Fantasy Suit

Chapters

A Deal with the Devil
Out of the Frying Pan
Into the Fire
Hot and Bothered
Revelation

A Deal with the Devil

Grinding down the railing on some stairs, Rumble flew through the Canterlot mall. He frequented the place all the time. He'd often stop by after school on his way to the skate park on the edge of town, grabbing a bite to eat and maybe picking up a thing or two on the side. It wasn't very busy (Tuesday afternoons rarely were). He only ever saw one or two people at a time, and even then, they were few and far between. But that was all the better as it meant he had all the more room to practice his tricks.

However, this trip through was different then usual. He almost missed it. But out of the corner of his eye, Rumble caught sight of an odd store he'd never seen before. Skidding to a stop, he backtracked a few feet to take a look. Above a relatively unassuming doorway rested an obnoxious sign which read "Pleasure Paradise" in large, golden, neon letters.

It wasn't hard to figure out what the store was about. It was obviously a sex shop. Though how they managed to set up the store in only the 24 hours since he'd last been to the mall, he couldn't guess. All he knew was that they were invading his terf and he was kind of pissed about it.

He took a quick glance around. There was no one in view save for a couple of strangers at the end of the hall, no one Rumble cared about. And even they didn't seem to notice.

Rumble was hesitant. If he got anything from that store at all, it would only be for Scootaloo to enjoy . . . or at the very least, something they could both enjoy together. It would be selfish to splurge only on himself. What would she think if he did? Maybe . . . he could get something . . . but should he? They'd gone at it before, but they only ever had each other. Plus condoms. Bought off Amazon. Lots and lots of condoms.

Rumble scratched his head in thought.

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The two had quite a history. Ever since his early Freshman year, Rumble had seen Scootaloo around Canterlot off and on. Yet, despite him being a senior now, he had never really talked to her until about 2 years prior. When Thunderlane got him a Skateboard for Christmas (best bro ever), he was ecstatic, and it wasn't long before he started frequenting the skate-park to see what he could do.

A few months later, he was surprised to meet Scootaloo there . . . with her Scooter no less. At first, he thought those handle bars would get in the way, but he was quickly proven wrong when she did a triple back-flip off a ramp, while spinning her scooter under her feet the whole time, before landing gracefully and sliding backwards to a stop.

From then on, the two had a playfully competitive relationship. Constantly trying to one up each other. That was, of course, until three months ago . . . when Rumble sprained his ankle during PE. Scootaloo was disappointed to hear he couldn't come to the park that day. But they made up for it, agreeing to have a movie night.

Yet, what started out as simply watching a thriller, quickly spiraled into so much more. It wasn't long before they were sprawled out on rumble's mattress, sweaty and moaning, having the night of their lives and pushing themselves to the limit in a completely new way.

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Rumble shook his head. Now wasn't the time for fantasies. He had to make up his mind. Should he get her something or not?

He decided to bite the bullet. It couldn't hurt to just take a look around could it? Walking on foot, he carried his skateboard with him for fear that someone might recognize it. As turned around, propping up the board just inside the door, a baritone voice boomed behind him.

"Hellooooo Rumble! What may I have the pleasure to get you today?"

Rumble whipped around quicker than lightning, only to be greeted by the strangest sight. The man he saw was clearly elderly, with a wild mane of white hair, sticking up at odd angles . . . plus a scruffy goatee to match. Yet, he moved with the springy agility of a 10 year old. Over his slate gray skin, he wore an oversized brown wastecoat decorated with purple polkadots. Beneath that, he wore mismatched plaid knee socks: one yellow and one green. Over those socks were oversized, bright red cowboy boots.

Overall, the entire getup looked ridiculous.

"Okay," rumble snapped, taken aback "who are you first of all? And second, how the hell do you know my name?"

"Oh wow! Rude!" he scoffed, crossing his arms. "I just assumed you had a reason to stroll into a humble shop such as this. My mistake." Waving a thick, yellow, gloved hand in the air, he continued "But if you must know the answer, I heard about you through the grape vine." He pointed in an enormous gesture, with both yellow gloved hands at the back of the store. Rumble followed the movement, looking down the isles, past the rows of Dildos, fleshlights, condoms, vibrators, and goddess knows what else, where stood a large potted plant. Full of vines. Covered in ripe, tasty looking grapes.

