Author's Note

Features: Switching bodies and sex, admiration of male bodies, male on female sex, fellatio, something of a story

Softer Than Diamond

The doors to Twilight’s laboratory flew open with a thundering boom, as the three fillies (who it should be pointed out were old enough to legally have sex despite being called fillies) crashed into the room in a pile of rubber magically disguised as flesh, scooter, and cart.

“Girls!” Twilight said in alarm. “I know the castle can handle your antics, and I know you’re all rubber so you don’t have to worry about injuries, but this is still a laboratory. I could have been doing something delicate.”

“Sorry, Twilight,” the cutie mark crusaders said in unison as they stood up and dusted themselves off.

Twilight scowled at them skeptically, before sighing and relaxing her expression. “Alright, apology accepted. So what can I do for you?”

The three fillies shrugged slightly awkwardly. “I’unno,” Scootaloo said. “We were just wondering what you were up to. You’re always doing something cool.”

Twilight smiled abashedly at that, when Sweetie Belle stepped forward to look closer at a headless and limbless rubber torso of a voluptuous mare, a metal collar with wires going out from it attached to its neck. “Ooh, what’s that?”

“That’s what I’m working on right now. I’m trying to make a new body for Trixie since her original one is… well, dead, sort of. I had to transform it after it passed away, and I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with Trixie herself, because she doesn’t seem to be able to use the bodies I make from scratch.”

Twilight waved to a side table, where a blue brain was floating around.

“Wait, y’all can make new bodies from scratch?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Sure,” Twilight said. “I’ve done backups for all of us, in case something really bad was to happen.”

She was about to show them to where she was storing their identical copies of their rubber bodies, when Apple Bloom interrupted her again. “Can y’all make colt bodies!?”

Twilight almost recoiled a little. “Well of course, but… for who?”

“US!” the three fillies shouted excitedly.

Twilight considered them for a few seconds, and then cautiously said, “sure, but why do you want them? Are you… unhappy the way you are?”

“Of course not!” Scootaloo said, excitedly. “But who wouldn’t wanna give being a colt a shot?”

“Ah…” Twilight said, and nodded. The more she thought about it, the better that question became. Who wouldn’t wanna give it a shot?

Several ponies looked at the cutie mark crusaders as they excitedly pushed a large crate on top of their cart with gleeful, excited smiles on their faces, giggling with anticipation all the time.

Across the town, over the hill, and through the apple orchards they went, before arriving at their clubhouse, away from prying eyes. Their own personal hideout, on private property, shielded by countless apple trees in a maze of an orchard. No one would ever see what they were up to here.

“Alright girls! Push!” Sweetie Belle said as they wheeled the box up towards the ramp leading up to the clubhouse.

The three girls grunted and groaned, taking deep yet utterly meaningless breaths.

Finally, after several minutes of pushing and grunting, the crate was inside the house, and tipped over, spilling out the inanimate, handsome young colts into a pile.

They were dressed in simple boxer shorts and non-descript T-shirts. They had asked Twilight about that, and she said she simply felt it was appropriate for them to start out with a bland look.

It was okay though, since they had swung by Carousel Boutique and grabbed what they could, which was also lying in a pile in and around the crate.

The three girls ran up to their respective colt version of their bodies, and propped them up against the wall.

They had colors and body types that matched their own, Sweetie Belle’s being a slim and handsome looking colt with a slightly feminine appearance.

Apple Bloom’s looked, except for the changes in color, a lot like a smaller version of her brother, a larger, muscled specimen with a longer mane.

Scootaloo’s looked like a mix between the two, a lean athlete that managed to look slightly underfed in a handsome way.

“I’m awesome!” Scootaloo shouted.

“Oh! I’m so pretty!” Sweetie Belle said, her eyes sparkling.

“Look at me!” Apple Bloom said.

“I wanna go first! Help me get my brain into it!” Scootaloo said, taking a scalpel and opening the rubber skull of her colt body.

A few minutes later, three colts were standing in the clubhouse, with their normal bodies spread out indignantly on the floor.

Sweetie Belle was traipsing around on the top of her, now his, hooves, admiring herself, now himself.

“Mmmm, ah feel manly,” Apple Bloom said, flexing his muscles.

“Aw yeah. I… am… hawt,” Scootaloo said, running his hands down his lean chest and towards his crotch.

“Wait!” Sweetie Belle said, taking Scootaloo’s hands and locking his sparkling eyes with his. “Not yet. We need to savor this.”

Their voices were just different enough that others who weren’t in the know wouldn’t recognise them as themselves, but to each other, they were clearly recognizable.

“Mm, ah agree,” Apple Bloom said. “Let’s put on some nice duds.”

“No way!” Scootaloo protested. “I wanna try out my… you know, my thing.”

Sweetie Belle leaned forward. “Scootaloo, if I let you half-flank this, I’d never forgive myself.”

Scootaloo looked down at them, noting the difference in bulk. “You can’t stop me,” he said, smarming, and pulling his hands away from Sweetie’s.

That’s as far as he got before a muscular chest pressed itself against his back, as Apple Bloom snaked his larger arms around Scootaloo’s shoulders. “But Ah can,” he said, grinning.

“Hey! Let me go!” Scootaloo said, squirming in Bloom’s grip, which resulted in him rubbing his now somewhat more slender buttocks against Bloom’s bulge.

“Hey now,” he said, in a slightly more baritone voice. “Let’s not get too hasty.”

“Don’t worry, I got it!” Sweetie Belle said, and grabbed the scalpel, quickly severing Scootaloo’s stretched arms.

“Hey!” Scootaloo said, stumbling as he pushed himself away from Apple Bloom. “No fair!”

“Sweetie Belle is right,” Apple Bloom insisted. “We need ta do this proper-like.”

Scootaloo looked down longingly at her growing bulge, before slumping. “Fine. What should we do then?”

“Let’s play a game!” Sweetie Belle suggested. “Like our sisters and their friends do. You know, where they pretend to get angry at each other before kissing.”

“Ah think that’s real,” Apple Bloom noted.

“Or like when they pretend to not know each other and pick each up at the bar,” Sweetie Belle continued. “Or when they pretend to be captured by changelings and used as food.”

