“Yaaaw!” Twilight howled, jumping so high that she nearly hit the ceiling. “Something just pinched me in the cooter!”

“Yo.”

Twilight whirled on her assailant, horn aglow and ready to deliver a fearsome magical beat down, only to freeze in abject horror. “S-Spike?” She asked of he who had so brazenly betrayed her.

Spike did not look guilty for what he’d done, nor apprehensive of whatever repercussions Twilight would have already delivered if he were anyone else. Instead, Spike stood his ground and leveled a horrifically scathing glower of disappointment upon the mare. “That’s pretty fucked up, Twi,” he stated plainly. “Selling off a pony just because she’s a virgin? What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry, but I have to agree with Spike,” Fluttershy whispered as her hooves ran across the drake’s body for emotional support. “Eep, sorry, but I don’t think Zecora has really done anything that bad.”

“Yeah. Besides, you were a virgin not too long ago. And if I recall correctly,” he continued with a mischievous grin, “you’ve done a lot worse before coming to Ponyville, but you didn’t get a collar for any of that.”

“Also, never been big on the idea on slavery as a punishment,” Rainbow interjected. “Don’t get me wrong. This bitch is freaky and I’d like to run her out of town, but enslaving her just, ya know…” She rubbed the back of her neck, uncertain of how to put her feelings into words.

“Diminishes the institution,” Rarity finished.”

“Yeah, that. Ponies choosing to trust another to make their choices for them is something special. And while being a virgin at that age is,” she shuddered, “squicky, I don’t think she deserves being a slave.”

Trixie leveled a contemplative look upon the speedster. “Any chance of getting you to run for office? Trixie would love to put your ideas into policy.”

“Quiet, you,” shot Rarity. “We’re not here to debate the law, just our course of action with this particular garish mare. And in this case, although I’m generally in favor of enslavement of those who’ve proven too irresponsible to make their own choices, I agree with Rainbow Dash. It’s one thing if she asks. I’d even be happy to break her in, but holding her indefinitely is just so frightfully uncouth.”

Twilight smiled flatly as her eyes swiveled about. Most of those assembled seemed to agree that she was in the wrong and were inflicting their wordless rebukes with their eyes. “For the record, those alleged crimes were never substantiated. But more importantly, I’m Princess Molestia’s protégé and fuck toy, so that gives me a bit of leeway. Zecora is an outsider. And maybe slavery is a little on the extreme side, but it does sound more and more like our cultural differences might make us incompatible.”

“Oh my. Mistress is sooo magnanimous and humble,” Trixie said with what few exaggerated motions she could manage while still tied up. “Trixie is so lucky to have a mistress who would just run a mare out of town for minor crimes instead of slapping a collar on her. Gracious, how lucky Trixie is!”

Twilight leveled a flat stare on the bound mare. “Ya done?”

Trixie beamed back and said, “For the moment.”

“Think that’s true?” AB asked quietly. She was standing off to the side of the bickering adults and didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. “Could she really be, like, a virgin?”

Having discretely extricated himself while Fluttershy was distracted, Spike stood by the filly’s side and shrugged. “Could be. I mean, Twilight was technically a virgin before she came to Ponyville. It’s not that weird.” Although it was still pretty weird.

“Yeah, but ya’ll said she always does her studyin’ with a vibrator up there,” AB argued while gesturing at her backside. “So she was doin’ somethin’. It don’t sound like Zecora’s done anythin’.”

“Well, we don’t actually know that,” Spike countered logically. “I mean, maybe she just hasn’t gotten the right opportunity?”

“How so?”

“Well, think about it. If her homeland doesn’t let you even masturbate, and all the ponies she’s met run in terror before they can sneak off behind the bushes, that doesn’t exactly give a lot of chances to hook up.”

“But what about Fluttershy? They’ve apparently been talkin’ some, but Zecora always ran away ‘efore anythin’ could happen.”

Spike pursed his lips. “Honestly, bestiality wouldn’t exactly be my first choice, either. Animals are kind of an acquired taste; literally. Also, like I said, Zebrekastan doesn’t even allow masturbation, so bestiality probably seems way out of her league in comparison.”

AB nodded and gazed warily over at the adults, making sure no one was looking their way. Spike did the same, catching on to what the yellow filly was scheming. They shared a nod and quietly exited the store.

Meanwhile…

“So just to confirm, there was a face in the fire and brimstone?” Twilight clarified.

Pinkie nodded. “Oh yeah. Big, spooky, and horny!”

“She means it had literal horns, like a minotaur or something,” RD clarified.

Twilight tapped her chin in thought. “That could be illusion magic, but we can’t rule out the possibility that she knows demon summoning.”

“So she summons demons to combat what she believes to be an omen of evil?” Rarity asked skeptically.

“It’s all speculation at this point,” Twilight clarified while fervently drawing on a piece of parchment. Circles and arrows were scribbled all along the outer regions of the parchment and surrounding a large Z in the middle. “Right now, I just want to make sure we’ve accurately accounted for all possibilities before we confront her. Only then can we properly form a plan of attack.” She beamed proudly. “Oh if my brother could see me now. Years of being an O&O DM are finally paying off!”

AJ suddenly gasped in alarm. Her head snapped back and forth as her pulse quickened in panic. “Where’s Apple Bloom?”

“And Spike!” Twilight realized.

Fluttershy pointed at the far wall. “The door is open.”

Before another word could be spoken, AJ shot through the door like a bullet. The others followed hot on her tail. Twilight, however, lingered a while and whickered her annoyance. “Fine. Screw the plan. I guess we’ll just have to wing it. Trixie, you stay here in case they come back,” she instructed before finally untying the mare.

Trixie, much to Twilight’s surprise, saluted. “Yes, mistress. Trixie shall wait alone, in this empty bakery, with no supervision, for the off chance that the children, who most likely defied the adults in a fit of youthful rebellion, get cold hooves and return with their tails between their legs.”

Twilight glowered at Trixie, who grinned like the cat who swallowed the canary. Figuring she’d save the lecture for later, she hurried after her friends.

***

Spike and AB had been tailing Zecora ever since she started heading out of town. It was tricky work finding spaces to hind behind. They weren’t sure why they were hiding, since the whole point of this venture was to make contact with the foreign mare. Still, as much as they wanted to prove how adult they were by doing what the actual adults were too nervous to do, they couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about some of the stuff they’d heard. Ultimately, they came to regret their hesitation.

