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Rarity looked over to her right. She saw absolutely nothing. No Sweetie Belle... off at Twilight’s library with Spike, of course.
She looked over to her left. She saw absolutely nothing. Not just no Sweetie Belle… no designs to work on, no magazines to pour over for new concepts, no fabrics to sort, and nothing else.
She looked forwards at her finished notebook, magically lifting it up and filing it into the shelf. She threw herself back. She held her head up and let out a happy ‘squee’.
“Oooooooh, Biiiiiig Maaac…”
She rattled down the stairs over to the middle of her boutique. She paused, rubbing a hoof against her head. He said that he was going down to Lyra’s Music Shop and couldn’t stay long, didn’t he? And after chatting with me, that was… She glanced over at the clock. Thirty-eight minutes ago. She made an unlady-like angry grunt.
Rarity went for the side of the room, magically lifting up a tray of cookies. She picked one up with her teeth as she sat down, looking idly at her hooves. She wiggled them in the air for the umpteenth time that day. So, so… marshmellow-like as well as so overly soft, overly smooth. Her white fur had the impecible cleanness that she’d always strived for. I look so prim. So proper.
“And so, so—” She held both hooves right up against her face. “So, boring!”
She grinned, suddenly having a deep, dark thought popping up inside of her. Instead of getting Mac back at my place for my plans, I guess I’ll just bring my plans to him. She panted. Just the natural high of thinking about what she wanted to do got her heart racing. The rippling tingles of naughtiness coursing through her insides made her shiver.
Rarity walked up to the attic, making each step carefully even though nopony else was there to hear. She pulled a curtain out the way of the window, hurling her body to the side and casting the curtain onto the wall in full melodramatic fashion. The moon shone out.
Her eyes lit up, feeling the moon in her eyes, and she grinned even wide. She rubbed her hooves against each other in anticipation. “Oh, yes… Luna’s sparkling orb,” she called out. She reached forwards and lifted up the window, dust scattering everywhere. The bracing night air blasted her. She took a deep breath. “Luna’s magic, give me strength. Give me power. Give me your—” She giggled at the overly grandiose pomposity of the lines she’d been told. “Your naughtiness, Luna, princess of the midnight bedrooms and all that transpires there.”
Rarity gazed down at the tiny dresser beneath the window. She slid the first drawer open, and she magically lifted up the black burlap bag. She unzipped it, starting to pant. Those 'furries'... Celestia bless them. Becoming a 'furry' was the best decision that I ever made.
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the sea of hypodermic needles. She pulled up one of the brown ones, filled with a thick liquid that glowed as she put it under the moonlight. Her breathing sped up into a torrent as she uncapped the end. She looked out into the mirror, seeing both the gloriously huge moon and her reflection, and she lined the pointy tip in front of her right hoof.
She gazed at the pawprint mark on the needle. Oh, Twilight, could I have ever imaged that you’d show up one day at my boutique and take me out on your little adventures, just the two of us? Could I have ever imaged going off to strange towns with hybrid creatures few ponies had seen before? Could I have ever imaged that you’d find all these serums— all these wonderful things that you just needed ‘safekeeping’ for? She shook her head ‘no’ as she turned back to her right hoof. She closed her eyes, and she thrust the needle into herself. Metal met skin.
“OH, DEAR CELESTIA!” Rarity screamed, bucking back on her hind hooves. Thousands upon thousands of tingly sensations bust out from her hoof and coursed throughout her body. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure pummeled her mind, causing her to drool. She blinked, vision already growing hazy.
She felt that wondrous, weird mixture of sensations across her skin. It felt like being wrapped with soaking wet towels followed by sandpaper followed by being licked by countless stallions around every inch of her body. She shivered uncontrollably, knowing that the serum had made it all through her bloodstream.
She felt a huge pulling sensation around her flanks, and she keeled over atop the dresser. She shut her eyes, making deep, low moans. Jitter after jitter of something like electrity went right through her. The transformation went on. She could hardly think— just letting herself experience the powerful yet odd pleasures.
She felt her snout growing longer. She felt her tail coiling closer and becoming so much bushier and thicker. Her fur darkened to a soft gray and spread out, bushy curls going across her body. Her eyes shrunk and slanted while her ears drooped out and grew longer and longer.
She shifted to the side, mind still numb from the fireworks of joy going off. She blinked once again, taking a deep breath. She leaned her head back. She felt so different. She felt stronger. She felt faster. She felt smarter. And, most importantly of all, she felt naughtier.