“How do you know all that?” Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie Belle realized what he was saying, and put his hands over his mouth. “Oh… uhm, Rarity writes notes and scores about all their games in a little book in her bedside table. Don’t tell anyone!”

“Okay that… actually sounds fun,” Scootaloo admitted. “Should we put on some duds?”

“Yeah! I have the perfect outfit for Apple Bloom,” Sweetie Belle said, and put up a folding screen by the crate of clothes, before tossing up a pair of battered jeans on top of it. “Put this on, Bloom. And take off that shirt that came with the body.”

“Alright then,” Apple Bloom said, and switched places with Sweetie Belle to start changing to the recognizable sound of folding cloth and zippers.

“I think we should come up with new names,” Scootaloo suggested. “It feels weird to call you guys by your girl names.”

“That’s a good idea,” Sweetie Belle said, as he hauled a full body mirror out from a closet.

“Ah’m finished,” Apple Bloom said, and stepped out from behind the screen, making Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle’s jaws drop.

He was every filly’s wet dream, a muscular colt with perfect skin whose pants struggled to contain his form. His mane was long and lustrous, but just unkempt enough to look wild, rather than feminine, and his large eyes and welcoming expression combined with his strong jaw made him look both politely innocent and like a potent protector, and lover.

Apple Bloom also carried herself in a much more coltish way than most fillies, which did her many favors now, striding in a natural-seeming way over to the mirror.

“Oh, wow,” he said dreamily, admiring his own reflection, which took away somewhat from the dreamy image, but the others let that slide. “Ah look so… strong.”

“You look like a colt version of Big Mac,” Scootaloo said.

“Eyup.”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle giggled together, before Sweetie Belle jumped up. “Oh right! Names. What do we call this colt?”

“Uhm… Mmm… Muscle… Big… Big Muscle?” Scootaloo suggested.

“Wow, full score,” Sweetie said, giving Scootaloo a disappointed look.

“Well what have you got then?” Scootaloo countered.

“Oh, uhm… B… B-Big Rod?”

“And I’m the one obsessed with colts’ stuff?” she said, equally disappointed, before turning back to Bloom. “You’re an Apple, you could be a handsome family member coming to visit.”

Bloom scowled at Scootaloo. “Ya know we don’t actually have sex within family, don’t ya?”

“You totally do now that you’re rubber, but no, I mean a distant relative. Married into the family and… adopted.”

“Well, okay,” Bloom said and nodded, placated.

Sweetie Belle looked around for inspiration. “Apple… Zest, Apple… Tree, Apple… Mush.”

“Apple Mass!” Scootaloo said triumphantly.

“That’s it!” Sweetie Belle said. “Apple Mass! That’s you.”

Apple Bloom, now Apple Mass, looked back into the mirror and nodded, satisfied, before turning back to the other two fillies in colts’ bodies, and gave them a confident, welcoming look. “Well howdy, mah name’s Apple Mass, and welcome to Sweet Apple Acres. If you want anything feel free ta ask, Ah’m here for you.”

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo took deep and slightly shuddering breaths, their cheeks absolutely scarlet, before Sweetie piped up. “Scoot next!” she said, and pushed the temporarily armless colt behind the screen.

Moments later, they emerged, with Scootaloo dressed in a pair of extra baggy trousers, an oversized tank top that hung loosely around his chest and kept giving a good view of his lean muscles, and a cap worn front-to-back.

Scootaloo took a look at himself in the mirror, instantly pleased with what he saw.

“Al-riiight!” he said, and jumped into the air, making his tank top swish spiritedly over his chest from a series of street-like dance moves, teasing everyone with a taste for colt in view.

“Ah think somethin’s missin’,” Apple Mass said.

Sweetie Belle looked on critically, before snapping his fingers. “Ah, I got it.”

He stepped up and hooked a finger around a lock of mane underneath the cap, pulling it out and producing the cherry on top- a long, swishing lock of mane over Scoot’s forehead.

Scootaloo glanced into the mirror again. “Nice. Hey, can I get my arms back now?”

“No, we just made it even harder for you to keep your hands off yourself, so not yet.”

“Oh come on, I’ll be good.”

“Distract yourself by thinking up a name while I change,” Sweetie Belle said, and slipped in behind the screen.

The next few minutes were spent by Apple Mass, and the newly nicknamed Skaterude, waiting impatiently as Sweetie Belle rummaged through outfit after outfit without showing himself.

“Are you done yet?” Skaterude said, bored.

“No!” Sweetie insisted, tossing another discarded option up on the screen.

Skaterude and Apple Mass distracted themselves by trying to act seductively around each other, Apple Mass hopping up and grabbing the beams in the ceiling, doing pull ups which made the landscape of his muscled body shift and ripple.

“Alright, finished,” Sweetie Belle said, and emerged from behind the screen.

He was clothed in an outfit, if only barely.

From his legs up, his petite, boyish form was wearing a pair of nylon thigh high socks, with a garter belt connecting it to a pair of very feminine panties, mostly visible underneath a very tight, and absolutely miniscule pair of latex hotpants. His upper body was partially covered by a sort of tunic, so thin it barely existed, and so wide it wouldn’t stay on both shoulders at the same time, and also so short it completely exposed his midriff. To top it off was a black choker, and black nylon evening gloves.

“Well?” he asked.

Skaterude and Apple Mass exchanged a very meaningful yet confused look.

“It’s… certainly something,” Apple Mass offered, diplomatically.

“It makes the filly version of yourself look more manly than Prince Shining Armor!” Skaterude blurted out.

“You don’t like it?” Sweetie Belle asked, and sat down on the floor in a W-position, trying in vain to squish his non-existent breasts together and looking up at his friends with a look that just begged to be comforted by a big and strong colt.

“It’s… kinda hot?” Skaterude tentatively admitted.

“It’s too much,” Apple Mass said, shaking his head. “It’s hot, but too much. You’re too much of a filly to be a colt.”

“I was just embracing being handsome,” Sweetie Belle protested, as he stood up. “Colts can look good in stylish clothes too.”