“Sh-she went in,” AB observed as the zebra’s silhouette disappeared into the darkness of the Everfree.

“Yeah. She did.”

“A-Ah guess we should follow her.”

“Probably.” Without needing to be asked, Spike took hold of AB’s hoof. She was shaking, but smiled gratefully at the gesture. Sharing one last nod of solidarity, the two youngsters ventured forth.

The canopy was thick, allowing for only minimal light to breach down to the ground. Squawks, whistles, and the odd rustling of the underbrush provided the perfect creepy ambience for the brave young adventurers. They walked lockstep, hip-to-hip, and were both trying to make themselves look as big and tough as possible to ward off the dangers they kept mentally insisting were only imaginary. Their façade of courage began to wane once the fog rolled in. It wasn’t enough to obscure their vision for too far, but it was exactly the sort of thing that – in a story – always preceded the arrival of something spooky.

“Apple Bloom!”

Startled by the noise and a subsequent girlish yelp, Zecora spun around to see a filly being cradled in the arms of a young dragon. She tilted her head curiously, unaccustomed to seeing dragons providing comfort to ponies as this one seemed to be. More alarming was the sight of six mares running straight for the pair of youngsters. The lead mare, a mean looking earth pony with muscles befitting her tribe’s stereotype, didn’t even bother to watch where she was stepping.

“You ‘n’ Spike don’t take another step!” the orange mare ordered. She and the others quickly gathered around the foals and pulled them into what they ignorantly believed was safety. This required stepping away from Zecora and into a patch of blue flowers.

“Beware. Beware, you pony folk. Those weeds of blue are not a joke!” Zecora warned as she started backing away. Poison joke was notoriously unpredictable, and she didn’t want to be near this bunch of idiots when the effects took hold.

“Y-you keep yer creepy mumbo jumbo to yerself, ya hear,” the orange mare challenged and the others chorused their agreement.

Between the fog and her hood, Zecora’s look of stunned shock could not be seen. Were these ponies really so ignorant of poison joke that they’d blindly stand in a patch of the stuff with naked hooves? Apparently. As such, Zecora reasoned that they’d also be short on any kind of treatment for the plant’s pranks. Even though these ponies had showed her no kindness in all these months, save for the yellow pegasus she recognized, she figured it was her duty as a good neighbor to get home and whip up some antidote as quickly as possible.

“Beware! Beware!” Zecora called out one last time before making her exit. She knew it was already too late, but the courtesy still felt necessary.

“Yeah! B-back at you, Zecora,” RD countered. “You and your lame curse are the ones who better beware!”

“And you,” AJ chided in big sisterly disappointment at AB, instantly making her wilt. “Why couldn’t you jus’ listen to yer big sister?”

AB stammered, trying to find the words to properly answer, but none came.

“Who knows what kinda curse that Zecora coulda put on you.”

“Just like in my song!” Pinkie exclaimed before going off on a musical tangent, bouncing obliviously through the flowers.

“That wasn’t a curse,” Twilight informed irately.

“Not a curse, huh?” RD condescended as she flew low through the flowers, liking the way their petals pelted her body before hovering in Twilight’s face. “Big talk from Ms. Magic Pants, herself.” And she gave Twilight’s horn a teasing flick.

Twilight shuddered and momentarily lost her balance. “Not so rough,” she whined, rubbing at the sensitive spot as Spike held her steady. “And I never said curses weren’t real. I’m just saying I know the difference between a curse and some overly theatric mare telling us to piss off out of – what I presume to be – her garden. Oh, and for the record, curses aren’t even real magic. At best its fake magic, conjured with potions instead of coming from within.”

However, the others weren’t listening, having started leaving somewhere in the middle of her lecture. She whickered her annoyance.

“Doing alright?” Spike asked, looking at her horn in concern.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting somepony to be rough there.”

Spike grinned lasciviously. “Need me to kiss it and make it better?”

Twilight returned the grin, only hers twisted into something more sadistic, wordlessly telling him that he was in trouble. “Maybe, but only after you make it up to me for running off and spoiling my plans.”

Spike hopped up onto Twilight’s back as she made her leave. “Right. The plan,” he repeated incredulously.

“What’s that tone for?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because Shining and I banned you from DMing O&O because your campaigns always got so convoluted that we literally couldn’t tell backwards from left. If I didn’t go with Bloom, you guys would probably have stayed at the bakery for the rest of the day.”

Twilight huffed her dismissal and hurried out of the forest. There was still plenty of daylight left, and with Zecora gone, the town got back to its regular level of function and traffic. Between Trixie and Spike doing most of the chores, she was freed to pull ahead in her studies, made possible by a dual vibrator shoved up her ass and pussy at once. That night, however, while she was cuddling up with Spike, her dreams were haunted by the paranoid ravings of her friends regarding Zecora.

The next morning, Spike was the first to rise and get breakfast started. Trixie roused soon after from the dog-sized sleeping basket Twilight had generously bought for her. “Curses, shmurses,” Twilight muttered groggily as she sat up.

“Something wrong?” Trixie asked as she stretched. The basket was suitably sized and didn’t lack for warmth. However, she couldn’t say that she was delighted with its implicit message: to remind her of her place.

Twilight yawned and walked over to the mirror. “Didn’t sleep too good.” She laughed when she saw the disaster that was her mane. “Hehe. Maybe Zecora cursed my hair?” Still in the habit from her recovery plan following the ursa incident, Twilight grabbed for her brush with her hoof while Trixie went for the downstairs bathroom. Everything was going perfectly normal and peaceable as the purple mare slowly did battle with her morning tangles. Then, once her bangs had been properly tamed and moved aside, she saw it.

“Aaaaah!”

“What is it?” “What’s wrong?” Spike and Trixie called as they ran up the stairs, fearing the worst. They looked around, but saw nothing immediately out of order. Nothing looked stolen and no strangers had broken in. Both turned to Twilight to ask what had happened, but she wasn’t looking at them. She was staring at the mirror, muttering incoherently in distress.

“Uh, Twi?” Spike asked carefully, stepping up to the mare’s side. He’d only ever seen her like this if she forgot a homework assignment, and that was years ago. “What’s the m-mmm!?”

Spike’s sound of alarm was enough to jostle Twilight’s brain back to working order. “My horn! My horn!” she cried out, shaking her head around. Her horn, speckled in blue spots, no longer stood proud and erect as befitting her tribe. It hung limp, and Twilight’s movments caused it to wobble around like a wet noodle.

