatic eyes
>her figure wasn’t anything outrageous; besides the extra height, Zecora and Twilight had similar figures thanks to he shaman’s earlier boost
>”Fascinating, this is a new sensation,
>but I’m not yet sure what this ultimately achieves,
>I’ll need to document the full causation,
>and formulate a spell from what the deduction leaves!”
>two smart women, both versed in true magic, alchemy, earth remedies; they would be unstoppable!
>if she also wasn’t irrepressibly horny
>with but another wave of her hand, she summoned the phallic mass again, guided it between her legs, and inserted it with a purr
>the thing pulsed, vibrated and seemed to have a mind of its own as Twicora ran her hands over herself, squeezing her breasts and stroking her gorgeous body as the phallus intensified, plunged and shook
>she then rapidly came and, with another bright flash, the two separated again
(-11)
>”Whoa,” Twilight shook her head and stood, “that was different and... unexpectedly hot. I might have to try that one again in my own time. Are you alright, Zecora?”

>Zecora also checked herself; perhaps another cup size, a little more cushioning around the hips and ass
>she also had a couple more inches of height up to 5’10, but as she clothed herself again, found her loose dress still covered her well
>Zecora sighed. ”I hate to say that I’m growing used to this,
>but that feels a big opportunity to miss.”
>Twilight smiled. “Not necessarily. Pairing with you has given me some insights to your condition...”
>the princess theorised that Zecora’s body was in flux: the temporal tincture trying to reach Zecora’s teens, where Applebloom’s goliath apple fuelled growth awaited, and the health boost to an ideal true age
>the energy gathered within her from this mixup was also bound to the hormonal flood, and reaching climax discharged the energy into the temporal tincture, de-ageing her to her teens and causing a rapid growth spurt, and the more energy gathered, the longer it would last
>lastly, because her body was also trying to revert to the point Zecora was under the effects of the accidental body merging concoction, too much energy build up without climax would trigger that effect too, but this was the least understood factor without experimentation
>it might not need her hitting her peak, but just a strong charge and the right subject
>the mix of magic was beyond Twilight’s ability to unravel without more research; research she needed to conduct at the Canterlot royal library, where some of the oldest recorded earth magic was documented
>”However, before I head to Canterlot, let’s give you another examination; if joining with Applebloom gave you goliath apple empowered growth spurts, I can’t help but wonder what joining with me changed.”
>Twilight conducts a few less invasive tests, and even the ones that involve any touching are done tactfully
>Zecora soon still finds herself distracted, but not by anything in the room or her currently subdued arousal
>she can feel several entities beyond the room that seem to resonate with her in some way; each feels familiar and calming
>”I feel energy points flowing near and far,
>like a darkened night and each a shining star...”
>Twilight raised an eyebrow. ”Wait, you mean you can *sense* them too? Our joining must have unlocked some noble blooded magic potential within you; those are my friends you can feel! Well, now I’ll definitely need to start doing some reading into these earth blood substances.”
>Zecora focused back inside the room again, and knew her body and mind was still subject to the same problems, and she couldn’t help but worry

>”But what should I be doing while you conduct your research?
>I’m still acting in ways that my reputation shall besmirch.”
>Twilight replied, “I’ll be as quick as I can, but I want to be thorough so it could be at least a day, maybe more. Maybe seek out something to keep yourself occupied, though; you’re welcome to stay here and peruse my library, but I think anything to keep yourself active would help. Regardless what you choose, be sure to let Spike know where you’re going in case I need to find you, or if you need to ask me anything as well. Take care and try to relax.”
>with a flash of purple light, Twilight vanished
>and Zecora now potentially had three and a half days of this constant horniness, only she knew it was inevitable that she would be growing and she was at risk of merging 
>not to mention her capacity for this ‘charge’ had been increased too, and merging might alter Zecora even more
(0/15)
>with nothing but time, Zecora first checked through some books, but while that was fine for a few hours, her mind began wandering to these entities she felt a connection with
>the door opened and Spike peeked inside
>”Hey, Zecora. Twilight told me to check in to see if you needed anything while you’re here. She seemed worried.”
>Zecora nodded and replied, “I believe I am just fine for now,
>or as well as can be, anyhow.”
>”Ok, well, just holler.”
>Spike turned to leave, but it was like time stopped for Zecora and her usual shaman wisdom spurred a scientific analysis as she realised that Spike was one of the entities she could feel
>they were people Twilight had especially strong feelings for, and might just mean suitable merging criteria
>after all, Zecora and Applebloom were closer than she was than most
>but Twilight knew several people deeply, and even stranger, Zecora could maybe analyse what effects joining them might inflict

>Zecora asked, “actually Spike, if I might be so bold,
>some tea would be nice; I’m feeling quite cold.”
>Spike smiled and nodded; and hurried off, but when he returned with a tea-tray, Zecora studied him further and again the scientific mind afforded by the Twilight merge struck again...
-Magic pool: +3
-Growth/Figure adjustment: none
-Traits: Dragon Greed: strong greed and envy can cause temporary but massive growth
>Zecora shook her head as Spike put down the tray of tea, so she thanked him and pondered on this new information
>her merge with Applebloom also came to mind, the one she already had...
-Magic pool: +2
-Growth/Figure adjustment: extreme height
-Traits: Goliath apple spurts: causes height increases of severe magnitude
>and Twilight...
-Magic pool: +5
-Growth/Figure adjustment: mild hourglass, mild height
-Traits: studious: what you’re looking at now
>”You okay, Zecora?”
>Spike was right in Zecora’s face, waving a clawed hand and trying to get her attention
>so close that it stirred Zecora once more; the young man really was quite handsome, and exotic with his draconic traits
(+1)
>”Y- yes, thank you, my friend, I am just fine,
>to get this close, you must have taken a shine!”
>Spike blushes and cleared his throat as Zecora realised she just flirted with him
(+2)
>the dragon boy stammered, “I- I was just making sure you’re okay; you were staring at me. I’m... I’d best get back to work.”
>Spike left once more and Zecora, now once again feeling aroused, now had to make plans as she sipped her tea as she realised she felt compelled to run some experiments of her own... after all, this was going to be a unique few days 

>growing listless, Zecora decides to take a walk out to the Everfree forest
>that she might sate her curiosity with her new found analytical power was just a bonus
>because at this point, if Zecora knew she was going to be a horny, ever changing, body-sharing shaman for a few days, she would have secluded herself
>but now, as much as she wouldn’t admit it, she had the... energetic curiosity of Twilight in her and a desire to use this opportunity to its fullest
>she finally decided she could have her Everfree walk and occupy herself at the same time; Fluttershy seemed like a good person to visit
>Zecora thought, ‘animals and nature? What’s not to like?’
>she informed Spike she where she would be going, and set off out into town
>it was afternoon by now, and the town was still busy, and that meant she took a long route through the market to see if she could spot any of these close entities
>the towering figure of Cheerilee stood out, as she guzzled a barrel of some sort of protein drink
>her heavy and powerful frame glistening from a recent workout, despite her early but obvious signs of pregnancy
>of course being a twelve feet tall, muscular, goliath apple fuelled giantess who had to be shrunk six days out of seven to operate safely as a teacher, it wasn’t a wonder she stood out
>let alone her full sixty foot true height
>and Zecora felt Applebloom’s familiarity, as both teacher and now sister-in-law, and studied her...
-Magic pool: +2
-Growth/figure adjustment: massive height, massive strength
-Traits: Gifted earth blood athlete: super strength, but needs effort to maintain
Recently made giantess: only being a giant for a few months, merging would only yield a fraction of her true size, but still substantial
>Applejack arrived and joined her, and the once towering farm girl looked petty tiny by comparison, although her figure was less muscular, her famous hips still stood out against her giant friend
>and Zecora felt Twilight and Applebloom’s kinship grant her insight into AJ too...
-Magic pool: +3
-Growth/figure adjustment: major height, major strength, extreme ass/hip/thigh
-Traits: Goliath apple affinity boost: all height increases enhanced
-Element of Harmony: ???
>it was food for thought, and the sight of all that power stirred more thoughts about being made either of their playthings, but Zecora continued on her way
(+1)

>with the town behind her, Fluttershy’s humble, one with nature home was a pleasing sight
>the squawk, squeal and growls from the nearby stream sent Zecora around to the back garden
>and there was the 5’8 curvaceous beauty herself
>clad in a pair of tight short-shorts and an overburdened bikini top as she bathes a plethora of animals
>Zecora gasped at the expanse of curves on display; clearly Fluttershy was less modest when she only expected the company of her many woodland friends
>and before Zecora could mentally prepare herself, Angel bunny wriggled in her grip and leapt free, sending Shy’s wet, glistening mounds into a violent quake that made one pop free, complete with an erect nipple, before she readjusted herself and scowled at the white furball
(+4)
>Zecora put her hands over her eyes and forced the burning arousal back down
>”Oh, hi Zecora!”
>the shaman gulped, readied herself and looked at Fluttershy
>to her relief (yet annoyance, Zecora discovered with self surprise), the pink haired woman had thrown on a towel, that she wore like a poncho
>”Fluttershy, how do you do?
>and how is your fine furry crew?”
>the kindly soul smiles and replies, “oh, just making sure everyone is clear of fleas.”
>she then glances at Angel bunny and huffs, “some are making a big deal out of it though... oh, you’re good with animals, right? Maybe you could help me? Oh, if I’m not being too pushy, that is.”
>Zecora nodded and replied, “that would be just fine, so be at ease,
>I know a fine way to ward off fleas.”
>Shy led Zecora inside, and it gave the shaman a chance to finally analyse her...
-Magic pool: +3
-Height/figure adjustment: massive breast, moderate hip
-Traits: Natural beauty: strikingly beautiful without even trying
Element of Harmony: ???
>”Now, I don’t want you getting that pretty dress all wet, and I have some spare clothes that Pinkie left behind that...”
>Shy stops as she holds up a garishly pink set of yoga pants and a camisole as she looks Zecora over
>”Huh? You’re taller than I remember. And fuller figured.”
>Zecora decided to employ some of her usual, riddle-dabbling methods;
>”I am only as tall as one perceives,
>but any clothes are fine without long sleeves.”

>the two nature loving women resumed washing animals anew, and having quickly picked a few flowers  and plants then mixed them into a shampoo, Zecora was treating them and protecting the many critters from parasites while doing some rudimentary health checks
>Pinkie’s clothes fit... mostly
>although the fact the shaman and party girl were no longer the same height and Zecora was slimmer meant it was loose in places, tight in others
>and much to Zecora’s chagrin (and budding, ever-distracting pleasure), Fluttershy was back to her bikini top clad, wet-skinned glory
(+2)
>it dawned on Zecora that she could feel the merging power awaken, but she was still in control
(10/15)
>and besides, she was busy with the creatures enough that she found it easy to ignore Shy’s jiggling self as they worked
>the sun was going down by the time they finished
>”Think fast, Zecora!”
>the shaman found herself doused in a bucket of soapy water, followed by a tackling hug from Shy
>”Thanks for helping! A- and sorry, I promised Dash that I’d start pranking and deriving fun from the mild discomfort of others in the name of friendship. Um, maybe I should have asked first.”
>Zecora would have replied
>except she had a mouthful of wet titty and hands full of Shy’s well padded ass

>being buried under Fluttershy’s amazing body spiked both Zecora’s lust and her desire to use her powers
>with a moment of focus, she felt her body flux and a bright flash ensued
>for the third time, she was suddenly more than just Zecora
>she was known as a good hearted woman, but she felt a depth of kindness within her as big as an ocean
>and a creeping amount of self doubt, something she was familiar with deep in her chest; memories of being mocked for wanting to cast magic, despite her earth blood... old wounds that Zecora didn’t want to retread
>but it was what was *on* her chest that unfamiliar
>she sat up, and watched the vast swells of her new tits wobble for over a full second after she stopped moving instead of a moment
>she familiar with her old B cups, or even her newly budded D’s from her growth spurt and joining with Twilight
>but these were something else; each had to be as big as her head
>two perfect, caramel coloured breasts
>Zecorshy stood and ran her hands over her body as it wasn’t just her chest that stood out, but her ass and hips once more had swelled too
>she swept her pink, black and white hair back and smiled
>”how can we lack confidence when as beautiful as this?
>I feel sexy enough that I could kill with but a kiss.”
>then it dawned on her
>bonding with the noble-blooded Twilight gave her a fleeting ability to use real magic, but she had been overwhelmed by her powers at the time and orgasmed, so she split before she could really experience power
>so being bonded with an air blood, and having complete control, if still a bit turned on
(4/18)
>Zecorshy glanced over her shoulder, licked her lips
>and summoned her wings
>yellow, black and white feathers unfurled and extended
>Zecorshy gasped as they moved with Shy’s instincts and experience
>a huge smile crossed her face as she crouched, raised her wings, then leapt and took flight
>Shy wasn’t the most confident flier, and Zecora had no experience
>after a few near misses with buildings and trees, their joined mind patched together the shaman’s wisdom and Shy’s more relaxed, casual style of flying
>if Twilight cured her right now, Zecorshy would have felt this whole misadventure worth it for this moment; she was flying over the town at sunset, and it was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen!
>but she craved more; Zecora’s sensible and Shy’s timid mind made her feel cooped up
>she needed a stronger flier
>and then she saw Rainbow Dash’s cloudborne house, and smirked

>Dash’s home was a beautiful place, sculpted from clouds (also enchanted to help non air bloods from falling through it)
>you had to take Twilight’s old hot air balloon to reach it without flight
>as such, Zecora had never been here, so as Zecorshy, she was relying on Shy’s guidance
>as she landed, she felt a cold shiver
(-2)
>”Ah, this transformation is but temporary,
>now, let’s seek the owner of this aerie.”
>it was night time now, and the lights in the house were on, so she snooped around
>Zecorshy wasn’t surprised to see Dash hard at work in her personal gym
>the spectrum haired woman was performing one armed pull-ups
>while wearing a weighted belt
>*and* holding a kettlebell
>Zecorshy couldn’t help but marvel at the 5’2 woman’s physique as she was clearly at full pump; she was as ripped as Cheerilee
-Magic pool: +3
-Growth/figure adjustment: major muscle, moderate ass/thigh 
-Traits: Awesome all round athlete: super speed, super conditioning, amazing stamina in the sheets
Element of Harmony: ??
>Zecorshy went to the front door and knocked
>but another shiver and a flash split Zecorshy up just in time for Dash to open the door
(-2) (0/18)
>the two women blinked, glanced at each other, then at the sweaty Rainbow Dash
>”Hey, Shy. Zecora? Never thought I’d see you in my neck of the clouds! What’s shaking?”
>both visitors blinked at each other, and Zecora cleared her throat as she blushed and tugged at her ludicrous, tight pink clothes
>clothes now overburdened by a freshly grown pair of tits rivalling Fluttershy’s own, and hips that strained yoga pants designed for Pinkie’s own ample curves
>”Just a friendly visit, and not to impose,
>but I don’t suppose you have some looser spare clothes?

>Dash let the pair in and Dash busied herself getting herself washed from her workout
>and Zecora now wore a big pj shirt, but it fit Zecora perfectly, though she still wore the pink yoga pants
>Fluttershy fiddled with her fingers and asked, “maybe it’s not my place to ask, and I hope I’m not being rude, but... um... what in the hay was all that?”
>What was what?” Dash said as she entered the room, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her
(+1)
>Zecora raised an eyebrow and said, “that was fast, it’s been but a minute,
>I suppose use of your speed is infinite.”
>”Damn right! Ain’t got no time for luxury these days if I’m gonna be a rival to peeps like Cheerilee and Applejack. So, how’s the... uh, witchy stuff?”
>Zecora scowled. “I’m not a witch, I’m a bringer of good health,
>of both mind and body, plus of spiritual wealth.”
>Fluttershy interjected, ”I really need to know what just happened, Zecora! What happened to us?”
>Rainbow Dash raised a multicoloured eyebrow at Zecora, who sighed and ran a hand through her black and white hair
>”It’s a long story, but I suppose you should know,
>and it may seem far fetched, keep your minds open though.”
>Zecora recanted the whole affair; the merging, the potion mishaps, and the arousal (much to Shy’s blushing and Dash’s childish giggling)
>”... so you see, this situation is temporary and unique,
>and taking advantages of new experiences I seek.”
>Shy said, ”I suppose it was nice having your calm demeanour for a time.”
>Dash snickered, ”I’m still getting a kick out of stuffy, sensible Zecora being turned into a wild sex fiend. So what if I did this?”
>Dash stood and whipped her towel off
(+6)
>”Dash! Cover your shame!” Fluttershy squealed and covered her eyes
>Zecora nearly had a heart attack
>”Guh... I...  just what are you doing!?
>you have no idea the trouble you’re brewing!!”
>Dash flexed. ”C’mon, Stripes! Take a good look at this awesome bod! Does it do things for ya? I’ve put on ten pounds of muscle since Cheerilee got huge. Give me your honest opinion; am I awesome, or am I awesome?”
>Zecora couldn’t stop staring; the flex of Dash’s arms, the clench of her abs, the subtle jiggle of her modest tits on the pectorals as they moved, and those deliciously thick thighs!
(+4)
>but it wasn’t enough to not want revenge for taunting her, so Zecora stood, approached the surprised Dash, and merged with her
(-10)

>”Oh my goodness! Are you alright? Or... both of you alright?” Shy stared
>and right she should stare! Raincora looked awesome!
>”Hell yeah, check me out, I’m ripped and I’m hot,
>everyone’ll be jealous about just what I got!”
>her bust was smaller than Zecora’s new H cup assets, ‘only’ an F cup, and she was shorter than the shaman at 5’7 too
>but she had every bit of Dash’s muscle, thunder-making thighs and she stared at her bicep, then down at...
>well, she couldn’t see her abs anymore, but her fingers traced them, then stroked her big tits
>in fact, being part earth blood...
>”Dude, I gotta give this new bod a try,
>come on, just try not to drool, Shy.”
>Fluttershy followed the even more varied haired woman back through to her gym
>an she went straight up to the bench rack, get into position, and lifted the weights
>they were set at Dash’s limit, and they felt like they weighed nothing
>”Hey, Shy, do me a solid and double the load,
>I’m gonna get myself in a serious beast mode!”
>Shy helped do just that, and Raincora realised she was at Cheerilee’s strength levels, at least prior to her outgrowing the school
>Dash’s enjoyment of exercise sparked Zecora’s arousal, and after another full set of weights, she was panting like a dog, and not from exhaustion
>she was high on her strength
(+6) (7/21)
>Raincora looked at the impressed Fluttershy and winked
>”I could do that all night, but I’ve got something else in mind,
>how’s about we take this to bed and have a little love grind?”
>Fluttershy blushed and said, “W-where’s this coming from? I thought we said that was a one time thing?”
>Raincora licked her lips. “C’mon, you saying you don’t want a piece?
>now I’m more than before and we both need release?”
>”How did you know... oh, right, Zecora. But what about Soarin’?” 
>Raincora shrugged. “He’s only got problems with me doing other men,
>but I’d you really don’t wanna, I won’t ask again.”
>Shy looked over Raincora’s body, sighed and couldn’t help but smirk
>”Oh, fine.”

>clothes discarded, bedroom door slammed open
>Raincora and Fluttershy held, kissed, caressed and groped each other
(+4)
>Raincora had a massive advantage; half of her had bedded the kind-hearted, extra-curvy girl before
>of course the other half had *been* her and knew her inside and out
>Fluttershy was pressed into the bed as Raincora’s fingers toyed within the bustier woman and took mere moments to blast Shy into an orgasm
>Raincora brought her slick fingers to her mouth and licked them clean as Shy gasped for breath
(+4)
>”That all you got, Fluttershy?
>come on, hot stuff, make me cry!”
>then came The Stare
>all her strength meant nothing; Shy rolled Raincora over and began returning the favour; it was like being worshipped, and it stroked Dash’s ego and naturally flared Zecora’s relentless arousal
>The Stare wore off and they resumed pleasuring each other
>and then she felt it
(+5) (20/21)
>Raincora was on the brink, but the clear sensation of her merging power sparking, when she was already merged?
>it was crazy, dangerous and she didn’t know what would happen; Zecora would never do such a thing
>but Dash?
>gimme!
>a bright light
>and a lot of noise
>but not audible noise; internal
>she climbed out of bed and staggered into Dash’s bathroom
>the light clicked on, and she went slack jawed at the... perfection in the mirror
>a towering 6’9, gloriously ripped and absurdly curvy woman who could rival Princess Celestia; no longer somewhere in between or the best of all three, but combined
>her hair was black and pink with rainbow highlights
>and glowing purple and blue eyes eyes
>somehow, even more amazing, were her wings
>they were huge; the spacious bathroom wouldn’t let them fully unfurl
>yellow, blue and grey feathered limbs that were twice the size of a normal air blooded woman
>Zecorshy Dash (she guessed that would work) grinned
>”I have give these a test flight!!
>but then she yawned; all three were tired before the merge and it was getting seriously late
>”then I guess call it a night...”

>outside, it was a hop, skip and a dive
>Shy and Zecora fought with Dash as she plummeted head-first toward the ground, but Dash had done this a million times before
>then all three made their single body spread her wings
>Dash was the experienced flier here, and knew the science of flight better than Twilight’s... well, most sciences
>but it didn’t take an expert to realise just how absurd her speed, capacity to glide, manoeuvrability... everything was beyond what any of them had experienced before
>”Celestia’s tits, this is amazing!
>better call some rain, ‘cause we are blazing!”
>Zecorshy Dash had to keep pushing her limits; at full pace, she managed to stop dead in the air with one flap of her wings
>it caused a gust of air strong enough to nearly uproot a tree!
>then a second flap sent her rocketing skyward!
>then, higher and higher into the clouds
>a shudder
>and three girls emerged from one...
>”Uhh... uh oh...” all three said
>”No, no, NO!” Zecora screamed as she fell
>Shy and Dash, after a moment of free fall to get their bearings, dived after her
>except they passed by her as they cut through the cloud layer, and paused
>”Where is she?” Dash called to her less confident friend
>”I don’t know! We... huh?”
>a feather fluttered by Fluttershy
>a white and black feather
>and with all the grace of an air blood child learning the art, Zecora flapped wildly into view
>with her own pair of wings
>”Looking sharp, Zecora!” Dash cheered
>”Stop gawking, help me down to the soil!
>I feel not long for this mortal coil!”
>Dash snorted and laughed. “Ah, quit being a drama queen. You’re doing great for a first timer!”
>punctuated with Zecora flapping herself upside down and stalling, only for Shy to catch her and give Dash an evil look
>”Ugh, fiiine...”
>back in Terra firma, thankfully near Zecora’s hut, the shamaness’ wings were indeed just like a air blood’s; she could summon or dismiss them at will, with a little practice
>she also had Dash’s muscular physique on top of her Shy-blessed curves; thick thighs, huge hips and massive breasts and hard muscle married perfectly
>and as for Dash and Fluttershy themselves?
>”Oh my goodness... I don’t know how I feel about having abs and bulging biceps...” Shy pouted and felt her chiseled belly
>”And I’ll probably have to do some serious binding for these puppies because of aeronautical drag,” Dash said as she felt her new F cups, “but I can deal! Soarin’s gonna have a fit!”
>Dash was also now 5’6, but Shy and Zecora remained their 5’8 and 5’10 heights respectively
>and before another word was said, they all yawned in unison
>”I’ve had quite enough fun for just one day,
>though I’d like to extend the offer to stay.” Zecora gestured to her hut
>both her companions politely declined and they parted ways
>Zecora dragged herself into her bed and collapsed into a deep sleep
End of Day One.

>a kiss on her neck
>hands on her body, gentle, then firm
>she was a goddess, and they were paying tribute
>she wanted this
>she *needed* this
(+4)
>and rightly so
>she wasn’t just some peddler of potions
>or some dispenser of wise advice
>she had coached a princess in her own specialty of magic, cured countless illnesses and all sorts of feats
>she had worked hard to become the woman she was
>why should she deny herself this simple pleasure
>the hands grasped and stroked
>and penetrated
>Zecora awoke as a climax surged through her
(-4)
>her hands were wet with her self satisfaction and frustration of the emptiness of her bed
>she put her feet on the floor, and they hit the carpeted earth earlier than normal
>and Zecora stood and staggered over to her mirror
>an unfamiliar silhouette greeted her
>firm biceps and strong shoulders made her once smooth contours curve and exude power
>and the jiggle of her huge tits stood proudly on the flexing panels of her pectoral muscles and obscured the topmost of hard ridged abdominals
>all sat atop broad hips, and a sideways turn revealed a thick, cushioned but muscular ass and huge thighs
>that she had to bend down to see her face reminded her she was five inches taller than her old 5’5
>even her face didn’t seem right
>the familiar creep of wrinkles of her thirty plus years had faded, and her dark blue eyes shone with vigour
>just as these details became more normal to her, they shifted again
>already younger than she should be, the dark skinned woman felt a tickle as her twenty year old form grew younger, into her teens
>no maturity remained as the black and white haired girl heard her bones creak and muscles stretch longer
>and her already luscious curves swelled bigger
>right, she thought to herself, the potion mishap
>she gasped from pleasure as her view rose higher
>and as her body stopped growing, her features once more matured to adulthood, if only just

>Zecora looked down her voluptuous, amazonian, 6’2 body
>but the J cupped, childbearing physique wasn’t everything she had gained
>it just reminded her if what she had developed last night
>with a flex of a... well, not a muscle, but an inner urging, two glorious wings sprouted from her back
>a blend of black and white feathers, like a magpie, and the larger ones featured both shades in their fletching, making them seem grey at a glance
>the limbs responded like her arms and legs, but flight seemed alien to her
>while she remembered traces of Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy’s knowledge of flight, without their presence, it was like trying to remember a song without knowing the lyrics
>only trying to hum this particular tune would likely end with her crashing and breaking something; she needed practice and guidance before she took that risk
>with a sigh, she ran herself a bath, has breakfast (and grumbled at eating twice as much to sate her hunger) and got dressed
>or tried to, but her body was now overburdening even her loosest dresses
>she took a needle and some thread, took two of her more worn outfits, and combined them
>the comparison of merging two dresses into one wasn’t lost on her
>and as a precaution, she impressed herself by creating a ‘pocket’ in the dress that, if she grew larger, would give her room to expand
>there was a knock on the door once Zecora got dressed
>and she was pleasantly surprised to open the door to a purple haired young lady; Scootaloo, at rest on her scooter
>”Morning, Zecora!”
>the shaman smiled. ”And a fine and vibrant morning to you,
> what can I do for you, young Scootaloo?”
>”Applejack wondered if you’d come check out Applebloom; she isn’t feeling well. We’d ask the doctor, but you know Granny Smith; she thinks she knows best and AJ reckons she’d listen to your advice.”
>Zecora nodded and started mentally preparing another travel case of cures and remedies; she certainly got through her last one when she last braced the town
>”Oh, and Trixie’s in town to put on a show! Just as well Twilight isn’t around so she can’t give her the usual business. Gotta figure Starlight Glimmer might turn up to help out too, but last I heard, she was studying in Canterlot.”