“Eyup, but it don’t work to just dress in colt versions of fillies’ lingerie,” Apple Mass said, and gently dragged Sweetie Belle behind the screen. “Now, let me show you how it’s done. Unlike you two fillies, Ah have a brother.”

A few moments later, Sweetie Belle emerged again, with Apple Mass in tow, this time in a suit and tie, with his jacket thrown over his shoulder, and giving Skaterude a sultry look over a rose he held in his other hand, as he confidently strode over to the mirror.

Skaterude blushed fiercely. Sweetie Belle looked like the perfect gentlecolt; exaggerated, but in a way that worked, much like how their rubber sisters and friends were exageratedly sexy in ways that worked.

“Well, good day to you, young sir,” Sweetie Belle said to Skaterude, whose breath caught in his throat. He had forgotten he was in a colt’s body now, because Sweetie Belle’s look made him wish he was a filly again, right now.

“Mah stars, we all look incredible,” Apple Mass said, and looked back and forth between her friends. “Now we just need one more name.”

“Prince Charming,” Sweetie Belle said.

Skaterude shook his head. “No, you can’t be a prince unless we get to be princes too.”

Sweetie Belle pouted. “Unlike you, I can act like one.”

“Girls,” Apple Mass interrupted, before catching himself. “I mean, boys, let’s not fight. How about Charming Rose?”

“Hmm… Rose Charmer?” Sweetie Belle suggested.

“Alright, that sounds good,” Skaterude said.

The three colts giggled and looked at each other admiringly, before Rose Charmer shifted nervously.

“So… do you boys wanna…?”

The three boys blushed, before Apple Mass gasped, and looked at the others wide wide, excited eyes.

“Girls- boys! Ah have an idea!”

Diamond Tiara was walking down the sandy road of one of Ponyville’s parks. Silver Spoon was out of town, and while Diamond Tiara would never admit it, she missed the sense of confidence that Silver Spoon’s company brought.

She had compensated with a stylish new halter top and a beautiful new skirt, a new purse, and brand new thigh high socks.

The day was beautiful, the sun was shining brightly, and her weekly allowance was weighing comfortingly in her purse, begging to be spent.

She strutted confidently towards Ponyville’s markets, a self-satisfied look on her face, and her nose already turned up, ready to look down it at anyone around her at a moment’s notice.

That’s when she saw something that demanded her attention. On a bench sat that annoyingly cheerful Apple Bloom, the lame blank flank with her annoyingly cheerful blank flank friends, who refused to realize how lame they were, and how much better she, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but especially Diamond Tiara, were.

Diamond Tiara looked around. Apple Bloom’s posse was nowhere to be found. That was good. On the other hand, Silver Spoon wasn’t around to back up Diamond Tiara either. That was bad, even though she totally didn’t need anyone’s help. Then again, Apple Bloom was dressed in a shirt and dungarees, while Diamond Tiara looked absolutely gorgeous. That was good.

The odds were clearly in her favor, so Diamond Tiara smiled to herself, and went on the offensive.

“So… have your friends broken up with you?” she asked, making Apple Bloom look up in surprise.

Apple Bloom however, was secretly pleased.

“N-no,” she said, just slightly meek, and shook her head. “They uh… they were busy.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Diamond Tiara said, in overdone, mock sympathy. “Probably doing something that blank flanks aren’t invited to.”

“But… but they don’t have no cutie marks neither,” Apple Bloom protested, his rubber stomach tingling from excitement. This was just going too well.

“Oh that’s right,” Diamond Tiara said. “None of you have cutie marks. Oh well, at least that means you’ll have company. Oh wait, no, you clearly don’t.”

In a nearby bush, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, or rather, Rose Charmer, smirked at each other. Diamond Tiara was so predictable.

Rose Charmer stood up, a paper cup with a sorbet and a spoon sticking out of it in his hands, and walked over towards Apple Bloom.

“We’ll get our cutie marks some day, Diamond Tiara,” Apple Bloom said, defiantly.

“Hah, sure you will,” Diamond Tiara said, when suddenly she felt someone gently tap her on the shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

“Wha-” Diamond Tiara turned around, and was immediately silenced by the sight.

Handsomeness incarnate.

A world-tier attractive colt stood in front of her, giving her a kind, but also confident smile. His stylish clothes, his confident stance, and the sparkles in eyes, were enough to make Diamond’s knees tremble.

After a moment, she remembered that she needed to exhale in order to speak. “H-h-hellllloo?”

“Good afternoon,” the handsome colt said, and his gentle smile grew slightly apologetic. “May I trouble you to make way? I have a rendezvous with the young lady you’re speaking with.”

So cultured, so worldly. Diamond Tiara almost swooned on the spot, and gently took a step to the side to let him… wait, what!?

She turned around to see him sitting down next to Apple Bloom, who blushed and shot him a shy smile.

“I apologize, but they only had one left,” he said, and offered her the sorbet.

“No, no, y’all have it,” Apple Bloom said.

“I would not feel confident having any while you do not. Perhaps we should share?”

“Sure, that sounds good to me,” Apple Bloom said, and immediately put a spoonful of sorbet in her mouth, when she noticed that there was only one spoon.

“Oh, I’m sorry, here,” she said, and scooped up another piece of sorbet, and offered it to the handsome colt.

“Why, thank you,” he said, and sensually took the offered spoon into his mouth, locked eyes with Apple Bloom, and waited for the sorbet to melt inside his mouth while she still held the spoon.

“B...buh?” Diamond Tiara sputtered at the sight.

Apple Bloom removed the spoon, and said, “Oh, Diamond Tiara, this here is Rose Charmer. He’s mah boyfriend.”

Rose Charmer smiled at her again. “Charmed. Are you a friend of the lovely Apple Bloom?”

Diamond Tiara’s mind was racing, in different directions. How could that farm girl simpleton manage to snag that exemplar or style and looks?

“Yy… yeah, uhm, we… we’re in the same class,” she said.

“A friend of Apple Bloom’s is a friend of mine,” said Rose Charmer, and smiled encouragingly at Diamond Tiara.

“We should get going,” Apple Bloom said, and stood up with Rose Charmer. “It was nice meeting you, Diamond Tiara.”

“My lady’s wish is my command,” Rose Charmer said, slightly teasingly, and winked at Diamond Tiara, before the two of them started walking away.