Was that there when he walked in? He wasn't sure. Maybe he just overlooked it?

"But please, back to my original question? What can I get for you?"

Rumble wasn't sure about this guy . . . or this entire store for that matter. So he simply replied "Don't know. Just thought I'd look around. See what you have."

"Oh? Is that so? Would you happen to be looking for your own fun . . . or do you have someone else in mind?"

This was getting personal. Now he really didn't think he should trust this guy. But what choice did he have? It would be silly to just walk out now without anything to show for it. The least he could do was what the options were. "I have a girlfriend, yes. What's it to you?"

"Are you only buying for her? Or maybe something for the both of you?" he inquired with a smirk and a sly wink as he leaned over the counter, resting his whiskered chin on his gloved hand.

"uuuuuuuummm . . . both?"

"Well in that case," He jumped up, spinning around, bending over, and grabbing something off the floor behind him. "I may have just what you need." From behind the counter, he produced a black metal case, secured closed with a simple latch. It was mostly unmarked, save for the words 'Fantasy Suit' which were boldly written in large white letters across it's face.

Rumble took the box in shaky fingers. Flipping it over, he found more writing on the back:

What is it you desire? How do you fuck? Who would you fuck? What do they look like? What are they doing while you fuck them? All these questions are yours to answer.

With this latex apparel, all your wildest dreams can come true. One need only wear it, and they will be completely at your mercy; helpless but to do exactly what you say.

Her body is your toy to play with.

Aaaaaand now rumble was scared, deep in his bones. This guy was selling some really shady stuff. He knew he should just leave, but he couldn't help but feel just a little bit of morbid curiosity creep into his psyche. "How much is it?" he asked, figuring that if it was more than 5 bucks or so, he'd just make like a tree and leave.

"Oh, your money's no good to meeeee. Just take it, whatever you want here is yours.

Rumble gave a skeptical eye-squint. But he just shrugged. "K sure" he mumbled under his breath. He dropped his backpack to the floor, stuffing the mysterious box down right next to his algebra textbook. He just needed to get out of there.

Peeking out the door, he took a cautious look around. It looked like the coast was clear. No one around.

So he kick-flipped his board under his feet and took off.

The old man waited, and watched. He watched and he waited. He waited. And waited. And watched. And watched. All the while, Rumble gradually glided down the hall.

Eventually, he turned a corner, and disappeared from sight.

Discord, he grinned. He grinned a wide, toothy grin, bearing his fangs. With a smug smirk, he snapped his yellow, gloved fingers and the store disappeared, leaving only an empty wall where it had been.

Out of the Frying Pan

Rolling through the streets of Canterlot, Rumble realized he'd have to steer clear of the skate-park for the time being. He just couldn't bring himself to play it cool on the rails after what he'd just gone through . . . especially knowing that, whatever it is was still right there in his backpack. Nope. No way. Not gonna happen.

So instead, he decided to send her a text as he crossed an intersection.

Rumble:
Hey Scoots, I don't think I'm up for hanging out at the park today.

He paused. What excuse could he come up with for breaking their usual routine?

And so, he thought, and he pondered and he thought some more. And he kept thinking. This went on for quite some time before he zipped past the school. That's when an idea struck him.

I had a really bad day at school.

Diamond bitch and the gang were giving me a hard time and I sprained my ankle again.

You up for a movie night instead? Maybe around 7-ish?

They'd gone through this whole fiasco before. He'd half ass some excuse for her to come over to his place, but he knew that she knew exactly what he really meant.

But he wasn't sure about this one. There had to be a better excuse he could come up with. He hovered his thumb over the send button and with some uncertainty, he pressed it.

It was only a minute later when he got a reply back.

Scootaloo:
Are they giving you trouble again? I swear! One of these days, I'll give em a piece of my mind >:(

Hope your leg gets better.

And ya, I'm down for a 'movie' ;-)

That would have to do it then. Given that it was about 4:30, he should have a few hours to figure out what he'd just signed up for.