>Scootaloo tilted her head and looked Zecora over, and added, “dang, you’ve gotta tell me your workout routine. You’re looking jacked! I don’t remember you looking that strong before, or that tall. Maybe you could give me some pointers; I’m trying to catch up with and impress Rainbow Dash!”
>Zecora couldn’t hold back a smirk, although the 5’4 Scootaloo was no slouch either; she was already well toned and pushed herself hard, even if she still had a ways to go
>once more, the little bit of Twilight in her analysed the young speedster
-Magic pool: +2
-Growth/figure adjustment: moderate muscle, others inadequate
-Traits: Great Potential: still budding and developing, nowhere near her peak
Crusader clique: merging with all members: +2 Magic pool 
>”Well, I’m gonna get going. Applebloom might not be feeling up to it, but me and Sweetie Belle still gotta get people on the track! Seeya later!”
>Scootaloo shot off back towards town on her scooter, 
>Zecora then gathered her things, and set off
>her brief pass by town to reach Sweet Apple Acres showed there was indeed  some buzz; Trixie, despite her past, now had a following, with her developing magic powers on top of her showmanship
>though as Scootaloo mentioned, Twilight still had concerns
>nevertheless, Zecora soon passed by the sea of apple trees, including the crusader treehouse, although it was now their ‘office’ for listless folk, mostly kids, who sought a purpose and the three girls would give advice
>and the farm itself was in full swing, with Applejack, Big Mac in full swing, and Cheerilee was acting as ca crane by hauling the packed boxes onto wagons

>Zecora had studied all but the huge, 7’10 older brother before, and gave him a cursory study
-Magic pool: +3
-Growth/figure adjustment: major height, major muscle
-Traits: Goliath apple affinity: amplified growth
Super strength: even stronger than he looks
>Zecora tried, and failed to take her eyes off the brawny hunk
(+2)
>and then he took his shirt off and used it to mop his brow
(+4) (6/21)
>Zecora’s gaze lingered on his broad shoulders and musculature for too long, and finally tore her gaze away
>only to see Cheerilee do the same, exposing her own  impressive body (although with a giant bra) and she winked at her husband
>baby bump besides, Cheer was still an impossible exemplar of earth blooded might; big curves and bigger muscles on a giantess frame
(+2)
>in danger of getting distracted, Zecora pressed on to the farmhouse itself
>and with a knock on the door, Granny Smith answered
>”Wassat? Who’re you”
>despite her doubts, Zecora analysed Granny Smith
-Magic pool: +1?
-Growth/figure adjustment: negatives on all aspects
-Traits: aching hips, bad back, light senility
>the shaman replied, ”Zecora, and can I come in?
>I’ve come to assist with Applejack’s kin.”
>”We don’t need no cored apples, missy, now if ye don’t mind, I’m tryin’ta rustle up an cold tonic.”
>the half-senile woman closed the door and Zecora grumbled as she knocked again
>Granny Smith opened the door and went to speak
>only for Zecora to cut her off as she said, “you should listen to me, and listen good,
>I’m here for Applebloom’s sake, understood?”
>”Wait just an applebuckin’ minute... I only know one person who rhymes like that...”
>the old woman peered up at the tall shaman and squinted
>”Cousin Crabby?”
>*sigh*

>some time later...
>Applebloom sniffled and huddled under the covers as Zecora took the young woman’s temperature
>the girl had clearly finished yesterday’s goliath apple growth spurt
 >she had to be 7’7 judging by the fact she was now taller than her bed was long since her feet stuck off out of her covers
>she was also burning hot, yet shivering
>Applebloom suddenly giggled then groaned in pain
>pegasus feather tickle fever; of course
>Zecora started feeling the effects after the potion mishap, so either of them might have contracted it before and spread it to the other
>but where Zecora was still fine, thanks to the potions she took, she couldn’t do the same to Applebloom, since she had it for too long
>instead she ground up some basic pain relief powder, poured some in a glass of water and placed it beside the girl, who coughed, sat up, gulped it down and returned under the covers
>”take a spoonful in the morning, and in four days, it will run its course,
>then you’ll be fine, walking tall, back at play and fit as a horse!”
>”Thanks, Zecora,” Applebloom said, meekly but managing a smile
>Zecora’s more matronly side took hold for a moment as she patted the sickly girl on the head then collected her things, and she felt calmer from the earlier muscular Apple family demonstration
(-2) (4/21)
>she also realised that she potentially had another three days of wandering, taking advantage of her unique circumstance or just keeping occupied

>an event as infrequent as ‘The Great and Powerful’ Trixie being in town was a fascinating prospect
>after all, Zecora could see just how truly powerful people were, and she certainly wanted to go look around town and see who was attending
>not to mention that by all accounts, Trixie had been practicing her magic
>frankly, there was a lot Zecora could be doing, but if there’s one thing she was learning to accept, it was to indulge in opportunities
>and upon leaving the Apple family house, she was once more bombarded with tall, muscular earth blood eye candy
>AJ, Big Mac and Cheerilee were a well oiled machine as each worked up a sweat, and Zecora just admired the spectacle
>the flex of Big Mac’s muscle, the swing of Applejacks’s hips
(+2)
>Cheerilee’s... just Cheerilee; she was like Big Mac’s brawn and AJ’s bottom-heavy femininity in one more more mature package, yet also had massive boobs that swayed slower than anyone else’s thanks to her fourteen foot height; it was hypnotic
>Zecora wanted to bury herself in them
(+2)
>just imagining them swinging if Cheerilee was her true sixty foot height; one breast alone would have more volume than even Celestia’s whole ten foot, generously padded body
(+3) (11/21)
>Zecora realised that could be her, as her merging power flared to life
>honestly, any of these three would give Zecora a substantial boost
>after all, when AJ, the shortest of the three, still had a clear foot on the shaman 
>there was a hint of jealousy; Zecora was big, but she could be bigger; Cheer’s raw height or this ‘affinity’ for goliath apples from the siblings could mean Zecora could ride her own growth spurts to make her sprout like a weed
>but maybe just approaching the tightly knit family and merging with one out of nowhere wasn’t the wisest move
>Zecora hid and observed for a while
>until...

>Applejack and Bic Mcintosh passed a final box to Cheerilee, who placed it high up on a fully stacked wagon and tied rope over the load
>”Are you sure you don’t need a hand, AJ?”
>AJ tipped her hat to the giantess. ”I’preciate the concern, Bigilee, but Pinkie says she’s already called in the cavalry. Thanks to Pinkie hearin’ through the grapevine about Trixie’s show early, we’re gonna make more bits than any of us can carry! Don’t matter if folk’re gonna want a snack for the show or somethin’ to hurl on stage, it’ll be a good days profit. Anyway, I’ll be helpin’ Mr and Mrs Cake bake up enough grub for the show then help Pinkie sell it, so don’t wait up!”
>Cheer sat down on an empty cart, which creaked beneath her one and a half ton weight, and she felt her baby bump as AJ rode the loaded wagon off towards town
>Big Mac puts a hand on her leg and says, ”you okay, shmoopie doo?”
>”I could go for some water, please, sugar bear.”
>Big Mac jogs over to the farmhouse water pump, where Zecora is waiting just around the corner
>and as he pumps water to fill a bucket, she steps around and...
(-10) (1/24)
>suddenly there was more of her
>a *lot* more
>Fluttershy and Twilight were well built women, and Twilight was tall too
>same with the more muscular Applebloom and Dash, although while Dash was shorter, she was far more beefy
>Big Macora looked down at herself
>way, *way* down
>Big Mac didn’t exactly bring any bust to the occasion, so her chest was back to a modest D, and even Zecora’s amazing hips and ass were lessened by the sheer amount of brawn on her frame
>even the bulk she had gained from Rainbow Dash paled in comparison to the fact her arms were now thicker than most people’s waists
>but she was 7’10 of musclebound hotness otherwise
>Mac had some... interesting mental baggage as well
>something about dreams about being a princess-
>Macora shook her head, pushed those thoughts aside, picked up the bucket and made her way to Cheerilee, who is now inside the barn but basking in the sun through the window with her eyes closed and on top of a pile of hay
>Mac’s side sparked up again in a way that made her hold her breath
>Zecora had dealt with Rainbow Dash’s libido, her own ever present lusts and the two combined, but she’d never experienced this feeling
>Big Mac worshipped this woman, admired every inch of her body and every shred of her spirit
>Zecora felt an intense jealousy
>sure, she had chosen a life of solitude and chastity, and she had recently been forced to indulge as she had, but all of this was just compounding; Zecora wanted someone like Big Mac wanted Cheerilee
>with a sigh, equally longing and awe, Macora walked up to Cheerilee
>she heard Macora’s approach though, and said, “thanks sweetie,” as she holds out her hand with her eyes still closed

>Macora places the bucket in Cheer’s hand, more a typical cup to her, and she gulps down a few mouthfuls
>then utters an “oops” as she ‘accidentally’ pours half of it over her chest
(+2)
>the water cascades down over, between and around her massive bust as she giggles
>and continues as the trickles flow down every groove of her musculature
>”Oh no, what a mess; if only some big, strapping man would come help me get dry?”
>the Big Mac side of the hybrid stirred to attention again
>normally quiet and sensible, he licked their combined lips and took the reins, and Zecora was happy to let him have his fun
>Cheerilee lounged back as Big Macora climbed on top, and began kissing the vast form of the teacher and part time farm girl and sipping the water
>”Oh, you’ve shaved for little old me?”
>Big Macora just grunted an acknowledgement, thankfully still low enough to not make Cheer suspicious
>Zecora was bathing in the sensations; it was one thing to see Cheerilee, but to feel her and taste a woman so large and powerful?
>and through the lens of such a devoted husband’s heart?
>it was the headiest drug and the most arousing thing she had felt so far
(+8)
>Cheer’s moans intensified as Macora’s hands proved and dived deep into Cheer’s spacious folds
>the lack of the right ‘equipment’ was just frustrating Big Mac even further
(+3)(14/24)
>even so, Macora continued to apply her vast strength to please the giant, who’s moans filled the barn
>but then she finally opened her eyes and glanced longingly down at... an oddly familiar stranger
>a shriek, a swat of the arm
>and Macora is flung fifty feet out the barn
>by sheer borrowed instinct from her previous merges, Zecora makes their form unfurl her white, black and now red wings
>Macora glides and skids to a stop and unsummons her wings
>as she’s pursued by a very angry giantess
>”Alright, you perverted slut, you’ve got exactly five seconds to explain what they hay you think you’re doing or I’m gonna stomp you flat!”
>a pregnant schoolteacher she may be, but Macora believed every word of the threat
>especially since despite her new hugeness, Cheerilee was almost literally twice Macora’s height
>and barring her much larger curves (and said height), odds were she was every bit as strong as Macora was

>there’s no winning moves here
>Zecora curses her drive for more power and size overcoming her sensible nature
>it suddenly became apparent where so many villains fall off the deep end
>Big Mac cursed himself for not putting a stop to this ahead of time, but he was an easy going guy
>heck what can you do when your smart, caring wife presents herself like that, purring and eager?
>Big Macora realised they had only one option; eat humble pie
>”I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I swear!
>but surely you’ve got to recognise your sugar bear?”
>Cheerilee cocked an eyebrow. “You’re a woman.”
>”I’m a joinin’ of Applejack’s big older brother,
>as well as who you picked as your child’s godmother!”
>Cheerilee stopped, squinted and her jaw slowly went slack as the realisation sank in
>”Sweet Celestia, Zecora? I can see it too. Just what’s going on?”
>Macora shrugged. “Equal parts seekin’ to strengthen our bond,
>and I’m intrigued with experiencing those of which I’m fond.”
>Cheer sat down and asked, “and you didn’t think to just ask? And before you respond in some rhyme about if I’d believe you, have you been paying attention to this town the last ten years? Everything from Princess Luna being redeemed when Twilight first arrived all the way to me being turned into a giant, I can understand and accept a lot of weird stuff.”
>she’s got Macora there, so the hybrid looks sheepish, but they look Cheer in the eyes
>”So, I don’t suppose you’d wanna keep goin’?
>I’m still eager to go and you’re still simply glowin’.”
>Cheer stroked her pink and purple hair and pursed her lips. “I mean, I’m not really into girls...”
>Macora smirked. “Oh? And yet I got you moanin’ real loud,
>it’s a wonder we ain’t already drawin’ a crowd.”
>Cheer blushes bright red. “W- well, my Mac knows what makes me- I mean you know me...”
>Macora’s eyebrows wiggle
>Cheer licks her lips, stands, wraps her arm around Macora and proceeds back to the barn with her lover over her shoulder

>a primal panic in Zecora was thankfully held back by Bic Mac
>after all, the half year as Cheerilee’s husband meant he wasn’t just familiar with being held like this (and learned to enjoy it) but this was nothing compared to being a literal handheld plaything when on Cheer’s big days
>paired up with Zecora’s brief flight experience, especially the dual merge flight, Mac’s feeling of being held by a loving, all powerful woman made a strong second place sensation 
>but then Cheer placed Big Macora on a well hidden, blanketed stack of mattresses in the back of the barn, and lowers herself onto Macora until Cheer’s baby bump presses down on the at once huge but very tiny seeming hybrid
>of course, that meant her massive, wet bra clad breasts were taking up most of her view
>with a deft reach of one arm, she unclasped the industrial strength undergarment that flopped on Macora, the vast pair seemed to expand even more as they were set free
(+2) (16/24)
>”So, how do you want to play this? No offence, but there’s normally more of a reason behind the ‘Big’ part of my husband’s name.”
>Cheer lifted herself off of Macora to help guide both their gazes between Macora’s legs
>but Macora chuckled. “Y’all just wait and see, big girl,
>and let me give this strength a whirl.”
>she was confident, if bluffing
>one attempt to turn Cheer over met with trying to overturn a tree
>and Cheer’s giggle revealed she was being coy and resisting, and finally gave and she let herself be manipulated
>back on top, Macora resumed the monumental task of pleasing her half-wife
>but now Cheer’s hands roamed and stroked Macora in return, large fingers creeping and inserting...
>it was bliss, they both mumbled and giggled at each other’s touch
>it was so nice, Macora almost didn’t realise her merge power sparked once more
(+4) (20/24)

>”Just wait until you feel this,
>time for real marital bliss!”
>Macora felt the shift
>the usual shift of place and senses
>but... something was strange
>she was trying to become part of Cheerilee
>but she could see a newly released, and classically male, Big Mac looking around, confused
>it suddenly comes to her
>the baby!
>of course; she had only barely managed to merge with Fluttershy and Dash, and now she was technically trying to merge a four way group
>but Zecora just didn’t have the raw power
>still, the magic was set on restructuring Zecora into Cheerilee, the spare magic roamed and seemed to find a... second pairing; the baby or Big Mac
>but something else caught her eye
>it was like a loose strand of something in the fabric of Cheer’s ‘essence’
>Zecora had no frame of reference, but she’d not seen something like it so far, but whatever it was, it had great power
>Zecora had only moment before she would merge, either expelling the excess for a normal merge with Cheerilee, a mix of Cheer and her child, or Cheer with Big Mac
>and with or without snagging the ‘strand’

>the ‘strand’ was a strange thing; not from Cheerilee, but attached to her and part of her
>as their forms merged in full, Zecora grabbed it and whatever it was began to unravel
>but immediately, Zecora felt her powers become stronger
+2 magic pool
>that wasn’t all
>it was as if the power was coloured in some way, designed for a specific purpose, but she wouldn’t know what it was until it was completely part of her
>but in the meanwhile, both Zecora and Big Mac’s forms flowed into Cheerilee’s much larger own
>they... *she* opened her eyes and shook her head
>”I feel weird, like an overfull corral,
>oh, and now I sound like a true Apple gal!”
>Big Cheercora sat up and immediately slammed her head into a support beam
>it didn’t hurt, instead a segment of the beam was pulverised into splinters that sprayed across the floor
>”What? I ain’t that tall, so what’s the deal?
>and what’s this weird tinglin’ I feel?”
>Zecora felt the power continue to flow into her
>it was... a spell?
>yes! A spell
>it was like the energy was filling out a picture made of shapes; the shapes were meaningless, but once they formed together, you could see what they were supposed to represent
>right now was vague, but clarity would come
>for the moment, like before, going from her own and one other voice to three voices in her head, there’s a lot of internal noise
>one thing stood out as things calm; there’s no bells and whistles for being an earth blood
>no magic, or summonable wings (although Zecora felt certain she would get them back once they split again)
>earth bloods did just a few things; they were strong, they were really good with nature, and their ‘fun’ attributes were bigger on average
>it dawned on Big Cheercora that Zecora’s experience with being the earth in last nights Pegasus sandwich gave more raw strength to that combination
>but as Big Cheercora sat up more cautiously, just the gentle grip of a support to stand caused the wood to crumple easier than an uncooked noodle
>or the ocean of movement as her massive, lap filling tits jiggled and quaked
>being a triple earth blood girl was going to be an experience
>Cheer forced their hands to their swollen belly; all felt well inside, and they sighed in relief
>then Big Mac gasped as he continued to stroke the maternal swell, and a barrage of emotions flowed over him
>and that was further deepened as, once more, Zecora’s precious abstinence and lack of desire for companionship was kicked while it was down
>now, not only did the shaman have a deeper desire for companionship, but maybe having a family might not be such a bad idea
>”This bliss, this warmth, there is no better joy,
>whoever I’m carryin’s gonna be a big gal or boy!”

>one hand continued to caress the loving bulge, but her other roamed her body
>Zecora thought it was her succumbing to her lust again, but like her last three way merge, no longer being the majority persona seemed to subdue that aspect
>no, this was Big Mac developing a fetish and Cheer reciprocating
>not that Zecora minded as she once more lounged down, squeezing a breast thrice as big as her own head and the belly rub slowly getting lower
>and lower
>Big Cheercora’s throaty moans rattled the barn
>but not as much as when she tries to stretch her leg and kicks a hole in the wall
>she grumbled, “I guess this isn’t such a great idea,
>let’s get outside and get my head clear.”
>Big Cheercora tried to leave the barn
>but it dawned on her, even Cheerilee’s experience of being the biggest girl around wasn’t enough for her even more muscular, even more curvaceous frame stressed the barns supports and walls; she wasn’t just huge, she was *huge*
>progress was slow as Big Cheercora had to act like the sturdy barn was made of paper
>and as she fell to her knees to crawl, the ground shook, toppling tools and even knocking water out of a barrel without actually touching it, just the massive ripple from the impact
>the mathematician part of Cheerilee had a quick think, said, “that’s impossible, and I know we’re immense,
>but despite our size, we just can’t be that dense!”
>she finally squeezed through the barn doors and stood up
>all twenty feet, super powerful and shaped like a fertility goddess who lifted weights like it was her own religion
>and now that she wasn’t as worried about causing any damage, they collectively agreed; they were hot, they were nothing short of a goddess to rival princess Celestia if she put all her powers into physical traits instead of magic
>they needed to try this body out
>going for a frolic in the orchard, the ground gently quaking with each step, though she was so strong, Big Cheercora felt weightless, dangerously so, like a single hop would send her into the upper atmosphere
>each step didn’t just cause a low shake, knocking loose apples off the trees, but the grass felt like it was growing around her feet
>and after looking down(and around much of her absurdly thick frame), it was doing just that
>each time her foot touched the grass, wild flowers and herbs sprouted around it, the ‘shockwave’ thinning as it spread to just making the grass longer, lusher
>curious, she touched her fingers into the ground
>the soil gave like soft sand, so she dug a hole
 >then she took a fallen apple, dropped it inside and covered it up
>with a final pat to settle the earth, she heard a rumble
>and an apple tree shot out of the ground, fully grown and in full bloom
>”Amazing strength? Fertile beauty? And natures boon?”
>a shudder ran through her; was the merge ending already?
>”this all earth blood power I fear will be gone soon.”

>wait, no... it was the energy from Cheerilee
>the spell was was complete!
>Zecora internally looked at the ‘picture’ it formed
>and... it was a shape, then a smaller shape, and finally a tiny shape
>shrinking?
>Ah, that’s right; Cheer spent most of her time shrunk
>”Wait a minute, the shrink spell?
>Oh my, oh no, oh hel-“
>Big Cheercora felt an electric tingle run through her as her body surged bigger
>her blended clothes, which resized to whatever form Zecora’s merging took, burst from her body
>her feet ploughed the earth as she grew ever larger
>and worrying about destroying the orchard or the farmhouse, she started towards the road
>each footfall caused the ground to rumble, then tremble, then crack as she grew
>fifty feet, sixty, seventy with no signs of slowing
>but at last, her ascension slowed as Big Cheercora topped out at a full hundred feet
>sun kissed skin, maybe a shade darker, with orange, purple and white hair
>no doubt dark green-blue eyes, but she had no way of knowing without a mirror as big as she was
>and she sighed; crisis averted
>except, when she turned around?
>there was the town in plain view
>and pretty much everyone was staring at her naked, colossal, hyper fertile and extra muscular body
>Cheer was a little used to being on display; clothed, sure, but you can’t help but stare at a 14ft to 60ft weightlifting woman and she certainly had bad memories of outgrowing the school and showing off her naked self to everyone
>Zecora and especially Big Mac, though, weren’t exactly show offs
>quite the opposite
>Big Cheercora gave a comically girly shriek as she tried to cover herself
>her thick arms weren’t long enough to cover both her world-shaking tits, let alone her womanhood too
>so they fled to find somewhere to hide
>each step shook the ground, with massive fissures forming from each footfall
>and then the newly shaped earth flourished with greenery, flowers and even young trees
>soon, she saw a lake the Apple family would swim in during hot days
>and Big Cheercora’s desperation for cover sent her diving for it
>the impact sent water high and far, even reaching the town and crashing down like a deluge
>and the lake is now half empty
>but then, with a final tremble, the merge expired

>leaving the wet, naked earth blood trio
>Cheer stood out the most; while back to sixty feet tall, her musculature had benefitted from Big Mac’s bulk
>and the farmer himself had more definition and had to be ten feet tall!
>Zecora looked at herself
>All eight feet of her, with expanded curves and, like the married pair, more raw strength in bulk over her maintained tone from Dash
>”Is everyone okay?” Cheer asked as she went to stand, then gasped and held her pregnant belly
>Zecora and Mac went to run to her, then watched in shock as Cheer’s baby bump shuddered and swelled
>everyone was silent as she looked to go from four months long to near term
>then it calmed and Cheer relaxed
>the shaman approached and put her ear to the enormous bulge
>and heard a lighter heartbeat beside Cheer’s massive internal muscle
>... actually a few lighter heartbeats
>”it’s hard to say for sure, that I really must stress,
>you’re now holding triplets, or at least that’s my guess.”
>Big Mac chuckled and put a hand on Cheer’s thigh, “that’s a relief. You okay, hun?”
>Cheer gently wrapped her fingers around Big Mac, lifted him up so the could kiss and she said, ”yeah, just a little shocked, that’s all. Although I’ll have to go see Twilight for a reshrinking.”
>Zecora  tapped her chin and said, “I think I could help there, since I drew the spell from you,”
(0/28)
>”but I’m empty, and I’m sure you know what we must do...”
>Zecora smirked and the married couple blushed; they knew the shaman’s source of power
>Cheer rolled her eyes, “listen, Zecora, I’m a one man woman, and while I enjoyed what happened, I don’t know if I’m comfortable with all this.”
>Big Mac scratched his stubbly chin. “I mean, she was part of the both of us... and it’ll get you shrunk?”
>”Sure, but I’m also not happy sharing you, sugar bear.”
>Big Mac hopped onto Cheer’s shoulder and whispered into her ear, and she blushed harder
>”Oh, alright.”
>Zecora barely held back the panic as Cheer plucked her off the ground
>”Now hold still. Not that you don’t look tough, but you’re not as sturdy as my sugar bear and I don’t want to pop a rib.”

>the giantess’ huge tongue pushed through her plump lips
>and stroked over Zecora’s body, licking every curve and swell of strength
>Zecora knew this was something Big Mac enjoyed a great deal
>and it was certainly an experience
(+3)
>like the merging spell only seeming tangible when it was charged, the shaman felt something within her spark to life
>Zecora’s analytical side came into play again to gauge the shrink spell
>it felt... weak, like a shrink of this magnitude would probably only take a half her size
>”Well?” Cheer asked between licks
>”Hmm, not yet, I fear,
>but you’re very good at this, Cheer!”
>”Eyup.” Big Mac grinned
>the massive tongue continued to push and, finally, it darted between Zecora’s legs
(+4) (7/28)
>there!
>not all of it, but about... half the charge for a merge
>and with a draw on the spell, she brought the image to mind
>a shape in reducing sizes
(-5) (2/28)
>and her hands sparked as they pushed on Cheer’s tongue
>the teacher helped, shivered, and suddenly Zecora and Big Mac fell into the diminished lake
>and landed next to Cheerilee, 14ft once more
>with all three naked, they fled back to the farm
>and Zecora felt it was time to move on as well; the town beckoned, and she was even more powerful, physically and spiritually, than ever before!
>but her outfit hadn’t fared well, and she was substantially bigger
>but being a self-reliant household, she could refashion her clothes and borrow some more material
>also, with what charge she still had, Zecora could shrink herself to a more normal height if she wanted to blend in

>Zecora used to be an outsider
>her first day in this town led to a whole situation with Twilight and her closest friends getting caught in a patch of poison joke after pursuing her
>her acceptance was a great feeling, so despite how fun romping through town as an 8ft, super shapely, muscular example of earth blood womanhood, it might alienate the average person
>not to mention making an outfit to fit her enormous self would take longer than a far simpler solution
>bringing back the image of the reducing shapes, Zecora cast the spell on herself
>the world seemed to expand around her as she shrank
>and after just a few seconds, she was still taller than her original height, but 6ft was far easier to conceal
>and with a quick patch job of her dress, she Zecora traveled to town
>the road hadn’t fared well
>cracks, thick foliage and even a footprint twice as long as Zecora was currently tall made the trek back difficult, but not too troublesome for the Everfree dwelling shaman
>town was abuzz with activity still
>there was a lot of commotion about ultra curvy and muscular giants, earthquakes, downpours and the like
>despite some disturbance and the soaked ground, the town market was in full swing
>familiar faces stood out; regular townsfolk besides, Zecora saw Pinkie and her sister, Maud, having a discussion
>the energetic sister then took off, though not before the shaman gave the 5’5, full figured earth girl a quick study before she entered Sugarcube Corner
-Magic pool: +3
-Height/figure adjustment: moderate chubbiness/plushness (hourglass focus)
-Traits: high energy party girl; thrives on positivity and works hard for it
-rock farm background: stronger than she looks
-Element of Harmony: ?
>and of course Maud herself, as she slowly wandered the market place afterwards at half the pace of everyone else
>she had the same Pie family earth girl shapeliness, though thinner and outwardly plain than her spunkier sister, but Zecora had heard a lot about her, so she gave the near-literal earth girl a study too:
-Magic pool: +3
-Height/figure adjustment: nil, inadequate
-Traits: Rock solid: if earth girls are ‘everyday’ rock strong, and Cheerilee is corundum strong, Maud is kimberlite diamond hardcore strong
-tectonic personality: slow and steady...

>Zecora was shaken from her study by someone bumping into her
>a blonde woman who kept glancing at the sky
>”Oh, sorry!” Said Lily Valley. “I’m still in a panic about the earthquake! The giant!! I thought the world was going to end!”
>a quick study offered little but a tiny boost to her magic pool, but more than anything, Zecora was bemused by being considered a world ending event
>so she wrapped a powerful arm around Lily, pulled the shorter girl into a sort of hug, where Lily was getting a face full of Zecora’s massive tits, and patted her on the head
>”You need not fear, oh flighty one,
>the earth titan was just having fun!”
>Lily asked, “earth titan? W- what’s that?”
>Zecora pulled Lily’s face even deeper into her mountainous chest
>”A mighty spirit of fertility, we’re blessed she’s near!
>she’s just looking for a place to rest her town crushing rear!”
>muffled, from the deepest depths of her chest, “t-town crushing!? The horror, the horror!”
>Zecora giggled and held Lily until she began to struggle for breath, then released the panicked girl, who ran, eyes skyward, into several others as she went in her way
>Zecora realised she could get used to this; her wisdom granted her a special place here, but now she was hotter, stronger, taller (if not right now) than almost everyone
>she felt like a goddess
>but for now, and noticing Maud had vanished elsewhere, she carried on
>even above the bustle, a voice suddenly cut through, angry and grandiose
>”No, no, no! Trixie can’t just ‘make do!’ You don’t understand how important tonight is; in fact, if everything isn’t ready for the Great and Spectacular Trixie show, this whole town will be a laughing-stock!”
>the noble blood magician and performer stood out amidst the rest; purple, starry wizard hat and cloak, waistcoat, stockings and skirt certainly had plenty of flair
>Trixie was arguing with a surly earth blood labourer, who said, “that was before the downpour ruined the curtains and two of my guys getting into an accident ‘cause they were ogling that giant’s ass. I ain’t got the time or people to get it fixed, so you’ll have to do it yourself. Anyway, didn’t you used to be great and powerful?”