Diamond Tiara followed them with her gaze, her jaw falling as Apple Bloom pulled a spoon full of sorbet away from Rose Charmer’s mouth, put it in her own, and kissed him.

The three friends peered out from behind the bush to see Diamond Tiara storm off, giggling to each other.

“There she goes,” Scootaloo said. “Look at her, she’s so angry. Guys?”

She looked around to see that Apple Bloom and Rose Charmer had gotten distracted, and were continuing to share their sorbet with their mouths.

“Guys, pay attention!”

“Oh, right,” they said, and groped around for their binoculars.

“Everything is going to plan. Who’s next?”

“Y’all and me,” Apple Bloom said. “Let’s get mah colt body.”

Diamond Tiara exited the store, a new, silvery armband on her wrist.

It was one of the most expensive things in the store, and she focused on how happy that made her, that she could afford that while others could not, because whenever she didn’t focus on that, the image of that beautiful young stallion and that dullard farmer girl together just filled her with disgust.

She walked by that collection of houses, behind of which formed what had been a neglected collection of backyards, until some ponies had built a “skate park” there, which was really just a collection of debris with some wooden ramps propped up against them.

“Hey, check this out!” she heard that scooter-riding idiot yell.

Diamond Tiara stopped, and looked in at the park to see Scootaloo zooming recklessly fast towards a ramp aimed straight up into the air, and launch herself high enough to peek over the roofs, before starting to fall down again, a look of calm confidence on her face.

“Be careful, Scootaloo,” Diamond Tiara heard a male voice cry out.

“What?” Scootaloo asked, the voice waking her up from her trance, and causing her to lose control of her movement, which led to her hitting the ramp again at an angle.

The scooter rolled off in another direction, and Scootaloo tumbled down the ramp in what would most likely have been very painful for anyone who wasn’t a rubber doll.

It certainly looked painful to Diamond Tiara, who put her hand over her mouth, and gasped.

Her horror expanded when she saw what happened next.

A wet dream came running in from around the corner. The pinnacle of masculine beauty. A colt who should have looked comically oversized, but managed to look only handsome.

The right parts of his jeans struggled to contain his bulk. Same with his white T-shirt, which was almost stretched taut over his masculine chest, and his forearms looked like they could lift a mountain.

He quickly bent down and effortlessly picked up Scootaloo in his arms, who looked up at him with starry eyes.

“Are y’all okay?” he asked. “Y’all have to be more careful.”

“I’m okay, I’m- oh!” Scootaloo said, and fake-winced, touching her leg gingerly.

“Come on, Ah’ll carry you home.”

“Oh… you’re such a gentlecolt,” Scootaloo said, before the two of them locked eyes, and shared a long look, before they slowly bent their heads towards each other, and kissed.

He slowly walked with Scootaloo in her arms, both of them with their eyes closed, and locked in a slow, sensual kiss.

Diamond Tiara didn’t move for several moments. She was still processing what she was seeing, when enough of her suddenly jolted awake enough to realize that they were heading towards her.

She huffed, and darted out of sight, her bag of shopping goods swishing behind her.

Scootaloo and Apple Mass froze, and carefully opened one eye each to see that she was really gone, before breaking the kiss and laughing together.

“That was perfect,” Scootaloo said.

“Eyup. Diamond Tiara storming off was fun too,” Apple Mass said.

“Huh? That’s what I… oh,” she said, before she wrapped her arms around Apple Mass’ neck, and kissed him again.

Scootaloo’s friends had helped her brain into her colt body, and she had adopted the persona of Skaterude, an awesome, daring, handsome young colt.

He didn’t have any skating equipment though, as he walked down the streets of Ponyville, getting some appreciative glances from both genders as he did. The only real skating equipment he had was his scooter, and it would be weird to pretend to be someone else with that.

He saw Diamond Tiara sitting on a bench near the playground, empty except for her in the slowly setting sun, slumped over and her mane hiding her eyes.

This was going so well. It was just so satisfying to mess with her. She thought it was all genuine.

Then again it was. Scootaloo, and her male persona for that matter, did have two lovers, who could now pick which gender they were. Diamond Tiara just wasn’t to know that the colts were just them in disguise.

Skaterude confidently sauntered over and sat down next to her.

“Heya. How’s it going?” he asked, smirking.

“Go away.”

Skaterude’s smile fell away, and he leaned over to look at Diamond Tiara, but she just turned away from him.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

A sense of unease took hold of Skaterude, and he relaxed his confident posture.

“Are you okay?” he asked, uncertainly

“I’m fine,” Diamond Tiara said, dismissively.

Skaterude looked up to see Sweetie Belle peering out from behind a tree, with a mischievous smile.

That smile fell away when she saw her friend shaking his head with a serious expression.

Sweetie Belle looked at the defeated-looking Diamond Tiara with a worried look, then locked eyes with Skaterude.

They had an unspoken conversation that only truly close friends can have, before Sweetie Belle turned, and slipped away.

Skaterude fidgeted with uncertainty. He wasn’t good at this. He was awesome, not good with emotions.

“Hey, uh, look… I don’t wanna… what’s it called…? Intrude, but if, uh, you’re hurt, I feel I should help, or make sure you get help.”

Diamond Tiara said nothing.

“I’m Skaterude,” Scootaloo, in her colt body, offered.

Diamond Tiara looked up and saw Skaterude’s body.

Scootaloo had by now practiced enough with the illusion that Twilight gave them, so that she could hide how tantalizingly sexy rubber dolls were for normal ponies.

Only, Skaterude had forgotten to do so for her colt body.

Diamond Tiara just sat there for several minutes, before looking up into Skaterude’s eyes. “H-hello, I’m… Diamond Tiara.”

“Nice to meet you, Diamond Tiara,” Skaterude lied. Scootaloo had met Diamond Tiara before, and it wasn’t actually very nice this time. In fact, it was a bit worrying.

Then Diamond Tiara’s expression fell. “I guess you’re here to meet your new girlfriend,” she muttered, and looked away.

“What?” Skaterude asked, sounding genuine on account of him wondering if Diamond Tiara had figured out their plan.