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Propping his board by his door, Rumble strolled into his little apartment, shrugged off his backpack and flopped down on the couch. It wasn't much of a place, only about 250 square feet in total. It had a cramped bedroom and bathroom with just enough space to serve their functions, as well as a combined kitchen and living space which offered a little more elbow room.

It wasn't much, but it was home.

Rumble had moved out on his own as soon as he'd turned 18. He just couldn't wait. But with only a part time job on the weekends working the movie theater concession stand, he still had to rely on mom and dad to pay the rent.

Yet, that wasn't what was on Rumble's mind at the moment. Right then, all he cared about was finding out what the hell was in that box.

Rumble didn't feel like getting up, so instead, bent over the armrest and hoisted his whole backpack onto his lap. Pulling out the metal case, he dropped the bag at his feet.

"Okay," he thought "what the hell is this thing?"

With uncertain, trembling fingers, he undid the latch. What he saw inside surprised him. There was an odd glowing purple gemstone. He wasn't sure what to make of that. But next to it was something made of rubber. It certainly seemed like a suit of some sort, but It was wadded up, not folded neatly. Setting down the case on the sofa next to him, still containing the mysterious gem, Rumble pulled out the suit and held it in front of him with both arms, as one would do to examine a T-shirt.

The sight which greeted him was surprising. it was definitely a black, fetishy, latex suit, but not at all like he expected. it consisted of three separate pieces, loosely secured together with zippers.

The first segment was a long sleeved latex shirt with gloves at the end (no surprise there). Yet, what struck Rumble as odd were the large, ovular protrusions jutting off from the back of it. Yet, it was the other segments that were more disconcerting.

The pants were oddly shaped. They appeared to be designed with a stiff, forced bend where the knees would go. At the top, starting from the back of the belt, long rubber streamers fell down to the floor, resembling a tail. And further down, a solid piece continued at a 20 degree angle, well beyond the ankles, only to end in a blunt stump. Rumble lifted up a leg to inspect it. It appeared to be in the shape of a horseshoe.

However, it was the mask which was the most telling. It lacked any eye-holes, consisting of only solid latex where the eyes should be. In addition, the portion for the face jutted out incredibly far, forming the shape of a muzzle, with only narrow, vertical slits for breathing. stiff, triangular shaped rubber ears protruded from the top of the head. More rubber streamers cascaded off of the back, matching the 'tail' and clustered in a straight line down the middle, simulating a mane.

Taken altogether, the image was clear. The entire ensemble was meant to look like an anthropomorphic Pegasus . . . or at least, a hyper-perverted representation of one.

Just one more thing Rumble needed to check. Unzipping the shirt from the pants only the slightest amount, he took a peek inside.

Yup, that's about what he expected. On the crotch area rested two dildos attached to the latex; a ludicrously huge one in front and an ever-so-slightly smaller one just behind it. However they had an odd shape about them. Their heads were flat, with a thick ring around their rim. Then, further down, about halfway (though closer to the base), the dildos had ringular protrusions jutting off of them.

Were those? . . . no they couldn't be. Horse dildos? He wasn't sure. He'd never had a reason to google what horse cocks looked like. But it would fit with the theme.

Rumble was perturbed. He knew that there was another world full of magical talking horses, strange as that idea still seemed to him. After all the magical madness that had happened over the past few years, from demon Sunset, to the Dazzlings, to a giant portal to pony land itself opening up the school parking lot . . . it was kind of hard to miss. But to think that someone would make a sex toy out of that? That was going too far.

Rumble slumped over and dropped his head into his hands. He couldn't show this to Scootaloo. She'd think he'd lost it. He briefly considered just throwing it out. It was free after all, so no loss really.

But then Scootaloo would show up at his door, wondering what was up, and he'd have no answer for her. He'd already lied about having a sprained ankle over text. Sure, he could keep playing off that lie, say it wasn't a terrible sprain and felt better now, but then he'd have to keep lying. To her face.

He didn't know if he could do that.