Spike, ever the faithful one, could only react in one way. “Bwahahahahaha!”

Trixie, once her brain caught up with what she was looking at, bayed uproariously right alongside him.

***

Roughly an hour had passed since Twilight awoke into this nightmare. The library was in utter shambles with books strewn about like a tornado had come through. This state of disorganization only added to Twilight’s growing anxiety as she fought to keep control of herself. She’d started by searching through her available books for anything relevant to her condition. However, her overexcited state transferred poorly through her limp horn. Her magical grip was more flimsy than ever and the slightest twitches of her head caused her horn to flop and send books flying in random directions. It was only thanks to the quick actions of Spike and Trixie that all books were saved from any permanent damage.

“No! No! No! None of these books have a cure!” Twilight exclaimed, ignoring the way Spike and Trixie were snickering quietly as they cleaned her latest mess. “There has to be a real reason for this. An illness? An allergy?” Without thinking, she touched her hoof to her horn. Twilight found that the nerves within her horn seemed mostly undamaged. Unlike yesterday with Rainbow’s painful flick, a careful application of pressure actually felt rather nice. Slow, gentle caresses along sensitive spots were no different than her penis. Beaming at the idea, she increased the level of friction in the hopes of coaxing her horn into a more erect state, but only managed a slight burn.

Once more, Trixie laughed.

“It’s a curse!” Spike exclaimed, holding a green with an odd plant on the cover. The title read ‘Supernaturals’.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Spike, the word ‘supernatural’ refers to old superstitions, like putting milk out to drive away bad spirits, curses, and other things that aren’t real. This book is just a bunch of hooey!” She paused and turned. “Pardon my Prench.”

Trixie blinked. “Uh, why did you look at Trixie when you said that?”

“But seriously, Twilight. You need to look at this,” Spike urged. “I don’t recognize a lot of the words, but this section here talks about blue spots and-”

The treebrary’s front door slammed open and Pinkie stormed in. She looked to be in terrible distress, possibly related to how her tongue was about four times its natural size, hanging out of her mouth, and covered in blue spots. “A curpppbtsss!” she emphatically spat.

“A purse?” Trixie asked, feigning concern and stifling her chortles. “How could it be a purse?”

“Pinkie, what happened?” Twilight asked, showing real concern. “Also, you’re drooling on my floor.”

Pinkie attempted to answer, but her swollen tongue left all of her words unintelligible and resulted in spittle spraying everywhere. Spike pulled out an umbrella that Trixie also ducked behind.

*Crash*

“Ow.”

All turned to face a nearby window.

*Crash*

“Ow!” It was RD. “She’s trying to say-waaah!” Her strangely awkward flying took her off to the side, apparently out of her control. “That Zecora-”

*Crash*

“Hang on! I’ll do it,” Gilda said, before opening the door.

Rainbow shot into the treebrary with even less grace than usual. “She slapped us all with a-” Without seeing where she was going, RD crashed into the one section of the library that wasn’t a disaster zone, dislodging all the books down onto her prone form. The speedster groaned in equal parts pain and embarrassment. “… curse.”

“Her wings are backwards!” Gilda surmised succinctly as she and the rest of the mane 6 entered. “I don’t know who this Zecora dweeb is, but I’m gonna make her pay for messing with my Dashie!”

“A sentiment we all share, darling,” Rarity added as she hurried inside, away from any potential onlookers. Her mane and fur had grown out to ridiculous lengths and clumped together like dreadlock ropes. She attempted to blow a few strands out of her face, but the sight underneath just made the others recoil in fear.

“Ah hate ta say Ah told ya so, Twilight,” AJ began in a comically high pitched voice. “But Ah told ya so!” She stomped her hoof down in a huff, right on top of AB’s butt. AJ had shrunken down to the size of a mouse. She rode atop her little sister, who had somehow grown to be almost as big as Big Mac while retaining her foalish proportions. “It’s a curse, ah tell ya!”

Twilight’s mind was racing a mile a minute. There was so much evidence, all of these symptoms following so soon after their encounter with Zecora. She clung to her preconceptions, her analytical brain insisting that curses weren’t real, but how could she argue. The answer came with the final member of their little club. “B-but Fluttershy looks perfectly fine.”

It was true. Compared to the others, Fluttershy didn’t seem to have anything wrong with her. However, the way butter yellow pegasus attempted to shrink down and avert her gaze made it clear that there was something wrong. Thinking critically, if there wasn’t a problem, then it made little sense for the mare to go out of her way to come to the treebrary and congregate with the rest of them in the first place.

“Fluttershy, are you okay?” Twilight asked, growing increasingly concerned for the meekest of their party. “Is something wrong with you?”

Fluttershy nodded.

“Oh Molestia, how bad is it?”

Fluttershy just pulled further back.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Gilda roared. “Just spit it out alrea-ow.” She rubbed the back of her head where RD had just smacked her. “Uh, sorry,” she chirped meekly.

Tiny AJ jumped onto the reading table in the center of the room to get closer to yellow quiet. “Jus’ tell us what the problem is,” she demanded in her tiny, squeaky voice. “We can’t help unless we know what the problem is.”

Finally, Fluttershy sighed in defeat in and shook her head. She gave her answer, but it wasn’t in her voice. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Instead of her normal, melodious tones, the words that came out were unnaturally deep and even masculine. Worse, there was a low rumble as she spoke, which the others could feel deep in their bones. Her tone sounded slimy, sinister, and yet unsettlingly inviting all at once. This was precisely the voice most foals imagined when first learning to never talk to strangers.

Spike, being the first to overcome his shock, burst out into laughter. Not far behind, Trixie joined him in mirth, clutching at her sides. “This is hilarious,” Spike rejoiced. “Look at all of you! We’ve got Hairity!”

Spike didn’t see it, but the look Rarity gave him through her thick locks would have been enough to make snakes sweat.

“Rainbow Crash.”

Gilda stifled a chuckle, but clamped up when her dom looked her way.

“Spitty Pie.”

Pinkie giggled, appreciative of the mirth in this time of crisis. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to tell any jokes – or properly make out with a pony without drowning them – for the foreseeable future seemed just a little less terrible if she could still bring the smiles, even if they were at her expense.

“Apple Teeny.”

As teeny tiny AJ rolled her eyes in annoyance, AB struggled to keep her hoof over her mouth to keep from laughing.

“Flutter Guy.”

