Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Spitfire looked sideways, at the stallion that was laying several potion bottles, phials, syringes and pill containers.

"So," Spitfire said, joining her front hooves together, as the hunchbacked vendor smirked "They told me that your potions can exchange performances, have no side effects and are completely undetectable by anti doping tests?"

The vendor nodded.

"Oh, yes, my potions can't be found via urine, blood, hair and magic tests, and I have a wide variety of options. Just tell me which one do you wish and I'll give you one."

Spitfire scratched her chin with her right hoof, thinking about the drug she and her team could be in need the most, until she thought at the most basic one.

"Do you have something to increase muscular mass?" Spitfire asked "We're getting a little bit too flaccid due to near-constant lack of exercise, and we'd like to be at top shape without much work."

The vendor nodded, looked on the table, then held up a potion bottle full of greenish-white fizzy liquid with his left hoof.

"This is the thing just right for ya," he said "it's supposed to bring your muscles to the state they have before hitting physical maturity, thusly making them grow faster and stronger with less effort."

Spitfire mumbled, as she looked at the fizzy liquid. It was an interesting potion. Sure, the vendor was begin a little shady in his behaviour, but, after all, Spitfire was the one that had called him from the underground black market in the first place.

"Do you have something that can be injector, or a pill?" Spitfire asked "The potions we used before have always been quite shitty and easy to get used to."

The vendor nodded, as he put down the potion bottle.

"Oh, I have this something thing as injectable steroid and oral pill, even in vaginal and anal suppositories, if you feel daring enough." the vendor said, polling out a small packet, a syringe full of the same liquid, and two suppositories, one longer and more slender and open rounder.

Spitfire chuckled.

"Well, I might take the vaginal suppositories versions for me and the other female team members, but I'd rather have a bulk stock of injectables."

"How much?"

"I think that fifty should suffice," Spitfire said. the vendor snickered for apparently no reason, as he took two cardboard boxes with his hooves and threw them just behind Spitfire. She opened one of the boxes, revealing them to be brim full of syringe full of the liquid sen in the potion, but a little darker in colour.

"Can I test it now?" Spitfire asked. The vendor nodded, which in turn made Spitfire take one of the syringes with her right hoof, pull away the cap on the needle with her teeth and then jab herself on her left shoulder.

Spitfire hissed at the slightly burning sensation in the entrance hole, as she pressed the piston, making the liquid get in her bloodstream. Spitfire felt a strong burning sensation, now spreading to her entire hoof but, ignoring it, she pulled the needle out and threw it away.

"Is it supposed to burn when injected in vein?" Spitfire asked, as she felt a tickling sensation all over her, as well as a sense of pressure coming from nowhere "And to make me feel ticklish?"

"Well, yes, it's supposed to do that,"the vendor said with a chuckle. Spitfire tilted her head, not realizing that her wings and legs had shortened, and that her muzzle was at a lower level compared to the vendor's.

"What?" she said, her voice slightly squeaking, as she then realized she had gotten a little shorter than the table "Hey! I'm shrinking!"

The vendor snickered, as he hopped on the other isde of the table, tackling Spitfire, who had been reduced to a two years-old filly by now, and quickly grabbed the wallet Spitfire had hidden in her mane when she was bigger.

"See ya later, fucker!" The vendor said, as he rushed out with the wallet cackling, as Spitfire started to angrily babble and shriek like the half-a-year old foal she was now.