Rarity gazed at her reflection. She smiled, showing off her new, dagger-like teeth to herself. She shook her bushy head side to side, her mane drooping over her shoulders. She loved her dark brown hair across her soft, dark gray body. The complementing seemed like fashion at its finest. Her pale red eyes just sealed the deal.
Altogether, the reflection seemed like something half-pony and half-wolf. Rarity gazed at herself, almost falling in love. She swooned before letting out a happy sigh.
Rarity eyed the empty needle, magically lifting it into the air above her. She pushed it out the window and watched as it landed on the street’s dumpster below her, making a satisfying ‘clink’. She zipped back up the bag, noticing that she oddly had more antidote than serum and thinking about asking Twilight about that later, and she shut the drawer.
Rarity took in the moon in all its glory. The light seemed to cuddle against her thick, wolf fur. She opened her eyes and mouth wide, and she let out a loud “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
Satisfied, she moved her attention to the set of small treetops besides the window. Yes, time to put that new-Rarity strength and agility to use! She leapt out of the window into the night air.
Rarity ambled over the treetops onto the next door roof, landing atop a chimney. She tossed herself to the right, bouncing admits a batch of branches, and she stood atop the third floor of a set of apartments. “Oh, my goodness,” she muttered, feeling such an adrelinine rush, “I’ll never get tired of this!”
Rarity heard a window opening, and she flipped around. A very young foal, looking younger than Sweetie Belle, stared out at the werepony in the middle of his roof. The foal rubbed his bloodshot eyes, nudging around his messy dark green mane.
“Boo, darling!” Rarity called out.
The foal jumped up, a look of sheer terror going over his face, and she slammed the window shut. Rarity heard a ‘mommy, mommy’ chant coming from inside the apartment. She chuckled, wiggling her fluffy werepony tail in the air. Such a silly little one!
She gazed out at the direction towards Lyra’s Music Shop. Big Mac, here I come! She thrust herself into the night air, going from rooftop to rooftop. Her hooves trampled over drains and kicked her over atop massive umbrellas. The late-night breeze felt so wonderful against her thick fur, almost like dozens of caressing brushes.
Rarity’s heart pounded as she raced, loving every last second of it. Every chimney, weathervane, or anything else in her way became an expert obstacle for her to dodge. All without wings! Not even an earth pony like Applejack had these kind of quick, agile moves. Rarity smiled as she spun over to the side, swung around a flagpole, and leapt onto a tall apple tree.
With Lyra’s Music Shop beneath her, Rarity’s eyes scanned every last brick. She spotted the brightest window, and she shimmied along the branches over closer. She smiled, wiggling her mane against the leaves, as she saw Big Mac leaning up against the window’s edge inside the store. She magically lifted up an apple in front of her. She squinted, taking perfect aim.
*Whack!*
Mac curled around, looking totally puzzled. He glanced all around the sets of bassoons, saxophones, trumpets, and other instruments on the walls. Rarity giggled. She magically lifted up another apple.
*Whack!*
Mac put two and two together, and he braced himself against the window. He fogged it up immediately from his heavy breathing, and he brushed against it. Fogging it up again in a matter of seconds, he reached out and pulled the window open.
“Oooooooh, Biiiiiig Maaac…” Rarity called out, rubbing her body against the branches.
The stallion grunted— an expressionless look on his face. Rarity’s own smile faded, and she blushed a little bit. She stood up taller.
“What is it, darling?” Rarity asked. “Don’t you feel, well, surprised to see me like this? Following you?” Rarity scoffed, wiggling her tail in the air. “I’m a wolfie, my love. I’ve tracked you down and followed your every move like a real wolfie, and now— now— I’m ready to pounce!” She made a girly squeal at the last word.
“It was surprising, Rarity, the first time. Yes, very surprising. And, the second time, it was somewhat jolting but not as surprising. The third time, I suppose it seemed kind of abrupt and odd,” Mac commented, leaning over the open windowsill. “And, now… the fourth time… it’s…”
“But I thought me being here, being like this—” Rarity replied, shifting her hooves around melodramatically, “Isn’t it exotic, darling? Or I guess you just don’t care?”
“Eeeeeeeyup.”
Rarity curled her face, pursing her lips as well. She made a feminine whine as she shimmed forward on the branches. Mac just stared, looking totally bored.
“Do you want me to, ah, come inside?”
“Eeeeeeeyup.”
“Sure thing, my love,” Rarity replied. She hopped over to the right, clutching the fire escape behind Lyra’s shop. She locked eyes with her coltfriend. “By the way, if Lyra doesn’t mind, I wanted to use her place for a 101 story. I’ve already packed for it in your bag.”