“Everyone is suddenly having a boyfriend. Everyone is suddenly sitting around and holding hands, and kissing, and… whatever else they do.”

Skaterude glanced back and forth as he searched for something to say. “And what about you?”

“What about me?” Diamond Tiara asked. “I’m just the cutest, smartest, richest girl in town, and I’m the only one who's lonely.”

“You’re lonely?” Skaterude blurted out.

Diamond Tiara cast him a hurt look. “None of your business!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

After fuming for a moment, she took a few calming breaths. “No, I’m sorry,” she muttered.

Skaterude looked at Diamond Tiara, her skirt, her stylish top, her thigh high socks. She was the rudest, meanest girl Scootaloo had ever met, but she was mostly right.

“No, you’re right,” Skaterude said, and relaxed against the backrest of the bench. “It’s none of my business, and yes… you are really cute, and you look rich too, and all that.”

Diamond Tiara looked up at him, and blushed, smiling shyly.

Skaterude could barely believe that worked, until he remembered what Twilight had said about the illusion. It was something about people not thinking less of you for acting lewd or talking about lewd things. So people did notice how sexy they were, but they didn’t make a big deal of how, for example, Rainbow Dash suddenly looked so very filled out and how her breasts were so much bigger.

Skaterude reasoned that this probably meant that others wouldn’t be turned off by the dolls being forward, and if they against all odds weren’t interested, they’d be comfortable turning the dolls down.

And since Diamond Tiara wasn’t offended by Skaterude’s remark… that should mean that she wants to have sex with Skaterude!

He was a little conflicted, as this was Diamond Tiara, but then again, she was clearly saddened by what they had done today, and Tiara was a cute girl.

“Hey, I’m not staying in town for long but… if you’re okay with just doing it today, I’d be up for it. You know, if it helps.”

Diamond Tiara blinked, but also blushed slightly. “Do what?”

Instinct and social barriers around sex were largely suspended for Diamond Tiara when around Skaterude, but Scootaloo herself, or himself as the case may be, still had some left. A lot of them had been lifted around her friends, but around Diamond Tiara…

He squirmed a little in his seat, but reminding himself that he was protected by a fake identity, and an illusion, and was such a perfect-looking colt, he decided to jump into the deep end.

“Wanna have sex?” he asked, surprising himself with how steady his voice was.

Diamond Tiara blushed and smiled as she looked away. “I don’t know,” she said, uncertainly.

Skaterude breathed out in relief. The illusion really worked. He really could talk openly and frankly about these things with normal ponies.

He suddenly felt more adventurous in his new body, and doubled down, taking off his tank top and leaving his lean, muscled chest bare. “What about now?”

She looked up at him again, and fought down a wide grin. “Well, okay. Thanks.”

“Cool,” Skaterude said, and stood up. “Where? When? Here and now?”

Diamond Tiara also stood up, “Oh uhm, let me think. I… we could go to my house, there’s a place in our garden.”

Skaterude raised an eyebrow. “Garden? Cool.”

They both stood there for a moment, Diamond Tiara bouncing a little on her hooves. “So… should we?”

“Have sex?” Skaterude asked, enjoying being a tantalizing piece of young male candy. “I hope so.”

“I’ve… never done this before.”

“Me neither,” Skaterude shrugged. “Lead on.”

Diamond Tiara led Skaterude through a Ponyville bathed in the late afternoon sun. Skaterude searched desperately for something to say, when Tiara spoke first.

“I’ve never seen you around town before,” she noted.

“Oh, I’m just visiting,” Skaterude said, trying to improvise. “I’m… going to Canterlot and… I stepped off the train to get something to eat, and… I’m heading on the next train in the evening.”

A surprised Skaterude congratulated himself. It was perfect, it gave them a soft timeline, and set up soft boundaries against a long-term relationship. He was gonna have a one-afternoon-stand with Diamond Tiara and then move on.

“Oh,” Diamond Tiara said, clearly trying not to sound disappointed, as they reached the large garden surrounding the huge house Diamond Tiara lived in.

That tone made Skaterude retract his congratulations. “Uhm… well, you know, Canterlot isn’t far away. I can swing back again, if you want to.”

Diamond Tiara looked back at Skaterude with a scornful look, until he realized it was her default expression, before she smiled and blushed. “Well, we’ll see.”

Skaterude was about to walk up towards the house when Diamond Tiara pulled him to the side. “This way.”

The grounds were deserted, and hosted beautiful and intricately cared-for hedges and flowerbeds, a small peach orchard, a miniature hedge-maze, and, far inside, a gazebo, complete with a door and windows.

Diamond Tiara pulled Skaterude into the place by his hand, and shut the door behind them.

It was a comfortable place, with a cupboard above head height for a small storage of teacups and pots, a small table, and some chairs.

“Pull that ring down on the sofa,” Tiara ordered.

Normally, Scootaloo would’ve been annoyed by Diamond Tiara’s tone, but as Skaterude she, or rather he, found it bearable, especially since he was confident he was going to have a one time sex affair with her.

It turned out that pulling that ring made the couch unfold into a whole bed. It wasn’t a big one, but since they weren’t planning on keeping any distance from each other, it was okay.

Skaterude turned towards Diamond Tiara and searched for words for a moment.

“So… we’re just gonna do this… because we’re sexy people?”

Diamond Tiara’s breath hitched, and she seemed to struggle for a moment, as social inhibitions such as potential shame tried to make itself known, but only for a very short moment before the illusion surrounding Skaterude completely disabled that.

“Yeah. Why not?”

Skaterude nodded. “No reason, just checking,” he said, and stepped forward, taking Diamond Tiara’s cheeks in his hands, and leaning forward for a kiss.

This was it. Skaterude was going to have sex, as a colt. He was originally a mostly straight filly, who as a rubber doll found it perfectly fulfilling to have sex with her girlfriends, and now she was a colt about to have sex with another filly.

Funny how Scootaloo had yet to fulfill her two primary dreams, which was having sex with a colt as a filly, and perhaps even more potent- having sex with a colt as a colt.

But Sweetie Belle was right, the wait made it all the sweeter.