>Trixie huffed and fiddled with her silvery blue hair. “‘Powerful’ tends to have ‘negative connotations’ and it’s bad ‘optics’ or whatever, at least according to my friend,” she mumbles, then puffs out her perky chest and loudly continues, “but that’s beside the point! Trixie paid you to get the stage ready and can’t do it herself because she’s still replacing the soaked pyrotechnics.”
>the earth blood shrugged and walked off, and the performer looked panicked and called out, “please! I can’t do this alone!”
>Trixie’s shoulders slumped as she took off her hat, sat on a bench and sighed
>Zecora studied her; 5’7, slim, undeniably pretty with C cups and shapely hips, but at this point, Zecora’s frame dwarfed the magicians own; like almost everyone now, the figure adjustment was sadly lacking
-Magic pool: +4
-Height/figure adjustment: nil
-Traits: The Great and Powerful Ego!: though more grounded now, has her moments of self inflated delusion
-Genuinely talented: a world of potential (if focused right)
We have our Trixie, who’s looking quite down. What do you want do do? Observe from afar? 

>Zecora approached the downcast magician
>and as soon as the ever-bigger earth woman’s large shadow put her in the shade, Trixie snapped, “what? Come to lau-“
>her bright purple eyes took in the thick muscles, the hide hips and bulging bosom, then finally at Zecora’s kind blue eyes
>”I could not hope but overhear,
>that a fantastic show is drawing near?”
>Trixie blinked and looked surprised. ”Wait... you’re a fan?” She leapt to her feet, twirled as she slipped her hat back on and kept her eyes hidden, all mysterious, and thrust her hands up, fizzling bright sparks rising from behind her and spiralling skyward as she recited a well practiced introduction;
>”Not merely fantastic, but stupendous and stunning!
>every man, woman and child will all come a-running!
>So watch, be amazed, and moreover, don’t fear,
>for the Great and Spectacular Trixie is here!”
>the sparks violently exploded in a flash of white, blue and purple colours
>”Hey! A little warning before you go blowing stuff up!” said one townswoman
>”Ow, my ears!” groaned another
>Trixie’s showy stance and mood dropped again as she sighed
>Zecora clapped all the same, “stunning indeed, and amazing, with an impressive rhyme!
>I’d say that the town is in for a very good time.”
>the magician managed a smile. “Thank you, thank you! The ever impressive Trixie aims to impress! But...” the smile vanished again, “as of now, there is no show. What’s the point of the Tremendous comeback tour if this town, the source of Trixie’s shame, can’t be won over? Who are you, anyway? I can’t say I remember you.”
>the shaman didn’t mince words, and replied, “Zecora, the one who helped Twilight succeed,
>when a certain amulet made you corrupt, indeed.”
>Trixie’s expression went from surprise, to panic, to remorse, “yeah, not my finest moment... I’m surprised you’re willing to help, but I’ve got nothing to lose at this point.”
>Zecora patted Trixie’s shoulder
>”now, what obstacles do you have in the way?
>I’m sure with help, you’ll have a show this day.”
>the downtrodden girl said, ”the stage is broken and the curtains are drenched, so they won’t pull and there’s no way they’re drying in time. While I can replace the pyrotechnics, and the props are fine, I don’t have the bits to hire anyone else and it’s too big a job for even The Great and Spectacular Trixie!”

>she looses another blast of magical fireworks, much to the grumbling of the crowd
>Trixie blushes, waves an apology, then continues,
>I’m getting help with the show, Starlight’s busy helping with something in Canterlot but she swore she would be here in time for the final rehearsal. And what’s with the rhyming?”
>Zecora chuckled. “You are not the only one with a dramatical flair,
>but leave your problems with me, and I’ll get out of your hair.”
>”Then go with the greatest gift of all; Trixie’s gratitude! But for now....” Trixie raises a hand, “farewell!”
>the magician throws a smoke pellet on the ground, vanishing without a trace!
>although the smoke thins in the breeze and Zecora spots Trixie running full sprint around the corner
>Zecora first thought of the workmen; the shaman could likely help heal any injuries her earlier gargantuan exposure caused to get them back to helping fix the stage
>failing that, there was plenty of raw strength in town; Applejack knew her way around tools and construction, though if it’s a multi-person job, Pinkie and Maud could help, Zecora was sure
>although... Pinkie helping might be more trouble than it’s worth
>the curtains would need lots of fabric, and in this town, that meant a visit to Rarity
>finally, Zecora was no slouch in what some would call parlour tricks and showmanship
>she had some potions and earth magic substances at her hut that could be used to help the act
>plus with Starlight apparently helping too, this show could really be something special, especially if Zecora could merge with two gifted noble blooded girls

>the curtains could wait
>without a stage, it would all be pointless
>and while Zecora could likely convince the workmen to take up the task again, and maybe her drive for more power was talking, but her mind went to the ever reliable Applejack, the reliably unreliable Pinkie Pie and the... rock solid Maud
>Sugarcube corner was is full swing; the Cakes were driving sales up front while Pinkie and AJ were baking up a storm out back
>Maud was there too, but she was more the slow rain than a full storm of the other two as she kneaded a massive batch of dough
>she lifted the mass and turned it over, and as it hit the table, Zecora swore she felt the ground shake
>the table certainly cracked under the weight
>with the operation in full swing, pastries and cakes were being moved all over the place
>some of it was restocking the front, but much of it was being boxed for the show
>Zecora snuck through to the kitchen, and Applejack gave the shaman quick study
>”Hey, Sugarcube, you been workin’ out? Heh, I guess everyone’s been gettin’ fit since Cheerilee got buff and snagged my brother. Anyway, kinda busy here, but what can we do ya for?”
>”Hi, Zecora!” Pinkie chirped in
>Maud slowly glanced up, then asked, “... are you the one with the evil dancing that puts you in trances?”
>her sister corrected, “almost! It was looking people in the eye that did that. And it turned out it wasn’t true. Well, kinda, because you should try some of her earth-green brownies! That’s a fun trance alright.”
>Zecora refocused the discussion. “I trust you three are preparing for tonight?
>I need your assistance or it simply won’t go right.”
>Maud turns to Pinkie. “Right, now I remember; you said about how she can’t just say things straight, and probably as a secret cry for attention since she feels ostracised by the public at large.”
>Pinkie winces, glancing between Maud and the less than impressed shaman, making mouth zipping motions to her sister
>Applejack loudly clears her throat and takes the attention away. “Yep, regardless is Trixie sticks her foot in things again or actually keeps her blusterin’ in check, we’ve got grub for everyone. But whaddya mean you need assistance?”
>Zecora said, “Trixie’s stage is broken so the show simply can’t go ahead,
>I need your building know how or you’ll be wasting all this bread!”
>she gestured to the piled boxes of baked goods, but Maud opened a box and took out a lumpy, rough surfaced bun
>she said, “actually, my rock cake recipe keeps these fresh for approximately as long as an equivalent shaped porous fragment of calcite cemented sandstone withstanding the local average precipitous rainfall, at least so long as the water ph remains consistently acidic.”
>Zecora grumbled, “that’s beside the point, so heed me well,
>for surely you want these cakes to sell?”
>Applejack sighed and washed her hands. “Alright, you made yer point.”

>Zecora added, “it’s a substantial task, so you’ll need some aid,
>we’re replacing a full crew that Trixie had paid.”
>Maud put another tray of rock cakes in the oven, washed her hands and said, “I can help if you want. ”
>”Oh, I can help too!” Pinkie put a few more boxes on the pile. “We’ve made enough for the show and I’m sure Mr. and Mrs. Cake can handle things from here.”
>the four earth girls made their way to the farm to get some tools, then went to Trixie’s stage
>set between the town and AJ’s farm, the broken platform was resting on ground cracked and misshapen from Zecora’s brief time as a massive, super dense giantess
>then drenched from her impromptu attempt at covering her nakedness by diving into a now half empty lake
>Trixie was rushing about, mixing powders and filling tubes, pots and connecting fuses in a complicated spiderweb
>the magician looked up and glanced at Zecora’s crew. ”Oh, Trixie was expecting Brick Mortar and his group, but if you can get things in shape, Trixie will pay you back. Well, once the bits roll in from the tickets, anyway.”
>Maud’s already inspecting the cracked ground
>Without a word, she pulls her top off and reveals her super toned body
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>and shockingly lacy bra containing her solid D’s
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>AJ asked, “uh, what’re you doin’?”
>”Taking my shirt off,” Maud replied flatly
>Pinkie gestures for her to continue, so she adds, “oh, because I don’t want to get it dirty when I make some shale to mix with the mud for a more solid foundation.”
>Maud approached a large rock embedded in the ground, ripped it out the soil, and without the slightest flinch of effort, squeezed it between her arms
>it shattered into tiny pieces and smothered Maud in dust, but she didn’t seem to notice as she piled it up and continued to crush rocks
>Pinkie giggled and finished with, “Mrs. Cake nearly had a fit when she got dirt all over the kitchen when she first arrived with a ‘fairly interesting geode’. So, what should I do?”
 >AJ said, “well, I’m gonna see what boards I can salvage from the stage and replace or repair’em. I know you made yer own hut, Zecora, so you wanna see if the frame needs fixin’ with Pinkie?”
>with a nod, the pair approach the stage

>it was broken in several places and split apart from the ‘earthquake’, and while Zecora was no builder, she knew a little about a lot of things, and it definitely needed to be lifted and held together to be securely put together
>she also knew she was more than strong enough to lift the platform to do so
>once Zecora and Pinkie had a plan, the shaman put her shoulders beneath the stage and lifted the large structure
>thanks to her earth titan merge, it merely felt like lifting a single plank of wood as the structure creaked, but until the repairs were done, Zecora had to stay still 
>AJ, on top of the stage, called out, “alright, hold’er steady and let’s get to work.”
>Pinkie moved in with her usual enthusiasm, hammering nails and extra wood in place
>the full figured woman suddenly stopped and stared at Zecora’s thick, powerful body, then booped one of the shaman’s massive tits into a rapid jiggle
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>Zecora gasped. “What’s wrong with you? Stop being obscene!
>unhand me or this stage will careen!”
>”So... are they real? I remember you being more of a ‘badonker’ than a ‘honker’ girl.” Pinkie gives the shaman’s breasts a grope a squeeze which earns a moan. “They *are* real! They look fun!”
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>as much as she wanted to stop the party girl, she also didn’t want to undo the work or possibly hurt Applejack by suddenly dropping the stage
>and it had been a while since she was being touched this way; Twilight felt Zecora but it was with a scientific touch
>Pinkie, as she stroked Zecora’s muscular thunder thighs and got two handfuls of her thick ass, was much more playful
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>Pinkie giggled and finally relented. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me; I just know everyone real well, and what they like and they enjoy. I still don’t know what makes you smile except being alone, rhyming all the time and taking ‘fun’ substances.” She even air quoted, then gave a wink. “But hey, if you want a private party, I could always make time for you! I could unwind a little myself after all that baking.”
>Zecora couldn’t remember the last time she had been propositioned for sex or felt like that, but it certainly fully charged her merging power as Pinkie resumed hammering the platform together
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>frankly, she wasn’t sure if merging now would be a good idea; they needed more hands to get the repairs done

>on the other hand, Pinkie would give her a little more plushness to soften her body, Maud would likely make her the absolute strongest woman, pound for pound, or Applejack would grant her an even stronger connection to Zecora’s goliath apple growth spurts the next time she climaxed, be it with Pinkie or not
>of course there was Trixie as well, busy with her pyrotechnics; noble blood magic within reach, even if Zecora would need another such blooded person to double merge with to make the shaman herself gain true magic, just like she now had airblood wings
>heck, with this much charge, she could shrink something or someone to a quarter of their size

>Trixie’s show has too much riding in it to mess around now
>once everything’s set up, there’ll be plenty of time to indulge
>Zecora lets Pinkie finish the repairs
>a mud and rock smothered Maud finishes packing down the shale cement, and the stage is now in one piece sitting on a more solid foundation
>Pinkie holds her hand out for a high five, which is gradually reciprocated by Maud with the tiniest of slow claps
>when Pinkie offers another high five to Zecora, the lingering and exuberant piece of Dash within the shaman hits high, down low, body bumps and playfully slaps Pinkie’s huge ass before the shaman realises what she’s done
(+1)
>and Zecora worries she went too far; naturally Pinkie has no sense of personal space and slaps the shaman’s well padded, muscular yet plush ass right back with a giggle
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>and a few minutes later, AJ hops off the stage
>Pinkie cheers, “woohoo! All fixed, group hug time!”
>as Pinkie starts pulling Maud and Zecora in towards Applejack for the quad earth girl squeeze, AJ raises a hand
>”Now hold yer horses; the stage may be in one piece, but it’s still a mess up top and the uprights still need doin’. I’ve hammered in the intact boards, but I’m gonna need a whole bunch more wood. Maud? Could’ya head to Sweet Apple Acres and ask Granny Smith for-“
>Maud interrupts as she uproots a large tree and, with a firm tug, snaps off the leafy canopy. She then asks, “will this do?”
>”... or we could get a more local source, sure.” AJ chuckles as Maud grabs another tree to rip apart, then continues, “if you wanna start cuttin’em up into boards, that’d be swell. Much appreciated, Maud!” 
>Maud blinks slowly and pulls a twig from her hair. ”I’ll try, but I’m not much for trees. Unless they’re petrified, which makes them far more interesting. I think I’ll make do.”
>AJ turns to Zecora and Pinkie. “Alright. We’re gonna need that stage curtain and the fixin’s soon, so let’s get movin’ with the uprights and the wings”
>while the uprights aren’t any heavier than the stage, they’re very tall
>also the fact they have to be planted into the stage edges at the base and being pulled by the wind from the panelling and held upright makes it awkward work

>”Easy does it...” AJ says as she’s braces against the tall pole
>Zecora crouched low to slide the base together
>a thunderous boom and a rainbow shockwave detonated in the distance; Dash is no doubt trying out her newfound size and strength
>”Aw, heck! Brace!”
>Pinkie pushes herself in behind Zecora
>of course that means she’s just jammed her crotch against Zecora’s head
(+3)
>then AJ positions herself on the other side, but with her back to the upright, and the farm girls famously powerful ass practically flosses the pole and sandwiches the shaman’s head between the pair until only her black and white hair is visible between Pinkie’s  pudge and AJ’s booty
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>as the shockwave threatens to knock the upright over, Zecora’s heart races; she’s getting dangerously aroused now
>she’d been getting used to the constant little pushes, but the warmth, the weight and plushness is maddening
>finally, as the rainboom passes, Zecora’s allowed to breath again
>then there’s another boom
>a pink and yellow one
>Zecora stands and braces the pole herself this time; another earth girl squeezing might get messy
>the blast isn’t as strong, and the stage weathers the rush
>a cheerful cry follows, “heck yes! I totally told ya you could do it! Alright, easy down; you look like you’ve got the shakes.”
>Shy cups a hand over her ear and winces. ”Cakes? No thank you, I’m feeling a little flight-sick.”
>”No, *shakes*! Ah, never mind, come on, follow me.”
>the amazonian airblooded duo of Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy land, and the more timid girl’s looking a bit worse for wear and cupping her ears
>AJ storms up to Dash. “Y’all out of your darned minds? We’re tryin’ to work here!”
>Dash shrugs and brushes her rainbow hair back. “Sorry. After last night, I had to put Shy through her paces; girl’s almost as strong a flier as I am! Did you see that Flutterboom!? It was wicked! She’s world class now!”
>Shy blushes as everyone turns to her and her too-tight clothes don’t cover her new, powerful physique
>Pinkie says, “dang, Fluttershy! Looking and flying like that, I guess that makes you... flap-jacked!”
>Shy blushes harder and slouches
>Dash continues, “and I’ve got this going on.”
>she stares at Pinkie, then after blinking and straining, ‘stares’ at Pinkie
>the party girl can’t help but step back, then Dash does the same to AJ, who also seems cowed, then Pinkie again
>”Could you not scare my sister?”
>Dash spins and directs her gaze at Maud, who just blankly stares back
>it goes on for a few seconds, but Dash suddenly falls to her knees and covers her face
>”Alright! Please, don’t hurt me!”
>as she cowers, a couple of squirrels seem to go and comfort her by hugging Dash’s thick, muscular legs
>snapping out of it, Dash glances at the critters and adds, “right, the animal friendship thing too.”

>everyone regains their composure, then AJ asks, “anyway, whaddya mean ‘after last night?’”
>the two air bloods look at Zecora, then everyone else looks at the shaman
>for the second time, Zecora explained her situation
>”So, in short, and as it would seem,
>once separated, all merged attributes gleam!”
>Pinkie goes doe eyed. “It’s the best of both worlds, like my chimicherrychangas! You can never have too much of a good thing, right?” Then she gasps and hops around “Oh, oh! What about making a chimicherrychurrochanga supreme? Or chimicherrychurrochamploochangas grande! Wait, or chimicherrychocolatechu-”
>a hand claps over Pinkie’s mouth. ”Trixie demands a demonstration.” The magician walks up to Zecora and looks her over. “Trixie was under the impression earth magic was all folk remedies and hokey stuff.”
>AJ snorts. “Y’all clearly ain’t familiar with growin’ zap apples, or Pinkie’s senses, or Maud’s...” the farm girl gestures at the muddy, stone-caked girl, and finishes with, “Maudness. But even I’ve never heard of people mixin’ with other folk deeper than a highfalutin garden party with too much hard cider.”
>Trixie taps her chin. “I’ll pass for now. Trixie wants to see this in action.”
>Zecora sighs; any chance of merging on the sly is gone.
>Pinkie raises her hand. “Hey, mix with me! This sounds like fun!”
>Maud just blinks, “I guess I can do it if Pinkie’s up for this. I’ve been meaning to do more bonding, and nothing like bonding on an atomic level.”
>AJ hesitates, then Dash snickers, “c’mon, you baby, it’s fine! Get your big keister in there and let your hair down.”
>Fluttershy nods, “it really is something. I’m glad I did it, even if Dash keeps demanding I keep up ‘her physique’.” The timid girl grumbles as she flexes a bicep and strokes her abs, but she can’t help but smirk.
>AJ rolls her eyes and says, “fine, but hurry it up. Times a-wastin’.”
 
>Zecora had three candidates, and each was willing
>well, Applejack less so, but-
>”Oh, me, me!” Pinkie chirped and waved her arms.
>and there was something to say about Maud’s effect on a merge; her flat but well meaning manner-
>”Zecora! Hellooo! Pick me!”
>though Applejack bring first would ease her into things; Zecora’s calm mind and experience would save the reluctant farm girl-
>”What’s black, white and pink in the middle! Us when we’re mixed like a delicious cake batter!”
>Pinkie grabbed Zecora’s tits, or as much as she could, squeezed them for grip and pulled her face to face
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>Zecora wondered how the shorter girl was able to even be face to face, but-
>”PICK ME!”
>Zecora smirked and said, “I hear you, Pinkie, and again I’ve heard,
>but I’ve yet to hear the magic word!”
>Pinkie pouted and postulated, “please!”
>Zecora unleashed her power
-10 (13/31)
>and where there was two, there was one
>or one plus; Zecora’s shrink spell didn’t withstand the merge
>Pinkora looked down at herself, her already curvy, powerful 8ft frame had a layer of padding that only made her even curvier
>sure, she had lost some tone, but-
>”Holy moly, they’re as big as her whole torso!” Dash gawped
>Pinkora’s tits were ridiculously big, squeezed into a hybrid top made from Zecora’s dress and Pinkie’s camisole
>each could smother a normal person whole
>she’d have to watch where she walked, because Pinkora couldn’t see the ground for several feet in front of her, and an untamed mass of puffy pink and black hair kept getting in the way
>and a twist revealed her ass was going to break door frames
>and she felt at her stomach, which while not ‘fat’, certainly had a cushion of soft over the hard abs beneath
>finally, she flexed; yep, huge biceps bulged beneath the softer exterior
>the whole mass of her made the hybrid giggle
>”Ooh, check me out, I’m a real ton of fun!”
>Pinkora slapped her own ass, which sent it quaking
>”and with a moon like this, I’ll outshine the sun!”
>”... never seen anything like it,” said someone behind Pinkora
>she spun around again to look
>only to accidentally boobslap Trixie ten feet away and head over heels
>”Oops, sorry! I’ve gotta get used to these things,
>here, lemme help up; ohh, that probably stings...”
>Trixie looks unfocused and dazed from the impact, and has a small cut on the side of her head too

>Pinkora picks the comatose magician up, then feels a compulsion, a lack of impulse control and a need to be friendly, all at once
>so she absolutely smothers Trixie in a cleavage that leaves only her thighs down and head exposed; the rest is completely absorbed by the hundreds of pounds of titflesh
>or hugs her, it’s all the same action
>”Aww, want me to kiss your boo-boo all better?”
>then her mind whirls again and she grins at the expanse of her own tits
>”I wonder if I can even fit these puppies in a sweater?”
>AJ says, “alright, big girl, I think we better get Trixie somewhere safe to lie down; she ain’t lookin’ too hot.”
>Maud adds, “she looks concussed. I’m no stage magician but I don’t think she’s going to be in any state  to cast any magic when she’s less stable than a volcanically active fault line.”
>Zecora’s sensibilities took hold, as well as Pinkie realising that Trixie really was kinda flopping around and groaning gently
>the laughter gave way to concern as she placed Trixie gently to the ground, but any attempt to examine her was pointless
>Pinkora was just too big and her tits we’re in the way
>Fluttershy says, “I could take her to my place and help her recover.”
>Pinkora nods. “Thanks, Fluttershy, I’ll leave it to you.
>There’s a lot around here we’ve still got to do.”
>the caring, curvy air blood carried Trixie to her place, while Maud, Dash and AJ checked over the stage and pyrotechnics
>Pinkora was just a bit too unwieldy to help out
>but left to her own devices, Pinkie couldn’t help big explore her body
>Pinkie was... very friendly with many people
>these thoughts fought against Zecora’s inexperience
>not to mention Pinkie’s previous offer for a fun time also came back to her
>the exploration turned to soft moans as a hand crept down between her ultra plush legs
>it didn’t take long for her to bring herself right back to openly horny 
+7 (20/31)
>Pinkora giggled as she felt Zecora’s double merge power flare up, and she remembered Maud saying she would be down for merging if Pinkie was
>so with the sneakiness of a cat in the body of a hippopotamus, she found her sister (half sister?) checking Trixie’s plans for the show
>Pinkora wiggles her hips and prepares to tackle-
>”I know what you’re up to,” Maud says. 
>Pinkora blew a raspberry and mumbles, “you’re no fun sometimes, I wanted it to be a surprise,”
>she perks up though
>”but I guess you’ll see the fun when you’re looking through our eyes!”
>Pinkora snatches Maud up in a hug, and...
-20 (0/34)

>”Hey, Maud, is everythin’ oka-“
>AJ rounded the corner, then gasped
>the new hybrid blinked and looked at herself as small flowers budded around her feet, just like with the Cheerimac hybrid; earth magic was flowing stronger and stronger
>it was strange; she was far smaller than Pinkora had been
>well, not necessarily smaller
>more efficient?
>it was more like she was bigger, then condensed
>because the two-Pie and shaman mix, with a spectrum of bright pink, purple and grey hair, knew she had to be careful
>two sensible girls held the Pinkie aspect in check, because Zecora’s strength, blended and copied now from Dash, Cheerilee and Big Mac, had Maud’s abnormal power on top of it
>an average sized (but muscular) woman who could literally shatter rocks as big as houses with her bare hands, now given actual brawn
>and her overflowing curves were smaller
>and by smaller, that was like calling an Ursa Minor small
>”I’m a whole field of curves, like a gardeners plot,
>and like a diamond, in compressed and been made super hot.”
>the rhythmic tone was nearer to poetry with Maud putting the brakes on Zecora’s fluidity and Pinkie’s energy
>I’m fact, Pinkorauda Pie was still wrapping her head around herself on a whole
>Pinkie was held back from going too far, but Maud was unleashed
>Zecora was in the middle; once calm and collected but now with a lust for both life and lust itself
>she also had even more untapped potential, so they formed a plan...
>she turned her blue eyes to Applejack, winked, and blew a kiss
>AJ’s blushed and raised an eyebrow, and Pinkorauda stepped close
>”that’s no stony facade, so let me break the ice,
>’cause I’m hungry for something naughty *and* nice,
>plus I’m all mixed up perfect, like sugar and spice,
>let’s go get some pie,”
>she leaned in until their noses were almost touching
>”and I’ll be your slice.”
>AJ’s surprise held, but Pinkorauda saw her gulp, lick her lips
>then her eyes flicked down and looked over the hybrid’s more controlled curves and perfect strength
>”well, y’see, it’s... uh.”
>a voice whispers from above, “this is your conscience talking; you should do it, Applejack. You’re too uptight.”
>”What the..?”
>”and you should invite a friend! Maybe someone currently helping out you build stuff! Someone awesome!”
>the blush fades and AJ frowns. “Dash, buzz off.”