That was the last straw for AB as she slammed bodily onto the floor and began pounding her hoof in a need to expel the giggles as quickly as possible. When she finally thought she’d gotten herself under control and looked up, the sight of Fluttershy’s deadpan glower made her giggles return with a vengeance.

“And, last but not least,” Spike paused for dramatic tension. “Twilight Flopple!”

“Oh ha, ha, ha,” Twilight grumbled back. “This isn’t a joke, Spike. Now start looking for more books so I can find a-”

But Spike cut her off with further peals of laughter. He’d been watching Twilight’s horn flop as she spoke and it was just too much.

“… cure.”

“I think we’ll find a cure to this curse at Zecora’s.” Rainbow, after spending some time dislodging her head from a ladder, attempted to take flight once more. However, she was quickly yanked back to the ground by the griffon.

“Not right now,” Gilda whispered while looking around at the others. “Don’t want ponies seeing you flying all uncool.”

Rainbow made a somewhat constipated face, but nodded her agreement. Still, for the sake of her pride, she dismissed Gilda’s offer to be carried and chose to stand on her own four hooves. Unfortunately, her wings started growing twitchy not a minute after she’d made the mental commitment to stand still.

“Ah agree with Dash,” tiny AJ announced. “We’ll go to Zecora’s, ‘n’ force her ta remove this hex.”

“H-how?” Trixie asked, wheezing between bursts of laughter. She pointed between each of the effected ponies. “You’re the size of a butt plug, you’ll probably trip over yourself if you try to run, you literally can’t fly straight, you’ll just spit on her until she gets annoyed, you couldn’t cast a spell to save your life, and you…” She trailed off, giving the matter a bit more consideration as she regarded Fluttershy. “You might actually convince her.” That caught them all by surprise. “Just talk to her in that super creepy voice until she caves in to your demands.”

“Ah say we hit her in the head with a shovel,” tiny AJ added, leading to the others all voicing their varied opinions and trying to talk over one another.

Now back to standing, AB hung her head low. “This is all mah fault.”

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Spike assured, still grinning from his laughing spree. “It’s not so bad. I mean, they’re all…” He gestured to the other affected mares. “And you’re…” He looked her up and down, playfully bouncing his eyebrows. “… big.”

AB blushed, finally realizing just how much bigger she was than Spike. “Ah am, aren’t I,” she said as if it were some sort of epiphany. She moved her right hoof around in circles, measuring the length of her leg compared to Spike. Everything was still in proportion, so she hadn’t had much trouble walking here, but it was still something else to process the difference in size.

“Oh yeah,” Spike chuckled as he walked between the giant filly’s forelegs.

“Hey. What are you-eep!” AB squeaked, feeling how Spike’s head spines and little claws trailed along her belly.

He was feeling her out, testing how her muscles had changed with her growth spurt. “I like it,” he blurted. “You’re still as soft as before, just bigger.” He let his gaze linger on one particular spot. “Well, at least in most places.”

AB fumed, having a pretty good idea what Spike was referring to. “Hey! Mah teats might not be much now, but jus’ you wait. Ah’m gonna feed babies with those someday!”

“Looking forward to it,” Spike teased. For added amusement, he even ran a hand along the big filly’s underdeveloped nubs. She shuddered. “Of course, there’s another spot I’m curious about.”

With a mischievous grin, AB pulled her back leg up and poked her head down to look Spike in the eye. “Where would that be, Ah wonder?”

Secluding themselves from the bickering adults, Spike and AB retreated to the bathroom and locked the door. There was plenty of room, even with the big filly’s new mass, and the carpeting was sufficient to provide ample cushioning.

“So how we gonna do this?” AB queried. It was a fair question. “Ah’ve never had any experience bein’ the big lover ‘efore.”

Spike stroked his chin and looked AB over. “You could lie down. On your belly or your back should be fine. That way I can reach.”

“But Ah wanna be on top!” AB whined cutely.

“You sure?” Spike asked warily. In principle, he had no qualms with AB topping. It wasn’t like this was their first time. “I mean, your body’s bigger, so doesn’t that mean you’re also…”

“Ah’ll be gentle,” AB said in that way children used while begging to play with something breakable. “Now stop bein’ a pussy ‘n’ let’s get ta fuckin’!”

Spike chuckled, taken in by AB’s endearing enthusiasm. If nothing else, he trusted her to have enough control to stop if he told her to. So he got some towels and rugs and made a comfortable spot in the tub, where they could clean up afterwards. Hygiene was not to be neglected, after all.

“Ah’m thinkin’ cowgirl style,” AB suggested as she watched Spike lay back, his body on full display and ready for use. “Ah wanna see yer face as Ah fuck ya.”

Spike shivered in excitement. “Big talk,” he challenged. “Let’s see you put your ass where your mouth is.”

AB obliged and stepped into the tub. The confined space made things a little tricky for the big filly, but she managed to line everything up. Briefly she considered starting off with a bit of foreplay, but she was too eager to experiment with Spike at this new size. She lowered herself down, the head of his pink prick kissing her vaginal lips. She moaned. “Hehe. Spike. Yer so… tiny.”

“Not funny.”

AB’s giggling begged to differ. “It’s a little funny,” she countered while sinking further and further down. Before she’d even realized it, their thighs pressed together and he’d already hilted inside her. “Oh wow. That was quick.”

Spike scowled up at the big filly. He wanted to tell her to knock it off, but reasoned that she’d just counter by calling him a little bitch for dishing it out back in the main room but being unable to take it, himself. Also, he wasn’t really that mad. More annoyed than anything. Besides, how could he be mad while listening to AB’s joyous laughter?

“Aww. Yer cute when yer mad,” AB teased again. Planting all four hooves down for leverage, she started rotating her hips around, mindful not to go overboard. “Ya know, Ah don’t think Ah ever realized how warm you were.”

“Really?”

AB’s cheeks had a bright blush to them and she already sounded breathless. “Y-yeah. It’s like… like Ah ain’t bein’ stretched as much, so Ah notice other things.”

“Like what?” Spike set his claws on AB’s thighs. As she rotated her hips around, her big bottom brushing against his knees and toes, he tried pushing upwards. But she just put a hoof down on his chest. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was concentrating on something.

“This is… different,” she stated, feeling a little lightheaded as she swayed like a reed in the wind.

“Uh, Bloom.”

“Yeah?”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Ah don’t think so,” AB giggled. Her mirth turned into a whining protest when Spike extricated himself from her. “Heeey!”