Diamond Tiara leaned against Skaterude, her soft form pressing against the landscape of his muscles, as they gently rubbed their tongues against each others’.

They pulled away slightly, and Skaterude gently turned Diamond around with one arm, as he lifted his sleeveless top off with the other one, and held her back against his front gently.

He was slightly taller than she was, and she smiled as she felt his strong, protective arms embrace her, gently rubbing her soft belly. Diamond put her hand on Skaterude’s cheek and angled his muzzle towards hers, softly kissing him.

She undid her skirt, and pulled her top over her head, interrupting their kissing, then stepped away from Skterude, showing off her body in just her underwear.

Scootaloo, in her Skaterude persona, was ecstatic. This was so exciting, on so many levels. She was finally a colt, and a sexy one. She was going to have sex with Diamond Tiara without her knowing it was actually Scootaloo- any time the rich filly would mock her, Scootaloo could just imagine her gasping in pleasure from being bucked by her. Add to it all that Diamond Tiara was a really cute filly. Scootaloo wanted her, she was eager to stick her new cock inside her.

“Your turn,” Diamond Tiara said.

Skaterude looked down on the growing bulge of his pants, and smirked.

“Sure, but I don’t have any underwear,” he said, and stepped out of his baggy pants, completely undressing himself except for the cap on his head.

He was a perfect specimen. His lean body still showed a potent musculature of somepony who was very active, and yet not very indulgent in meals, it spoke of an adventurous and capable youth, a worldly inner-city survivor who could navigate the urban jungles and look good doing it.

He was also remarkably clean. No hint of dirt or blemishes, including on his proudly standing cock.

Diamond Tiara almost balked, overcome with a desire she had never felt before.

In her many fantasies she’d had over her years, giving blowjobs had been among them, but she had always braced herself for the possibility that real colts and stallions’ cocks would not seem so appealing. Skaterude’s cock was big, mighty, clean, and handsome.

Her confident smirk had fallen away, and with a fascinated expression, she stepped forward, and gently wrapped her fingers around the meaty body part.

Skaterude moaned very slightly, and led them over to the bed, where they sat down next to each other.

Diamond still hadn’t taken her eyes off the large cock, and again put one hand on it, and another on the large, perfectly shaped balls underneath.

Skaterude’s breathing sped up slightly, as he let Diamond Tiara explore his body.

“Does this feel good?” Diamond asked in a fascinated voice without looking up on the colt, as she gently stroked the cock and fondled the balls.

“Mm-hmm,” he moaned, and put his arm around Diamond Tiara while nuzzling her mane.

Still almost entranced, Diamond Tiara gently lowered her head, and carefully took the tip of the cock into her mouth.

“Haah!” Skaterude said, and leaned his head back. Scootaloo hadn’t realized that Diamond Tiara would be a giver, but maybe it was just because she looked so very handsome as Skaterude.

“Mmm…” Diamond Tiara moaned, as she took more of the cock into her mouth, making Skaterude’s breath hitch with pleasure from reverberations of Diamond’s throat.

A rational part of Diamond begged her to get a concern of hers over with, so it could switch off entirely and join the rest of her brain in excitement and bliss.

She raised her head slightly, enough to take the cock out of her mouth.

“It’s… so big. I… can’t fit it in my mouth but… have you ever, ehm… what about the throat?”

Skaterude didn’t have a problem with choking on large dildos inserted into hís throat. He did occasionally cough and sputter when he had sucked them too vigorously in his real body as Scootaloo, but that was part of the fun, being a rubber doll.

As a doll though, he was the perfect playmate in bed, and so every sexual activity was magically enabled and made extra smooth and risk free.

“It’s okay,” he said, and placed his hand on Diamond Tiara’s mane, gently urging her back down over his cock. “Just swallow as you lower your head.”

“Mmkhay,” she said around the length, and did as instructed.

Diamond Tiara was amazed by the ease of which it happened. Skaterude’s strong member somehow accommodated itself to her throat with shocking ease, and she lowered herself further, making it almost poke her in her stomach.

And it felt wonderful. Her loins were on fire from the excitement, her body shook with eagerness, and Skaterude’s cock scratched an itch she didn’t know she had, deep in her throat.

“Oh, Celestia,” Skaterude said, and leaned his head back, panting.

Diamond Tiara bobbed up and down several times, before finally coming up for air. Skaterude’s cock came out of her mouth with a wet popping sound, and she gasped for air as she shared a stunned look with Skaterude, as they shared their shock at how good this could be.

“A…again?” Diamond Tiara asked.

“Y-yeah, but I’m… I’m really close,” Skaterude said. “Longer this time. Take… take a deep breath.”

“Okay,” she said. The stuck-up, snooty brat had retired for now. In her place was a filly who was finding herself deeply fascinated with pleasing ponies in bed.

She took a few deep breaths and descended again. Skaterude gasped as Diamond Tiara took his cock in her mouth, took the tip to the back of her mouth, and swallowed to make way for the mighty length to once again wonderfully swab her throat.

She bobbed her head a few times, and Skaterude’s body was quivering with pent-up energy. He carefully grabbed her head and jerkily clenched his buttocks and thighs together, making him hop a little in-place. They couldn’t quite make eye contact, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Skaterude only used small movements from tensing his lower body, but it still bobbed his loins up and down, desperate to have his cock massaged by Diamond Tiara’s soft throat, the sight of which bulging cast a large amount of fuel on hir burning desires.

Diamond Tiara, meanwhile, was practically in shock, in a good way. She was the richest, smartest, prettiest, most sophisticated, and simply the best filly in Ponyville. She didn’t realize that she was also the best at giving blowjobs, and had the best throat for bucking.

Secrets were exciting, and just how Scootaloo was shivering with excitement at having sex with Diamond Tiara without her ever finding out it was Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara was shivering with excitement from realizing that her secret could be that she was the best giver of blowjobs in town, and she liked it.

She tried to vocalize her pleasure and growing excitement, but Skaterude’s cock was all the way down her throat, so she only managed the occasional “glug.”

Suddenly, Skaterude tensed up, and she realized what was going on. He gently placed his hands on her head and held her to the hilt, so she had his juicy thigh against her muzzle. And it was a welcome action. She wanted him to climax deep inside her.

