A Lesson Learned
 
It wasn’t often that I went out like this, beyond the regular reaches of the Everfree. Past the castle, and down a steep slope, this section of the woods was almost divided from itself. Chaotic magic was more rampant in this area, amounting to more unusual sights being seen, as well as the very woods themselves warping when you’re not looking. It was the perfect place for a pony like me. This sect was heavily uncharted, with the ruins being the only iconic markers, and the battlegrounds of where the Princesses duked it out with Discord some two millennia ago.
 
While I would’ve been comfortable sticking back to areas that I’d already checked, covering beneath the stars in a familiar clearing or two within the parts of the Everfree I did explore, I needed something new… something different and exciting. Initially, when I first came to Ponyville around Hearts and Hooves day, I’d taken the time during the chilly winter to get acquainted with new locale; a farcry from Canterlot, I would at least be able to live more comfortable in the quaint little town. Thereafter, when I’d settled, I’d found myself occasional odd-jobs that I did with decent efficiency. Days off were spent familiarizing myself with the nearby lands and woods, and doing a bit of personal studying of the Everfree in part of the occasional request by Princess Twilight Sparkle being accepted. She had one hell of an archive, that was for sure.
 
When Summer rolled around, warm and comfortable as it was, I worked less, and explored more. I sated my wanderlust, and I spent a good portion of the summer months camping in Whitetail Wood, and giving cursory, and cautious explorations in the Everfree. Eventually, I went further and further, exploring the castle, finding Froggy Bottom Bogg, and getting a bit of my life scared out of me when a zebra by the name of Zecora surprised me. The forest itself, was teeming with life, from the standard, annoying insects, to various avian life that I enjoyed hearing the birdsongs of.
 
That was months ago, and with Winter around the corner, the days becoming shorter and colder, the leaves adopting the proper flavor of autumn, I made the most of the time I had left in exploring.
 
Placing a hand against moss-covered cobblestone, torch in my left hand, and my right hand free, I meandered about the ruins of one of many forts that dotted this end of the forest. These were a constant in this occasional-changing woods, thankfully, and they served as land markers and good places to make camp. I followed the short tunnel that this place had, an two-floor basement that had what looked like a pantry, now filled with rotted wood and having a particularly uncomfortable odor, I’d found the floor below to be far more interesting. Through a few short turns, past what appeared to be individual bedrooms, down a flight of slippery cobble, I’d found myself in a library.
 
Tomes of past and books that mostly had no record in the present lined the shelves. Some had rotted away; pages were unintelligible, the paper crumbled at the slightest touch, but some were preserved with care. Auras of magic were about them, and such preservation would be beneficial to the likes of Princess Twilight who would be able to catalog, and store such books within her own archive. Then of course, they would round back to Canterlot. A finder’s fee certainly would have its merit in a case such as this.
 
Plucking one of the many books from the shelves, I felt the aura of magic about it and cracked open the pages. Preserved as it was, dust immediately flew out and made me both drop my torch, having it roll away, and the book, the dust gave me a major fit of sneezing, followed by coughing. As the dust settled, sniffling as I felt a bit… off, I leaned down to pick up the book I’d so dropped.
 
I heard a snap then. I blinked, feeling my breasts start to steadily grow and gather weight to them as I counter-acted the growing weight with leaning back. It was then I felt another small snap, coming from my behind. I blinked again seeing what was a plume of a pinkish cloud flow off from my now growing breasts. With a twist of my head, me behind sported the very same cloud coming from it.
 
I took several steps back, watching as my breasts grew larger and larger, forcing me to groan as my once B-cups exceeded their size and went to a straight DD. My butt, similarly, felt… thicker, larger. This was certainly going to be difficult to explain when I got back into Ponyville, and equally odd to ask for some sort of reversal spell. Whatever had just happened to me thankfully did not tear my clothes entirely, but it did make my… assets larger, enough to draw stares from stallions once I got back.
 
“Was this… how the hell could a spell last for well over a millennia?” I asked to no one in particular. I groused, hefting my breasts with my hands. As I let them go, my eyes widened as the inertia lurched me forward. This definitely was going to be awkward to explain when I got back.
 

 
I’m not exactly good at first person stories. I didn’t make an attempt at making it highly detailed, but otherwise, enjoy.

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