>Pinkorauda giggles and looks up at the hovering air blood, who lands and says, “hey, can’t blame a girl for trying. Seriously, though, between Cheer and Mac hollering loud enough that even I can hear them from my home, when was the last time you just had a good time?“
>Pinkorauda grabbed both into a hug. “AJ’s like a geode; all rough’n’tough on the out,
>but she shines in the middle, there’s really no doubt,
>so c’mon, indulge a little and let loose,
>’cause I want to ride the towns best caboose.”
>AJ glanced between the pair, sighs, and says, “alright, you’ve made yer point. It won’t take long to get the stage finished-”
>Dash and Pinkorauda interrupt the farm girl by pushing her towards Trixie’s trailer, which they all squeeze inside, close the door
>and soon, the whole thing starts shaking
>there’s no room inside, which just makes things more intense
>AJ’s a big girl at 7’3 and packed with muscle and curves, with an amazing ass
>but Pinkorauda’s hands, lips, tongue and body take her for a ride, dominating her, toying with her
>Dash gets sandwiched inside too, driving her hands into the hybrid and massaging her from the inside
+10 (10/34)
>hips buck, the farm girl tries to wrest control of the situation; it’s her nature to grab life by the horns, be on top
>but Pinkorauda’s impossibly strong
>AJ might as well try and pull down the moon, or the sky
>so she grabs a bird instead; she pulls and pins Dash down on top of Pinkorauda and they grind on top of the hybrid’s plush, cushiony curves backed with walls of muscle and power
>Dash’s writhing legs stroke Pinkorauda’s eager folds as her head gets buried deeper and deeper into the hybrid’s cleavage from AJ’s intense kiss
+10 (20/34)
>still nothing; she truly has a new threshold
>Pinkorauda briefly entertains shrinking Dash into a pleasure toy, but she doesn’t want to waste the power
>so she takes charge
>”Alright, a challenge, for I have a deep thirst,
>and I shall reward whoever makes me cry first!
>AJ and Dash stop pleasing each other, look at Pinkorauda, back at each other
>then scramble into action as they fight over the bigger woman’s slit
>Dash’s strength has improved tremendously since her rivalry with Cheerilee
>but she still favoured agility rather than raw strength, so in these confined quarters, the farm girl soon has her rival leg-locked as AJ buries her face between Pinkorauda’s legs

>so close
>such power flooding her veins
>if she let it finish, she would rock an orgasm that would probably ruin sex for Zecora forever
>but AJ won her contest
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>and so she unleashed her strongest spell yet
-30 (3/37)
>something was different
>it was quiet inside her head
>Pinkie, Maud and Applejack weren’t a constant rabble inside her mind
>but she knew everything they did
>she knew the exact time it would take for any given quantity of water to erode any type of stone
>she knew the growing speed and quirks of every apple tree variety
>she knew how to make the town’s citizens laugh (or howl with pleasure)
>all these things and more
>but as she tried to move, she realised she wasn’t... a a person
>she could feel the many footsteps of many people
>the scurry of insects, the patter of rodents, the thump of booted feet on her, around her... inside her?
>but she couldn’t see
>she needed eyes
>and she needed to stand
>the ground rumbled and cracked and reshaped
>and suddenly she could see
>with eyes made of sapphires
>a mop of hair made of vines and flowers
>a body made of soil, veins of water and bones made of rock
>Zecora *was* earth, she was the country, raw and ancient magic
>she saw Rainbow Dash exit Trixie’s wagon and gawp up at her in fear as the increasingly powerful shaman formed more of her own body shape from the raw material
>but before the earth entity could manifest a mouth to reassure Dash, there was a flash
>Twilight appeared, glanced at the earth being, then summoned her magic, ready to fight
>”I could feel you from all the way from Canterlot, earth... plant... thing! Stand down, or I’ll be forced to... wait, Zecora?”
>even with a mouth, complete with lips made from slabs of stone and a tongue of writhing vines, Zecora couldn’t vocalise anything
>it just came out as grinding, cracking and creaking of rock and vegetation, but she had taken enough of the shaman’s shape, even as a twenty feet tall figure to be recognised it seems
>”You have to stop, Zecora; you’re toying with powers that haven’t been used since before even Princess Celestia’s time! We don’t know what it might do to you. Hold on, let me try and draw away some of the magic.”
>with a gesture, and the manifestation of her noble blood horn on her forehead, Twilight starts pulling at Zecora’s new form
>and the shaman feels the merge become undone
>one moment she’s one entity, the next, she feels Pinkie get stripped away
>her earthen form breaks away, leaving a more classic three way merge of Zecora, Maud and Applejack

>she’s not as busty as the previous triple merge
>but hot dang, she’s got a set of hips that could block traffic in both lanes
>and she’s more classically brawny, as she flexed an arm, then brushes her black, dark purple and blonde hair out of her eyes
>”Well, that was unexpected,” Twilight says
>”That was fun! Let’s do it again!” The newly reformed Pinkie stands
>she’s beefier than before, but again, her pudge covers any serious toning
>also she’s now taller than Twilight at 7’2
>Zecora reorganises her thoughts, and it’s extremely easy
>all three serious women in one body, they’re like a well oiled machine
>except Twilight didn’t stop pulling the magic from their collective form
>suddenly, they’re Maudless, as the once lithe powerhouse appears on the ground with a flash
>she’s now rocking a power lifter’s build, full on curves and a similar height to Pinkie as she stands
>she blinks slowly
>then her eyes fully open
>”What is this feeling?”
>she tilts her head with the lighter frown 
>then offers a classic tiny smile that almost threatens to burst into a... modest grin
>almost
>”Huh. I think I can express myself a little better...” she says, maybe a hair less deadpan?
>Pinkie gasps, then she looks herself over, then pokes herself in the head
>”Aww, all I got was big. Why can’t I get super-strong emotional powers? That’s both annoying *and* sad!”
>she’s neither annoyed or that upset; apparently the merge has taken the edge off her exuberance as she gets distracted re-examining her enhanced curves and size
>Twilight winces and stops her magic
>”Whew... it looks like the fewer people you’re merged with, the tougher the bond. I guess you and AJ are here to stay for now. On the other hand, it’s obvious that the more people in the mix, the more you can manifest the inherent powers of you bloodlines. You were some kind of earthblood avatar! Fascinating... just like in the books!”
>Applecora brushes her blonde and black hair and gets used to bring flesh and blood again
>again, mentally they weren’t too dissimilar; AJ had a fiercer drive and Zecora was more mellow and clever, but they were both nurturing, sensible women
>Applecora says, “Twilight, could ya quit yer musin’s and talk some sense,
>what’ve ya learned, quit keepin’ me in suspense.”

>Twilight clears her throat and blushes. “Not that much, if I’m totally honest. I did find something about the avatars of the three bloodlines, which distracted me from the temporal tonic earth magic research. But now I’ve seen you assume that form, I guess the two might be interconnected. I also came here to give you something; Princess Celestia’s curious to meet you tomorrow! You’ve been invited to the palace! Well, Zecora specifically. No offence, Applejack.”
>Twilight produces a royal summons from her pocket, then a train ticket to Canterlot, then levitates them to the hybrid
>”I’d best be getting back. Just be careful of over-merging? We still don’t know if manipulating that sort of old magic has any ramifications on anyone taking part. Remember, I’d you need to ask me anything, talk to Spike so he can send a message.”
>with a wave and a flash, Twilight vanished back to Canterlot
>Applecora ponders for a moment then calls everyone nearby
>”As much a distraction it’s been, we’ve got a show to get rollin’
>also curtains to collect and Trixie to consolin’”
>Maud says, “you should go into town and get the star and the curtain. I’ll take over the stage team; I’ve got your building know-how in my head and leadership charisma.”
>Dash snorts and giggles, “right, uh-huh. Charisma.”
>Maud suddenly frowns and says in a slightly raised and annoyed tone, “don’t give me lip, speedy. We’re running out of time and need to be a cohesive team like syenogranite needs 65 to 90% feldspar composition. That means someone has to take charge.”
>Maud blinks and clears her throat, then says (in a more natural, slow way), “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”
>Pinkie adds, “it’s alright , sis! We’re all helping Trixie here. C’mon, let’s get shaking!”
>the team resumes work, and Applecora has a couple of things to get from town
>the curtain still involves Rarity, which also means a shot at the Elements of Harmony and whatever boon that entails
>also even if Trixie hasn’t recovered by the time she get there, Zecora has a theory that merging with the magician will bring her around double quick
>not to mention that merging with both noble girls (and maybe after separating from Applejack) will untap noble magic for Zecora at long last! 

>the very idea of going to Rarity’s place struck a sour note with AJ within the Applecora hybrid
>Zecora saw their history; the tension, the clashes, the friendship ever since Twilight drew them together as the Elements of Harmony and their adventures
>sure, they knew each other before then, but besides a hard work ethic, they were chalk and cheese and never chose to mingle
>and over time, where they grew to truly like each other as friends, then it kindled deeper
>then they had a fiery romance that lasted plenty long enough to make the breakup all the harsher, but any further probing makes AJ mentally push back against Zecora
>Applecora shakes her head and drops the issue for now
>”I’ll have to go there at some point, I know,
>but for now, I know where I’d rather go.”
>Applecora skirts town and reaches Fluttershy‘s place
>within, with the curtains pulled and dark, is Fluttershy tending to a conscious but lid-eyed Trixie with her head bandaged
>”How’re ya feelin’? And I’m real sorry ‘bout that,
>y’all know Pinkie! She knocks people flat.”
>the magician sits up and says, ”Trixie is... not at her best, but the show must go on. How is my stage?”
>Shy pouts. “You can barely stand up, let alone perform a magic show.”
>Trixie snorts and leaps to her feet. “The Great and Spowertacuful... uh, Spectacular Trixie cannot be held back by a mere... concu-“
>The Great and Spectacular Trixie collapses in a heap
>”I don’t mean to say I told you so, but...” Shy trails off as she uses her impressive build to pluck the dainty girl off the floor and put her back on the couch
>Applecora says, “That’s kinda the reason I’ve come here so soon,
>cause my merging power could offer a boon.
>the stage is comin’ along real swell,
>we just need you and the curtain from what I can tell.”
>Trixie purses her lips and thinks, then winces
>”About that merging thing... Trixie had some ideas about using it in the magic show, although...” she trails off and clutches her head. “Most of it’s a blur. If you think it will help, then go ahead, but be warned!”
>Trixie slowly stands and raises her arms
>”You may be awed in amazement, befuddled by brilliance, cowed by-“
>Trixie collapses again
>Applecora snickers and finishes, “cowed by concussions?
>now calm yerself and quit yer fussin’s.”
>Shy once more puts Trixie to rest, then Applecora taps her on the shoulder 
>the air blood turns her pretty eyes to Applecora and tilts her head, curious
>”Not that I mean to be vulgar, but I need your help to get some magic flowin’. 
>Mind if we... y’know. ‘Tend my fields, and give it a mowin’?”
>Applecora wiggles her eyebrows and Fluttershy blushes, giggles and says, “oh, right, the horny magic thing... I suppose if Trixie will be alright by herself for a while...”
>Trixie waves a wobbly hand. “Go do whatever. Trixie needs to rest and recover her Spectacularisms and Greatness for a while.”

>Applecora ducked into Fluttershy’s bedroom
>and to her shock, Shy slapped her ass as she was squeezing through
+2 (2/37)
>”Sorry! Was that too forward? I swear, ever since we merged with Dash, I keep getting these compulsions to-“
>Shy squeaks as Applecora picks up and throws the smaller girl onto the bed
>”You like it rough? Fine, I’ll give ya rough,
>I’m gonna ride ya like a prize bull, hot stuff.”
>Shy goes bright red, she seems to shrink a little before Applecora pulls her clothes off
>then the normally meek girl’s eyes, which roam over the hybrid’s massive curves and padded muscle, tell her all she needs to know
>the bed creaks and shakes as the two begin, lips locked, hands stroke and legs intermingle
>Shy’s strong, and if it was just AJ here, it would be a struggle
>but a Maud empowered, current 8ft Zecora sized and Cheerilee built woman like Applecora?
>Shy cries out as she’s made a toy for the massive amazon
>she’s utterly overwhelmed by bliss as Applecora’s tongue plunges deep
+3 (5/37)
>the hybrid’s enjoying this, but she wants some attention back
>so as Shy screams from a climax, Applecora flips them over so the air blood is resting on top, panting and whimpering so sweetly
>”Take five, but once you’ve got yer senses,
>you owe me yer best, so swing for the fences.”
>it takes a  few minutes, but the kind girl recovers
>she kneels on top of the layer of Pinkie pudge over the impossibly strong core of the bigger woman, and she looks conflicted before starting Applecora in the eyes
>”Before we do this, I just wanted to say how much I’ve enjoyed myself since the merge. Experiencing this, and I’d love to feel what else you’ve felt by joining with the others. B-but more than that...”
>Fluttershy climbs higher so they’re face to face
>”Zecora, specifically I mean, if you... um, after this is over, and you ever feel lonely... I’ve seen inside for mind and the more I’ve thought about it... uh, If you ever wanted to spend more time with someone...”
>Shy was red faced before, but now she’s completely flustered, and it takes a while Fluttershy her to form the words
>”I would like to get to know you better... W-well, anyway, let’s get you c-charged.”
>Applecora couldn’t reply; Zecora wasn’t simply herself and couldn’t separate her own feelings from Applejack’s, so she remains quiet as Shy smirks
>she grins and climbs lower again, and rubs her strong, smooth legs between Applecora’s own
+3 (8/37)
>once in position, Shy kisses Applecora’s belly as her hands stroke and tease her womanhood
+5 (13/37)
>gentle strokes grow stronger, Applecora’s moans fill the room and finally, Shy buries her face and licks like someone dying of thirst

+7 (20/37)
>the double merge is ready
>and if time wasn’t already pressed, Applecora would have gladly let the beautiful girl pleasuring her finish up
>but with a gentle push, the two separated, and Shy can’t hide her disappointment as she sighs
>”Thanks, Shy, and I’ll think on what you said,
>but it’s time to get movin’ for the show that’s ahead.”
>Applecora cleans up and gets dressed, then returns to Trixie as Shy relaxes on the messy bed
>the magician’s horn flickers in and out as she tries to make a tiny sparkle, but it just pops and sputters and she puts her face in her hands
>Applecora puts a large hand on the tiny woman’s shoulder
>”Let’s get you well and put on a show,
>though of course we’ve got someplace else to go,”
>Trixie stands (with help) and asks, “does this hurt or anything?”
>”Not at all, in fact, I think you’ll approve,
>”and it’s fun to move to another folks groove.”
>Trixie gulps and still looks worried
>internally, Applejack also has concerns
>not that she admits to any issues with Trixie or anything
>except Zecora knows AJ does, like many of the townsfolk
>unjustified, Zecora makes it clear; being egotistical doesn’t justify them running Trixie out of town with all her possessions destroyed by two foolish individuals luring a great beast into town
>an argument could be made about the amulet situation, but two wrongs don’t make a right; that was a poor decision
>AJ has other issues too
>a well as hesitation in seeing Rarity
>Zecora can’t help but wish to help patch things up between the two, but doubts the stubborn farm girl will go alone
>it might also teach AJ about the real Trixie instead of the obvious facade she plays up
>having a steadfast friend like Applejack would go a long way to turning the town’s opinion of the magician
>of course splitting and merging with Trixie alone will allow the magician to ease into the experience, as well as be less costly in power
>Twilight may have had trouble separating them; but Zecora thinks she can split her merges whenever she wants to after all this practice

>time was against them, so Zecora made her decision
>with a little concentration, the shaman was herself again, all 8ft of her amazonian frame, now padded with Pinkie’s pudge but also reinforced with Maud’s peerless strength
>AJ was also now rocking the pudgy, if powerful, form at a similar height, but like most earth girls, she wore it mostly in the right places
>she pinches her newly formed belly fat and frowns. “Aw, dang it! It’s gonna take months to shift this spare tire. Oh well. Now, if ya don’t mind, I’m gonna make sure the stage is finished while you get the curtain. Feels like I’m dodgin’ a bullet but not dealin’ with Rarity though.”
>AJ dips through the doorway and leaves while Zecora focuses herself
>she also felt a tingle run through her; she had merged with all three Apple family members who routinely ate goliath apple in some cooked (and thus weaker) form, as well as Cheerilee, who binged on a trees-worth of raw ones to make her the giant she was today
>while she couldn’t be sure of the results, if Zecora had a solo climax again; the ensuing growth spurt promised to be something else
>of course she has better things to use her powers on
>Zecora looks at the woozy magician, gently runs her fingers through Trixie’s silvery-pale blue hair, and triggered the merge
-10 (10/41)
>there were many misconceptions about the magician
>Zecora was abundantly right, and not just because of Twilight’s analytical power
>Zecora felt the ego, the front and facade Trixie used
>all to shield a woman who wanted to entertain, to be loved, who was scared of being hated and appearing useless
>someone with a talent for stage magic and showmanship, pyrotechnical know-how on top of the power to conjure her own dazzling displays of light and sound
>there are other spells, learned under the tutelage of Starlight Glimmer; transfiguration, teleportation and more!
>not that she’s especially adept at the yet, though
>”Tricora is indeed a powerful soul,
>to succeed, she merely envisions her goal!”
>Tricora examines herself in a mirror
>the merge had diminished Zecora’s massive frame to a more reasonable 7’2, with a healthy level of feminine weight covering an athletic, caramel skinned body
>she twirled a lock of white, pale blue and silver hair, with a few black highlights streaked throughout and brushed it away from her brighter lavender eyes
>”Strange, I feel no need to brag or embellish,
>but this power is certainly something I will relish.
>Now, let’s go and make my show a success!
>A curtain for the stage and perhaps a new dress.”
>the mingled fancy stage costume didn’t exactly fare well with Zecora’s plain and simple dress; it didn’t affect the right amount of Greatness nor Spectacularistic charm
>not that she needed to rub that in everyone’s face; the urge for something subtle was strong

>as Tricora strutted through town, and the mix of sensible and sensational settled, the more Tricora knew this show would be a success
>Trixie discovered the parts of Zecora that had hosted Nightmare Night for the kids; the shaman had a flair for the dramatic
>no, that was too plain
>the dramatique! There, much better
>showmanship, Trixie’s boundless talents, Zecora’s sensibilities and mysterious nature; they were going to need a new title
>with a flourish and a brief show from her phantasmic horn, Tricora summoned a sparkling ball of light
>she spun it, tossing it between her hands and whirling it around like she had done it a thousand times
>the townsfolk watched the fiery thing with concern, then hit the ground as Tricora threw it skyward
>it popped, sparkled and formed a twinkling horse that reared up on its hind legs, then crackled as it faded into a thousand glistening stars
>impressive, but subdued, not too much nor too little
>”Come one, come all, to a show of repentance,
>filled with wonder and awe and above all, resplendence!
>you’ll be dumbstruck and amazed, now if you’d like to see more,
>see Tricora the Wonderful, tonight,”
>she winked at the group and tipped her hat
>”twenty bits at the door.”
>if they had hands, Zecora and Trixie would have high fived themselves as the townsfolk applauded her passing
>just as sympathetic merges had happened, the two should have been opposites
>but that just meant they covered each other’s weaknesses
>speaking of covers, the dress festooned Windows of the Carousel Boutique came into view, and with a gesture of her telekinesis to open it, Tricora deftly ducked through the door
>Rarity was focusing on cutting fabric, although the bell that rung from the door made her flinch, sigh and announce, “welcome to the Carousel Boutique, please bear with me for just a moment and I’ll be there presently.”
>the hybrid used the moment to study the slim noble blooded woman
Magic pool: +4
Height/Figure adjustment: inadequate
Traits: Finer things: an affinity for precious stones, clothes and refined living
>then she felt a tingle, an almost magnetic attraction
Element of harmony: +6 magic pool
Unique spell: Sixfold Soul, Three Forms: for 5 magic, or by merging with an appropriate person for a short time, Zecora will be able to change her own bloodline between earth, air or noble

>”I do apologise, darling, what can I do for youuwahaha!”
>Rarity’s jaw threatens to hit the floor as her gaze floats up along Tricora’s towering body
>Zecora wants to reassure, but Trixie can’t help but feel smug at the obvious adoration as she pushes her chest and ass out in a sexy pose
>”Please, hold your applause, but look on and adore!
>for Tricora the Wonderful now holds the floor!”
>Rarity blinks a few times before collecting herself.
>”So you are! A-and so you do, Ms. Tricora. What can I do for you today?”
>Tricora glances around and taps her chin
>”Tricora has need of a majestic stage curtain,
>and an outfit that will dazzle a crowd for certain,
>plus I shall need both prepared before it gets dark,
>so I hope you can impress me with your creative spark.”
>Rarity cocks an expertly plucked eyebrow
>”Stage curtain? Like tha- wait, Trixie!?”
>Tricora titters. ”That and more, for I can bear many faces,
>but I will bewilder all comers, ages and places,
>I’m the best of Trixie, the Great and Spectacular!
>mixed with Zecora wits, plus her rhyming vernacular.”
>Rarity opens her mouth to say something, but stops herself and shrugs
>”After Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy visited sporting each other’s physiques on top of their own and asking for whole new wardrobes, I should have guessed some magical malpractice was afoot. Well, a customer is a customer. A stage curtain shouldn’t be a problem, but it will take a lot of material; as for clothing…”
>Rarity holds out a hand and a brief flicker of her noble horn shines as a foot stool and a measuring tape float to her hand
>”I’ll need to take some measurements. I trust you have the bits to pay for all this; Zecora, I can speak from experience, lives by modest means. And no, before you offer them, I shan’t take free tickets to the show as payment. Especially for a rush order.”
>there’s the canny Rarity; business owner extraordinaire, with outlets in several towns, and a flourishing store in Canterlot. Generosity may be her virtue, but once more, Trixie’s old reputation has people on edge
>between pulling favours for the stage rather than pursuing the builders for a refund (and maybe even healing their injured members as Zecora) Trixie originally hired, Tricora doesn’t have the bits for such a venture, and ousting Applejack for a clean merge may have cost you a heart to heart moment that could have convinced Rarity to help out

>bits be damned; Tricora was a one woman show, a woman of immeasurable talent, exotic beauty and eye-catching stature
>in fact, both knew their way around a needle and thread; Trixie had to repair or replace her clothes more than once, as had Zecora
>Trixie certainly had no trouble drawing a crowd… well, at least in places where she hasn’t threatened to turn the place into a self indulgent utopia of her own ego
>”Tricora supposes she understands your hesitation,
>but if you’ll ponder this in your full collation,
>all prospective eyes will be on my show tonight,
>which could unveil your wares in the greatest light.”
>Rarity continues with her measurements but doesn’t say anything
>though the measuring tape wrapping around Tricora’s  impressive chest rubs juuust so…
+1 (11/41)
>Rarity looses a soft gasp as she read the tape and jots the numbers, so Tricora doubles down
>”and if this doesn’t quite take your eye,
>imagine being part of this show, all eyes on you,
>with curves and beauty that will make them cry,
>and your outfits capturing hearts, through and through.”
>Rarity pouts and looks Tricora over, then off to one side 
>there was a mannequin with one of Rainbow Dash’s flight suits
>plus a drawing of the modifications Dash needed thanks to her new voluptuous body, seamlessly paired with her original small but powerful frame now made taller
>Rarity grumbles, but shakes her head. “I may affect an air of vanity, but I’m not so shallow as to fall for that. You may have Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy smitten, but some of us are happy the way we are.”
>alright, this is going nowhere
>Zecora took the reins
>”Then I shall offer my talents thus,
>and I will work without a fuss,
>allow me to help with any labour,
>to show my intent as a decent neighbour.”
>Rarity steps back and stares into Tricora’s eyes with her brilliant blue own and she sighs

>”Your bartering skills need work if that’s the best you can muster. But… I cannot deny you seem earnest, if desperate. Alright, a trade. You can have your stage curtain, but you can make it yourself. I’ll make your outfit, and in return… you say I’ll be given your ample curves if you enact that magic on me?”
>Tricora nods
>Rarity let’s get eyes roam over Tricora’s body, and she blushes a little
>”Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind a new perspective and a bit more…” she runs her hands away from her body, in a larger female form’s shape, and says, “robustness. A certain pig-headed woman who I begrudgingly can’t help but hold feelings for keeps insisting she can’t cope with someone ‘as dainty as the morning dew’, despite my insistence otherwise.” She even air-quotes
>Tricora grins. “You’ll have that and more, plus more beside,
>as you gain talents of all of those within the ride.”
>Rarity nods, and says, “the show is tonight, yes? Then we haven’t a moment to lose, darling.”
>the pair settle into a good working rhythm
>Trixie knows the dimensions of the stage, their combined skill with self repairing clothes and household fabrics lend themselves well to a good, rugged but sufficiently grandiose curtain
>Rarity works with diamond focus preparing a glamorous, bordering scandalous stage dress in Trixie’s favourite shade of purple
>and upon clarifying that clothes merge too, and not wanting her good work spoiled, Rarity fashions an almost identical outfit for herself: after all, two identically merged objects should logically mean no changes
>the sun’s beginning to dip below the horizon when the work was done, and wearing matching outfits, Tricora and Rarity look at one another
>”So, how does this work, precisely? Some fanciful incantation or spell?”
>Tricora giggled. “The quickest way that you’ll discover?”
>the taller woman steps closer, and leans down, giving Rarity a deep look into her cleavage
>”is to bump and grind like a rutting lover.”
>”You’re joking…”
>Tricora just wiggles her eyebrows as Rarity turns red
>”What manner of perverse magic is this?”
>”If this gives you this much pause for thought,
>I could warm myself up where I won’t be caught,
>but you seem frustrated, bitter, wound up tight,
>so if you’ll indulge Tricora, she’ll make your night.”
>Rarity tries to look insulted at the bitter remark, but her eyes say otherwise, and she finally shrugs
>”Oh, fine. But I don’t want this to become a ‘thing’. Applejack spends half her time with easy lays when she’s off gallivanting in her boorish contests, yet *I’m* the one who seems to earn the scandalous reputation.”
>her protests say one thing, but the come hither eyes as she draws Tricora to her bedroom say another

>Trixie is no help here; her ego and attitude clearly hasn’t earned her any suitors, so Zecora and her growing experience does the heavy lifting
>quite literally as Tricora undresses and barely lets her new playmate do the same before throwing the dainty fashionista on the bed 
>Rarity clearly likes being handled with a firm hand as being pinned down send her panting, eyes hungry, and a gentle whimper as Tricora gets to work
>they kiss deeply, fingers interlocking; Rarity really is into her romance, it seems
>it didn’t stay so tender as Tricora lowered herself onto Rarity; a slim leg pushing between the hybrid’s own and stroking Tricora’s wet womanhood
>if anything, Trixie’s inexperience is helpful; the whole act excites the magician far more than Zecora
+3 (14/41)
>”This is nice, but… I’ve been naughty, darling.”
>Tricora makes a confused face as Rarity purrs and giggles
>”So naughty… I dare say I may need a spanking with those big, strong hands of yours.”
>Tricora begins to maybe understand Applejack’s issues with this woman as she squirms free, turns over and sticks her pert posterior out
+2 (16/41)
>with a shrug the hybrid brings her hand in a light smack
>”Harder!”
>so she did, near full force with a resounding clap that echoed in the bedroom, and she threw another, and another
>Rarity’s squeals sent a tingle up Tricora’s spine
+2 (18/41)
>so close, the next merge was so close!
>if Rarity likes being submissive, the course was clear
>Tricora picks Rarity up, turns them both over, and forces her face into the hybrid’s slit
>without a word, and with the intent to build some power before the show, Tricora cries out in bliss as she was licked deeply and thoroughly
+10 (28/41)
>but after a few minutes, it was time to sadly bring things to a close
>Tricora spots a nearby ‘toy’, telekinetically floats it between Rarity’s legs, and begins to pump the woman hard and fast
>Rarity does her best to keep licking, but she’s rapidly brought to a climax, even as Tricora shivers from Rarity’s final drawn out plunge
+5 (33/41)
>Tricora wanted more, but they had to get moving
>she gently rolls off the bed, waits for Rarity to recover, and both go get cleaned up
>at last, after getting dressed in their marching outfits, Rarity nods and says, “I’m ready.”
>with a flash, they merged
-20 (13/51)