She could just feel it, the squirts shooting into her belly. One, two, three, four, five squirts, with some after-pulses following.

She closed her eyes, happy. She had a few moments before the lack of air became uncomfortable, and she relished at Skaterude’s pleased gasps, as his body relaxed, satisfied.

When his body was practically limp, he put a slightly shaky hand on her chin, and coaxed her to lift herself from him.

She kept her lips tight around his length, leaving only a sheen of saliva on it. As it popped out of her throat and then mouth, she took a deep breath through her nose, and swallowed it.

Diamond was always worried that it would feel dirty somehow, that traces of bodily filth would make itself known and disgust her, but at least this urban-looking youth kept remarkably clean.

They looked into each others’ eyes, and Diamond Tiara was still stunned from excitement about what she was learning about herself.

“That… was amazing,” Skaterude said, between heavy breaths.

As Diamond Tiara was searching for words, Skaterude pulled her towards him into a hug, and fell down onto his back on the bed with her.

“Are… are you, ehm…?”

Skaterude was quick on the uptake, and nodded confidently. “Oh yeah, I just need a moment. I’m not leaving you unsatisfied,” he said, and he deftly undid the clasp of Diamond Tiara’s bra.

She was surprised at how good at that he was at that, and before long, Diamond Tiara’s back was completely undressed, as she was resting against her new boytoy, his cock resting between his legs, but still the same size, she noticed.

She stood up and removed the bra completely, revealing her modestly sized but perfectly shaped breasts. Skaterude, already being undressed, except for his hat, just put his hand behind his head and enjoyed the show.

Diamond Tiara finally noticed a cool sensation from a small stain on her panties, which she didn’t know what colts thought of, but Skaterude seemed to enjoy the show quite a lot, as his cock was slowly raising itself again as he scooted back and put his hand behind his head, resting against a pillow.

Blushing and smiling at the same time, Diamond Tiara stepped out of her panties, revealing her cute little mound to the colt who was equally as naked in front of her.

He held out his arms invitingly, and Diamond Tiara slowly descended on him, lying herself against his chest and kissing him spiritedly, and knocking his cap from his head, making his long mane flow freely.

She felt his cock poke her in her groin, and eagerly looked forward to having it inside her. She had previously felt a little bit apprehensive about the thought of having somepony else’s anatomy inside her, worried she’d feel dirty, and like he’d smell strange, but Skaterude didn’t provoke any of those concerns in her. In fact, he struck her as a remarkably… agreeable specimen, when it came to his body. It didn’t worry her in the slightest. He looked and smelled and tasted so good and clean, even as his cock had been in her mouth.

“Mm, I’m ready,” she said, as she pulled away.

And oh my, something about him made her feel mature and confident. She figured that by now she’d be trying not to stammer, wondering what was correct to do next, but around Skaterude, she felt so safe and comfortable.

Skaterude shifted slightly, and encouraged Diamond Tiara to sit up, which gave his cock room to stand up fully. He grabbed it, and angled it towards Diamond Tiara, who raised herself up, and placed her opening against it.

She tried to not show her nervousness. This was it, the risky part. She wasn’t completely unpracticed, having used a dildo to get the painful first time over with, which she was grateful for, but she hadn’t practiced so much that she could casually slide something this large into her with such expert precision that she didn’t have to worry about it being painful.

So it was with some nervousness that she let Skaterude take the initiative, and put his hands on her hips, guiding her down on top of him.

Skaterude, or rather Scootaloo, didn’t always pay close attention to, or even always understand, the instructions that Twilight gave her and her friends when instructing them about their rubber bodies, but one thing she had understood was that not only could rubber ponies use their sex organs quite recklessly if they wished without fear of pain, but the effect extended to non-rubber ponies. As Scootaloo, she could ram a flesh and blood stallion’s cock inside her quite carelessly without hurting herself or him, and the same was true for when the genders were reversed, or when the genders were the same.

Still, Skaterude made a show of gentleness as he lowered Diamond Tiara’s cute little pussy over his large cock.

This took the breath away from the bratty girl. She looked down at their coupling, frozen.

Diamond Tiara was stunned. Skaterude had slipped inside her, he was inside her right now. Not only was the sensation absolute heaven, but he had done it so confidently, and so easily, so… perfectly. She tried keeping her breathing under control as she placed a hand on her lower belly, enraptured by the whole experience of having him inside her, toying around with rapidly flashing, partially formed fantasies that came enveloping the handsome colt, having the source of his pleasures and happiness inside her body.

Warm, strong hands crept up along her side, one of them towards her breasts.

A part of her wondered what her mother would say if she found out about this, or even worse, walked in on them right now.

Diamond Tiara shivered from the excitement. Not only was Skaterude making her feel wonderful bodily, he was taking her on an adventure, right in her own backyard.

She glanced around quickly, there was just a small amount of orange light left in the sky, but it was enough to show them clearly to anyone who walked up to the glassed-in gazebo. They hadn’t even pulled the curtains.

Not that anyone would notice them, Diamond Tiara knew the routines of everyone in the house better than they did, but they could.

Yes indeed, what would her mother say?

Horrified things. It would be such a nightmare.

Was this worth it?

Oh yes.

Skaterude’s hands crept up and down the side of her belly, and over her breast. Diamond Tiara’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know her breasts could feel this good!

A part of Diamond Tiara’s mind, deep inside her, smiled, and made a note that she had just awakened a new source of pleasure, and that at this rate, the memories of this alone would ensure that Diamond Tiara developed practically a fetish for her own breasts.

Skaterude fondled it spiritedly, and Diamond Tiara joined in, steadying herself against Skaterude’s lean chest with one hand and using the other to massage her other breast.

Skaterude didn’t say anything, but the point was clear, this moment was for Diamond Tiara. It was her turn to dive deep into sexual ecstacy.

She threw her head back, and moaned, long and deep.

Scootaloo, or Skaterude as she was at the moment, smiled to himself. He would never forget this view. Diamond Tiara, who had berated Scootaloo and her friends so many times, being fucked, by her (him), not knowing it was actually her, and tossing her head and moaning in sexual bliss.

