"First, I want you to work on finding your most relaxed position." Marble's voice seemed to come from somewhere else when she spoke like this, but she had to build things up. "Try on your belly, forelegs tucked under and back legs stretching out behind you. Is that the most comfortable, you think?"

"Y—"

"You don't speak. Just nod." Marble waited for Twilight to nod. "Close your eyes and relax, and listen to the sound of my voice. Breathe in—" she paused, "—and when you breathe out, pick a worry in your head and breathe it out. Breathe out."

Twilight didn't consciously line her breathing up with Marble's words, it just happened. The first breath was a small worry—that this wouldn't work. The second (with the first one gone) was that it would work too well. By the time she reached the fiftieth breath, she felt more relaxed than she had since she was—another breath out dispelled even the worry that she couldn't remember when she'd been this relaxed before.

Each breath now was easier. Twilight heard Marble's words change, speaking with that soft drone, telling her that each breath now made her fall deeper into a dark, comfortable, hole. She floated down that hole and when she eventually reached the bottom, it was to land on comfortable pile of words—words that Marble was telling her that she couldn't quite hear.

"… Life is dedicated to bringing pleasure to your master. You would want nothing more than to follow their commands and do absolutely everything they say. When you wake up, when your eyes open, the first person you see will be your master." Marble's own words had her motor running. She wanted to get off more than ever, and whatever it was in her head made her feel so hungry, despite having eaten not two hours ago. "Wake up."

A knock at the door surprised Marble and Twilight. Both turned their heads to look, but it was Marble who raised her voice. "Don't come in!"

Sunset Shimmer, her ears still ringing with Pinkie Pie's drumbeats (and moans, though those had been purely mental and only felt like they echoed), had only managed to pick up the last two words shouted through the door. She turned the handle and started opening Twilight's door only to see Marble dive across the bed and grab Twilight's face. "Uh, what're you doing?"

Twilight had blinked as someone grabbed her head and turned her to look at them. She gazed up at the dark woman's features and smiled. "Master! I'm so glad to see you!"

"What are you doing to Twilight? Who are you?!" Sunset braced herself, expecting a changeling or siren trick. When Marble and Twilight both looked at her with confusion on their faces, however, it caused her some confusion too.

Shaking her head and feeling Marble's work shred apart like cobwebs, Twilight huffed out a snort. "Sunset, it's just some harmless fun. Fun that you kinda walked in during the middle of."

Wheels and gears clicked in Sunset's head. It took her nearly five full seconds to come to the conclusion that she'd just barged in on the two doing naughty things. Her blush started tiny but soon intensified as she tried to back out the door. "C-C-Coat hanger!"

Looking between Twilight and Sunset, Marble was lost. "What?"

"On the door handle. Ugh. I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say come in. If you hang a coat hanger on the door handle, I'll know to—uh—leave you be." All the way out the door now, Sunset looked between the two but settled on Marble. "You can do real hypnosis?"

"Mmhmm."

"Sunset?" Twilight asked.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Can you put this on the handle on your way out?" Floating a coat hanger from her closet, Twilight put it into Sunset's hand with her magic.

Pulling the door closed, Sunset hung the hanger on the handle and let out a sigh. She turned back toward the kitchen and realized she'd forgotten what it was she'd wanted to ask Twilight about. She shrugged and got exactly one step into the actual kitchen when Pinkie's hand touched her forearm.

The feeling of her magic flaring to life was common to Sunset now, particularly with her girlfriend's talents. Though she was getting better at…

"Aww." Pinkie Pie took her hand off Sunset's arm. "Why'd you stop it?"

"Because I wanted to kiss and talk to you before we get back to your games." Wrapping both arms around Pinkie's shoulders, Sunset pulled her lover into a tight snuggle and pressed her lips to Pinkie's.

Always enthusiastic for snuggles, Pinkie Pie squeezed Sunset back and ensured their chests were pressed a lot more firmly than their lips. She fluttered her eyes closed and reveled in the sensations that now dominated her. Feeling Sunset's body pressed to hers from one knee all the way to her lips, Pinkie tried not to give into her urge to take things a lot further.

Finally, after nuzzling and smooching for a lot longer than she ever expected to want to nuzzle and smooch someone (before she fell for Pinkie), Sunset parted their lips with a sigh. "You didn't try again?"

"Did you want me to? I can totally do that if you—" Pinkie spoke the last three words with Sunset's finger pressed to her lips. In a fit of rebellion, she opened her mouth and sucked on the offending digit.

Crooking her finger so Pinkie could continue, Sunset tried to press her chest forward just a little more—she knew how much Pinkie loved that. "I accidentally barged in on Twilight and Marble doing—well, they were certainly doing something."

Pinkie Pie's eyes widened. "Mrfflmrrf marf?"

Pulling her finger from Pinkie's mouth, Sunset booped her on the nose with it. "In English?"

"Having sex?" Pinkie asked.

"I told them to put a coat hanger on their door handle if they don't want anyone to interrupt their—I'm not going to tell you, so don't try anything." As she spoke, Sunset watched Pinkie's eyes light up with curiosity and determination. When Pinkie's hand squirmed between her shirt and waistband, Sunset was able to deflect her mental trapping again, but Pinkie's other hand slipped up Sunset's shirt and squeezed her breast.

Pinkie watched and felt as Sunset's focus broke at the caress, and she pulled her lover into her mind like a anglerfish traps its prey. "Gotcha."

