“You’re lucky nobody really noticed Pip. With all the ponies out you’d think they’d say something about you’re.... how you are now.”

Rumble, Pipsqueak and Scootaloo were trotting along the trail together to Zecora's place in the woods... well, two of them were trotting; Scootaloo was sitting atop Rumbles back and very much enjoying herself.

“Celestia I love riding you like this,” she bit her hoof. The way she was positioned, his backbone pressed hard against her crotch. Every step he took rolled his body into her pussy and really worked Scootaloo up. She was sufficiently aroused ;her clit was poking out and Scootaloo was softly grinding herself against his spine.

“Trot faster! Mush!” Scootaloo kicked her hind legs together at Rumbles sides. Rumble swiveled his head and rolled his eyes at her.

“Any faster and I’ll leave Pip behind. Pip’s practically running as it is.”

“I’m fine,” Pip chimed from behind, enjoying the view of Rumbles backside from this new, smaller angle. “Also I don’t think it’s luck nopony noticed, Rumble. Scootaloo was flying around behind you and anypony who stands next to you looks tiny. If I had been walking next to Scootaloo though, I’m quite sure somepony would have noticed.

“Good point,” Rumble nodded and agree. His winds flared open. “Hey! I can see Zecora's hut!”

“Really!?” Pipsqueak ran over and charged between Rumbles legs (enjoying the sensation of Rumbles slick, hefty privates running down the top of his body) up ahead the trail between the poison joke patch. Pip reached the crest of the small hill that looked down the trail. There it was. Big wooden building carved into a tree. Soft yellow light was spilling from the blinds and smoke billowed from a small chimney.

“We made it lads!” Pipsqueak danced on her dainty little hooves. “And she’s home!”

Rumble picked up his pace and met Pip in a few easy strides.

“Great! Now lets’ go an-”

“AH! AHHH!” Scootaloo shouted and her wings snapped open, suddenly grasping Rumbles neck and biting into his dark grey mane. She ground her hips against his back and whipped her long tail around in a brief frenzy, cracking the air with a few strong lashes.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her wings closed tightly against her sides. “Whew! That felt gooood,” she hopped off of Rumble, leaving a dark wet patch of sweet smelling juices right at the end of his back where his tail began. Small trails of fluid spider-webbed down his light grey coat and soaked into the fur.

“Celestia! Scoot I thought you were gonna fly off me,” complained Rumble, wiping the damp spot with his hoof and sniffing it. “You are definitely scrubbing that spot when we get home.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point Scoot!”

“But giving you a bath takes foreverrrr.”

“That’s the deal!”

“What if you clean yourself when we get home and I get you off with my wings and you can just, cum all over me? All over my face. Wings. Everywhere.”

Rumble bit his lip.

“Do I have to clean you up afterwards?”

“Yes,” Scootaloo. “But I won’t make you use your tongue. I’ll be using my tongue. You use paper towels.”

“Deal.”

They spit in their respective hoofs and clonked them together.

“You guys,” Pipsqueak cleared her throat. “Zecora's?”

“Right!”

Zecora opened the door right before Rumble could knock.

“I heard a loud scream, and was awoken from my dream,” said the zebra with a demure smile, beckoning them inside. The fire beneath the cauldron had evidently been emptied and out for a while. The trio marched inside with a little apprehension. Zecora's home had this effect on ponies.

“Now, to what pleasure do I owe your visit tonight, and to be stirred from sleep with such a fright?”

As quickly as she could, Scootaloo explained the not entirely true story of how Pipsqueak had accidentally been lent a magical sex toy as a funny joke and it had turned him into an irresistibly cute mare that could not prevent them from having a threesome. Zecora sat on her stool looking at the two pegasi very sorely.

“And that’s when we came here,” said Scootaloo, who was practically out of breath from running through that story. “So, can you change him back?”

Zecora let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Little Pip, approach me please."

Pipsqueak trotted over to Zecora. It was like he was a small colt all over again compared to the zebra. She patted his mane, looked inside his mouth, inspected his ears, and played with his stomach, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Changing Pipsqueak back will not succeed,” Zecora said finally.

“What? Why?” the three visitors said in unicorn.

“For new life has taken root, thanks to someponies virile seed,” she said quickly.
Rumble felt his heart sink.
Scootaloo gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Wh-what.”

“All it takes is one swimmer into the womb, for new life to begin it’s bloom,” Zecora continued, not missing a beat. “While this trinket is indeed very strong, to think it foolproof, is very wrong.”

“I’m pregnant?” Pip squeaked.

Rumble fell to his haunches and held his head, mind swimming with the implications of what Zecora was saying. A foal? He couldn’t have a foal already he was barely out of his teens. And it wasn’t even with the mare he loved it was with… no her. Somepony he wasn’t even in love with. Would he have to get married? That wasn’t his plan. He didn’t even have a proper career going yet. It felt like his future was falling apart right in front of his eyes. Scootaloo's small hooves rapped on his back.

Zecora began to giggle softly.

“You may stop now with the sudden blues, for you have fallen for my ruse.”

A tense silence filled the room.

“WHAT!?” Scootaloo's wings snapped open.

“Little Pip is not carrying any foal, my trinket has removed them all.”

“Then why would you SAY THAT!?” Scootaloo practically screamed. “That is- what the- WHY?!”

Zecora furrowed her brow. “I admonished a trinket powerful and private to you, and not one to use on others, Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo grit her teeth and flushed red, not saying anything, but she looked on edge and ready to throttle the zebra.

“Perhaps you will learn a lesson on privacy and discreetness, instead of using gifted trinkets for foolhardy lewdness,” Zecora trotted to the back room and beckoned Pip to the door. The tiny mare trotted over and vanished behind the curtain.

“What a fucking...wow,” Scootaloo was snorting steam. “I can’t believe she pulled that on us. Who does she think she is?”

“I thought you said you bought that from her,” said Rumble quietly. “It was a gift?”
“It… yeah. I explained her how we were and she just gave it to me. Said its one of a kind,” Scootaloo sat down next to Rumble and folded her legs.

A tense silence settled between them.

“Do you know how bad that’d be if it were true?” Rumble continued, rubbing his hooves together. “How completely screwed our life would be? You’re the only pony I want to start a family with.”

“Ugh… I know.” Scootaloo rested her head against his side. “Can’t imagine what life would be like if what she said was true...Celestia…”

Rumble sighed. “In that case, we should stop sharing this weird little toy with our friends…”

“No more sexy parties?” said Scootaloo with a hint of disappointment. “But the girls love it! It’s the best night of the month!”

“Well we shouldn’t be using this magical thing, no matter how effective it is,” Rumble rolled it in his hoof, feeling the heavy weight of the stone object. “And we can still have sexy parties... just not with this thing. I think.”

They sat together in silence for another few moments, holding each other in their hooves and enjoying the relief that comes with the avoidance of critical disaster.

Scootaloo nuzzled against him. “What should we do now?”

Rumble shrugged, kissing her forehead.

“Dunno. They’re taking a while in the back there. I'm sure Zecora's fixing Pipsqueak as we speak.”

“Wanna know what I wanna do?”

Rumble nodded his head.

“I want to flip over that cauldron, lay on top of it, and have you rut me in the middle of the room,” Scootaloo grinned naughtily, caressing his neck with her wing. “What do you think of that?”

Rumble sighed happily and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I love you Scootaloo.”

"I love you Rumble."

Author's Note

AND THEN THEY FUCKED
THE END