>power
>so much power
>the five previous elements had left their mark, and with Rarity now inside the hybrid, these remnants also merged, and the ancient power boosted Zecora’s already impressive pool of magic
>and with two of each bloodline, even if Twilight was no longer technically just a noble blood, but like with Cheer not being able to impart her new size, what a person was deep down mattered what they are now
>and what she was now, was Tricority
>Zecora felt her physical strength fade as she also became noble blooded, and felt her own magic spring to life
>she looks down at a lithe, toned body
>still the same 7ft height, still decently curvy
>but the phantasmic horns that noble bloods usually conjured was now a permanent fixture on her forehead, long, sharp and glowing with power
>she saw a mirror nearby and went to walk to it
>but she was in one spot one second, then in front of the mirror in another
>she teleported! As easy as breathing
>Trixie knew how to teleport, sure, but she struggled to do so with such panache or ease; she needed to rehearse the spell for hours first
>with another thought, a million little specks of light appeared around her, like a spherical map, and each speck was a precious stone for miles around
>Rarity was deeply comfortable with the spell, but at this range? And at this clarity?
>Tricority wondered what power was specific to Zecora, but soon grew distracted by the woman in the mirror
>the radiant white to black, passing through all shades of deepest midnight purples up to a pale silvery blue
>and sky blue eyes with little flecks of purple, all framed with a staggering visage of peerless beauty, exotic charm and righteous confidence
>”My beauty is profound and boundless,
>my power will leave voices soundless,
>I’m something from a world beyond,
>and the audience will grow truly fond!”
>to the show!
>a thought, and she was there
>and as the assembled, enhanced AJ, Pinkie and Maud look on in confusion, Tricority snaps her fingers
>and the curtain blinks into being, and flutters up, attaching itself the rail
>then another teleportation nearby
>Starlight Glimmer
>”Phew! Sorry I’m a little late, but I…”
>Starlight gawps at Tricority
>and the Trixie part of the hybrid froze
>deep inside was a timid aspect to the magician, a truthful part
>a part that adored the noble blood woman in front of her
>her first friend, and it had developed into a crush
>she never showed this side, but to Zecora, it was plain to see
>but she was afraid of breaking their friendship
>at the same time, as this hidden part flared, there was a similar, budding adoration for Zecora
herself
>to know the woman who was instrumental in stopping Trixie from becoming a true monster with the alicorn amulet, yet was sympathetic to her, and as they so gracefully paired bravado with wisdom
>Zecora realised she could influence Trixie…

>Trixie, for all her bluster and self-assured ego, was fragile when it came to matters of the heart
>as such, Zecora just couldn’t stand between the magician and her first friend/mentor
>she briefly considered adding herself in as a third partner, but something as tender as this budding crush would likely cause issues
>so Zecora acted as her old self, and gave Trixie a little push
>combined with the friendship between Rarity and Starlight, Tricority offered a bow to the flabbergasted noble blood
>”You’re just in time, Starlight, for a show for the ages,
>I’ll not bore you with the drama of giants and stages,
>but we simply must prepare for the crucial event,
>and I could use your advice in a magical extent.”
>Starlight blinks a few times, then takes a closer look.
>”Right, Twilight mentioned this. Zecora… Trixie…”
>she circles around and continues her study,
>”But who else?”
>she looks closer at Tricority’s outfit
>”And Rarity! Wow, it’s one thing to hear about it, but another to see a temporal-intercellular entanglement in person...”
>Starlight’s horn appears and Tricority feels a tingle and a tug; it’s the same as when Twilight tried it, but not as severe
>Trixie also couldn’t help but enjoy Starlight’s close look at her body, however scientific
+2 (15/51)
>”And you’re definitely stuck together. Fascinating! It’s not a constant state of flux, but-“
>Tricority rolls her eyes and puts her hands on Starlight’s shoulders
>”I’m three ways your friend, and I need your advice,
>so stop treating me like some batch of lab mice,
>we have a show to get set, and after I’ll agree,
>to submit to whatever things you’d *do* to me.”
>Trixie ensured to wiggle their eyebrows, and although the subtext seems lost on Twilight’s student, she nods
>”Right, sorry Trixie… uh, Zecora?”
>”The name, for now, that I find most agreeable,
>is Tricority, as it shouldn’t change in the foreseeable.”
>”Tricority! Alright, well, let’s see about this magic show! Although I’m sure you have plenty of new tricks up your sleeve if you’ve got Rarity in there too.”
>Tricority gives a smug grin ”Zecora has adapted to magic use too,
>so, behold at the spell Tricority can now do!”
>Tricority pulls a hammer from the stage with her telekinesis and spends a tiny amount of magic
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>and the tool shrank, and should have stopped about three quarters in size
>but it kept going, until about a tenth
>Trixie’s smarter than she lets on, especially since going under Star’s tutelage, she just lets her ego get ahead of her brain
>with Zecora making her more balanced, she realises what just happened
>just as Zecora’s merge with two air bloods and earth bloods amplified the ensuing hybrid’s standard traits, speed and flight then strength respectively, she’s now a triple noble powerhouse, possibly on par or more powerful than prodigies like Star or Twilight, at least before her ascension
>of course, with Zecora technically also noble blood, Tricority was sure that amplified what was Zecora’s spell too

>both magical adepts were wide eyed, but Starlight spoke first
>”That’s amazing! Only very experienced users can shrink things that small with such ease!”
>Trixie practically squee’d; demonstrating a power that impressed her crush *and* earned praise?
>Tricority feels giddy and blushes
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>then she collects herself and offers a sweeping bow
>”Merely a glimpse at the most base of my new powers,
>and with three minds, we must learn with the remaining hours.”
>”Alright! Let’s see what I can teach you.”
>Starlight heads to Trixie’s trailer, and Tricority can’t help but admire her well balanced curves; the wiggle of Star’s butt as she walks, her pretty purple and teal hair…
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>Rarity knocks Trixie out of her daydream by noting that Star’s green shirt and beige shorts aren’t doing her any favours
>and Zecora internally dope slaps both and studies Star
Magic pool: +4
Height/figure adjustment: inadequate
Traits: dark equilibrium: reformed or not, she still holds the power to subdue talents
Equivalent talent: an impressively powerful noble blood akin to Twilight
>upon joining Star, and occasional Trixie daydreams aside, Tricority is a fast study
>Zecora’s old school magical knowledge, Trixie’s smarts and drive to be Great and powe- uh, Spectacular and Rarity’s focus and attention to detail merge in… well, a wise, Great and Spectacular passion for fashion and flair
>invisibility, refined and multi person teleportation, super speed and illusion, check!
>but the hour soon arrives, and the murmurs of a growing audience can be heard
>Trixie internally wonders about the show; parlour tricks are fine and all, and certainly she can use that as filler, but with all this power, she could reshuffle the show
>and as sensible as Zecora usually is… merging with Starlight Glimmer, achieving a four noble hybrid would make for a mind blowing finale
>though she also notes she should also seek out three airbloods at some point and complete the trifecta; become an avatar of the three bloodlines
>lastly… this IS Trixie’s show, and advertised as such
>she internally begs if she could use her new illusion spell to give Tricority a full visual conversion into classic Trixie
>not just for ego! She wants to ‘shapeshift’ between the three merged elements, and hybrid forms, to keep the audience guessing
>Rarity agrees, so long as her outfit remains unchanged and on show
>and maybe it’s the remnant Applejack, Cheer and Dash parts inside her, but Zecora wants to flex some earth muscle and perform some acts of strength
>”Star, start selling tickets, tell AJ and Pinkie ply their snacks!
>I’m planning a show that’ll be the talk of an age,
>I’ll earn their forgiveness, and bits by the stacks,
>and fashionably late, I’ll take to the stage!”
>Starlight gives her a funny glance, “three times the woman, three times the rudeness?”
>Tricority giggles, “sorry… please, could you start sell-”
>Star smirks, holds up a hand and nods. ”Alright, I was just teasing.”
>speaking of teasing, she was going to need a lot of magical charge
>Tricority sat down and let her hands explore…

>after a lot of internal prep, and a lot of… warming up
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>Tricority was ready
>the advantage of having three minds is you can focus on three things at once
>and all three had experience with some form if showmanship; Zecora had a subdued flamboyance and entertained the local children on nightmare night
>Rarity was used to attention, dramatic reaction and knew the pressure of the spotlight with her fashion events
>and of course Trixie lived for the stage and had done this a hundred times
>with a gesture and a flash of her horn, Tricority shrank and suddenly appeared like the classic Trixie
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>well, maybe with an extra cup size…
>or three
>she taps into the magician’s magic and sparks up the spotlights for the stage as she leaves her trailer and heads into the backstage area; an early warning the show was about to begin
>through the curtain, she observes almost a full house
>Starlight finishes the ticket sales and returns as Tricority also spots AJ, Pinkie and Maud supplying their assortment of baked goods
>”I think that’s everyone we can expect… oh, Trixie! What happened?”
>Tricority wraps her cloak tightly around herself. “You don’t go in with your best upfront,
>but I’ll start with a glimpse of my ultimate stunt,
>I’ll vanish and reappear as my other personas,
>and make good on the skills best used by their owners.”
>Tricority takes a deep breath and uses a small burst of her magic to trigger the intro pyrotechnics
>the crowd gasps as the fireworks draw their eyes up, while the spotlights move to leave much of the stage in darkness
>but during a pause to the blasts, Trixie poses in one light
>but with a puff of smoke, and a concealed teleport, suddenly it’s Rarity on the opposite end of the stage, spinning like an elegant dancer!
>a woosh of flame obscures Rarity’s form, when with with a telekinetic pull of an off-cut of wood from offstage, it’s now Zecora, deftly balancing on top of a wooden pole while flexing her ever improving physique!
>another flurry of pyrotechnics and a scattering of spinning spotlights dazzle and flicker
>each time someone appears on stage, it’s one of the three
>except in one split second, it’s Tricora
>then, with a little guesswork, her idea of Trixity
>and of course Zecority too
>lastly, with a spray of smoke, it’s the full Tricority, but the audience can only see her silhouette
>the lights dim, she re-shifts to her… more ample Trixie shape, and with the spotlights all focus on her
>that… took a good chunk of power
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>”Welcome, one and all,
>to the rise, from my fall,
>it’s a show for the ages,
>a storm of power, rages!
>I bow to your mercy,
>for past controversy,
>but now, watch in awe!
>as you laugh and guffaw
>prepare for dropped jaws,
>Trixie stops and offers a wink to a gobsmacked Starlight watching back stage
>the adoration makes her tingle
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>”and now please, your applause!”
>Trixie bowed as the crowd erupts in cheers
More to come soon. If anyone has any cool ideas for tricks and feats of magic and such, I’ll gladly try and add them to proceedings, otherwise I have a few in mind.

>with a simple raise of her hand, the crowd falls silent
>”for my first trick, though that feels understated,
>we’ll keep it simple: but you’ll still feel elated.”
>Trixie keeps her hands beneath her cloak, but with a few simple gestures, an assortment of juggling pins float on-stage
>of course, such clowning around is hardly befitting this event
>so understated as it may be, Trixie began to juggle three, then four, then five
>then she seemingly slips once six pins were airborne
>then, with a rapid teleport she catches and launches the pin across the stage, even beyond the other five
>Trixie appears with the main set, puts them back in the air, then to the rogue sixth
>back and forth, in between, until another pin went off
>soon, she’s blinking in and out all over the area, into the crowd, and it sends their heads spinning
>until Trixie aims all six pins at one point on the stage, and teleports into position
>the pins converge, and with one last, subtle teleport, five vanish, making it seem like they merged together as Trixie catches it, twirls and bows with a flourish
>and a sideways glance at Starlight and the massive cheer from the audience tells Tricority that they’re all suitably impressed
>again, Trixie gets more excited at Starlight’s focus and admiration
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>but the show’s just beginning
>”For my next trick, I’ll need a volunteer!”
>Trixie scopes the crowd, and spots someone who’ll be perfect,
>”You, sir, the buff gentleman, come here!”
>Bulk Bicep leaps to his feet with a cacophonous, “YEAH!” and heads to the stage
>as he does, Trixie summons several large boxes and a number of swords and guillotine blades
>which makes the mighty man stop dead in tracks
>but with a flick of the wrist, Trixie levitates him to the stage
>and, summoning a deviously subtle draw of her power, summons Zecora’s shrink spell as she pats the man’s huge shoulder, but sets the effect on a delay in exchange for duration
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>Tricority thanked Starlight’s tutelage for that bit of flexibility
>”now, Trixie need someone to observe this man, so gallant, 
>to prove no foul play for Trixie’s Great and Spectacular talent!
>do we have a magical nurse or a doctor in the crowd?
>no need to be shy, come and stand up, be proud!”
>Dr Greymare hesitantly stands, and is whisked down to the stage by Trixie
>”Throughout this trick, good doctor, I want you to keep track and observe,
>the volunteers vitals while I use no magic to death defy and unnerve.”
>the doctor listens to Bulk’s chest, then his horn glows as he keeps checking the pulse
>”A- alright, I’m keeping track of his pulse.”
>Trixie moves the boxes onto one another
>into a standing sarcophagus

>she then opens the doors and beckons Bulk within
>which he does, with some coaxing
>and pushing
>Dr Greymare says, ”his heart-rate’s on the rise…”
>Trixie closes the doors and picks up a couple of swords
>”No teleportation, as you will note with bated breath,
>as I impale my volunteer, yet he will defy death!”
>the shrink spell should be well underway, so Trixie jams a sword into the head box,
>and another, and yet another as the crowd gasps
>finally, a guillotine blade through the neck
>Trixie knocks on the box, earning a muffled yelp from within
>the doctor again notes, “his pulse is rapid, but he’s still in their and I can still sense he’s fine.”
>Trixie giggles, “but of course, he could just be dipping his head!”
>the giggle turns into a menacing cackle. “So let’s go harder and pray he doesn’t turn up dead!”
>another couple of swords, this time impaled through the torso section
>this time, Bulk cries out in panic
>it’s higher pitched than it should be since he has to be a third of his original size, but hopefully the crowd just assumes it’s a raw panic
>with dramatically slow effect, she picks up another guillotine blade and slowly inserts it into the join between the torso and legs, the looks at Dr Greymare
>he’s slack jawed and just nods; Bulk’s still fine
>though at this point, he’s likely a foot tall, and about to return to full size
>so Trixie quickly removes all the blades, waits a few seconds by playing up the crowd and opens the doors
>to a perfectly intact, if sweaty and wide eyed, Bulk Biceps
>Trixie calls out, “please, a special thanks to our volunteers,
>so give them your thanks and all of your cheers!”
>audience participation, cheers and adoration
>and things were only just beginning
>with a teleport and an illusory shift of form, Rarity takes to the stage
>and with a grandiose show of power, she used Trixie’s fireworks spells to summon a full ballroom of fashionably dressed phantoms on the stage, clad in the slowest bursts of light and colour that slowly flew into the night sky, then twinkle out of view
>it gave them a bittersweet sense of temporary beauty
>then came her second trick, with her enhanced power to sense gems and telekinesis, to seemingly summon a number of exquisite statues of precious stones from the ground
>and there was Rarity’s contribution of permanent beauty
>both earned their applause and cheers, but the Trixie and Zecora aspects felt they needed to get back to involving the crowd
>with Rarity’s final flourish, Tricority teleports away in a puff of smoke

>She reappears, as Zecora, after gathering a few substances from Zecora’s hut
>mostly the same green powder she once used to evoke Nightmare Moon on Nightmare Night
>mostly it’s a mild (and harmless) hallucinogenic
>she subtly levitates the powder behind the stage and over the crowd and lets it catch on the breeze
>”Magic is a part of all of us, this cannot be denied,
>a gift given to every child, which drives us as a guide,
>it’s coloured by those we’ve loved and lost, but deep within our souls,
>it drives and blesses each of us and drives us to our goals.”
>Zecora triggers several pyrotechnics, which makes everyone look up and get a good dose of the powder
>”So deeply ingrained is this magic, you know,
>that special nights, like tonight, it will abnormally flow,
>from air blood to earth, and for nobles, a boon,
>so go forth and cast, raise your hands to the moon!”
>it’s slow to start, but Zecora watches as Pipsqueak slowly raises his hands
>and off goes one of Trixie’s rockets, guided to time with Pip’s motions
>”I did it! I cast magic, I did!”
>others try, and before long, a great scattering of pyrotechnics flies skyward
>it’s too much for Tricority to perfectly time every launch, but the hallucination powder covers any gaps
>before long, everyone is having a blast, figuratively and literally
>for the final piece, Tricority teleports under the crowd seating
>it’s time to make the crowd think they’re flying
>she first tries to lift the stage by herself; Zecora’s strength should be ample, and it’ll save her magic focus to add a grand illusion around them, to make it seem like they’re travelling to far off places
>except she forgot that she’s now a noble blood too; all that extra strength has turned to magical aptitude
>she’s still stronger than anyone here, but enough to lift the town and the seats? Nope
>so it’s time to pull her trump card
>she teleports back stage
>Starlight applauds and beams, “this has been amazing so far! I mean, I can’t tell where Trixie begins and Zecora and Rarity take hold, but you’ve merged magic styles so well! I hope you’ll let me study your capabilities at some point.”
>Tricority smirks and says, “actually, I feel it’s time for a finale so grand,
>that there’s no way that a normal person will truly understand,
>unless, of course, you share deeply in my my mind,
>and become a glorious form of four nobles combined!”
>Starlight balks, “I’ll be part of you… and…part of Trixie?”
>Star goes through several emotions: curiosity, concern, excitement
>she then blushes. Then nods
>”I’m ready!”
>Tricority puts her hands on the smaller girls shoulders and triggers the four way merge
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>like before, Rarity, Trixie and Starlight fade from Zecora’s mind
>in their place is a simple truth
>the world itself is a plaything of magic
>and, subsequently, a plaything of Zecora
>she appears before the crowd, and the pyrotechnics stopped as they stared
>a tall, slender, ethereal and vaguely feminine form, with a vast horn on her forehead that split into three to effect a circlet, or crown
>and, with but a thought, the stage and the seats flew skyward

>a massive barrier encircled the seats, preventing anyone from coming to harm
>and with a true invocation pure magic, Zecora created a tiny universe 
>a swirl of stars, tiny suns numbering beyond anyone’s ability to count
>and an even more innumerable planets
>and the tiny universe spun and evolved, stars blinked and bloomed, planets evolved and perished
>the audience watched in awe as they felt tiny wafts of heat and cold, covered their eyes from the flashes and felt tiny, harmless fragments of the beautiful chaos of the universe ran in rapid speed
>such depths of power at Zecora’s beck and call… her childhood dream of being able to cast magic not just realised, not just becoming a part of her
>but for this brief moment, she was magic in and of itself
>it was humbling and felt like a true cap to this whole adventure
>yet she still had time to learn more, and still had her royal visit
>Twilight was there, along with Princess Celestia and Luna
>the idea of a four-way divine merge excited her
>but for now, she knew things had to draw to a close
>the tiny universe finally faded, and Zecora returned everything to the ground
>her ethereal form fluttered and waned as she headed back stage
>and with a pulse of light, the four noble bloods split
>naturally, all four were transformed; all around seven feet tall, all with slim but toned bodies, with heavy breasts and wide hips
>ever the driven magician, Trixie suddenly cries, “wait, what of Trixie’s audience! Tell me all that was worth it!”
>she charges outside and takes a bow
>but the silence is stifling
>each audience member is staring at one another with confused, overwhelmed expressions
>and for a moment, Trixie looks like she’s about to burst into tears
>but then the crowd explodes in wild applause and cheers, and the chanting of “Trixie!!” over and over
>and Trixie cries anyway
>they love her!
>but something clicks on inside of her, and she raises her hands to quiet the crowd
>”I cannot thank you enough for your applause. And I thank you for believing in me enough to be here tonight. However, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t thank my friends!”

>she beckons to the back stage, and after a quick glance to one another, Rarity, Zecora and Starlight all head out
>and only after the three line up, the quartet take a bow, and another set of cheers and applause thunder through the night air
>and once again, Trixie calms them and gestures to each in tow
>”Please, if you were interested in fine outfits like those we wore this night, please visit Carousel Boutique! An official Great and Spectacular Trixie endorsed business!”
>Rarity rolls her eyes but takes the promotion in stride with a smile and a curtsy
>”But I have to also give my deepest thanks to two of my greatest friends; Starlight and Zecora. Without them, I couldn’t have put on such an amazing performance! Give it up for both of them for helping The Great and Spectacular Trixie entertain you! And thank you all again! Good night!”
>after a final batch of intense cheering, the four head back stage again
>Trixie’s doing all she can from bouncing off the walls in joy so she just hops foot to foot
>Starlight asks, “it’s alright, Trixie. Take a deep brea-“
>though her breath is stolen
>as Trixie pounces on Starlight and begins kissing her
>Star first goes wide eyed
>and… doesn’t show any signs of stopping
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>Rarity clears her throat and says, “Zecora, darling, perhaps we should give them a little privacy?”
>they leave the back stage area and enjoy the quiet for a time
>Zecora sighs and gets used to her new noble form; weakened, though still impressively toned
>and a black and white spiral horn that flickers into existence when she activates her telekinesis to lift up some of the leftover props
>and to test another of her new powers, Zecora transforms back to her normal earth form
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>everything shifts
>Zecora goes from a similar height to Rarity to looking down in her
>and her toned form swells with muscle and curves
>not to mention the Maud-based enhancements trigger; she’s once more impossibly strong, even more than she looks
>but the world feels a little less… well, just ‘less’ without that magic connection
>though judging by Rarity’s expression, she approves
>Zecora catches her staring at Zecora’s thicker muscles and rock-hard abs, then up at the shaman’s huge tits, and finally back into her eyes as she blushes
>”I- I just wanted to thank you for roping me into this. I dare say that I’ve not had such an enlightening experience since the years around Twilight’s ascension as a princess. And while I get the impression I’ll need to reinvigorate my wardrobe,” she says as she runs her hands over her taller, curvier form, “there’s nothing wrong with a little reinvention.
>again, Rarity’s gaze goes from her impressive body to Zecora’s earth girl hugeness
>”You’ll forgive the lack of tact, and please don’t consider me any less of a lady, Zecora, my dear, but… woof!”
>Zecora gives Rarity a raised eyebrow as the fashionista collect herself
>”What I mean to say, darling, is that having felt your noble spirit, the insight into your exotic ways and witnessed your,” she’s visibly salivating and has to gulp before she continues, “magnificent body… you seriously put my old flame Applejack to shame. Now, I shan’t lie; I’m no longer interested in short-term dalliances, and what I’ve been craving recently is a longer term partner. A paramour or,” Rarity puts a hand on Zecora’s broad shoulder and squeezes it, then continues, “perhaps someone grow old with. Just… give it some thought. Please?”
>just like Shy, it seems Zecora’s left a big impression on Rarity. Two long term proposed relationships in one day
>with a wink, a light goosing and a wave (and a final long stare at Zecora’s peerless physique) Rarity excuses herself and uses her newly acquired ability to teleport

>before Zecora can decide her next step, Trixie emerges from backstage, dishevelled and all but falling out of her underwear
>”Oh, thank Celestia, I was worried you’d left. Listen, Zecora first, I…”
>Trixie stumbles over her words for a bit before just wrapping her arms around Zecora and says, muffled since her head’s buried in a pair of massive brown tits, “thank you! Thank you so much!”
>Zecora return the hug and replies, “Trixie, greatness has always been your call,
>but I hope now you see what makes someone stand tall.”
>Trixie pulls away, wet eyed, and nods.
>”I see it now, yes. The Great and Spectacular Trixie has always believed greatness (and spectacularism) was something you have to make for yourself. But now I see that it isn’t that, or even just relying on another to make it happen, but to give the gift of greatness is to make others see it in yourself. Give first, and you’ll get it back. So everyone feels Great and Spectacular!”
>Starlight peers out, covering the fact she’s naked with Trixie’s cloak. “Thanks from me as well, Zecora. Having your mind join ours really helped put some of my own past in perspective too. Not to mention it’s helped me understand Trixie more. I’m going with her on show tour of Equestria.”
>Trixie nods. “It’s now a two woman show! The Great and Spectacular Trixie and The Beautiful, Incredible and Arcane Starlight Glimmer show!!”
>Starlight flushes bright red as she winks at Trixie, who smiles back at her. They’ve definitely upgraded their relationship
>and the fact Trixie’s given Starlight more titles than herself, Zecora muses, she shows she really has matured 
>Trixie then clears her throat and adds, “although, once we’ve had some time to get used to the new dynamic, and if you’re up for it… Trixie wouldn’t mind making it a three woman show.”
>Star steals a glance at Zecora’s body and she gives a little nod. “Yeah, after a few weeks on the road to get used to our new feelings, we’ll come back to Ponyville on an encore performance and see what you think. Before, our relationship was a little strained at times, and I want to make sure we’re truly right for one another first, but having been part of you both, I think we could make a threesome work.”
>another prospective relationship. Zecora’s solitary ways feel like a distant memory
>though a wave of fatigue runs through her, and Zecora yawns
>”I have much to consider, and I wish you both the best,
>and no matter my choice, I know you’ll both be blessed,
>but for now, the night draws on and I need my rest,
>for tomorrow I’m off to be Princess Celestia’s guest.”
>with a final hug to both of them, and as they head off to Trixie’s trailer, Zecora returns home

>Zecora collapses on her bed, which creaks and strains under her weight, but she’s out light a light once she’s settled
>and her dreams are… vivid
>Fluttershy’s there, cuddling her, and deep in her soul, she can feel the airblood’s spirit has been bolstered, just as much as her physique
>days of looking after animals, working out together as Shy learns the value of exercising to maintain her much stronger body and she flourishes as a person, still gentle but confident
>and all around them is a beautiful glade, filled with exotic plants and animals
>suddenly, the vista switches, and it’s the Carousel Boutique
>Rarity’s hard at work sewing, and Zecora’s modelling for her
>Rarity’s looking a bit less tired and far more driven as she finishes another outfit, then smiles at her beau
>and Zecora can feel she’s become a famous face all around; the amazonian model to Rarity’s creative genius
>and with Zecora’s ability to shift her form and physiques, the pair dominate the market with glorious, beautiful and even practical outfits for all walks of life
>and with her work done for the day, Rarity leads them to her bedroom, where she submits to Zecora’s impossible strength and worships the shaman’s body
>then, suddenly, the spotlight’s upon her, and Zecora watches Trixie and Starlight beside her, all dressed in variants of similar stage clothes, but cohesive
>the invisible crowd cheers for all three; the Great and Spectacular Trixie, The Beautiful, Incredible and Arcane Starlight
>and The Mighty, Exotic and Mysterious Zecora!
>Trixie’s talent, Star’s magic and Zecora’s wisdom match their showmanship, prodigious power and esoteric strength respectively
>and every venue is sold out
>once the show is over, and the ticket sales are tabulated, the wind-down becomes a game
>every night is interesting, as illusions and play mingle in bed, the real and fantasy blurs and keeps her guessing
>Zecora feels their lips and tongues on her body
>all four of them, each eager for her
>and then she awakens, a hand squeezing her breast and fingers plunging eagerly between her legs
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>uh oh
>she either needs to purge her magic through… shrinking something, or changing types, anything!
>or, as she loses herself to her lust and hits a climax, and we see what a full goliath apple spurt looks like

>Zecora just couldn’t muster the will to form either of her spells
>so for the first time in what felt like ages, even though it had only been a couple of days at most, she pumped her fingers deep inside her desperate folds and rode her lust into climax
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>she screamed, lightning ran up and down her body, are thrashed on the bed as wetness gushed between her legs
>her huge body knocked over a bedside table and as she fell off, she swore the ground shook from the impact
>everything was a blur, her open breaths were ragged and sounded distant, even to herself and she felt like she was floating
>she *so* needed that
>Zecora just needed to take precautions; she was going to grow soon, and-
>a tingle ran through her
>uh oh, already?
>she looked at her hands and the skin, already more youthful than they should be, smoothed further as she once more hit her late, growth-spurt laden teens
>three-way goliath apple spurts at that
>the panic rose within her as all that purged magic crackled throughout her body before she could get to her feet
>feet that suddenly shot away from her on thick legs that stretched longer and longer
>she staggered as she stood and her head smacked into a dense overhead strut and snapped it like a twig
>her heart hammered
>the world shrank around her
>the door, which was already a squeeze, dwindled to the size of a cat-flap
>there nothing for it; she dived for the wall and crashed  through it, damaging the door and surrounding wall
>the morning sun greeted her as, without the risk of destroying her home, the tingling became less threatening
>and deeply arousing
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>her growing hands twitched and tingled; they wanted to feel her body grow as her hut, once comfortably spacious, sank below her hips
>then, with a shiver that made her moan, her knees
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>she tried her best, really she did
>but she staggered as her body betrayed her, and once her back met and rested against a vast tree for support, she once more stroked and caressed and plunged
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>her feet ploughed the earth as her weight increased by tons every second, 
>the tree groaned and creaked as she leaned harder and harder
>another surge made her scream so loud in utter blissful joy, birds throughout the Everfree forest were spooked
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>then the tree gave way and she fell on her back
>this time, the ground definitely shook
>a glance at her home shower the humble hut, even the living branches above it, barely reached her skyward pointed nipples as her body grew unabated
>but, at last, with a final tingle, the spurt stopped
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>and as her mind gained clarity, she sat up to catch her breath, only to gasp
>she had to have grown ten times her eight foot height
>”Cheerilee may be a giantess, but now I dwarf her in size!
>I think if I meet the Princesses like this, it will be too much of a surprise.”