But then, he caught a glimpse of the mysterious gemstone out of the corner of his eye and remembered it existed. It was pulsating with a soft purple glow, all the while emitting a low rumbling, barely audible hum. What the hell was up with that thing anyway.

Rumble tried to pick it up with the intent to examine it. Yet, the moment it touched his skin, the gemstone disintegrated into a wispy cloud of purple smoke, punctuated with neon green streaks of electricity.

"What the . . ." he barely had time to think as the smoke floated towards him by it's own accord. It swirled around his head, forcing it's way down his throat, filling his lungs in a matter of seconds.

Rumble felt queasy. His eyes rolled back in his head. His whole body went limp. And he fell backwards onto the couch.

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Rumble's eyes fluttered open slowly. He was groggy, and weak. His body felt heavy.

Not to mention he had a splitting headache.

Oh goddess! He wondered if this is what a hangover felt like. Sitting up slowly, he coughed and hacked. What time was it? How long had he been out? He didn't know.

He checked his phone. 6:37. Shit! She'd show up any minute and he wasn't ready.

No, wait. something struck him as odd. He could panic later. Something caught his attention. Something way more important. Everything looked, and felt . . . different somehow. His gaze wandered the room. The colors looked brighter and more vivid. He could make out textures in sharper detail. His hearing was more sensitive too. He noticed sounds. Sounds he'd never noticed before, such as the faint hum of his laptop motor . . . currently on sleep mode . . . in his bedroom . . . behind a closed door. Or the gush of water running through the pipes in his walls.

And his sense of smell too. How had he never noticed how his apartment smelled before? Oh, it smelled horrible. It smelled like farts. Was he really that used to it? Oh no, did Scootaloo ever notice it? He sure hoped not. She hadn't said anything. Or was she just trying to be polite?

"No brain! Shut up!" rumble mentally snapped as he tried to figure out what the hell had changed.

Something else stuck out to him. Something foreign. What he felt was difficult to describe. Somehow . . . and he didn't fully understand it himself, he could feel the latex suit. Every detail. Every minute contour of it . . . he could tell where they were. He knew it's position. Where it was. What it was doing. He even noticed things he had overlooked earlier.
The leggings actually had a small, angled space for someone to slide in their foot, similar to heels. The massive dildos nested almost as big, bullet shaped vibrators inside of them. Likewise, there was a smaller dildo in the mask (this one without a vibrator), no doubt intended to go down the wearer's throat.

Rumble couldn't have explained how he knew all these details. He just knew!. Even with his eyes closed, he could see it in his mind.

And another thing. He felt a kind of tug. A pull. A knowing that he had a power over the suit he could scarcely understand.

Without thinking, as if by instinct, he tested this new ability.

First, he willed the vibrators to turn on . . . and they did. They started slow. But Rumble willed them to go faster. And faster. And faster. And then they stopped, just as he planned.

Next, he attempted to determine if he could alter anything about it's physical appearance. He started with the color as that seemed simpler than changing it's shape. He turned it red, then green, then white, purple, blue . . . and back to black.

Okay. Good. That worked. Now for the big guns.

He kept the suit looking mostly the same, only changing it's shape in small but key ways. He opened up eye-holes so Scootaloo wouldn’t be blind. He flattened out the 'muzzle'. Gone too were the the 'ears' and 'mane' along with 'wings' and 'tail'. In addition, the ‘hooves’ morphed into a sexy pair of stiletto heels.

Perfect. Almost done.

For one last, finishing touch, he changed the shape of the dildos. Gone were the horse cocks (or so he assumed that's what they were), replaced with something much more normal. More human.

Damn, that headache was coming back with a vengeance. Rumble could feel the suit was trying to remain in it's true form. Shifting it away from that took effort. However, given how small the change was, it didn't take much more than a mental bookmark in the back of his mind to keep it going.

But that didn't change the fact the suit was still kinky as hell! At least Scootaloo wouldn't hate him for having it now.

Having broken his attention from his little project, Rumble caught sight of the clock on his microwave. It was 6:50. Damn. Only 10 minutes. Now he was really was panicking. He snatched up the suit, carelessly shoving it back in it's case, and hid it under the couch.