Sunset found herself lounging on a puffy pink couch in a big room. She knew better than to bother questioning any of it—in this realm (Pinkie's mind) it was all real. Waiting, Sunset imagined herself a drink of orange juice and started sipping at it.

"Sorry I'm late, I just had to work out what I was going to say." Pinkie Pie was more than a little self-conscious, thanks in part to the topic at hoof. Literally at hoof since she was currently a pink pony version of herself. She was also just three inches tall compared to Sunset.

Reaching her hand out, Sunset held still while Pinkie trotted carefully up the limb and to Sunset's shoulder. "Go on, jump right in." Sunset wasn't disappointed by Pinkie as the tiny pony did a perfect swan-dive into her cleavage.

The squirming and wiggling always had Sunset giggling within only a few moments of Pinkie burrowing between her breasts, but Sunset knew that this is what Pinkie did whenever she had something heavy to say that she wasn't sure how Sunset would react. Sunset was flattered that her breasts were her girlfriend's happy place, and wouldn't deny that she'd learned to appreciate the closeness the odd situation afforded them. "What's up?"

"I'm a total fraud!"

"You're not enamored of my breasts?" Leaning back, Sunset was barely able to see Pinkie's tail sticking out of her cleavage. She reached a finger up and tickled the fuzzball of hair.

Pinkie Pie's laughter was always spirited when she was sunk in Sunset Shimmer's cleavage, and now was no exception. "No," she said, squirming and twisting so it was her head sticking out instead of her tail. Butting her head against the giant finger, Pinkie let the warmth and the softness of her current residence settle around her. "I know what a pony is because I've been one. Several times. Actually, a lot of times."

For Sunset, getting shocked at a revelation by Pinkie was old hat. She now tried to roll with the Pinkie Pie blows, taking in the knowledge as both law and lore. "That makes two of us."

"No, it's—It's my turn to swap and live in Equestria for a bit, and I'll miss you."

"Pretend for a second I can't read your mind," Sunset said.

"Oh, right! Well, you know how Twilight—pony Twilight, err, Princess pony Twilight—went home through the portal and it closed?" Pinkie kept nuzzling the finger above her, though thanks to the magic of fantasy she was still able to keep talking.

Sunset kept rubbing one of Pinkie's ears in particular and loved how she tilted her head into it. "The portal that takes significant magic to open. Yeah."

"Well… I may have worked out a way to open it, and I went there to have a look around." Pinkie squirmed and wiggled down so that only the top of her head and her snout were poking out from between Sunset's breasts. "And I may have talked to the other me. She's really nice!"

When Pinkie was quiet for some time, Sunset decided she needed to help her girlfriend relax even more—she rolled her shoulders.

Pinkie Pie, already feeling as cozy as a pink breast-obsessed pony could be, was in mammary heaven. "We've been trading places every few weeks since. I'd go to Equestria and work in her job as a baker, and she'd come here. We'd spend a day exchanging notes and she went to class and wrote everything down for me, but it was super-duper fun. But there's a problem."

"It's time to swap." Having to dig her finger into her cleavage a little to find Pinkie, Sunset didn't have to work hard to make her guess. It wasn't urgent, and Pinkie was worried. "The question, Pinkie, is if you need to go there to take over for her while she's here?"

Pinkie Pie poked her pink pony nose out of Sunset's cleavage and looked up at her curiously. "You mean we both stay here?"

"We've got an extra room. It might be a little weird, but I'm fairly sure Pinkie—both of you—are old enough to be able to deal with this in a mature fashion. How do you normally let each other know when to swap and stuff?" Sunset was back to rubbing Pinkie's ear and delighting in the simple pleasure of making someone happy.

Turning her head to the side, Pinkie Pie nuzzled at Sunset's breast while her ear got rubbed—she had no intention of replying for a little while. "I'll go and tell her."

"Wait, wha—" Sunset felt the fantasy collapse and she was back in her body with a pink hand up her shirt. "Wait!"

Pinkie was aware only that Sunset had managed to snag her wrist before she could make her escape. "What?"

"Let's both go. I haven't seen Equestria in a while, and neither of us are infected with that brain thing Twilight's studying." Lifting Pinkie's hand up, Sunset kissed each of the fingers one at a time.

There was another tremble in Sunset's power, but this time she didn't resist being pulled deep into Pinkie's mind. She was once more relaxed on the couch, but while there was a little fuzzy pony still in her cleavage, there was a lot more of them around her. "Pinkie—Pinkies—whatever you have planned, you don't have to—"

It was far too late. All the little Pinkie Pie ponies charged at Sunset and jumped onto her. Evading flailing limbs, the first of the tiny ponies reached Sunset's top and dove in.

The flailing turned to laughter as Sunset's bra was invaded by over a dozen little fuzzy ponies. Somehow, her top seemed to accommodate not just the swarm of Pinkies but also Sunset's growing breasts. They almost always grew in Pinkie's fantasies, and just being in Pinkie's reality meant they were larger to start with.

Author's Notes:

Applejack : Do you realize you are the only one in your group without relationship?

"Yeah. It's kinda hard ta miss. I've had a few guys show interest, but I wanted to focus on graduatin', ya know? And now I need to focus on college. Ah'm not gonna lie, I'm probably not the smartest cookie on the plate, so Ah need to pay more attention in class and work harder." Applejack let out one small sigh. "Almost makes me want to get that brain-thingy Rainbow got. She don't seem ta have any problems with classes now—not that she did before, but she weren't A-plus material, ya know? Now? Now she can recite all the species of apple without so much as blinkin'."

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