>there was nothing for it; Zecora would need to shrink to function
>she was somewhat glad the growth was so pleasing; she had ample power to play with
>Cheer could be shrunk to a quarter of her height, which still left her over ten feet tall
>that meant her own self-casted shrink spell would leave her twenty feet tall; not exactly travel sized if she was to go be train, and big enough that traversing town could be a problem
>and an idea occurred to her
>she first transformed into her noble form
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>shrinking from eighty to seventy feet and trimming down from muscular and voluptuous to toned and stacked
>and she tried to see if the magically inclined form… yes!
>Zecora could invest more magic in this form and intensify the effect!
>so she casted a full strength shrink spell on herself
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>the world shot upward
>and suddenly, her home looked much more… well, home-sized as she reached seven feet again
>90% shrink over 75%
>though there was something else that came to mind; she had successfully untapped pure earth and pure magic
>but pure air eluded her
>something deep within made it seem like unlocking this power might be a necessary step in also gaining a four way royal merge
>so with another cast, Zecora adopted an air blood form
>she grew taller, up to seven and a half feet
>and she certainly grew stronger, but not much bulkier as her abdominal grooves became more pronounced and her limbs gained a healthy amount of bulk
>curiously, her bust and ass also bulged a bit bigger… which seemed anti-aerodynamic
>not as big as her earth form, but still
>and she conjured her amazing black and white feathered wings, and deciding to get some solo practice, fluttered clumsily towards town
>now Zecora had to pick who to join her and receive enhanced form…

(Forgot to add Zecora configuring another outfit)
>a number of candidates came to mind
>the biggest certainty was Rainbow Dash
>a four way merge would hardcode Zecora with flight knowledge
>it also put to mind a couple of other airbloods who could benefit from such a join as well
>for one thing, young Scootaloo
>Applebloom was a towering young woman
>Sweetie Belle was a real beauty
>Scootaloo, though?
>she tried hard, and was fitter than almost anyone out there
>she had more drive to improve than anyone Zecora had ever seen
>but she was still short, she struggled to build mass and her wings were still underdeveloped, but she was still improving
>Zecora remembered scanning the speedster yesterday morning; she has a potential that might just untap more capabilities from this four way merge
>the shaman had only recently gained the ability to fly, and that was still a struggle, but there was *something* to untap there
>so she went to see her first
>Zecora saw Scootaloo on her usual morning run and the shaman began to hover to work out how to descend
>and Fluttershy was with her!
>the pair stop as Scootaloo catches her breath and drinks from her water bottle
>while Shy keeps jogging on the spot and shadow-boxes, ignorant or ignoring the fact her track jacket was quaking violently from Shy’s huge, jiggling bust
>Scoot’s jaw goes slack and tries not to stare. ”Damn. You go, Fluttershy! I was kinda worried this fitness drive was a spur of the moment thing, but you look crazy determined. I’m impressed!”
>Shy blushes, then drops on her front and starts a set of one armed pushups
>”You’d normally be right, *huff* and I’m not proud to admit that, *phew*.”
>she pulls off ten reps for each arm, then shoves herself to her feet with help from a quick flap of her wings
>she then accepts the water bottle as the unzips her jacket, revealing a sports top that exposes her hard, sweat-glistening abs
>and is a bit overtaxed at the chest
>Scoot stares for a moment, then busies herself stretching
>Shy gulps some water, then continues, ”but I’m not going to squander this gift. Both because I swore to Rainbow Dash that I’d take it seriously. Also…” she’s already red in the face, but she burns brighter, “I’m hoping the person who gave me this figure might take an interest if I change my ways. You know, be more outgoing and confident. I know I’m not very interesting, but-“
>Zecora lands clumsily nearby; not to interrupt on purpose, but because hovering’s still too difficult for the novice flyer

>Shy squeaks and, yep, is now sunburnt levels of red in the face as she waves to the shaman, “g- good morning, Zecora.”
>Scootaloo is a lot more energetic as she calls, “hey, Zecora! That was an amazing show last night, and I heard you had wings too! And wow…” her expression sinks, “you’re super ripped as well… *sigh*.”
>Zecora tells it plain. “I would like to ask for help from you both,
>and when we succeed, it will help Scootaloo’s growth.” 
>”Are we talking about another merge?” Shy asks and flexes her bicep , “not that I mind, anything to help you out, Zecora. It’s just I’m still getting used to this body…”
>”Wait, merge? That’s what made Shy and Dash equally busty and beefy?” Scoot goes wide eyed, “W- would that mean I to be like you guys? Tall and strong and… bodacious?”
>Zecora nods. “I’m expected in Canterlot this day, and we can fly swift as the wind all the way,
>so I’m seeking for us and Dash to merge, and we’ll all experience an airblood surge!”
>Scootaloo looks like she’s about to burst from the excitement. “Let’s do it!”
>Shy smiles and winks. “I’m looking forward to spending more time together too. Oh, but I’d best mention, Dash is currently doing some ‘ultra-hardcore’, ultra long endurance thing.”
>Scoot clarifies, “oh, right. She was determined to push her, and I quote, ‘hot new bod to its limits and see if this enhanced strength offsets the new curves.’
>Zecora ponders this; catching Dash might be a struggle
>the shaman herself knew she wasn’t a good flier, but as she discovered on the way here, her massive strength helped keep her airborne
>Fluttershy has plenty of flight experience, and has been known to dig deep and help out in the odd emergency, but her nerves sometimes stop her hitting her potential
>Scoot is all about speed and reflexes but has only recently started flying thanks to her hard work overcoming those small wings
>between the three of them, they should be able to catch up to Dash
>Zecora pats them both on the shoulder and says, “then let us begin, though I’ll need to build up some power,
>though going by Scoot’s admiring gaze, we’ll be done by the hour.”
>the shaman winks at the younger airblood, who follows Zecora’s gaze to Shy’s impossible physique
>Scoot raises her hands and stammers, “l- look, I just admire… I mean, it’s not Fluttershy… what I mean is.”
>she growls and gestures to Shy’s midriff and compares them to her lesser, though still impressively taut proto-abs
>”I mean look at them!!” She then pats Zecora’s set, which are even harder cut. “I’d kill for a set like that! Now let’s get merging!”
>Zecora grins and pulls Scoot aside, then triggers the merge
>and with a fla-
>”look out!!”

>a flash, a tumble
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Wait… -25?
Double wait, 59!?
>that can’t be right… Scoot was only worth two
>the new hybrid shakes her head and sits up
>everything’s a bit… wobbly
>and as she stands, she feels heavy
>her disheveled hair’s covering some of her view
>white, black, purple
>and blonde
>Shy’s covering her mouth in surprise, then she says, “um… I think a certain postwoman might have joined in there.”
>Derporaloo gets her bearings
>and with serious effort, Zecora focuses inward to the unwelcome merger: Derpy 
Magic pool: +2
Height/figure adjustment: inadequate
Quirks: klutz: if there’s a way to bump into something, she’ll find it
Dense: maybe it’s lugging huge parcels through all weathers and strong winds for so long, but for a flyer, she’s *heavy*
>Zecora reveals her ongoing merge mastery in two ways
>first, and accidentally, she’s now learned she can initiate a double merge for 25 magic
>second, she ejects Derpy with a thought
>the postwoman scratches her blonde hair and stands
>all the way up to her new seven feet in height, replete with thick curves and thicker muscle, and a merge-enlarged uniform
>”Sorry about that,” Derpy says and takes flight
>she clips a rooftop and plunged behind a house, scattering bricks and roof tiles all over the street
>there’s a ripping sound, a loud gasp from several citizens, and an even louder crash out of view
>normally she’s be curious, but the lighter Scootaloo/Zecora hybrid is still getting her bearings
>Scootora notices and responds to movement nice and snappy; a lifetime of zipping about on her scooter has sharpened her reactions massively
>but her vision?
>Scootora suspects they’re going to need glasses, as anything in the distance is unclear
>though, on the topic of merge mastery…
>there might be something…
>Zecora delves into Scootaloo’s mind
>images of fitness magazines, male and female
>Zecora offers Scoot a glimpse into the times she’s bedded Shy
>Scootora’s pops a serious black, white and orange wingboner 
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>then Zecora summons the energy and…
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Trait purged: klutz
>Scootora’s vision clears, and she looks at Shy, who’s trying to check what that crashing was, but gives up and turns her attention back to the hybrid

>”Zecora? Are you okay? Derpy’s sweet but not exactly the safest flyer. I’m worried that, with your strength, it might be dangerous to go chasing Dashie.”
>Scootora sighs and answers, “I’m fine, you need not worry about me,
>”I can control these merges with great certainty.”
>Shy sighs with relief. ”Oh, thank goodness. Can you imagine someone as big and strong as us combined unable to fly straight? If you’re sure you’re alright, I suppose we should get back to the merging.”
>”Yes indeed but thanks to Derpy, we need more power,
>I don’t suppose you have spare stamina and half an hour?”
>with a less than subtle wink from Scootora, the ripped airblood giggles, nods and the pair fly off together
>immediately, the difference is stark
>Derpy’s density matches with Zecora’s strength well; she could probably fly through walls and barely slow down
>and Scoot’s speed and reflexes are a seemless fit too
>now if either had any real flight experience, catching Dash would be a done deal
>Scootora just has to have a little fun first to recover the charge lost thanks to the mailwoman
>Shy dives early before reaching her cottage and has a dip in the stream to clean off her sweat
>and no sooner than the pair enters Shy’s home, clothes are stripped and Shy’s bed springs creak from their combined, amazonian weight
>it’s a very familiar, though still welcome, play by now, but young, inexperienced Scootaloo adds a layer of excitement to this that enhances Zecora’s fun as she and Fluttershy settle into one another
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>Shy’s certainly eager; she pushes back with each kiss, her legs lock around Scootora’s waist and her hands sink into the hybrid’s vast bosom
>more touchingly, Shy unfurls her wings and applies a generous wing hug with her soft, downy yellow feathers
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>”A girl could get used to this sort of treatment,” Shy coos and smiles. “I know you’re still busy with all this Princess visit and merging stuff, but I still hope that… you know, when you’re yourself again...”
>having not had a romantically inclined set of goo-goo eyes on her before, Scootaloo triggers Scootora’s wings to full erect
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>internally, she’s all over the place, but Zecora keeps them on track
>moreover, Scootora kisses Shy all the way her perfectly balanced body
>all the softness,m of her femininity on display, and all the hardness of her gifted physique
>Scootora can’t help but admire it as she licks Shy’s abs, which clench as she giggles
>but the foreplay doesn’t take long
>Shy’s eager and ready

>Scootora plunges her tongue deep, and Shy’s moan fills the room
>the hybrid laps away for a few moments until Shy’s truly ready, then turns around on the bed
>then they scissor
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>Scootora and Fluttershy grind in a duet of moans and subtle squishes
>inextricably tied to her mana pool, Scootora can’t help but feel a little disappointed she can’t bring herself to climax; she needs the energy
>Shy’s shrill scream as she clenches and writhes from orgasm is still a nice cherry on top though
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>as she comes down from heaven, she stares soft, wet eyes into Scootora’s. ”I… lov-” Shy cuts herself off; she realises this isn’t the time. “That’s to say I’m ready whenever you are.”
>Scootora summons her power, and merged with Fluttershy
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>first and foremost, merging with someone still basking in the afterglow’s interesting for Scootaloo; she gets something of a second-hand high
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>but with that, Scootorashy stands and flexes her whole body, wings included
>big, powerful wings that make her gasp
>instead of a mix of feather colours, each is a beautiful gradient that starts with black at the quill and rachis, then fades from dark orange to yellow and ends with white at the edges, the vane and after-feather
>wow, Scootaloo’s been obsessing over her wings and feathers for those details
>something’s clearly different though
>there’s a depth to Shy’s merge, as if she’s either utterly invested in Zecora’s quest or the shaman’s mastery has made the change even more flawless
>so much so, some of the spent magic is restored
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>Scootorashy centres herself and steps outside to pursue Rainbow Dash

>they feel the wind as it ruffles and flows through her hair, which also has a gradient effect, black at the root, purple through pink to white tips
>Zecora’s power, Scootaloo’s speed, Fluttershy’s lifelong flight experience
>these aspects combine as, after a deep breath, Scootorashy extends and flaps her wings
>turf, grass and plants uproot from the sheer force
>and with a mere couple of seconds and a couple more flaps, she’s far above the town
>”Hah! With flight like this, catching Dash’ll be a breeze!
>I feel like I could jet around the world ten times without a wheeze!”
>Scootorashy was tempted…
>aw, to hell with it, a little exploration of her new form
>she dived, gained speed and darted for the horizon
>she lacked Dash’s immediate speed, thanks to Derpy’s weight
>but as she got used to her drag coefficient, got a read for the air currents and…
>it was official, Scootaloo had been seriously hitting the books to help her flight woes
>she was a damn fine choice in helping catch Dash
>aeronautical theory filled the hybrid’s mind, Zecora put a heavy dose of natural meteorological know-how and Shy applied it to what she had experienced in her time with Dash, helping with saving the day repeatedly and such
>she knew what she *should* be capable of with how big Scootorashy was; powerful, if average overall speed, and able to resist head and crosswinds thanks to her size
>and, with those aspects in the science of flight cemented down, Scootorashy laughs; time to break those boundaries
>with a series of full strength flaps and good reading of wind shear, she cut through the sky and works to defy the math
>it was difficult; her huge curves didn’t make it easy, let alone just the raw bulk of her muscular form
>but as she pushed herself to her limits, and without needing to dive, made a flash of orange and yellow light that formed a cone behind her
>not quite a rainboom, but the sound barrier was almost broken
>test flight over, she climbed higher and watched for that telltale rainbow shockwave

>there were a lot of empty skies and fair weather
>and removing Derpy’s funky vision was the best idea Scootorashy had ever had; even with clear vision, this was going to be difficult
>other airbloods were slowly travelling to and from work in Cloudsdale, either from Ponyville or Canterlot, far in the distance as it roamed between the two settlements, and a smattering of villages besides
>so the skies were predictably busy
>but nothing moving at super speeds
>wait… something waaay off behind Canterlot
>up in Galloping Gorge
>a plume of dust
>and a faint rainbow trail
>”Let’s push this body to the peak,
>and hope that’s the Wonderbolt we seek.”
>now they dived
>the drag was strong, but Scootorashy’s density sent them down like a meteor
>then, as she hit that resistance head-on, she bumped and shattered the sound barrier with an almighty, orange and yellow blast
>Scootaloo’s reaction was… predictable
>achieving something she had given up ever believing she could sent a shiver up Scootorashy’s spine
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>”WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!”
>Shy and Zecora both agreed and let the younger woman take the reins
>she unfurled her wings and pulled out of the dive, and the strain hit like a truck, both on her body and her mind as her vision tunnelled from the g-force
>but Zecora’s strength was up to the task, and her mighty heart and lungs filled her muscles with blood and oxygen
>the same couldn’t be said by a stream below; the water violently erupted and emptied it for a good hundred feet as the shockwave smashed into it
>they climbed, performed an aileron roll, then spiralled out into a barrel roll, then levelled out
>once more, Derpy’s weight let them coast on their momentum as the shockwave rippled behind them
>within minutes, they lost the battle with the sound barrier, but they reached the gorge
>Scootorashy pulled a couple of loops to kill her speed, climbed into a stall, then hovered to once more find Dash

>there were signs of recent rockslides down the dry expanse
>following the trail of disturbed rocks which, thanks to some of Zecora’s know how and a lot of the lurking trait of Maud Pie’s geology brilliance, stood out like a sore thumb, they soon stumbled onto a creek
>it didn’t take too long to spot Dash, who was having a dip in the gentle flow, eyes closed and looking deeply relaxed
>and topless, blissfully unaware of her three-in-one observers, as her Shy-expanded bust stood out of the water like two huge hills above the waterlogged plains that were Dash’s ridged abs
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>Scootorashy, consisting of an age-reduced shaman experiencing immature streakand a technically similar aged younger airblood who liked cutting loose, overrode the older, more mature and gentle soul that completed their trio when deciding to announce their presence
>which they did by carefully flying high up
>diving down at full force
>and ejecting most of the water, along with Dash, with a massive air-braking flap of her wings
>Dash shrieks as she spreads her wings and makes an emergency landing, crouches low and looks ready for a fight
>”What’s the deal, you overgrown bitc- wait, Zecora?”
>”In the flesh, along with friend and student too,
>and I’m here with a request of some interest to you.”
>Dash flutters her wings to shake off the excess water as she studies Scootorashy
>”Scootaloo, huh? Lookin’ good, kid. I guess this oughta put you on the same playing field as me, maybe more.” She chuckles, then punches a fist into her other hand. “Sweet! Another peer! Shy was already taking to her new form, but a born speedster like you? This is gonna be fun!”
>”I know not what improvements will come from my proposal,
>if nothing else, you will have more mass to your disposal.
>I have merged as four earth bloods, and last night, four nobles as well,
>that just leaves us four airbloods when I next cast the spell.”

>Dash shrugs. “Alright, let’s do this.”
>Scootorashy grins and studies Dash’s full figure and ripped physique. “I fear I need to build power yet,
>and you probably know how, I bet.”
>a cocked, eyebrow, a sudden wingboner. “Oh, right, I keep forgetting about the whole magic horniness thing. 
>Dash winks. “I’m down for it. We could always go ‘mile high club’ if you wanna change of pace.”
>Scootorashy smirks back ”It’s either that, or I have Scootaloo’s will to compete.”
>she unfurls her huge wings
>”Unless you’re afraid of magnanimous defeat.”
>an even harder wingboner, and a huge, toothy grin as Dash says, “sex good. Speed also good! What’s the contest?”
>”I’m due to meet Princess Celestia before long, so either way we must move,
>a low altitude chase to Canterlot or we fly high for our ‘groove.’”
>Dash stretches, turns, and sticks out her thick, muscular skin-tight-spats clad ass, then grins over her shoulder
>”You pick. It’s gonna be fun either way.”

>”A contest between us would be something world class.”
>Scootorashy moves close to Dash and strokes the smaller woman’s strong shoulders, then firm arms
>then gets a good two handfuls of Dash’s Shy-enhanced booty
>”but give me the choice, and I just want a piece of that ass.”
>Dash licks her lips and can’t help but stare at Scootorashy’s huge self, barely contained in the hybrid outfit of Zecora’s patchwork dress, and Scoot and Shy’s unzipped exercise jackets and shorts
>the speedster’s magenta eyes go wide at the fact Scootorashy’s smooth, massive, dark caramel coloured breasts are twice as big as her head, coupled perfectly with the deepest, thickest cut abs
>or the huge arms and legs supporting the body, with thighs wider around than Dash’s whole body
>finally up to the hybrid’s face; Zecora’s exotic features, Shy’s model-like prettiness and Scootaloo’s humble tomboy cuteness offer a wink from her marbled azure eyes, flecked with purples and a hint of green
>Dash mumbles and stammers, deep in the thought, and almost goes weak in the knees being just flat out dominated by Scootorashy
>instead, she turns and tries to playfully push her back
>it doesn’t work, the hybrid is too big and heavy, but Dash manages to stop herself falling over
>she plays it cool and says, ”I like the way you think! I just hope you know the risks in case you split up, Zecora… say, Scoots is in there, so you should know; not counting for wing resistance, so at terminal velocity, what’s the time to impact with the ground from a mile up?”
>Scootorashy answers, “eighteen point two seconds, but this point is moot,
>I don’t just have wings, I’m pure airblood to boot.”
>”Oh, I guess you don’t just got wings like last time we merged, huh? Cool. Then what’re we waiting for?”
>the pair took skyward
>the contrast of Dash’s light, steady lift from the ground was opposed by Scootorashy’s single, super strong shove of air, dust, rocks and burst of altitude
>but before long, they were a mile above ground

>Dash explained on the way up
>any airblood could find a cloud and have a tousle in the relative privacy of altitude
>and the natural magic that allowed them to fly and touch water vapour also took most of the sting out of the cold from that height
>but where was the thrill in chilling on a cloud?
>they both land on a large cloud as Dash finishes her description of the deed
>”So, in short, we have to keep ourselves airborne by any means necessary while… y’know, doing the deed.”
>”This seems like a foolish way to get killed,
>I’m just glad Scoot gets tickled when thrilled,
>though it bears asking if you can carry me at all,
>as robust as you are, I suspect we’re going to fall.”
>”Ah, I’ve carried Derpy before, how hard can it be?”
>Dash wraps her arms around Scootorashy’s waist and lifts
>nope
>Dash grunts with effort, then snarls as she throws her whole weight into just pushing or tipping the hybrid
>she finally gives up
>”Damn, just how heavy are you?”
>Zecora dug into her Twilight traits and did some math; Derpy was three hundred pounds despite looking like an average airblood woman, albeit one with an outstanding booty
>and Scootorashy was far bigger in all ways
>”Well in excess of eight hundred pounds, at a guess,
>so carrying me will leave your wings in a mess.”
>”Damn, I guess you’ll have to rely on Scoots to learn as we go, huh? So, we doing this?”
>Scootaloo seemed to wake up and tugged at Scootorashy’s reigns, so Shy and Zecora let her take the reins
>half a lifetime of adoration, bordering worship of Rainbow Dash, slowly converted to a heavy crush through puberty
>to give her this opportunity to express her feelings now, as an adult, and bolstered with Zecora’s confidence and Shy’s longer knowledge of Dash as a person, rather than a famous hero
>Scootorashy just walked up to Dash, who eyed her demurely, and was caught unawares as the hybrid ran her fingers through those rainbow locks of hair
>bent lower and raised Dash’s face to her own
>and plants on her the deepest kiss
>Dash is taken unawares
>she goes wide eyed
>this isn’t some friends with benefits play
>this is a ‘once in a lifetime, so to hell with it’ show of her long-term infatuation

>Scootaloo vents her emotions through it, and Zecora and Shy just in awe of how raw it all is, to witness and feel
>Dash soon reciprocates as she holds Scootorashy and closes her eyes
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>and when they finally part, with both panting from the intensity
>without a word, clothes are discarded, then Scootorashy lifts Dash into her arms, runs to the edge of the cloud, and dives off
>Scoots has no regrets, and if anything, she wants to make this special for Dash as well
>and it’s not long before Scootorashy unfurls her wings, gains altitude, and locks her legs with the professional flier
>Dash gets into place and begins kissing the hybrid’s body, her hands taking in every hard muscle and soft curve
>and the challenge begins as a smooth stroke between her legs makes Scootorashy gasp, and a shiver which makes her forget to flap her wings for a few seconds
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>the rushing air licked their wet skin as they fell into free fall
>but that didn’t stop Dash from sticking her fingers in deep
>the hybrid regains control and gains altitude
>yet Dash doesn’t hold back as she gets a mouthful of luscious dark breast and sucks on a thick nipple
>one hand squeezes the other
>while Dash continues to pleasure Scootorashy like a pro, working between the hybrid’s legs relentlessly
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>Scootorashy had to get control of this situation before she over flows with magic
>so she uses her strength to pry a disappointed looking Dash off
>and guides the speedster’s powerful thighs around her head
>with a few more powerful flaps, they’re back up im height
>and Scootorashy plunges her tongue into Dash’s wet and eager folds
>ceaseless and hungry, the hybrid shoves against Dash’s back to plunge deeper
>her gasp turns to a cry, then into a scream
>those magenta eyes roll back into her head as she clenched up and Scootorashy’s face is soaked
>her strength fades as she climaxes over and over
>and with Scootorashy’s work complete
>she activates the merge

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>it’s not air around her
>it’s just parts of Zecora’s will
>rapid wind torrents are her blood
>turbulence as flexes of her muscles
>she looks at her arms
>not limbs, just massive, mighty wings, with feathers of rain and ice
>and hair of thin cloud
>sleek, raptorish legs with wicked talons of crackling lightning
>she still has her normal face
>and her wings could manifest fingers of ghostly vapour, yet were as solid as flesh and bone
>Zecora’s closer to a bird than a human, but as tangible as a storm; destructive and gentle as she pleased
>she didn’t even have a heartbeat, but a rumble of thunder in her chest
>she flaps her wings, and the air currents move to assist her
>they flow and rise beneath their expanse, and with a single push down, hundreds of feet pass as she gains altitude like gravity holds no sway
>despite the silence in her mind, as Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Scootaloo are now fully part of her avatar form, Zecora still feels the desire
>she needs to feel true speed
>Zecora shoots for the horizon
>the sound barrier is as fragile as wet paper
>and the turbulence is felt all around the world in a monolithic thunderclap
>and a wake of violent, if brief, thunderstorms and hail
>brief isn’t surprising as, under a minute, she’s rounded the globe
>so she actually *tries* this time
>she circles the globe in seconds
>Zecora’s so fast that, for a perceivable moment, she swore she could see the passage of light
>but as before, ever since Twilight tugged at her earth avatar form, she felt a fatigue that stopped this being her new self
>so she made a casual mach 4 path to Canterlot
>approaching the ground felt… alien
>Zecora forces these feelings away, then grins
>the royal guard was flying to intercept at such an esoteric invader
>so, with a final flourish of raw speed, she shot past the glacial figures and lands, then dips into an alley before they locate her
>just in time, too; the avatar of air’s figure pulses and, in a flash, four airblood amazons reappear

>each a newly enhanced 7’6, rippling with muscle, plush with curves and heavier than they look
>and Scootaloo’s jaw goes slack as she unfurls huge, glorious orange wings
>she jumps and hovers effortlessly
>tears fill her eyes, and she’s speechless
>”Is everyone alright?” Dash asks as she looks over her improved body with a grin, but she seems unsure. “I feel… weird. Like I’m compressed?”
>Shy pats her abs, then her bicep. “I feel it too. Like I need a really good stretch…”
>Zecora ponders, “I feel nothing amiss, but then I have done this twice before,
>all the same, take it slow, you’ve been changed to your core.”
>Scootaloo finishes testing her wings, making a casual somersault before landing, then she focuses her glistening eyes on Zecora, and pounces on her in a massive hug
>”Thankyou thankyou thankyou!! I have normal wings!! Oh my gosh!!”
>Fluttershy smiles at the cheerful Scootaloo then also hugs Zecora. “I know it may just be a side effect of all these merges, but I’m so happy to be a part of spreading all this kindness, Zecora. You’ve given your gift to quite a few people, it’s almost a shame this is the last day.”
>Dash adds, “heck yeah! Check us out! Instant gains, Scoots can fly like a pro, Shy’s more confident, though…”
>she points at everyone’s state of dress
>everyone’s skin-tight track jackets and shorts that are several sizes too small; remnants of Scootaloo’s clothes before the first merge, spread out over four bodies
>”Aren’t you meeting the Princess? Even I wouldn’t go there without something a little less… skimpy.”
>”Perhaps I could be of assistance?”
>there, in her 7ft, well toned and fancily dressed glory, stands a familiar face
>Zecora says, ”Rarity? What are you doing here?
>I hoped to not make our landing so clear.”
>”Oh, you’re quite safe, darling. I was just making use of my new teleportation power to visit my Canterlot boutique when I heard all the fuss about something unique and extravagant aloft in the air, I reached out with my magic and felt it was you, my dear.”
>Rarity takes Zecora’s hand and gives it a squeeze, while Fluttershy stares daggers at the noble blood in jealousy
>”Besides, it seems you’re all in need of my services if you have a royal visit on the agenda, no? Follow me, and I’ll gladly find you something appropriate for a new wardrobe for you all, and something very fine for my dear Zecora.”