"Is that too obvious? Would Scoots be able to see that? No, Rumble! You have other things to worry about!"

"Okay, so what needs cleaning? The trash needs to be taken out. Furniture's dusty. Floor needs swept. Bed needs to be made," he looked at the bathroom sink. "Ew, gross! Goddess, why am I such a slob?" Rumble practically flew through the tiny apartment in a mad scramble to make the place look moderately presentable; cutting corners wherever he could.

And he'd just about finished when the door rang. Suddenly, Rumble realized the one thing he'd forgotten to clean up. Himself.

He looked in the mirror. He had ketchup stains on his shirt. So he ripped it off, kicked it under his dresser, as he quickly threw on a new one. Back to the mirror. Shit, now his hair was a mess. He was busy smoothing it out with his hands when he heard the doorbell ring again. "Coming" Rumble bellowed.

He was at the door in a flash, ripping it open. Tired and panting, he leaned on it's frame for support.

"Hey" he slurred, trying to play it cool. "How's it goin?"

He was sure he actually looked like a maniac.

Into the Fire

The sound of hard plastic wheels grinding against asphalt echoed over the pavement as Scootaloo grew closer to her destination. After that text from earlier, all she could do to pass the time was practice her skills on the rails . . . all by herself.

It wasn't that she minded much. She understood how much a sore foot could screw them over in their chosen hobby. She'd had similar incidents herself in the past. And it must have been twice as hard without the handlebars. Still though, it wasn't as fun with no one else there. But at least she'd figured out some ways to completely wreck the old goof next time around.

At about 6:30, she turned off the rails and onto the street. Rumble lived on the other side of town, so it was quite a trek to get there. On the way, she passed the mall. And further still, the school. Along the way, Scootaloo reveled the feel of the warm breeze of May whipping through here hair. The birds were chirping. The flowers were blooming. And the crickets started to chirp as the day came to a close and the world went to sleep.

The sun was just beginning to set as she whisked past the many trees and gardens of Rumble's apartment complex. Row after row of identical, one story residences disappeared behind her in a blur. Then, finally, Scootaloo ground to a halt just outside of Rumble's door.

Locking her scooter's wheels, she propped it against the little fence which separated the patios. She took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

She waited. And waited. And waited. She tried to listen through the door, seeing if she could figure out what was going on.

Nothing. She heard nothing.

So she waited some more. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
Now she was getting impatient. She rang the doorbell a second time.

An instant later, the door flew open violently in front of her. in a mildly shocking display, she found a somewhat disheveled looking Rumble slouched against the door frame in front of her, panting heavily and clearly out of breath. "Hey, how's it goin?" he said with a cheesy, blatantly forced grin and a wild look in his eye.

Scootaloo, taken aback, could only manage to say "uuhhhhhhhhhhh, good?"

"Great to hear it!" rumble cheered much louder than he should have. Then, perhaps to save face having noticed his error, he continued on in a much quieter yet still shaky tone "So, uh . . . sorry I didn't come to the park today."

"Oh, don't apologize. I get it. Those two get under my skin so much, you don't even wanna know what I'd do to them if I could" she fumed. "But, you know, jail's a thing. Hope your leg's feelin better though."

"Um, yeah. Totally" rumble replied feebly. And Scootaloo could have taken that answer at face value. But she knew how to read between the lines with him. Something wasn't right. She could tell, Rumble was tense. His fingers were fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. He was nibbling on his lower lip. His left eye had a little twitch to it. And the way his eyes darted around all over the place, seeming to look everywhere except directly at her . . . she knew something was up.

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked bluntly

"What?! What do you mean?" he deflected, defensively

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "I know you Rumble. And I've seen that look before. You're hiding something. What is it?" She wasn't about to let him beat around the bush.

"Me? Hide anything from you? Never!" Rumble exclaimed, placing a hand over his heart and making a big show of trying to appear innocent.

Scootaloo wasn't buying it. This time, standing stone still and giving him a cold glare, she demanded again "What. is it. Rumble?"

That did it. Rumble stopped pretending. His shoulders slumped forward as he let out a heavy sigh. Turning, he walked in with small, uncertain steps, his head bowed low to the ground. "Come in" he feebly remarked. "I'll show you."