He did the same thing as before, bouncing his lower body slightly, to make Diamond Tiara bounce on top of him slightly in turn.

She let out a small gasp, and as Skaterude settled into a repeated pattern, bouncing her up and down on him, massaging the inside of her body, which pressed into him from all directions, she let out a long, high whine.

He looked up at her face, her eyes shut tightly and contorted just slightly from the intensity of the pleasure.

Not that he was a stranger to that view. As Scootaloo she had put the same one on many times, and seen it on her friends, as they explored their capabilities as living, rubber sex toys.

It wasn’t necessarily superior, but there was a novel aspect to triggering this response as a colt, with his cock.

Pleasing mares with his big, handsome cock… it was… it was awesome.

He sped up slightly, and Diamond Tiara’s whine increased to something of a scream.

Almost laughing from the danger, he reached up and pulled her towards him.

She stopped shouting, and looked at him with pleading eyes to continue, gyrating her hips and starting to whine again.

Skaterude pressed his mouth against hers, muffling her screams as they once again started pumping her, only this time rubbing each others’ bodies against each other, rather than bouncing her up and down.

Through some unspoken agreement, they kept the pace moderate for several minutes. Diamond Tiara was overwhelmed with bliss, parts of her mind trying feebly to conjure up images that would turn her on, like the sight of them coupling, or the danger of anyone walking in on them, but it was proving more and more redundant, as she was getting lost in a haze of pleasure.

Skaterude was having quite the time himself. He felt Diamond Tiara whine into his mouth as he gently wrestled with her tongue, and had to use quite some discipline to consciously keep caressing Diamond’s body, having moved on to her back, hips, and butt, feeling the strands of her tail caressing him.

After several minutes, he decided it was time for the final sprint. He moved one hand towards Diamond Tiara’s pussy, and started to gently knead her mound, and her clitoris through it.

Diamond Tiara shut her eyes even closer, and her whining and moaning picked up. She could no longer think. Her brain had shut down everything that wasn’t focused on fucking Skaterude. Not that she was able to conjure up his name at the moment, she could barely even remember her own.

All that mattered was pleasure. Colt. Looked amazing. Cock inside her, pumping. Squeeze it. Kisses, kiss… kiss. Caresses, hands on her, on him. Feel his warmth.

The pressure was growing inside her. Her mind was a haze, a white cloud that focused only on that.

Skaterude sped up his ministrations, and revealed that the white cloud that was Diamond Tiara’s mind was highly flammable when the pressure reached critical levels.

Diamond Tiara didn’t even notice that Skaterude came inside her when she climaxed, nor that he quickly hooked an arm around her head and held her tightly against his face to drown out as much of her scream as possible.

All she knew was pleasure, and more pleasure, and then the pleasure was slowly being replaced by contentedness, as her ability to think returned to her.

She found herself lying against Skaterude’s soft, warm chest, feeling better than could remember ever having.

Some memories gradually came back to her, and she realized that she was naked, sweaty, panting, and still had Skaterude’s cock inside her. She didn’t mind. It belonged there. She wouldn’t mind sleeping like this.

Which reminded her of something.

“Did you really have to go?” she pleaded.

Skaterude, who she realized was also panting, said, in an unsure voice, “Y-yeah, I uh… I do. But… uhm… I… I’d love to come back. I can come back if you want.”

Diamond Tiara nuzzled into Skaterude’s chest. “Yeah, I want that,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Mmm.”

“... Yeah.”

“Mmmm…”

“Yeah, uh… Diamond Tiara?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m… still inside you.”

“Yeah…”

“I… have to… get out of you… now.”

“Mmm, alright,” she muttered, and tiredly dragged herself up a little, gasping slightly as he slid out of her.

He gently lifted her off from him, leaving her lounging partially on her side, dressed only in thigh high socks.

He quickly retrieved his pants and almost jumped into them. “Okay, I uh… I’ll be back then?”

“Yeah,” she said, and looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

He took a half-step towards the door, when he stopped, and looked at her again.

“I had, uhm… you were… it… this was great,” he offered.

“Yeah,” she said softly.

“Right… I’ll be back before you know it,” he said, as he slipped out of the door, his tank top and hat in his hands.

“... Yeah,” she said, and nuzzled into a pillow.

Skaterude jogged through the darkening garden unseen, and slipped out through the wrought iron gate, his head full of questions and unprocessed information. He hadn’t expected this to be so… magical.

He was almost in the town proper when he realized that he wasn’t actually Skaterude, and wasn’t actually hurrying to the train station on the other side.

Scootaloo shook her male body’s head, shaking away her Skaterude persona.

“Scoots!” a voice hissed loudly at him from his side.

She turned around to see her friends, in their colt bodies, hurrying up to her.

“Guys!” she said, and paused.

“We watched the whole thang,” Apple Bloom said, not knowing if she was supposed to sound amazed or excited. “It was…”

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle said. “It… it was…”

“It really was,” Scootaloo agreed.

“Yeah…”

“Should we’all… get back to the clubhouse?” Apple Bloom suggested.

“Yeah… lets.”

By the time they made it back to the house where their original bodies, original except for having transformed into rubber that is, waited for them.

“Girls,” Scootaloo said, stepping into her panties and clasping her bra around her chest. “Uhm… maybe we should… rethink a little… you know, with Diamond Tiara.”

“Yeah,” a naked Apple Bloom who was recovering her clothes said. “Remember what Twilight said? If we all’re all irresistible-like if we want… maybe we could become friends with her?”

“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle, who was still in her colt body, waiting to switch with the help of her friends, said.

“Cause that all looked ‘amazin’. Ah knew trying out colts' bodies' all sexy-like was a good idea.”

“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle said. “So uh… some help here?”

This seemed to snap the girls out of something, and Scootaloo and Apple Bloom looked at each other, then to the petite boy-candy standing in front of them. Another round of double take, and Scootaloo loosened her bra again, before they advanced towards him.

“Oh,” Sweetie Belle said sheepishly, her male body’s loins tingling, and she smiled.

More Authors' notes: Took a while, but I finally managed to get a chapter out. I've never written male-on-male erotica before, and while I was initially planning on this being that, it didn't turn out that way. Would people be interested? Share a comment.