Spike stood up tall and pulled AB’s face close to his. She looked flushed, but her breath didn’t stink of alcohol. Yet she still showed symptoms of some kind of intoxication.

Molestia, upon learning what a weak drinker Twilight was, at the ripe old age of eleven, had made sure to coach Spike in everything he’d need to know when dealing with inebriated mares.

“Wazza mattuh?” AB slurred.

*Swat*

“Ow!” AB pulled back, rubbing her sore cheek. She stared at Spike more in disbelief than hurt at what he’d done. “The fuck was that for!”

“The curse.”

“The… what?”

“The curse,” Spike repeated, his erection still standing proud despite the severity of the situation. “You were acting all weird the moment you started really getting into it. I think the curse might have additional side effects to what we’ve seen.”

AB continued to rub her cheek, noticing that she was indeed thinking more lucidly than a few seconds ago. “Did ya have ta slap me, though?”

Spike shrugged. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it. But I don’t think this is over just yet.”

“What d’ya mean?”

“I found this book called ‘Supernaturals’. There was this one section describing blue spots, like we saw on Pinkie’s tongue and Twi’s horn. But I couldn’t read most of it and Twi’s being too stubborn to even try.”

“Zecora told us ta beware,” AB remembered. “Maybe it wasn’t a curse? Maybe there was somethin’ there we jus’ didn’t notice ‘n’ she was tryin’ ta warn us about?”

“I think you might be right,” Spike agreed. “Try standing.”

AB did, carefully rising to her full height.

“Any dizziness or weak knees?”

“Nah. Ah think that’s passed. So, we ready ta head fer Zecora’s?”

“What about the others?”

AB scoffed. “Ferget ‘em. If mah sister has her way, she’ll try ‘n’ kill Zecora with a shovel ‘efore we even get a chance ta talk to ‘er.”

Spike nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. And with Twilight as worked up as she is, the shovel’s likely to gain sentience and start multiplying in order to flood the town.” There was a too long pause. “Don’t ask, but I’ve got a hell of a story for you when this is over.”

AB nodded and crouched down. Spike grinned and scampered up onto her shoulders.

“Onward, noble steed!” he proclaimed and kicked his heels to her sides.

“Ah will sit on you,” she threatened plainly.

Spike apologized and the two stealthily snuck out of the treebrary before the adults could notice; all save two.

***

“I don’t care what you say, Twilight,” Rainbow barked. “Its time to pony up and put that Zecora bitch in her place. Come on girls. Are you with me?”

“Always,” Gilda affirmed.

Pinkie spat something that might have been ‘I am.’

“And I, as well,” Rarity added with as much dignity as her hair nightmare would allow. “Just as soon as I cover up.” She went over to Twilight’s closet and threw on a few full body coats. The thick layers made her start sweating in less than a minute, but it was better than being seen like this.

“I don’t know,” Fluttershy said in that devilish new voice of hers. The perils are too great, and we do not fully comprehend our foe’s intent. Perhaps caution is warranted?”

“How about you, Apple Jack?” RD asked. “Apple Jack?”

“Sheeves fffawn!” Pinkie exclaimed.

Rarity screamed. “Aah! Or somepony stepped on her!”

Feeling their pulses quicken, everyone did a quick check of their hooves, talons, and paws. All were thankfully clean.

Twilight’s pupils narrowed. “Or sat on her?”

Everyone did a quick check of their butts as well.

“Although that’s not a bad idea for later,” Twilight considered out loud.

“Rarity’s hair!” RD blurted.

Pinkie stepped up, not missing out on an opportunity to grope her friend in the most intimate of places, all while said friend offered the least convincing gasps of protest Pinkie had heard all week. “Vopssh.”

“Apple Bloom’s gone, too!” Twilight realized.

“And Spike,” Trixie added casually.

“What? When?”

“A few minutes ago. Trixie saw them sneak off to the bathroom for a quickie, so she decided she’d have a listen. The big filly apparently grew lightheaded, which Spike correctly assessed as a symptom of this ‘curse’,” she said with air quotes. “So they decided the best course would be to talk to Zecora themselves instead of letting the rest of you, well, kill her before she can do anything useful.”

“Or she’ll just make the curse even worse!” RD argued.

“Also, Trixie is pretty sure she saw the tiny farmer jump into her sister’s tail.”

“Then it looks like we know what we have to do,” Twilight declared. “Come on, girls. We’ve got some stupid kids to save and a Zebra to confront.”

Trixie just rolled her eyes as she watched the small parade of heroes and their pet griffon march out of the treebrary. She felt a little conflicted about not being asked to come along. On the one hoof, it probably would have been an order instead of a request. On the other, Twilight wasn’t thinking straight, which wasn’t actually her fault in this case. This led to the third hoof, where if Trixie did come along, she’d inevitably be forced to spill the beans on their condition and spoil her fun.

“Hey, Tricky,” Gilda called. “Twi says you gotta come along. We might need a decoy.”

Trixie harrumphed and made to join, grumbling the whole way.

***

Despite her longer legs, AB wasn’t able to make it to the forest as quickly as she’d expected. Prolonged overexertion kept leading to lightheadedness. The only solution was to briskly trot. Perhaps it was because she was so much bigger now, or maybe it was her determination to make up for her prior error, but the big filly didn’t feel as scared as before. Thankfully, their tracks from yesterday were still fresh, so she was at least able to find where they’d last seen Zecora.

“Aah!” Spike yelled, causing AB to skid to a halt. “Something poked my butt!”

“That would be me,” Apple Teeny said in her teeny tiny voice as she poked her head out beneath Spike’s tail. She tried to wiggle free, but it looked like his little dragon butt held her tight. “Bein’ that Ah’m the oldest here, Ah say ya’ll need ta turn around this instant,” she declared authoritatively from his butt crack.

Spike and AB shared a thoughtful look.

“No!” AB stated defiantly.

Tiny AJ was shocked. “No? You can’t defy an order from yer big sister!”

“Pretty sure she can,” Spike offered. “You know, since you’re the smallest one here.”

“But Ah’m still the oldest.”

“But I think I’ve got you stuck between my butt cheeks,” Spike countered as he wiggled his rump around atop her. “Hey, that feels kind of good,” he mused as tiny hooves batted at his cheeks.

“Hehe. Sounds fun. Can Ah try that next?”

“Probably not. Whatever you’ve got, I think sexy fun just makes it worse.”