>Rarity’s boutique was just around the corner, and the stares were plentiful
>five huge, curvy and strong women hardly blended with the urban folk
>Scootaloo and Shy blush and try to keep moving, but Dash was grinning
>and eventually stopped and flexed both her arms and wings to the spectators before hurrying after the rest
>but she stumbles
>”Seriously, the heck *is* that? When I flexed, it was like I wasn’t actually flexing.”
>Scootaloo nods, “yeah, I feel all… I dunno, small, but we’re the biggest people here.”
>Fluttershy rolls her shoulder and flexed an arm, and winces. “You’re right, I thought it was just that merge, but it’s getting worse.”
>a loud rip caught them unawares
>and all eyes turned to Rainbow Dash
>the zip of her already strained jacket split apart
>she leans against the wall and grunts, but then moans, “Sweet Celestia, that feels good!”
>then she shudders, hunches over
>and begins to grow
>she’s quickly stripped naked as she pants and cries out
>and passes ten feet in height
>Zecora has a revelation and gasps, “I forgot this merge gives back as much as it takes,
>and this morning I grew so large I caused earth quakes!”
>”Wait, does that mean… uh oh…”
>Scootaloo yelps as she trembles and blushes, then falls to her knees and squeezes her weighty breasts
>and her own outfit snaps and splits apart
>Fluttershy looks panicked and asks, “Zecora? Just how big did you get?”
>”I suffered a spurt that left me eighty feet high,
>but I shrank myself down lest I caused a panicked outcry.”
>Rarity steps away as Fluttershy whimpers, nibbles her lip and…
>smiles, and begins to stretch taller
>”Yeah, make me bigger!”

>just as Fluttershy shreds her clothes, Dash giggles
>she reaches fifteen feet and flexes as she stands upright. “It feels so damn good! More!”
>”So good!” Shy nods and, for a moment, looks bashful as everyone stares, then she just revels in the growth
>Scootaloo winces as she tries to resist the spurt, but her pleasured moans fill the street
>finally, Dash’s spurt trickles to a stop, leaving her twenty feet tall. “Heh, guess it couldn’t last forever,” she pants and snickers down at the around-knee high Canterlot citizens
>Scoots follows up, just a foot shorter at 19ft, gasping and running her hands through her purple hair. “That was a wicked rush!”
>Shy giggles with bliss as she reaches Dash’s height, then screams as she pushes a foot and a half taller to 21’6
>her eyes are unfocused from a small climax as her legs wobble, then she falls on her gigantic ass
>the pavement shatters as spiderweb cracks surround her
>but as she does, Shy blushes and covers herself
>or as best she can; there’s just too much of her
>she giggles and says, “excuse me, I think I let that go to my head a little.”
>Zecora looks at herself, half expecting to grow as we, but her Twilight-given analysis reveals that her shrink spell is intact, and her true height should still be unchanged
>but there is something off, but she can’t quite put her finger on it
>”Oh my… what just happened?” asks Rarity as she can’t help but stare at the three giants as they recover and come down from the growth high, a bit closer to the height difference they had before all this started
>Zecora surmises, “while my merge does share traits and size,
>and if I’m not being fooled by my eyes,
>it seems they gained a quarter of my spurt,”
>Zecora pats Dash on the thigh to get her attention
>”importantly, are you all well? Is anyone hurt?”
>Dash smirks down, “I thought I felt great before, now I feel amazing!”
>Shy finally stands and once more seems conflicted about being a naked giantess in front of a gathering crowd
>Scootaloo joins Dash and they high five. “Looking good, Rainbow Dash!”
>”Right back at’cha, girl!” Dash chuckles, “I hope the Wonderbolts have a heavyweight division, because I’m thinkin’ we’ve got *three* candidates for them!”
>they both looked at Fluttershy, who still seems conflicted for a moment
>then nods and uncovers herself
>and shows off her amazing body to everyone with a flex

>”You know what? Why should I hide away when I’m this big, this hot and this strong! I’m through being small, fragile Fluttershy!”
>Shy lifts the comparatively child-sized  Zecora off the ground and hugs the shaman deeply into her huge bosom
>”and I’ve got you to thank, Zecora! No more hiding, and no more meekness. You’ve given me all these gifts, both inside and out, and I feel incredible!”
>Dash slaps Shy on the back. ”That’s the spirit!”
>”A-*hem*!!”
>all eyes go to Rarity again, as, with a flash of her horn, the three giants suddenly found several tablecloths covering their privates
>”If I could bring some civility to this boorish behaviour, and while I’m surprisingly glad that Shy’s less prudish, you’re all naked and I’m feeling embarrassed for you. Let’s get to my boutique and get you dressed before the tabloids catch wind of this and start taking pictures!”
>Shy giggles and follows, still carrying Zecora
>she even offers a confident wave to the onlookers
>and every few steps, small cracks form under what must be ten ton strides, until she learns to step a bit lighter and let her twelve foot long legs cover the distance in little steps
>and Dash and Scootaloo follow
>though not before Dash fires some finger guns at the crowd, and Scootaloo offers a wink and a smile
>”Make way, peeps! I don’t wanna accidentally step on anyone here.”
>the boutique doors are huge, thankfully, and the workshop double doors, while spacious, require the three giants to crawl on their hands and knees to get through
>”Well, that was certainly not what I was expecting today.” rarity sighs and, with a gesture, summons a tornado of fabrics, needles and measuring tapes. “Though after literally helping create a miniature universe last night, I suppose all proverbial vets are off. My magic is so much stronger now, and so easy to control, it’s a little frightening. All the same c I shall have you all dressed within the hour. As for you, Zecora, darling, I shall create for you a magnificent gown for your royal visit.”
>Zecora watches as Rarity takes her measurements without even looking, with a notepad jotting the figures down, and does the same for the three airbloods
>then feels a tremble run through her…
>after a quick flash of panic, she notices the shrink spell still hasn’t expired
>but, to Rarity’s visible dismay, Zecora suddenly sprouts up a full foot

>her body bulges and swells with more muscles, more curves, and then a second spurt of height leaves her a full ten feet
>that meant she was a hundred feet tall if the shrink spell was still in full effect
>Zecora flexed an arm; she can feel her earthblood flowing through her, greatly enhancing her already massive strength
>but with a thought, she extends her black and white wings
>and with a gesture to lift a crate of mannequins, a horn flashes on her forehead
>everyone gasps
>Scootaloo exclaims, ”you’re a princess now!? What the fu-” 
>”Cancel the search! Trixie has found her dear friend!!”
>everyone looks as The Great and Spectacular magician enters, complete with Starlight
>Star says, “I hope we aren’t interrupting, but when we heard all the commotion, we just had to swing by!”
>”And to offer our services!” Trixie adds. “If our Mysterious and Mighty friend is having a royal audience, Trixie would be a terrible friend indeed to not give her a suitable entourage with which to celebrate her greatness to even one as high as the Princess!”
>Shy says, “you don’t know how right you are. It seems Zecora’s ascended to royalty thanks to all of our help. Oh, you deserve it!”
>Rarity retakes her measurements and sets about making an outfit for everyone, not to mention all of Zecora’s former merge-mates (albeit the ones who seem to have the strongest bond with her) settle down and take stock of what’s happened
>Starlight taps her chin after giving Zecora a once over and putting her through a few tests
>all while hearing about what the shaman had been up to (through either Zecora’s own admission or asking the others) in full
>”If Trixie and myself hadn’t received a substantial boost to our powers after we became an entity of pure magic, I wouldn’t have believe it. But combining into a pure form of an earth, air and noble is, simply speaking, the best way to describe alicornism, or royal blood. The best of all of us in one form and all the strengths, amplified.”

>Zecora focuses inward, and gasps softly
>almost inspired by Princess Luna, but the fun had been doubled!
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>strange, Zecora didn’t think it or do anything lewd
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>”Not to cause an alarm, but it must be said,
>I’m making magic passively rather than arousal instead.”
>Trixie shrugs, “so what’s the problem? Us noble bloods have an exhaustible reserve of magic when stressed. Not that Trixie has ever come up short in that regard.”
>Rarity and Star give her a strong ‘really?’ glare
>”Don’t give me that look, not everyone can be as Great and Spectacular as Trixie, although Star is almost as powerful, but it’s only right that my mysterious and dear friend Zecora here is more… mysterious in how her newfound Greatness manifests.”
>Starlight bops Trixie on the head, then ruffles her silvery blue hair in mock frustration, but kisses her on the cheek (which earns a smirk and a wink back) as the magic prodigy says, “we know how this has come about, so less mysterious, more… esoteric might be a better term.”
>”Hmm, esoteric… maybe the Enormous and Esoteric Zecora? Ooh, no, even better!” Trixie raises her hands and trills, “the Extrrravagent and Esoteric Zecora! Once we’ve got your magic issues worked out, you *have* to join me and Star on tour so I can use that one! They’ll talk about us for centuries!!”
>Star giggles, then continues, “We have a self-made royal, I worry our two girl act might be a bit low-brow for a princess! And a self made one, at that; something thought to only happen in the oldest times, triggered by ancient earth magic, as well as a body that exemplifies earth blood, who has learned true flight and possesses the weather-affinity of the Pegasus line and deeply potent noble magic, albeit she hasn’t had much of a chance to learn many spells. I’ve never heard of the like outside legend. Now, let me try a few things to see what’s what with our new Princess here.”
>Star examines and asks Zecora to use some of her magic, teleporting, moving heavy objects through telekinesis
>it’s when she asks to see Zecora’s shrink spell on a spare mannequin that something odd happens
>it shrinks a little, but there was no magic cost; it was as natural as normal noble magic with a little drain on her stamina, no more than lifting a heavy box for a few seconds

>Star looks worried, but forces a smile and asks, “okay, take a measure of your power, and try transforming into… let’s say an earthblood?”
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>Zecora focuses, and loses her connection to her magic and flight
>once again, it doesn’t cost anything, but it’s more draining, like sprinting for a few minutes
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Zecora winces; what was a faint tickle of power now hammers through her
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>Zecora transforms back into her alicorn blood form and the pulsing energy fades to a trickle again
>”I cannot stop this flow, but it’s slower in this form,
>yet in my earth blood state, the power’s like a storm!”
>”O- okay! Merge with me! Maybe that can drain your power, or at least maybe I can find or feel something.”
>a flash, a wooziness as once again, Zecora feels it like a normal spell, but also feels her forced transformation into a noble form loose the energy flow again
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>Starcora casts a few of her own spells, but nothing changes
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>with a frustrated sigh, they split again
>Star covers her mouth as she joins the dots, and everyone else quiets down as the reality sinks in
>”if you can’t stop it, then we’re in big trouble. You’ll just keep growing until… oh no, how will you eat at that size?”
>Zecora frowns and adds, “most concerning to me, is the safety of you all,
>but if I can’t control my power, the world may yet fall.”
>Star sighs. “You’ve got me there. You’ve achieved something truly miraculous, and improved everyone here in ways we couldn’t have imagined, but if… *when* your magic reservoir tops out again, I dare to think how large you’ll grow. Catastrophically big…” 
>a grim silence fills the boutique back room, but everyone looks troubled
>Dash frowns and keeps looking like she’s going to say something, but finally spits out, “this sucks! There’s gotta be something we can do! You’ve given Scoot her dream, Shy’s never been more at ease with herself and I’m even more awesome than ever!!”
>Shy nibbles her lip and her eyes grow wet. She can’t summon the words
>she kneels next to Zecora and holds her
>Scootaloo hugs her knees and sniffles. “I’d give it all up in a second if it would help. Just experiencing what I have would be enough.”

>Trixie pouts. “This is ridiculous! Trixie finally finds two good friends, two true peers in Greatness, and one of them could accidentally end the world? Of course, as powerful as Trixie is, it’s not that strange you would-” the magician stumbles on her words and finally lets the bravado drop
>instead she hugs Zecora’s other shoulder. “It’s not fair. You have given me so much…”
>Zecora just shakes her head; all this adventure, she sought to live out her wildest dreams of casting magic and rid herself of her self-imposed chastity when leaving her homeland
>both have been soundly shattered; she learned the glory of casting spells and had experienced pleasures with these girls, both intimate and innocent, and bonded with them
>and now, Zecora was a seemingly unstoppable doom to her friends and even the world
>Rarity stops magically creating four outfits at once and says, “now, now. Cheer up, everyone. The royal visit no doubt means we can uncover these findings to Twilight. I just know she will think of something.”
>Rarity lifts a large dress with her magic and hands it to the shaman, who puts it on
>there’s a little staring exchange between Rarity, Trixie and Shy
>it’s an appropriate hybrid of a traditional Zabrati robe, with yet strikingly sexy, revealing fit
>it also features little patterns; wings in the back, coiled horns on the hem and studded tiny gems throughout; very appropriate for her state
>”I thank you all for your concern, and Rarity for this dress,
>and I shall not succumb to this maudlin distress.”
>”That’s the spirit!” Starlight says. “I’m going to go ahead to pass my findings on to Twilight and get the ball rolling. As soon as you’re ready, head to the palace. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
>Star waves to everyone, gives Zecora a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder, has a cute, loving kiss with Trixie, then teleports away
>Zecora says, “no matter what comes, I’m glad to have met all of you,
>but this truly is something that i alone must do…”
>Zecora receives reassuring hugs from everyone else, then heads out
>before she gets too far, a voice calls, “hold on a sec.”
>Rainbow Dash, ignoring the stares from the people in her tablecloth bikini, gestures Zecora to follow her up into the air

>once high enough, the giant speedster says, “I know this is probably scary, since there’s no guarantees what’s gonna happen, but I’ve gotta assume things will pan out okay, so I just wanna ask before it’s too late. We’ve had a blast these past few days, and I know you’ve had your pick of girls. I’m hoping these aren’t *all* just flings, because I’ve been in that head of yours and I know for a fact you’ve been craving a deeper relationship.”
>Zecora may have been distracted with everything else, but she can’t deny it; the passions she’s experienced have been a highlight and going back to a solitary life doesn’t seem viable
>Dash continues, ”I’ve known Shy since she was a kid, and I always felt like I’ve gotta protect her. Now, I know she doesn’t need me much for that now, and I hate being the mature one here, but I don’t want you to lead her on. I also know the others are sweet on you too, but I feel like you’ve gotta pick before things start getting catty. 
>”You saw how Shy looked when Rarity started getting grabby, and can you imagine a cat fight between a twenty foot tall giant powerhouse Shy and a who-the-heck knows how magical amazon Rares? Heck, even I’m feeling something for you, and if I wasn’t already seeing Soarin’, maybe I’d be…” 
>she looks down at Zecora’s body, blushes and clears her throat. “I’m getting off topic. Of course, we can still mingle, but if you hurt Shy by playing around without laying the ground rules of who you’re gonna stick with, I don’t care how world-threatening you are, I’ll still whip your butt!”
>she pounds a fist into her open palm. Bravado or not, considering Zecora’s immense power, Dash looks dead serious
>”So I don’t care if it’s Trixie and Star, Rarity, Fluttershy, heck, even Scoot or, double heck, maybe you’ve got something for Twilight or you wanna try your luck with the princesses. Whatever, just so I can tell Shy to not get her hopes up. And for the record, I’m still down for a casual fling with you, no matter who you pick. But I’m asking you straight, no judgments, are you settling?”

>Zecora grumbles with frustration
>she’s just been told she’s a ticking time bomb, at risk of likely smothering the capitol of Equestria under an ever-growing body, and who know how much beyond
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>which at this rate, would trigger before nightfall
>and Dash is trying to force her to choose?
>”I don’t have the time to deal with this now,
>if they care, they will wait until time will allow,
>for a better chance, when I know what will happen to me,
>and I-“
>a soft, yet firm voice, “so we’ll come with you, and we’ll never flee.”
>Fluttershy flies up to the pair
>followed by Trixie, carried inside a magic bubble
>”You’ve been choosing a lot of things on this adventure, my esoteric friend,” Trixie says smugly, “but we can make our own decisions as well. Trixie and Fluttershy have agreed to a truce. We don’t need any intermediaries forcing things on our friends, Rainbow Dash.”
>Dash says, “I was just asking Zecora to stop leading you guys on. I was worried that-“
>Shy folds her arms over her massive, towel-clad chest and huffs, “I’d have my feelings hurt? That I’d suffer rejection and go home in tears? Please, Dashie.”
>Shy puts a hand on Dash’s shoulder and she smiles, “I appreciate what you’ve done for me all these years, but no matter what Zecora chooses, no matter what comes,“ she turns and smiles at the shaman, “I’ll stay with her until the end.”
>”Trixie has also concluded thus; Trixie is now as great as she always believed she was, without falsehoods, and it is because of,” she raises her hands and trills, “The Extrrravagent and Esoteric Zecorrra! Trixie will now perform her greatest feat by saving Equestria by means of helping her dear friend!”
>”And once it’s all said and done,” Shy finishes, “even if you don’t go with either of us, that’s okay too. Because that’s what she means to me.”
>”Though Trixie will be utterly peeved if you cast us both aside, rendering this whole show of maturity in a  truce moot, she shall be the bigger, mature, Great and Spectacular woman and accept gracious defeat.”
>”Well, darn,” Dash says and chuckles, “meek Fluttershy and egotistical Trixie coming up strong! Well, Zecora, I’ll let the others know your choice. I doubt I’m gonna change their minds, and I doubt you will either.”

>with a wave, Dash dived back down to street level
>and Zecora leads the way to the palace, with Shy and Trixie in tow to the palace gates
>but on approach, the guards say, “We recognise Zecora, but the invitation was for one-“
>Fluttershy stomps a foot, shattering the stone, “Oh, excuse me, but my foot slipped.” She stares at the guard. “I hope it doesn’t happen again as I walk through the gate.”
>Trixie giggles and sends the guards helmet flying skyward, which explodes like a firework, “just try and stop me.”
>the guard steps aside, and the three continue
>no sooner than they reach the palace stairs, Twilight teleports in
>”Oh, it’s you! Thank goodness, I heard the explosion, I thought… wait-“
>she eyes Trixie with surprise, “Star’s busy helping me, Trixie. I can pass on a message if you want.”
>”Trixie is here for Zecora, and Zecora alone.”
>the fledgling princess’s jaw goes slack. “Wow, that’s… big of you, Trixie.”
>”Trixie needs not your faint praise. You of all people should know the lengths true friends (or… more) shall go for those they love.”
>Shy gently steps up, but still cracks a step. “We’re all here for the same reason, to help Zecora. What can we do?”
>”Wow, speaking of big. Starlight told me about how… robust you’ve gotten, Shy, but she didn’t do you justice. You look good! But I digress, I was about to come find you, follow me.” Twilight heads through the palace
>though Shy has to hunker down to pass through the spacious corridors
>Twilight continues, “we’ve been discussing the matter most of the last couple of days, slowly adding information gleaned about the temporal tonic, earth magic and avatar forms, as well as observing your transformations, but the information Starlight passed on has made pin down those we’re most confident about.”
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>Zecora says, ”that is good, because my power continues to swell,
>and we have a matter of hours from what I can tell.”
>”I’m glad you’ve got Trixie and Shy as well, because some of the solutions we’ve identified need what we’re calling arcane causality anchors. Basically, with friendship being magic, the closer you bond with someone, the stronger their ability to help. Though magical strength,” she gestures to Trixie, then Shy as she says, “and physical robustness also helps a lot. What we have in mind is… taxing. But we can only use one anchor at once- tsk, sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.”

>Twilight opens the door to a large chamber, helps Shy squeeze through, and closes the door behind them
>within, Celestia and Luna surround a font of water that’s showing Zecora on it (a scrying pool, Zecora identifies), piles of ancient books in a large conference table that has been pushed to the side in favour of a large ritual circle drawn on the floor
>Zecora can’t help but study the pair, as she has everyone since this began
>Celestia’s a towering figure, two feet taller than Zecora’s shrunken height, and massively curvy
Magic pool: +7
Height/figure adjustment: luscious curves, no potential change to Zecora’s true height
Quirks: Sun Goddess: control over celestial bodies
Ageless ruler: has ruled, and thus gained knowledge, for millennia
>Luna was smaller than her sister, but nonetheless full figured and as tall as Zecora
Magic pool: +6
Height/figure adjustment: very curvy, no height change
Quirks: Moon Goddess: control over lesser celestial bodies, as well as dreams
Dark past: has an existing darkness to her, and has been corrupted in the past
>”Welcome, Princess Zecora of the Earth.” Celestia offers a formal bow, closely followed by Luna.
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>Zecora blushes at the gesture from the ruler of the land. ”You majesty, you are mistaken,
>”no crown is mine, nor vows were taken.”
>Celestia laughs softly. ”Alicorns didn’t just appear from nowhere. It is a position inherited in some shape or form since before my time.”
>Luna nods. “What you have achieved is considered similar to how we understand the first Alicorns came to be. A champion of the three peoples, exemplifying their three strengths yet wielding wisdom to use their combined powers to bring peace to a troubled land. An ancient ritual of sharing their powers into a single vessel to rule then in turn.”
>Twilight continues, “but because of the nature of your merges, you’ve torn the very fabric of your being to do so, and the temporal tonic is preventing you from healing your spirit. You have the body of a princess, and have the powers, but the magic is in a recursive loop of drawing more power into you than you can withstand. Of course, your growth spurts are feeding on this, since you’re de-ageing from the tonic and Apple Bloom’s goliath apple spurt, magnified by the others consuming goliath apples in the Apple family, and when you hit your limit again, you’ll grow so large, we doubt living will be viable.”

>Celestia says, “it’s possible we could muster a shrink spell of a magnitude strong enough to prevent you from outgrowing the land, but then we realised an even greater problem once we received Starlight Glimmer’s findings. Your wounded spirit has you tethered to every person you’ve merged with, and left them all with a wound as well. And when the temporal tonic runs it’s course?”
>she turns and presses her hands on the table, magically floating a book in front of her. She reads it and sighs, the finishes, “it depends on who’s will is stronger, but either you, or every person you’ve merged with, will be torn to pieces to heal the other.”
>first, Zecora was a growth disaster waiting to happen
>and now she was going to destroy every person she’s merged with? Or be ripped to pieces herself!?
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>Zecora feels faint, but a large, strong hand catches her as Fluttershy steadies the shaman
>Trixie folds her arms and demands, “you have solutions, yes? Trixie demands you tell her what is needed to save her friend.”
>Luna’s brow twitches as the magician’s ego, but she answers, “the first, and crudest option is thus; banishment to the moon. It should sever the connections and spare those you have merged with as well as containment to any growth experienced since you become a metaphysical aspect of your actual self. Also, as a princess you have extended life and, therefore, once those merged have passed on by natural means, you can be returned and allowed to heal from the spirit wound. This will allow you to retain your form, as you are now.”

>Twilight shakes her head, “that’s a last resort. The next one is a form of far more temporary imprisonment, and came about thanks to your merging with the Apple family and Cheerilee; you have a strong affinity for the ancient earth magic goliath apple tree on Sweet Apple Acres and merging with it will let it take some of the burden and it will absorb the final growth spurt on you behalf. This will also slow your perception of time and, in turn, slow the effects of the temporal tonic expiring over years instead of seconds. You’ll heal in a far more controlled way. Those you’ve merged with will feel, at most, a little discomfort as a small fraction of their spirit is drawn to heal the wound.”
>Twilight gestures to Shy and Trixie. “As someone emotionally close to you, one of your anchors will have to remain with you to help keep your mind safe, periodically merging with you and exposing themselves to the strain of your full need to heal. It won’t be pleasant for them, but you will return exactly as you are; the Princess of the Earth.”
 >Shy looks defiant. “Whatever is needed!” She then giggles. “Being a tree… that reminds me of something I said once. And I’ll get to live on Applejacks’s farm!”
>”No mere tree shall topple Trixie! Even if I’ll have to live like a yokel for a few years… hmph, fine. Such is Trixie’s Great and Spectacular determination for her dear friend.”
>”Another solution,” Celestia, “is one final merge with myself, my sister and my most precious former pupil, Twilight. Between the three of us, we shall take on the extent of your spiritual wounds, then transfer you into your emotional anchor of choice, to be reformed from their memory of you. This will be the quickest, most painless method, but it comes at a cost; you shall be stripped of your alicorn form and much of your true height and instead adopt that of your chosen anchor.”

>Starlight appears from behind one of the pile of books, and says, “I’ve found another solution!”
>all eyes turn to her, and she hands a crumbling tome to Twilight, who then says, “huh… of course. A temporal reset. We simply stop the initial accident from happening, and we have little chance of missing the make because the temporal tonic already links you to that moment, we’ll just have to go hour farther back. The amount of magic we’ll be dispersing theoretically means you will be returned to normal… we’ll, mostly, probably with some physical improvements, and you will remember what happened. We can even weave in both of your anchors to so that they also develop a portion of their changes as their ‘then’ and ‘now’ states align, as well as remembering a strong glimpse of their state of mind now, so Shy will retain her confidence and Trixie her…”
>Trixie raises an eyebrow and folds her arms as Twilight laughs awkwardly
>”You know what I mean… have a think, let us know what you want to do. If you have further questions, we should be able to extrapolate on the options for you, and if you want to talk to anyone else for a heart to heart, you have some time, but the only thing we can’t do is nothing.”

>”Being an anchor is more than just your support,” Celestia says. “They must also have a sense of self stability in some aspect. Fluttershy, as the element of kindness, is one stable aspect. Her confidence only strengthens this as well.”
>Shy nods. ”Yes, I will always help everyone I can, but I won’t be cowed any longer.”
>Starlight grins and says, “since you gave her an example of being humble about her powers, and especially now that we’re some of the most powerful noble bloods in Equestria, I know for a fact that Trixie is at her best; she’s both self assured and determined to prove herself right.”
>Trixie laughs. “Guilty as charged.”
>Twilight shrugs, “the problem is these two aren’t exactly harmonious together. While splitting anchors would be helpful in a few aspects, they run a very serious risk of conflicting with each other and making your wounds worse.”
>Twilight gives Trixie and Shy a look, then says, “if we had a little more time, maybe they-“
>”Um, no. Trixie respects Fluttershy, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’re in this truce for you, Zecora, not each other.” She removes her hat and loses some of her bluster. “Besides, Trixie also has Starlight as a set partnership, and I don’t feel like having a fourth partner would be a good idea. Plus, even I can tell that Star didn’t need the sort of guidance you gave me.”
>Shy says, “I’m much the same. I recognise Trixie has developed into a better person, but I still don’t get her ego. I’m also deeply glad she’s here for you, but we will always agree to disagree. And anyway, I’m sure we can involve Dash if you wanted to continue having a little extra fun, but I don’t think she didn’t learn as much as I did from our merge, Zecora.”
>Luna says, “quite. It would cause an instability. We are dealing with forces of unimaginable power, so harmonious cohesion is paramount. Both of themselves and with you.”