Mac groaned.
Rarity smiled from cheek to cheek. Mac’s groans never meant ‘no’. He’d say ‘no’. A groan always meant ‘yes’.
“I’ll see you at the roof.”
“Rawr!” Rarity called out, pulling up her werepony hoof in the air playfully.
Mac rolled his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later…
Rarity curled up beneath the sheets. She giggled to herself as she pulled her phony eyeglasses back up. The bedroom had the perfect storybook feel. She always loved using Lyra’s place.
*Knock! Knock!*
“Oh, why come in, my dear,” Rarity said, putting on an elderly tone of voice. She felt her pajamas shifting around her bushy werepony fur.
“Oh, grandma, I’m so happy to be here. I’ve come such a long, long way. And I’ve brought you this wonderful basket of goodies,” Mac replied in a monotone from behind the door.
“Mac, please,” Rarity said in her normal voice.
Mac creaked the door open a little bit, putting his face into the gap. “I’m. Not. Doing. The. Voice.”
“Mac,” Rarity said, fluttering her eyes seductively.
Mac let out a loud groan. He coughed, and he slowly opened the door. Rarity’s gaze rose from the fluffy red dress around Mac’s shoulders, frilly lace rubbing up along his flanks, to the cutsey red hood curled over his head. She swooned.
“That’sfh, golly gee whilickers!” Mac squeaked in the voice of a lispy young filly. “I’m oh-so glad thath I made it out of those therrible-iggyable forestfs. There was thisf big bad wolfie out to get me. Good I’m safe withsf you.”
“Why don’t you come,” Rarity said in her grandmotherly-voice, “a little bit closer.”
Mac wiggled daintily along the floor over to the bed, his hooves waving about his frilly dress. He tossed his basket over onto the edge of the bed. He leaned himself up on the side, and he put a hoof against his face in mock-surprise.
“Why, grandma, what big hoofshes you haff!” Mac squeaked.
“All the better to hug you with, darling,” Rarity replied, moving a little closer.
“Why, grandma, what big legs you haff!”
Rarity shifted herself even closer, panting. Mac looked like he was having an out of body experience. “All the better to run with, darling.”
“And what big ears you haff, golly gee!”
“All the better to hear you with, my dear,” Rarity replied, wiggling her big ears over at Mac.
“And such big eyes you haff!”
“All the better to see you with, my dear.” She moved over so that there were just inches between them.
“Oh, Grandma!” Mac mock shivered, putting both hooves onto his cheeks as he laid back on the bed. “What big teeffs you haff!”
“All the better to gobble you up! Rawr!”
Rarity pounced upon Mac’s body, pinning him against the edge of the bed. She licked her lips and slobbered her tongue all along Mac’s neck. He pretended to pant, jiggling around his hooves in mock helplessness. Rarity wagged her tail behind her, her bottom hooves’ new claws rubbing into Mac’s legs. She leaned over against Mac’s cheek.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Mac shoved Rarity off of him, shifting up along the bed over to the pillows.
“Darling, I jus—”
“I thought we agreed! No real biting!” Mac yelled, face going an odd combination of red and white. He reached over with a hoof and caressed the bite mark along his shoulder. “All play! Right!”
“I don’t recall agreeing to that,” Rarity replied.
Mac threw his head back, shifting his mane against the wall. He made a weak, soft whine. “Eeeeeeeenope. I guess we didn’t.”
“So,” Rarity said, perching herself upon the bed with her tail wagging once again. “Can the big bad wolfie go back to gobbling her sweet red apple up?” She panted as she opened her mouth up, showing off her massive chompers.
Mac hurled his pillow at her.
The next morning…
“Oh, there you are big bro,” Applejack said, waving a friendly hoof from the breakfast table. “Didn’t see you come in last night.”
The red stallion simply shrugged, making a beeline straight for the coffee.
“Wow,” Applejack said, eyeing the thick, ugly marks along Mac’s neckline. Mac remained still as a statue as the mare hopped away from the table and stood behind him. “What in tarnation happened to you? Walk through somethin’ nasty by accident when comin’ home?”
“Shut up.”
Applejack blanched, not used to such a curt response from her cheerful other brother. “I was ‘jes sayin’. You might want Nurse Redhart to look at that. Or maybe Fluttershy, since she handles critter troubles all the time. Shoot, ya’ll might want to even see, on a count of her spending all this new time in Everfree with Twilight, Rarity—”
“Shut,” Mac growled, “up!”
Applejack scratched her head, sighed, and she went back to her cereal.
The End