AB snorted and petulantly kicked at the dirt. “This is the worst curse ever.”

Tiny AJ cleared her throat. “Ah hear a lot o’ yappin’ but don’t see a lot o’ gettin’ yer heinies back ta safety.”

“I might be wrong, but I’m pretty sure a lot of animals have a wider range of hearing than ponies,” Spike noted. “Your super high pitched voice is probably like a dog whistle to all kinds of predators.”

Tiny AJ snapped her mouth shut with a click, but her fuming stare made her feelings towards the pair clear.

“Trust us, AJ,” AB pleaded. “All we’re gonna do is find Zecora ‘n’ talk ta her. That’s it. It’s our fault we all got cursed in the first place, so it’s up ta us ta make things right.”

“Plus you can’t actually stop us,” Spike added. “So you can either come along, or we can leave you on a branch somewhere where you hopefully won’t get snatched up by predators.”

Tiny AJ’s ears folded back in fear.

“No way!” AB said firmly. “Even as a joke, Ah’d never leave family behind.”

Tiny AJ’s eyes started to water, grateful and proud of her sister’s moral fortitude.

“We’d just shove ya up Spike’s butt if ya don’t keep quiet,” AB finished.

Tiny AJ pursed her lips in bemusement. As soon as this curse was lifted, she had every intention of tanning her sister’s heinie as red as her mane. Even though she was sticking by her convictions and trying to take responsibility for the suffering of others, she was still breaking the rules and therefore deserved of a sound whoopin’.

***

For the mane 5, plus a griffon and a slave, things were going even less smoothly. Once they’d left the town limits, Rarity couldn’t take the heat any longer and gave her sweat soaked clothes to Trixie to hang on to. Afterward, the posh marshmallow mare became well acquainted with the ground several times. She really should have thought to give her hair a little bit of a trim, if only so she didn’t keep tripping over herself. Unable to keep off her wings for too long, Rainbow was also having a time crashing into every tree and rock that had the audacity to stand in her way. It was all Gilda could do just to keep up with her and not snicker at her expense.

“Stooop!” Rarity cried.

“What is it?” RD asked, wobbling from her latest concussion. “Is it the curse?”

“Worse,” Rarity sniffled. “Just look at my fur.” Gesturing to herself, the others bore witness to the thick layer of dirt, twigs, and crawly things that had gotten entangled in her unruly locks. “I can’t be seen like this!”

“We’re going to Zecora’s to fix all this,” Twilight reminded. “So you can either suck it up and come with us, or you can stay here, alone in the spooky forest, until either we or an opportunistic predator come to check up on you.”

Rarity huffed and tapped her hoof at the ground.

“Well!?”

“I’m thinking, darling,” Rarity countered impatiently.

“You know what I’m thinking?” Gilda asked of no one in particular. “How come Tricky’s wearing all those coats like that?”

“It’s Trixie,” she corrected irritably. She’d modified the coats so that they mostly covered her belly and legs, but the heat and dankness of the forest was no less of a pain.

“Say, that’s a good point,” Twilight agreed, forgetting about Rarity’s squeamishness to dirt when there was a curiosity to address. “How come you’re wearing those clothes instead of just carrying them?”

Trixie’s eyes swiveled guiltily.

“And don’t try saying its easier this way. I can tell you’re sweating.”

Trixie smiled flatly and licked her lips. “Because, um…”

“Yeees?” Twilight motioned her to go on.

Knowing she couldn’t hide it any longer, Trixie dipped her head and sighed in defeat. “Trixie is protecting herself from the poison joke.”

“The what!?” the others all cried in alarm.

“The poison joke,” she repeated. “It only grows in areas of wild magic. Part of why Trixie came to this hodunk town in the first place was in the hopes of replenishing her supply.”

Rarity was taken aback. “Hodunk?”

“How long have you known?” Twilight asked.

Trixie rolled her eyes and pointed at purple smart’s horn and deadpanned, “Blue spots.”

“But they don’t have blue spots,” Twilight countered while pointing at Rarity and RD.

“Blue spots only appear in about a third of cases. But it was the nature of the symptoms that really made it obvious.”

“Explain,” Twilight demanded coldly. “And why didn’t you speak up earlier?”

“For one thing, Trixie was trying to keep herself from peeing from laughing so hard,” she reminded. “For another, she was waiting for you to pick up on the obvious.” Trixie paused, but no one looked like they knew what she was talking about. “Really? The little filly gets big and the white prima donna’s hair goes crazy. None of you noticed how your symptoms are similar to the results of Trixie’s casting?”

All froze, stunned silent. Twilight opened and closed her mouth a few times, but words failed her.

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Poison joke is tangible magic and semi-conscious. It doesn’t think, not like a pony or even an animal, but it is somewhat aware of its environment. That’s why Trixie needed her volunteers to say their fetishes out loud, so that the magic would hear and know how to manifest. Otherwise it’s left to pick up on whatever other details it might notice. For example,” she pointed at Pinkie, “you were probably talking a lot, so the plant pranked you by making it almost impossible to speak.”

Twilight could no longer stand, and let her butt fall to the ground. A part of her wanted to scream at Trixie, to berate her for withholding such vital information, but she couldn’t. If this had been one of Molestia’s tests, she’d berate her student for not picking up on the clues. Even Spike’s lack of side effects despite being similarly exposed should have been a hint at what was happening.

Trixie stood tall, proud, and defiant. Her pits made a disgusting squelching sound when she moved and her craving for a cold shower was growing by the minute. Even though she could see no blue flowers in the vicinity, in her mind, removing even a shred of fabric would be like showing weakness. She’d willfully angered her mistress. That meant that Twilight could do pretty much anything she liked as punishment. But Trixie would not back down. She wasn’t sorry for what she’d done and, barring a direct order, would not apologize.

“I’m sorry.”

Trixie blinked in shock. She moved her mouth around like she was eating something especially chewy. Did those words just leave her lips?

“You’re right,” Twilight continued. “The clues were there and I should have noticed them from the start. At the very least I should have asked if you, the traveler, had ever come across anything like this. This was a test, and I failed to properly use available resources to my advantage.”

Trixie blinked again, not knowing what to say. Was this real? Did Twilight really just apologize and admit that Trixie was not at fault?

Rarity cleared her throat. “While I agree that we’re all a little at fault for not making the connections, I must put my hoof down at letting a slave completely off the hook like this.”