>Zecora closes her eyes and looks deep within her soul
>this isn’t just her choice, to determine her own fate, but one that could change the world
>she had a real opportunity to become something else, something tremendous
>not just a giant with magical powers
>not just a woman who could transform into the three main peoples of the country
>but a goddess
>an actual goddess, like Luna, able to move the moon, to enter and challenge the entities beyond
>or Celestia, the ruler of this nation, able to shift a star!
>but…
>perhaps it was not her place to step upon that plateau, to encroach her will on others
>she needed clarity
>so for now, she opened her eyes
>two wonderful people eyed her expectantly
>to Zecora’s right, the once misguided Trixie
>truly a unique soul; self assured, once foolishly so, but now a righteous and proud magician who held the right to feel as Great and Powerful as she once claimed, as Great and Spectacular as she always wished she could be
>someone who, in time, would become a hero of the people
>people across the land would say things like, “such amazing magic! She’s like Trixie!” When speaking in reverent awe of a young, noble blooded spellslingers 
>she would make her mark upon this land and have books written about her and her beautiful lover, Starilght Glimmer
>a kindred spirit indeed; two troubled people, in the shadows of prominent greats, both seeking their place
>and they found it at each other’s side, and completed one another
>both were the very visions of beauty and power

>to Zecora’s left, now sitting down and yet still as tall as the princesses, was a truly reborn soul
>Fluttershy, ever a reluctant hero, never quite sure if she was up to the task
>a dainty flower, precious and fragile, despite her lurid and vibrant spirit
>a beauty, who many would say belonged hanging behind others, to be looked at
>her jewel-like blue-green eyes were always so shiny and pure
>now they had such strength behind them
>where she would look away and stare at the ground, there was a tempered, iron will, an even stare of someone who knows exactly who they were
>and she knew in droves
>Fluttershy was no longer a wallflower; she was a gold-hearted warrior
>it would be easy to ask, “where did this strength come from?”
>they didn’t know Fluttershy; one who could, at times, muster the will to stare down a dragon, or a cockatrice
>that was now her all the time, not just in emergencies
>she just had the body to match it now; a towering amazon, taller than anyone besides Zecora’s true height
>and her figure was a perfect marriage of brawn and her own curves, the very same she had always owned and was ashamed of
>now she wore her makeshift garments with enough attitude that she wanted people to admire her
>not in a vain way, but to say to the world, “I am here, and I will not be pushed around.”
>Zecora knew them both deeply, and for this little moment, she had to make her choice
>and remembered who she once was, a woman of nature
>it gave her clarity; there was a kindred spirit right there
>”Fluttershy, I am unsure what lies beyond, this is true,
>but one certainty is the one I wish by my side is you,
>and to you, my good Trixie, I apologise,
>but apart is where our destiny lies.
>Not of spite, for I hope that far in the end,
>we can call each other forevermore, a friend.”
>Shy gasps, and looks at Trixie as she smiles and looks down, blocking her face with her pointed hat
>it’s a smile with a pained heart, but sensing this, Star puts an arm around her lover

>”Trixie understands.”
>she wipes a hand across her eyes, then stands tall and proud with a big smile
>”She would feel sorry for depriving the world by keeping you for Trixie, and Trixie alone. And… well, I still have you to thank for setting me on the right path, Zecora, and of course, a peer like yourself can consider Trixie friend.”
>she gives Fluttershy a nod, winks at Zecora and says, “Trixie shall watch from afar, and shall look forward to how Extravagant and Esoteric you truly become.”
>she then gives Starlight a deep kiss, and with a flourishing bow, teleports away
>considering the royal presence on the room, Fluttershy’s keeping her emotions in check
>but going by her wet eyes and the slightly quivering smile on her lips, she’s clearly ecstatic with this outcome
>Zecora takes one of Shy’s hands in hers and they just spend a moment staring, thumbs rubbing one another’s palms
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>but the shaman can feel the growing power within herself, like a dam primed and ready to burst
>”I feel enriched, but that means I have much to lose,
>but at this threshold I don’t know what to choose…”
>Fluttershy gently picks Zecora up and bring her in a hug
>she kisses Zecora’s neck and whispers, “if you’re worried about me, then don’t be., I want you to be the best Zecora you can. No matter what you choose, I’ll cherish what we have and who you are, but I believe you are a truly special, and I wouldn’t want you to be diminished out of fear for me. Let me be your anchor, and in turn, your guardian. I want you to join the goliath tree, and I will endure whatever pain and stress is expected of me to see you flourish, for however many years it takes. In the end, the kindness you’ll be able to enact as a- as MY princess far outstrips temporary pain. After all…”
>Fluttershy stands and has a full flex, straining her makeshift clothes
>even Celestia and Luna look awed at the thick swells of muscle bulging on display, especially while retaining curves that rival their own
>”What use is all this might if not to use it to challenge myself for the sake of others?”
>Twilight wipes a tear away and she smiles at her close friend. “It’s hard to believe you’re the same Fluttershy that was once terrified of even raising her voice. I’m so proud of you.” She turns to Zecora. “If it means anything, I find it hard to disagree with her. You deserve this power, and I know that once you settle into the role, your wisdom and strength will see Equestria, and beyond, blossom into something wonderful with all of us caring for it, together.”
>”If your minds are set,” Celestia says and gestures to the ritual circle on the floor. “Let us join Princess Zecora and her champion, Kind Fluttershy, as anchors, bonded in fate and heart.”
>Zecora holds Shy’s hand and they enter the circle
>the horns of Luna, Celestia and Twilight flash and glow, and the pair within both gasp as they feel a tug at the very core of their being
>and, in that moment, they are one 

>it’s a deep, golden sunset over Sweet Apple Acres
>and in a small, secluded clearing, blocked in on all sides by thickets of twisted trees that leave only one narrow entrance by land, stands the goliath tree
>it’s not terribly impressive, all things considered
>a large, gnarled, sturdy thing, but unless one has witnessed such giants as Cheerilee and her rapid growth to her gigantic size, one wouldn’t think the goliath tree anything special
>it was joined by three figures
>the princess of magic and friendship looks the tree and nods
>Zecora and Fluttershy watch as Twilight casts a spell on it, then the giant pair, and they both feel another tug as a third connection is made
>Twilight clears her throat. “Okay, one last time and just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
>Fluttershy recited, “Zecora will enact one last merge, using her affinity with the goliath tree to join with it and benefit from the enduring, slower state of being. This will likewise slow the draw of spiritual energy from everyone who has merged with her in the past, making it manageable for everyone.”
>Zecora nodded. “And while I slumber in a form that is not of my own,
>my mind will lose track of all the thoughts I have known,
>so my dear Fluttershy will reach for me, and have a merge with my mind,
>but while she does, sadly the draw from her spirit will be unkind.”
>Twilight says, “that’s right. Once a day, Shy will briefly touch the tree and your minds will merge. This will expose Fluttershy to the full drain of what would happen to every other merging partner otherwise, so do it sparingly. I normally wouldn’t recommend it, but considering Fluttershy’s in robust health, and the brevity of these merges, she should be alright. Of course, everyone will do what they can to keep an eye on her. I’ll get Applejack to build a shelter and keep her fed, and I’m sure everyone will come to visit.”

>Fluttershy looks at the clearing. “So this is my home for now. How long do you think it will take?”
>Twilight shrugged. “I wish I knew. Goliath trees are extremely rare and we don’t know how long they live for, or how old this particular tree is, but my best guess is two or three years.”
>Zecora winces, but Fluttershy just smiles at her, calm and serene. “I’ll be fine. I’ll keep you safe. I love you.”
>she kneels down and the pair have a deep kiss
>a precious moment later, their lips part, but Shy keeps her forehead pressed against Zecora’s and she whispers, light as the air, “and if you feel compelled to pay me back for enduring these next few years… well, I’m sure you’ll think of a way.”
>Shy’s hands stroke Zecora’s butt and hips and winks
>Zecora sighs and sadly has to resist her arousal. She says, “I’ll make it up to you until the end of my days,
>yet I’ll do it just to keep the love in your gaze,
>and if I’m to be a princess of the very land,
>then I shall make you my queen by my hand.”
>they have another deep, passionate kiss, and Zecora approaches the tree
>the tug from it becomes uncomfortable
>Twilight says, “awkward as it is, I need you to unshrink. It looks like the lingering magic is making the merge unstable.”
>Zecora purged the shrink spell, and she skyrocketed up to her full hundred feet height
>the tree now barely came up to her thigh, and the clearing’s tree barrier, her hip
>Twilight was a little taller than her ankle
>and an awestruck Fluttershy could touch her knee if she reached, but she shouted up to her, “I’ll be with you! Don’t be afraid!”
>and without any outside magic interfering as the link stabilised, Zecora took a deep breath, focused on the tree
>and with one last flash, she vanished into darkness and silence

Epilogue
>deafening silence
>Zecora wasn’t sure she had ever experienced such quiet
>the Everfree forest was abuzz with leaves rustling, animal calls and the sound of her charms and chimes gently moving in the breeze
>Ponyville was obviously a bustle with its residents always coming and going at all hours
>Zecora couldn’t remember a time when she had heard nothing
>but this was something else
>yet she could feel life around her, she knew it was there
>she could feel the subtle drain of energy from nutrients and water in the ground
>and the sun on her leaves
>and within, she felt her blood, or sap, flow oh-so slowly
>and just as Zecora gave herself to this silence, there was a rush of life
>a voice, caring and firm
>but pained
>”I’m still here…”
>”I can feel you”
>”I’ll do what I must to help you flourish.”
>”I can feel you growing stronger.”
>”Everyone… is waiting for you.”
>”I’ll be okay… I *will* endure…”
>”Take… as long… as you need…”
>it dawns on Zecora that she can’t tell if that was one merge or many
>time means little, just flickers of her dear Fluttershy, like rising to the surface of a deep pool to breathe
>each few words were like a drug
>Zecora wished she could have more
>just this addictive sensation, brief flashes of sound that made the silence so pervasive and alien
>another sensation sets in
>a strength within
>she felt increasingly whole
>Zecora remembered how strong she was before
>she now saw it for what it was; childish might and petty little magic tricks
>and as this power reached its apex, the tree felt confining
>a prison, not a home
>a cocoon
>a chrysalis
>it was time to be reborn

>the little sips of sound hadn’t prepared her for the heady depths of creaking wood
>the chirp of birds
>just… the sound of air itself
>it was overwhelming, but Zecora centred herself and processed the cacophony into smaller parts
>once she grew used to the sounds, Zecora opened her eyes, and winced
>light, energy radiating from Celestia’s sun, filtered through impurities and droplets of water in the air, reflecting off the kaleidoscope of colours in the world and into her eyes
>it felt like such a novel concept, but she soon recognised the world once more
>the clearing was largely unchanged
>but there was a large, simple yet functional hut
>Zecora looked at the goliath tree, and let out a little gasp
>it had grown massively, twice its original size
>small, immature apples lined it’s branches
>and she finally looked at herself
>she had no true frame of reference yet, but she felt more compact; obviously strong and toned, but slimmer overall
>Zecora guessed she was like the other princesses, who were supernaturally strong for their builds
>that she was still quite muscular probably meant she was far stronger than any of them, at least physically
>her old hundred foot height felt more like a muscle to be flexed than her true height
>Zecora reflexively shrank and grew
>and she supposed that if the hut was for her Fluttershy, it would be a little taller than her 21ft height
>so Zecora relaxed her size, and seemed to gravitate to be a little taller than the hut, so she guessed 25ft
>curiously, she’s wearing a revealing, woven vine-like outfit with wooden, body-emphasising panels
>yet, with a thought, the clothes fade… or are absorbed into herself, exposing her dark skin and stunning body
>and with another, they grow further into a more practical form, which looked like an armoured dress
>all of which grew and shrank with her
>comfortable with her new quirks and appearance, she approaches Shy’s hut
>if Zecora was honest, she expected there to be someone present outside, but Twilight did say nobody knew when she would be healed
>she entered the simple home, filled with a few lieces furniture, some designed for nornal sized people, some for Shy’s size, all reinforced for her build and Derpy- blessed density
>Zecora stops dead when she spots Fluttershy
>collapsed, face down on her bed
>with much of her mighty build lost and her usual sun kissed skin a ghostly pale

>”Fluttershy!” Zecora knelt beside her, “speak to me, are you alright?”
>what malady befalls, what disease or blight?”
>the princess carefully turns her over
>Shy’s sunken eyes remain closed, but she’s breathing
>but it’s so faint
>”Hey, what… Zecora?”
>the shaman turns to see Applejack
>”What has happened to my Fluttershy?” Zecora demands
>”What has caused her to wither, and why?”
>”Helpin’ you, that’s what. Every day, she’s been gettin’ weaker, and Twilight even said she should ease up a little, but Shy weren’t havin’ none of it.”
>Zecora probably knew that already
>maybe she was in denial, that this whole thing wouldn’t have a cost
>but this was too much
>”Mmh… Z- Zecora? Finally…” Fluttershy stirs and smiles, then winces
>”Fluttershy, I’m here, remain still and stay strong,
>I will move the earth to help solve what is wrong.”
>she felt a compulsion, an instinct, and heads outside, with Applejack following
>”We’ve already looked fer a way to help her, but stuff that heals drained spirits or whatever ain’t easy to find!”
>”Then we need not do the seeking,
>now, silence, no more speaking.”
>Zecora touched the ground, and closed her eyes
>her mind was sharper than it had ever been
>every spell, concoction and plant she had ever read or heard about, usually vague memories to cross-reference in books, was immediately recalled
>and this feeling…
>the ground trembled and a few plants sprouted
>”What the… is that jimson weed?” AJ pulled off her hat and scratched her head. “Like the stuff we use fer Granny’s nerves or whenever someone has a fever?”
>Zecora raised a hand for quiet, and opened her now glowing eyes as her horn blazes with power
>a local herb was easy, as a few other curatives burst from the soil
>what she ultimately sought was far, far away
>the far edges of the world in fact
>just one, small, brilliant plant
>”I call to you, oh flower of Spiritshine,
>from the northern lands, be here, be mine!”
>her voice echoed with power, and despite the surrounding barrier of interwoven trees, a strong gale rolled through
>moments passed, when another small quake sent AJ stumbling
>and a single closed flower rose from the ground 
>”What’n the heck is that?” Applejack peers at it but keeps a decent distance as Zecora stands and approaches
>”A rare bloom that absorbs traces of spirit,
>it is a delicate thing, so you need not fear it,
>it only grows at the coldest, darkest edge of the world,
>and remains dormant until by sunlight it is unfurled.”

>no sooner said, the sunlight caused the flower to open its petals
>it shimmered with a pale light
>”It’s real purty…”
>”and like a soul bereft of a mortal form,
>it’s as fleeting as snow on a day most warm.”
>Zecora plucks the little flower, along with a piece of every other herb she had summoned, and approaches the goliath tree
>the hard wood wriggles and shifts, one of the tree knot holes bending to face the sky, like a bowl
>Zecora puts all the ingredients inside, and waves her hand
>a small, stubby limb reaches in and grinds the ingredients, and even drips a little water inside until it’s a smooth paste, which the new princess scoops up in her hands
>”I knew everyone told me what to expect,” Applejack says and chuckles, “but there’s no preparin’ a gal that someone she’s known fer years that become a princess. Twice now I guess, after Twilight.”
>”And just like her, I am still merely me,
>but more, I suppose, as are you, aren’t we?”
>Applejack grins. “Can’t say I was disappointed in bein’ made bigger and stronger. But ferget my musin’, let’s go help Fluttershy.”
>back inside, Applejack gently helps Shy into sitting upright
>and the withered giantess gratefully takes the medicine
>she screws up her face at the flavour, but in moments, she finishes gulping it down
>”How long does it take to-“
>Shy flinches, hiccups and her eyes go wide
>the sunken look fades
>her dwindled muscles flex and bulge back to full strength 
>Fluttershy then pounces on Zecora, pinning her onto the bed and bouncing up and down like Pinkie after too much coffee (around one cup)
>”Wow, okaythatwasarush! Sweetbabybunnies, amItalkingtoofast? I’mtalkingtoofastaren’tI?”
>”Okay, that’s some liquid spirit alright. Hot dang, I…”
>Fluttershy licks her lips and pants like a dog as she looks over Zecora body and giggles.
>AJ finishes, “uh, I’m gonna go let the others know yer back and Shy’s fit as a fiddle. And… I’m thinkin’ I’ll take my time. Y’all look like ya need a chance to catch up.”
>Applejack barely turns her back as the reunited and restored Shy and Zecora begin making out
>and she’s barely able to get the door open as wild moans fill the clearing
>AJ shakes her head with an incredulous grin as Shy climactically screams, “Oh, goddess, yes!!

>AJ and the others don’t turn up
>evening gives way to night, then to the next morning
>it’s only around late afternoon that Zecora gives this any real thought
>then again, it was likely out of politeness; the reunited pair weren’t exactly subtle, and proceedings only intensified
>Zecora’s only just recently woken up after all but passing out from exhaustion
>in the strong-armed cuddle of her beloved Fluttershy, as the airblood giantess slumbers with a contented smile on her plump lips and her head resting on Zecora’s giant breasts, as the new princess gently strokes her flowing pink hair
>the bed, a sturdy thing to support the multi-ton Shy, is ruined and immediate area is a mess
>the shaman doesn’t know how many times she and Fluttershy ‘made up for lost time’ in the past twenty hours or so, but she stopped counting after ten
>it’s was perfect
>and still was
>but even princesses and their partners need food, as Zecora feels her stomach cramp
>not to mention they’re both quite… sticky from all the ‘catching up’ and there’s a swimming hole near the farm which sounds great right now
>”Fluttershy, it is time to awaken,
>there’s a bath and breakfast to be taken.”
>Shy yawns and lifts her head from Zecora’s pillowy, firm breast, her hair a beautiful mess on one side yet smooth from her lover’s strokes on the other
>she rubs the sleep from her eyes and notices the shattered bed. “Oh dear… I hope Applejack doesn’t get upset. She worked really hard on it. Though,” she giggles and strokes Zecora’s cheek, “maybe not as hard as we worked to break it.”
>”We shall talk with our friends as soon as we’re prepared,
>but we have all the time we need to make it up if Applejack cared.
>I suppose I’ll need to take my place as royalty,
>and you by my side now that we are both free.”
>they look at each other, full of adoration; Zecora the taller and regal figure to Fluttershy’s powerful body with similar curves made them quite the pair
>”After you, my lady,” Fluttershy bowed
>”None of that, please, no servile behaviour,
>you are equal to me, my dove and saviour.”
>Zecora offered her arm to hold, which Fluttershy took by locking her own around it
>and they left the hut, side by side

Years later…
>a group of guards trailed behind Princess Celestia on their approach the throne room in Canterlot Castle.
>a guard looks up and down the corridors and mutters, ”this seems too easy, my queen.”
>a green eyed Celestia scowls at him. “Are you questioning my plan, whelp? Those foolish Princesses have taken my bait and spread themselves far and wide to prevent war from all nations. Now, remain on watch and deter anyone else while I place the Internal Eye of Self-Admiration in the throne room. Equestria’s love and adoration will soon be ours once that insipid Celestia begins to worship herself by its influence and I drain her dry if her power, transform her into my true regal image and take over Equestria!”
>the doppelgänger queen takes our a small gemstone eye and enters the throne room, her four cohorts protect the door
>only for a 6ft Fluttershy, fully clad in vine and wood armour, her hair cut shorter and tied back, to approach with a particular swagger to her step
>as one of the six heroines, she was known to them
>they stood to attention and blocked the door. “Miss Fluttershy? I’m afraid the throne room is off limits.”
>Shy smiles innocently and says, “oh? That’s a shame I would have thought invaders, such as yourselves, would love to get inside and plan all sorts of nasty things.”
>the four glance at each other, unsure of what to do, but one shapeshifts back to his insect-like form, menacingly approaches and says, “and it’s a shame it’s just little, meek Fluttershy. I bet we could get a good feast out of you.”
>the others move and surround her, shifting back to their changeling forms and brandish their fangs at her
>Shy doesn’t lose her smile, but steps back to space herself, raises her fists, drops into a combat stance and smoothly says, “you should probably surrender. Just a little piece of kindly advice.”
>the changelings laugh darkly and one reaches for her
>only for Shy to catch his arm and twist it, still smiling as he yelps with pain
>she then punches him in the gut, launching him against the opposite wall and ricocheting, falling in a groaning heap as the others gawp at him, then Shy
>she giggles. ”My offer still stands, if you want to give up.”
>they take a respectful few steps away from her. “What the-? I thought Fluttershy was supposed to be frail and meek!”
>”Maybe once, but I’ve grown. Mentally, spiritually,” Shy sighs and suddenly grows so large she takes up the twenty foot high corridor. “Physically,” she says and finally drops her lackadaisical smile
>and punts another of the changelings forty feet down the corridor

>”What are those fools doing out there!?” Queen Chrysalis scowls at the door
>the commotion suddenly ended, and after a few moments of silence, the queen resumes her work to find a small nook for her evil eye artefact
>the throne room had a lot more vegetation than she remembered
>this suited her needs; more places to hide the little but powerful thing
>Chrysalis buried the eye in one of the potted plants, and went to leave
>”Oh, how far fallen have the haughty,
>hiding things like a child most naughty.”
>Chrysalis snarls and spins to the voice, an arm raising and her misshapen horn aglow with green power
>Zecora stood, casually tending to one of the other plants, dressed in a fine, if plain, dress of tribal patterns that accentuated her curves and athletic build
>the queen titters, “you act condescending to me while you’re, what, the royal gardener now? Hah! Perhaps you could help these plants along once I drain you dry and use your carcass as fertiliser!”
>she casts a green beam of light, and captures Zecora in a cage-like energy field
>she pounced upon the shaman, and seemed to sniff her
>”Oh yes, a heady amount of love on you. Exquisite!”
>she sank her teeth into her captive
>only to gag and sputter as she received a mouthful of bitter leaves and flower stems as Zecora’s face morph into a flower
>no longer a captive, just exotic flora
>”What trickery is this? Where are you!?”
>”This eye is a most vile relic, indeed.”
>Chrysalis once again turns as Zecora examines the jewel, then crushes it in her fist with a flash of destroyed magic
>”but I fear your plan has gone to seed.”
>”Shaman cretin!” The queen screeches, “I will tear you to pieces!!”

>Queen Chrysalis flies at Zecora, only this time a wall of plants intercepts her
>she blasts at the growths with her magic, tearing holes, but more and more plants take their place, until Chrysalis is surrounded on all sides by writhing green walls
>”My changelings! I demand your aid!”
>”None are coming, you are alone,
>and I must ask if you will please atone.”
>”Never! Show yourself you coward! I will not be talked down to by some treehouse dwelling potion peddler!”
>Zecora cackled. It was a loud, booming sound
>and the vines peel away, revealing the throne room one more
>but… something is off
>the vast chamber is even bigger than Chrysalis remembers…
>a shadow casts over her, and she looks up
>and dives out of the way as a massive, sandalled foot slams down and shakes the marble floor
>the queen goes slack jawed as she regards the colossal shaman
>and it suddenly dawns on her; Chrysalis must only be inches tall
>”an insect is often a servant to plants, feasting on its pests or to help them pollinate.”
>a single tendril grabs Chrysalis by the ankle, and pulls her up into Zecora’s hand
>she walked over to a giant flytrap and held the tiny queen over a sickly sweet smelling, jug-like opening
>”though as you tried with me, my darlings here hunger and it’s been a while since they ate.”
>the door opened, and Chrysalis though for a moment she was saved
>but her four minions are thrown into the room, all battered and beaten
>and followed by the gigantic Fluttershy, who tries to squeeze through the huge doors, then briefly shrinks herself but re-enlarges one inside
>she winks at her lover. ”I see you have everything in hand, Zecsie.”
>Zecora gives Chrysalis a gentle squeeze, which earns a shrill cuss, and goes to respond, but an worried Twilight teleports in first
>the friendship princess spins around, magic primed and ready to fire, then notices the subdued changelings
>”Oh, thank goodness! When I reached Griffonstone and talked with them about the messages, I realised it was a ploy.”
>Twilight squints at the five inch tall queen in Zecora’s hand, who squeaks, “release me at once!”
>Zecora grins and magically creates a cage of wood, stuffs the literal insect queen inside, and hands it to Twilight
>”She will remain that small for a full fortnight,
>so think on what punishment you feel is forthright.”

>this was a fairly typical occurrence for Princess Zecora and her knight, Lady Fluttershy in the years that followed
>the earth princess sought no kingdom, but instead largely continued to serve the people as its protector in a more proactive way as she had as a normal earthblood woman
>with every plant in tune with her, threats could not enter Equestria without Zecora knowing as the land itself listened for her
>and she could ask for its aid in return, whenever disease or injury took place, she could divert natural medicines to assist, while using her powers to ensure such life-giving plants were available to all
>she learned many spells under the peerage of Twilight, but famously her spells of growth and reduction were her specialty, of flora and fauna
>Fluttershy was always at her side, a mighty guardian who used her impossible strength to ensure kindness was able to flourish
>she insisted she disliked violence, though was liberal (if controlled) in using it against those who would harm others, but never claimed the life of another
>through ritual and magic, Zecora and Fluttershy would even have several children together, both serving as mother in turn
>as for those who had partaken in Zecora’s ascension, of course receiving such gifts of size, strength and power weren’t squandered
>Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo enjoyed a partnership as the Wonderbolts ‘Dragonblaze’ squadron, where the strongest fliers acted as the muscle of Equestria’s skies
>while Zecora and Shy would regularly enjoy their company, the two powerhouse fliers saw more and more of each other
>and through amicable partnership, Soarin’, Dash and Scootaloo made a solid threesome
>Applejack never got back together with Rarity, but she has her pick of whoever she pleased
>Apple Bloom made a full recovery from the very illness that sparked Zecora’s temporal merge mess up, but couldn’t help but feel annoyed that Applejack had taken over again
>(though Zecora did find a tonic that soon saw her outgrow Applejack by an inch)
>Big Mac and Cheerilee made vigorous use of the narrowing of the size gap
>ten kids, all likely to grow up to be around twenty feet tall, almost seemed like a bad idea, but that didn’t stop them from flourishing as each pulled their weight on the farm
>Sweet Apple Acres certainly flourished, and the Apple Family soon had the average height boosted a good couple of feet over the next generations
>Pinkie and Maud didn’t exactly need much help with their respective lines of work, but the rock specialist put her even greater strength to work in digging for ‘fascinating’ examples
>she even made more friends now that she was just a little more open and emotional
>Pinkie was naturally much the same; her massive strength never saw too much use but her height saw use as a jungle gym for kids

>true to Zecora’s assessment, and with a little guidance from time to time, Trixie and Starlight Glimmer took the world by storm
>two equally powerful magicians, each more powerful than Twilight before her ascension, put on shows that inspired a whole new generations of boys and girls that wanted to be just like Trixie and Starlight
>Trixie borrowed much of Zecora’s sensibilities, Star’s talent and even Rarity’s flair for the dramatic as her displays dazzled and amazed all
>and Star tempered her far fetched (and sometimes disastrous) ideas with a little of Trixie’s sardonic self reflection and the shaman princess’s calmer mind
>the biggest shock was that, after their first tour, Rarity joined their act
>the show grew ever greater, as the fashionista used it as an excuse to peddle her clothing farther and wider. >as well as being able to manage her businesses by teleporting from store to store
>as well as making sure they looked absolutely stunning
>they even saved the day on more than one occasion, levelling three of Equestria’s most powerful noble bloods against all manner of foes and foibles
>but alongside Celestia, Luna and Twilight Sparkle, Princess Zecora became a much beloved figure for these acts and influences and many more
And that, as they say, is that.