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Rumble couldn't believe she'd seen through him like that. There was no prelude to it. No warning. It just hit him out of nowhere, as though a piano had just dropped from the sky and knocked him on his head. He was hoping he could just outright ignore the suit's existence for rest of the night, or at least wait to bring it up until later. But now, he had to at least let her know about it. There was no avoiding that now.

But what would happen afterward? That was anyone's guess.

Hesitantly, he stopped by the couch and glanced back and Scootaloo. Her arms were crossed. Her lips were twisted into a slight scowl. With trembling hands, he bent down and grabbed the metal case, in a death grip.

He looked back again, Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. Waiting.

No. He couldn't do it. What the hell could he even say to explain this whole situation?

So instead, he handed the whole case to Scootaloo, practically throwing it at her. "Here," he whimpered deflectively "Open this!"

Scootaloo gave a skeptical squint. Then shrugged her shoulders, cautiously strolling closer. As she took the metal box for herself, she read "Fantasy Suit" clearly emblazoned on it's face. She shot Rumble a questioning look.

Rumble was slowly backing away; an instinctive impulse, deep in his chest, to escape the situation. Yet, there was nowhere to run and no one to fight . . . no one except Scootaloo at least. But he could never hurt her. Could he?

Thankfully, however, he at least had enough foresight to mentally check the suit, to make sure it stayed in it's "slightly less freaky but not really" state.

With bated breath, he watched in dread as, in one swift movement, Scootaloo flipped the lid open, yanked out the suit by one of the heels, and discarded the box to the side, throwing it on the floor. The thump of metal against hardwood reverberated throughout the tiny apartment.

Scootaloo stared in puzzled bewilderment as she took in the sight before her. She looked at the upside down, latex suit. Then to Rumble. Then to the suit. Then back to Rumble.

And then it clicked.

She dropped the suit to the floor, appalled. "What the Hell?!" she accused. "Why do you even have this thing?"

"Okay, I know it looks bad, but I can explain"

"Oh, you'd better have a damn good explanation buster! I'd sure like to hear it. Did it magically fall from the sky with rainbow glitter and unikittens prancing around it?"

"Ummmmm . . . No?! Just calm down and I promise it will all make sense."

"Oh, you want me to calm down?! I'll show you calm!" Scootaloo snatched the suit off the floor and started stomping toward the front door.

Rumble knew where this was going. She was going to show it off to the world, just to embarrass him. He could picture it vividly. She'd storm out that door and hold the suit up high above her head and scream at the top of her lungs "Look everyone! Look at the marvelous gift my so called boyfriend got for me. Isn't it Fantastic! Oh, I love it so, so much. NOT!!! As if! How the hell did I ever end up with a looser boyfriend like him?" And then she'd laugh in his face.

He couldn't allow that.

So instead, he straight up lunged at her, tackled her. He pinned her to the floor.

"What the hell? Get off of me!" She screamed

"Not until you just calm down so we can talk about this"

"I AM CALM!!!"

"No, you're not. Just breathe Scoot. Breathe."

"Get off!"

"Breathe"

Scootaloo was writing and squirming on the hardwood floor. He knew, if he let her, she would have just stormed out of his apartment then and there. And never come back.

But she couldn't. Rumble was too heavy. So instead, she followed his advice. She took one shaky breath. Then another. Then another. Until eventually, after a few minutes, her internal inferno had cooled to just a few smoldering embers. She was still pissed at him, but at least now she was willing to entertain the possibility that Rumble might have a good reason to have such a thing.

Oh boy. Rumble sure was glad it didn't look like a freaky pony fursuit thingy or he'd really have been in for it. Slowly, he pushed himself off the ground and stood up, letting Scootaloo go free.

"Okay" she grilled him, doing a circle gesture with her hand. "Pleeeease explain to why you have this thing."

"Well, I was at the mall"

"Yes"

"And I went to this store"

"A store?"

"Yeah, a sex shop. It was right between the Macy's and the Hot Topic"

"Bull shit! I've been to that mall countless times and I've never seen a freaking sex shop!"

