Twilight, once she had made sure Spike was not around, made herself a quick dandelion sandwich, and ran outside. She expected the morning sun to greet her, as that was the Weather Ponies task for the day, bu instead, she was greeted by a row of skyscrapers. Naturally this led to her screaming like a lunatic.

“What the hey happened?!” Twilight voiced her concern, as she slowly regained her poise, using the technique Candace thought her.

She noticed how most of the ponies seemed to look at her wrong, as if the buildings were always there. This made her even more on edge, as she flew to Apple Acres, hoping to find Applejack in time and get to the bottom of this bizarre magical occurrence.

On the other part of town, Scootaloo was riding her scooter. It was her usual track, right before she and her friends would get to class. This time however, she was watched by a pair from the rooftops.

“And you say our friend is hidden in that filly?” Radiance asked in her posh manner.

“Yeah I am telling you Rads, that chick is our jumpy pal!” Zapp replied eagerly.

“I’d say you are insane, but you found me in a dragon, so all is fair game.”

“You got the kicks?”

“Right here love. You handle the delivery.” Radiance replied, levitating four pristine white and pink running shoes, perfect for a filly.

“Done in a flash, hehe!” Zapp chuckled, and quickly grabbed the kicks and zoomed into the Scoots room.

“Always the showoff...” Radiance remarked as her comrade flew away, chuckling as she did.

Once the day at school was done, the young orange filly walked into her room, noticing how the window was oddly open.

“I know I did not open it... Oh a present!” the young filly let her superstition slide, as she opened a neatly packed present.

“Oh wow! These look amazing!” Scootaloo cried out, looking over the four boots, one at a time with great intent.

Then she noticed a letter that was under the boots, written in lovely handwriting.

My dear Scootaloo,

It has come to my attention that during your runs, you lack a bit of grip, not to mention style. That is why I, Radiance, with the help by an ever eager Zapp, have fabricated these wonderful white boots made by the finest material, which will surely give you that added sense of speed your heart desires.

See you soon,

Radiance and Zapp

“Hm, aren’t those the Powerponies?” Scoots thought out loud.

It was odd, but her curiosity was still too strong to feel any sense of fear to wear the boots. They seemed well made, and she was just about to go for a drive anyway. Quickly, the snug pairs were on her hooves, and Scootaloo was ready.

“Okay, lets see how faster they make me!” she said and began to pedal. It seemed easier to do so, the rubber grip making her bounce of the ground, and soon enough the young mare gained her usual speed, in half the time.

“Oh wow! These are so cool!” she screamed, running downhill as the boots tightened around her hooves.

A small purple stone formed under the scooter, and quickly the whole contraption, along with Scootaloo was airborne.

“Ah! Help!” the filly screamed, but the only help she got seemed to be from the boots. Like a cat Scootaloo was on her feet, the inertia making her run, as a faint white and pink trail formed as she did.

With unusual ease was her run, and it only seemed to get faster. The wind, the speed, it all made the filly giggle, the white rubber flowing upward, forming and coating her underbelly in white rubber with pink stripes.

“Gotta... go... faster.” Scoots screamed, her body now gaining more mass, as her age increased by the meter. It began to feed a hunger inside her mind, as it too quickened, trying to think as fast as her hooves would carry her.

The suit formed now, running over the now toned mare, her muzzle and head increased in size, her puberty hitting her, giving her a lovely feminine frame. Scoots was running faster now, outside of Ponyville, the whole world going by in a blur, her eyes slowly becoming blue and full of life.

The orange fur began to lose the battle with the speed, a pink taking over, as if the old color was being blown away. A new promiscuous nature began to fester inside the mind, as Scoots felt bubbles entered her mind. Lovely, floating and randomly placed.