Twilight nodded and sucked in a breath. “You’re right. Trixie, I’m still mad with you. However, if you tell us everything we need to know about dealing with this… poison joke curse, then I promise your punishment won’t be too severe.”

Trixie eyed her mistress warily. “Define severe?”

“I’ll loan you to Rarity for a full day.”

Trixie couldn’t speak fast enough and imparted everything remotely relevant to poison joke and then some. Soon they’d formed a new plan. She, Rarity, and Fluttershy would take Twilight’s clothes and cut them up and stitch them into specialized covers to provide minimal protection against any further batches of poison joke. It was possible to be doubly infected, as Trixie informed. However, with the confiscation of Trixie’s wagon, she lacked the means to produce an antidote and wasn’t familiar enough with the area to know where to find new ingredients.

“So if not for revenge, why are we still going to see the zebra?” Gilda asked.

“From what Tw-Mistress said,” Trixie quickly corrected, “it sounds like Zecora was trying to warn the rest of you about the poison joke. Given how long she’s been living out here, it’s a safe bet that she at least knows where we can find what we need to make an antidote.”

“Then why do you still look on edge?” Gilda inquired further.

“Do I have to say it?” Trixie replied as though it were obvious. “She’s… a virgin. That’s just so… bleh!”

“Do not dismiss so readily,” Fluttershy countered in that sweetly skin crawling way of hers. “Perhaps she is as pure and sweet as a young foal. Untouched and sumptuous.” She wiped a bit of drool from her lips.

“We can worry about that later,” Twilight chided as she ducked under the brambles, only to come out into a clearing. “Or we can worry now.”

Up ahead was a lone tree with off color bark compared to the rest of the forest. Baubles, figurines, and potion bottles hung from the limbs while unsettling masks were propped up all around the ground. The windows, door, and peculiar fragrance emanating outwards left little doubt that this was their destination.

“Oh my,” Rarity gasped. “What a horrible sight.” She turned to Twilight. “Are we still planning on enslaving her and selling her out of town when we’re done? For such an atrocious sense of decoration, it seems the least we can do.”

Twilight was still undecided on that, but made a zipping motion over her lips. She neared the tree hut, treading lightly so as not to set off any kind of alarm or trap. As unsettled as she was by the decor, Twilight was still fascinated by the achievement of the structure. Normally it took years to grow a tree into a suitable living space, but Zecora had supposedly only been here for a few months. Did zebras have some special techniques that ponies lacked, or had she simply stumbled upon the tree hut already built and abandoned? Either way, how did Zecora keep the local wildlife at bay while getting her new home ready? If they did go with the enslavement plan, Twilight had half a mind to keep the zebra for herself, if only until she’d squeezed the mare for all of her secrets. However, for some reason she got the feeling that doing so would earn her an earful from Spike.

The group crowded around the open windows and peeked inside. The inside decorations were no less creepy than the outside, but more heavily concentrated, colorful, and was that shrunken head in the corner making kissy faces at Gilda?

Zecora stepped in from a back room and everyone ducked down. The zebra moved to the middle of the main room where a large cauldron was bubbling. She poured in some pink flakes none of the ponies could identify while muttering in some strange language. Pinkie jumped back, mouth open and ready to proclaim that all of their preconceptions were true and that Zecora was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, and evil enchantress who does evil dances and whatever else she’d sung about. Thankfully, while she couldn’t fly, RD was still fast enough to tackle the pink mare to the ground and shove a hoof in her mouth.

Twilight, at least, was relieved to see the others acting more sensibly. She smiled smugly to herself. Despite missing some of the details along the way, her initial hypothesis of Zecora being mostly harmless looked to finally be panning out.

Zecora dipped a spoon into the bubbling green brew and gave it a taste. “Mmh. The perfect temperature for ponies, I presume,” she assessed in a perfectly normal, non-threatening voice, which somehow still caused the native Ponyvillians to shake in fright. “Now, where is that little Apple Bloom?”

“Apple Bloom… soup?” Twilight heard herself ask. That was a mistake.

Without any further prompting, the Ponyvillians all started screaming in a panic. Rainbow, having stood relatively still for almost a minute, couldn’t take it anymore and launched herself into the air. Gilda gave chase, but even handicapped, she wasn’t a match for the pegasus in the confined spaces of the forest. She broke through Zecora’s front door, ripping it right off the hinges as she flew in a mad dash around the room.

Zecora started babbling words none of the ponies or griffon understood. However, given the context, it was likely some variation of “da fuck you doin’ in my house!?”

Feeling equally antsy and not knowing what else to do, Gilda stormed in after RD and tried to get her under control. However, her attempts to fly in the confined space only dislodged more of Zecora’s wares from the shelves.

Zecora’s words remained unintelligible, but she was starting to look seriously pissed off. She ran over to a downed jar and pulled out a small brown bag. Fixing her gaze on the wild fliers, she hurled the bag at the both of them, causing a small explosion of white dust. The pair landed on the floor like statues, paralyzed everywhere but their mouths.

Then the rest of the ponies barged in and formed a defensive line around their downed friends. Zecora kept shouting her foreign words and readied more brown bags to throw. It was a standoff. The invaders had numbers, but the home owner had the superior arsenal. Whoever made the first move would surely be at a disadvantage.

“What in tarnation is goin’ on in here?” AJ demanded as she stepped in from one of the side rooms.

“AJ, thank goodness!” Twilight exclaimed. “We were just coming to save you and-did you get bigger?”

“Emphasis on the ‘er’,” Spike pointed out. He came up beside the orange mare and demonstrated how she was only on eye level with his shoulder.

“At least it’s an upgrade,” little AJ added in a less squeaky voice.

“Says you,” AB said with a pout. Coming up behind the first two, she looked to be about the size of a regular full grown mare; several inches smaller than her prior self. “Ah’m already missin’ the bigness.”

Still outside, Trixie poked her head into the doorway. “It sounds like things have calmed down. Is it safe for Trixie to enter?”

“You!” Zecora accused. “Did you bring these ruffians here?”

Trixie pulled back, ready to run if things got crazy again. “Um, kind of. We were hoping you knew a way to cure poison joke.” Her eyes scanned the room until they fell upon the Apple siblings and Spike. “Trixie would say that’s an affirmative.”

“Your stupid flying friends messed up my home!” Zecora snapped angrily.

“Hey now, let’s not go making baseless accusations,” Trixie countered defensively. “First of all, none of these crazies are Trixie’s friends.”

Pinkie whined at that.