"Well, it kind of appeared out of nowhere! And there was this sort of creepy guy there, a real Willy Wonka type, and he said I could have it for free."

"For free?" she asked skeptically

"Yeah, I know right?! He said my money was no good to him or something? I don't really get it. But I just kind of panicked and went along with it."

"And you took the thing anyway?"

"Yeah, but I didn't look to see what it was till I got home"

"You didn't even Look? Rumble, that's the first rule of buying anything at any store ever! Always check before you buy."

"But it was free! Does it really even matter what it was?

"YES!!! Rumble winced as she screeched like a banshee directly in his face. "Besides," Scootaloo continued "Why would you trust a mysterious 'whatever' from a store that appears out of nowhere that you get from a guy you yourself just described as 'creepy' anyway? Huh?"

Rumble was speechless. He honestly didn't know how to respond to that. So instead, he simply said "Um, I guess I didn't think it through?"

"Obviously!"

There was a long, awkward pause. As the seconds ticked by, the room went dead quiet, to the point you could hear an ant scuttling along the wall if you listened closely.

Eventually, Rumble continued "Buuuuuuuuuut . . ."

"Oh goddess, where are you going with this?"

"I've been looking at that suit. And it seems pretty harmless"

"Rumble, you're not thinking what I think you're thinking"

"And let's be real, we've gone at it a few times already"

"You are"

"So I just thought, maybe we could . . . try it out?"

Scootaloo fumed crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "No way! Not gonna happen"

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun"

"Read my lips. N. O. No!"

"Okay, I get where you're coming from, but hear me out" She paused and listened just the slightest amount. Just enough for him to get through to her. "it has the separate segments to it. There's nothing but some zippers holding them together."

"And your point is?"

"Why don't you just try the shirt on first? If you don't like the way that feels, you could always back out

"Rumble, I really don't . . ."

"Please?"

"Rumble"

Then he put on his really big puppy dog eyes, pouted out his lip and got down on his knees, begging her to reconsider. "Pweeeeeeeeeeze" he cooed in the most heartmeltingly adorable way he could muster. And dammit! It worked. She couldn't say 'no' to that.

"Okay, fine" she conceded. "Just this once. Just know that I still don't trust this thing"

"Yay!" Rumble squealed

Author's Note

Yes, I know there still isn't any clop.

I promise there will be plenty in the next chapter.

But for now, take this little comedic bit of character building instead.

Hot and Bothered

Author's Note

Behold! The moment you've all been waiting for.

Clop! Clop! And more clop!

You're welcome.

Hope someone actually cums to this.

Hot and Bothered

Scootaloo really wasn't sure about this.

At all.

But Rumble kept shooting that expecting look at her, goading her on.

So, reluctantly, without any pomp or ceremony, she unzipped her black hoodie jacket and let it fall to the floor. Under her jacket, she wore only a plain white T-shirt.

Yet, Rumble kept eyeing her, practically begging her on. She could tell he wanted more.

"What the hell" she thought flippantly. "If I'm going through with this, might as well have some fun with it." And so, crossing her arms over her chest, she grabbed the bottom rim of her shirt. Slowly, tantalizingly, teasingly slow, she rolled her shirt up and over her head, turning it inside out, before spinning it in the air like a lasso and letting it fall to the ground as well.

All that was left was her sports bra . . . for now.

As she reached behind her back, trying to undo the buckle, Rumble chimed in "Hey Scoots?"

"Hmmm?"

"Let me help you with that" with a content sigh, Scootaloo let her hands fall to her waist as Rumble moved behind her.

She could feel a little tug in the cotton as he fiddled with the buckle. In her peripheral vision, she saw Rumble step to her right side, helping her shrug it off the rest of the way.

Scootaloo's upper half was now bare as a baby's bottom. So when Rumble slung an arm around her shoulder and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips, she cooed in delight. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more.

And so, she jumped in and gave him a massive smooch. As their lips locked together, and their tongues wrestled, Rumble hugged her even tighter, wrapping his torso around around her even tighter. And Scootaloo returned the favor.

