The Green Bottle

Daring Do smiled at the nice mare as she reached into the bag and slowly pulled out the green bottle. On the front it showed a beautiful, not to mention naked, mare on it, posing as she glowed. She rolled her eyes, having seen plenty of products like this, and having used far too many on herself in the past. At least, more than she was proud to admit.

She popped it open, her eyes watering as a strong, pungent smell erupted from the contents. The mare merely chimed in that it was merely a case of ‘the worse it smells, the better it works’, not that Daring believed her. Still, she was already committed to accepting the small piece of hospitality and tipped it up.

It tasted rancid, like rotten eggs mixed with spinach and mushrooms. Worse than that was the texture though, as it trudged down her throat. While it had glistened in the bottle, Daring wondered if this was actually a liquid as she forced the thick sludge down her throat. Overall, she was never going to take it again, even if it turned back time.

The mare in the room licked her lips, knowing that Daring wasn’t far off. Sure, it didn’t restore the years, but the body didn’t know that, and she watched as Daring’s large chest rose, and then stayed. Her nipples were rock hard and perky, just like the attendant’s.

Still, she had other work to do, and bowed to Daring. The adventurer waved her away, holding her head as it felt like a drill was piercing through it. She bet it was due to the rotten nature of the vial, but the town’s ‘god’ had designed it like this for a reason. The sharp pain made sure the mare didn’t immediately notice other effects of the vial.

Daring, still feeling the aftershocks of the bottle, stepped out into the main area. Around her, ponies of all genders, ages, and types stood around, discussing, playing, and, for some, fondling each other. She blinked at the sight, before a slight blush came to her cheeks, and her loins felt like they were already being prodded.

Of course, being given the libido and sensitivity of her teenage self would do things like that.

Glancing around again, she could see some of the stallions taking note of her. Their hands glided to swollen, large cocks, much better than the ones Daring was used to. As their hands glided along the thick members, she felt a bit of drool pool in her mouth, ready to coat the delicious looking sausages.

She forced herself to turn away, putting a hand on the wall as her other one squeezed against her now very firm, perky breast. She ran a hand over her face, unaware of the lack of wrinkles, or scars on it. She was as fresh faces as she had began.

The hand on her breast gave it another, loving squeeze, forcing a moan out of her as her nethers wettened themselves. She wanted something more than her own hand, and her mind screamed at her for it. She gripped her head, breathing in deeply. She was here to stop whores, not act like a whore herself, and she wasn’t going to do it out here.

She was here to relax, and that’s what she was going to do.

Inventory: Perky Double D’s, Youthful Appearance, Rope, Hook, Knife, camping gear, a change of clothes, basic lock picking tools, underwear, and uninjured wings.

A)Steam Room

B)Mud Bath

Author's Note

Shorter chapter just for a bit of transformation