As her whole fur was pink, so did the suit cover it. It was tight, and began to stimulate the new adult mare in her most tender region. Scoots tongue stuck out, as she increased the tempo still. But something was a miss, something was slowing the now bullet fast hero down. Her tail, it lacked the required fluff. Her wings also made for terrible breakers. With moans and a giggle, the tail began to puff, the mundane Pegasus tail becoming a spiral pink cloud that made sure the wind was on her side. With a furious magical surge, the wings folded inside the body, making her an earth pony trough and trough. That mattered less and less for Scoots, flying was something that was never hers. Running however, that was a whole new fight, one she was almost finished with.

The wind, that was at this point reaching sonic speeds, began to attack her mane. As Scoots was nearing her climax, so did her mane fluff into a wave of pink. Her mind was filled with more and more information, getting quicker, as her old life was flushed away in the trail of her run.

Filly Second began to laugh, her speed finally that of a heroine. She knew where to run, and in seconds she was there, with Zapp and Radiance waiting. Zapp was bouncing a small lightning in her hands while Radiance admired her perfect ass in six different mirrors, making sure every angle was a marriage killer.

“Hey, guess who is back! Did you miss me? I missed you!” Filly Second began to ramble, jumping around, but still taking a moment to admire the firm ass Radiance possessed, not to mention kiss it.

“Oh darling, I missed you like seldom a soul can be missed.” Radiance replied by kissing Filly firm on the mouth, as Zapp whistled in tease.

“Shall we look for your dear Zapp?”

“I got the lasso right here Rad, the only thing we need to do is find the prison she is in.”

“Well now you got the best search dog in existence!” Second jumped in, and began to run across the now sprawling metropolis Ponyville had become, the buildings seemingly following where Philly had ran her metamorphic run.

Twilight had managed to find the farm, a feat only worthy of admiration when you realize that the whole town had begun to gain a Gothic urban makeover. The farm too had gained a more industrial style to it, more a kin to a factory than a rural workplace.

“Applejack! Something is going on, quick we need to... Applejack?” Twilight screamed, only to stop mid-belcher.

“No kidding.” Applejack replied, as she smiled wickedly. Twilight’s friend was wearing a tight purple suit, with a orange midsection, as her face was made in that of a clown, a wicked evil one at that.

“What in the name of Celestia are you doing AJ?!”

“Oh the usual, robbery, extortion, sexual advances. I am a fan of the latter at this moment. And please, call me Trickster. All my friends do.” AJ smacked Twilight firmly on the ass, chuckling all the way.

The slap made Twilight uneasy, as the name Trickster began to settle, eager to replace Applejack.

But as this change began to fester, trough the window flew in... Zecora?

“This is not the time to have fun, run you fool, run!” she jelled as Twilight snapped out of her trance, as the pair escaped the whole scene.

“Clever trick...” Trickster said with disgust, angry such a high profile target got away.
The pair ran towards the forest, which seemed to be the only thing hanging on to its original state, a kin to a park at this point more than an untamed wilderness it usually is. Once inside the hut did the catch their breath, and Twilight began to look for answers.

“What, how and why Zecora?” Twilight asked, laying on a large chair Zecora had inside her hut.

“Questions that I want answers too, but where to ask and who?” Zecora replied, already making a new potion, to help cleanse Twilight of the magic Applejack or rather Trickster infected her with.

“First you must drink, and do be quick.” Zecora shoved the potion into Twilight, as the fog of the wicked magic faded, and Twilight was back in control of her thoughts to the fullest.

“... Thank you, for the potion and help back there.” Twilight said after a pause.

“It was the least I could do, I am sure you would have done it too. But now we must find the cause of this mess, or change as all the rest.”

“You are right, as usual. Perhaps the old library? That hold tales of all kinds of strong magic.”

“A good place to set our base, after a quick rest we should make haste.” Zecora replied, grabbing her bag, as the pair set of to find a clue to these strange and dangerous occurrences.

Author's Note

More Power Ponies, this time in small packages! Things are heating up, and this story may actually find an ending!