“Second, they are absolutely responsible for their own actions, meaning that Trixie should not be held accountable for any punishment,” she added haughtily. “And thirdly, you can keep your virgin ass over there where you can’t touch Trixie, thank you very much.”

Zecora stomped her hoof to the ground, making the hut shake with the fury of a thunder clap. “I’m not a virgin, you fucking nibby!”

Trixie fumed. “I’m not a… wait. What’s a nibby?”

“It means tiny penis,” Zecora spat.

“Hold on there, ya’ll. Let’s jus’ calm down here,” little AJ urged as she positioned herself between the conflicting parties.

“She’s right,” AB said, coming up by her sister’s side. “It’s like Twilight was sayin’ earlier. Ya’ll are jus’ bein’ all paranoid over nothin’.”

Spike went up to join them. “Yeah. Zecora’s actually pretty cool. She was even working up an antidote to cure you guys. Been working on it since last night, too.” He gestured at the bubbling brew.

“Wait, so that’s not Apple Bloom soup?” Twilight blurted, regretting her words almost instantly.

Try as they might, Spike, AB, AJ, and even Zecora soon succumbed to giggles at such an absurd idea. Twilight shrunk down, mortified at such embarrassment.

“Pretty shitty Apple Bloom soup without one in it,” AB observed through her chortles. “Although, it does feel pretty good when ya rub it on yer fur.”

“And it tastes better than it smells,” Spike added, licking his lips. He looked around as the other ladies stared at him. “What? I was curious.”

“We were all wrong, fillies,” little AJ said, addressing the home invaders. “Zecora ain’t a bad mare. She’s jus’ lookin’ fer ponies who’ll be her fuck buddies.”

Zecora’s ears splayed as she flinched. “Do you have to put it that way?”

“Well how would you say it?”

“Well…”

“Ponies who won’t be judgmental cunts and will let you be free to fuck around however you like?” Spike suggested.

“That’s… better?” Zecora tentatively allowed, although clearly still displeased with the word choice. “For the longest time I was unsure, but you ponies are every bit as slutty as I have heard.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Rarity noted.

“In my homeland, it is,” Zecora affirmed. “Open expressions of sexuality are frowned upon. Even in private, we are expected only to copulate to make babies and nothing else.”

“A fate worse than death,” Fluttershy stated darkly.

“Okay, she is not allowed to speak anymore,” Zecora stated firmly. The others agreed. “Anyway, I was a shaman of my people. To you, it would be the equivalent of a high priestess or master magician. I worked diligently to uphold the values of my kind, but I could not…” she trailed off, unable to finish.

AB went over to the zebra and put a hoof comfortingly on her shoulder. They shared an understanding nod and AB addressed the others. “She got super horny at times when it was super awkward,” she informed in that blunt way of children, making Zecora flinch. “For a shaman, that’s extra super bad, so they kicked her out ‘n’ told her ta go live with the other degenerates.”

“Yo!” Spike replied in mock greeting.

Zecora, uncertain what was happening, cautiously waved back.

“Name’s Spike,” he introduced himself. “I’m a dragon, pretty young, the number one assistant to Twilight Sparkle, and I regularly fuck that sweet piece of ass.” He gestured at AB, ignoring how Zecora flinched again.

“So… young?” the zebra marveled. Her eyes drifted along the big filly’s body, her gaze lingering longer than was appropriate on her big filly backside.

“See!” Spike said to the home invaders, startling Zecora back to attention. “She’s just inexperienced. We were talking earlier and she said she’s curious. She just hasn’t really had the chance to really try anything out.”

“Fphime phowy,” Pinkie apologized. “Phy fffouldn’t faf phaud voo.”

“What did the pink devil say?” Zecora whispered to AB, who just shrugged uncertainly.

“Sooo… That’s the antidote?” RD asked, pointing at the cauldron.

Zecora nodded.

“You don’t have any evil plans?”

Zecora shook her head.

“And all you want is some fuck buddies to hang out with?”

Zecora’s smile turned pensive, but eventually she nodded again.

RD kicked at the floor. “Well now I just feel shitty.”

“We all should,” Rarity added. “We should have all known better than to give into baseless paranoia as we did.”

“I said that from the start,” Twilight bragged, only to wilt under the glowers of the others. “But I also have things to feel shitty about. If I’d just paid attention,” she gestured around the room, “we could have at least avoided a breaking and entering.”

Zecora nodded with a tranquil smile upon her lips. “I expect to be fully compensated for damages, as well as services rendered.” She indicated the cauldron.

“That reminds me.” Spike spoke up. “Over here, Twilight. This here is the book Zecora used to brew up the cure.” His grin grew to shit eating proportions and Twilight knew she was in for it. “Take a look.” He closed the book.

Twilight let out a loud groan. She couldn’t read the title, but the cover art was exactly the same as ‘Supernaturals’. “You mean I had the formula for the antidote the entire time?”

“Kind of, but not really,” Spike answered. He figured coming to terms with her mistake was punishment enough. “Remember how I said I didn’t understand a lot of the words? Well, apparently when the book was brought overseas, the translator kind of did a half assed job. You had the formula, but there’s no way either of us could have read it.”

“Trixie could,” the blue mare bragged. She was still standing outside the hut, but she could still see the book being discussed. “Trixie once owned a copy. Her zebra tongue isn’t the best, but she’s learned enough to at least read the words.”

“Why are you still outside?” Spike asked.

“Hello! Virgin!”

“How many times must I say I am not a virgin?” Zecora demanded with a hot blush. “I’ll have you know I m-masturbate daily!” There was a long, awkward pause as the ponies, zebra, drake and griffon stared uncomfortably at one another. “What? I thought this sort of talk was normal for you degen-ponies,” she quickly corrected.

“Uh, Zecora,” AB began. “Ah hate ta break it ta ya, but around these parts, yer still a virgin until ya fuck a pony all proper like.”

“Or a dragon,” Spike spoke up. “Hell, Twilight’s first time was a gang rape by a bunch of dogs.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” purple smart grumbled, still reeling from the shame of literally judging a book by its cover.

Author's Note

And that almost wraps up this episode. Same in a lot of ways, but different in others. It’s fun following the plot lines of the episodes and mixing in a little bit extra common sense and awareness. Apart from the crude language, one of the biggest differences is the lessons learned, which I hope make sense in the context of the world. And for those disappointed by teasing of some clop and not following through, don’t worry. The remedy is coming up next.

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