But then, perhaps a little more boldly, he reached down and gave her left tit a playful little squeeze.

Scootaloo jumped. "Hey now" she said teasingly, "no need to hurry. we've got all night."

"I know" he replied with a knowing grin. Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

Then he let go of her, rushing to pick the suit up off of the floor. "So anyway" he continued, handing the suit to her "You agreed didn't you?"

She sighed again, heavier this time. Yes, she had agreed to it, but that didn't mean she wanted to. Hesitantly, first unzipped the pants, letting them fall to the ground. Next the mask. For neither one did she check to see what was inside.

Holding the shirt out in front of her, she shot Rumble a worried look. "You sure about this?" she grimaced.

"Absolutely" he replied, confident.

Hesitantly, turning the shirt around, getting ready. "Well, here goes nothing she thought as she lifted it up over her head and slipped her hands through the sleeves and into the gloves at the end. The zipper around the collar clanked against her teeth as she pulled her head through.

Letting the shirt fall around her waist, settling against her naked chest, something surprised her. Caught her off guard. Around the chest area, there were hundreds of little rubber nubs, grinding directly into her titty blubber. It was strange and exotic . . . but she kind of liked it. the constant stimulation, being applied directly to her hooters, was subtle yet noticeable. She shivered as slight electric tremors of pleasure ran down her spine.

She twisted and turned, trying to get a sense of what the latex felt like on her skin. It was cold, but smooth and soft to the touch. It glided over her skin like a cozy blanket.

Curious, she checked to see what if felt like to pick things up through the latex gloves, grabbing her shirt and bra off the ground, only to throw them back down. And she did likewise with other objects around the apartment, such as the half finished coffee mug on the little table text to the couch.

All the while, Rumble stood by and let her do her thing, getting used to it. After a minute or two, he piped in "So how's it feel?"

"Weird" she replied bluntly. "Very weird. But nice."

"Great to hear it" she heard him say, a confident smirk on his lips "You ready to put the rest on yet?" it wasn't a request. She could tell he fully expected for her to complete the ensemble, probably sooner rather than later.

"Maybe." she said, not committing one way or the other. Let me take a look first." Scootaloo picked the pants up off the floor, expecting it would be no big deal. However, upon peeking inside, she was much less sure of herself. There was no way those huge dildos would fit up her cunt, much less her ass. "Uuuuuuuum, Rumble. You wouldn't happen to have any lube would you?"

Rumble looked flustered. Taken aback. Wow, he wasn't kidding. He really hadn't thought this through "Ummm . . . no" he replied sheepishly.

Scootaloo was actually kind of surprised by her own reaction. Why was she so disappointed when, not even an hour earlier, she was so vehemently against the idea? She was still getting constant stimulation on her tits, so maybe she was just horny? She didn't know. All she knew was that she actually wanted to try it out now.

But it looked like that wasn't going to happen "It's okay" She conceded. "We can just go without it." She grabbed at the bottom of her kinky, latex shirt getting ready to take it off.

"NO!" Rumble countered forcefully. Then he backed off a little. "Oh, ahem. I mean, uh, no. Keep the shirt on. It looks good on you." Scootaloo was taken aback by that reaction. Rumble really, really seemed to want her to put that suit on, way more than he should have. She got that he was probably horny and knew that often made men do some really stupid stuff. But there seemed to something more at play then him just thinking with his dick. What was he planning?

But then, Rumble perked up out of nowhere. It was that look he got when he had an idea.

Rumble's ideas always ended horribly.

"By the way," he said. "I might not have any lube, but I think I know something else that could work."

She was inquisitive now, curious "What's your idea babe?"

He shot her a smirk and a sly wink. "I'll show you" he replied cryptically.

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Rumble had an idea. A beautiful, awful idea. But whether or not he could execute it well, that was yet to be seen.

For the first step, he needed to get Scootaloo undressed,

"Come sit down" he ordered, directing her to the couch "I'll help you get those boots off."

"No thanks, I got it" Scootaloo countered, bending over to untie the laces. Rumble was disappointed, but not resentful. And he didn't stand idly by to watch either. While Scootaloo was busy pulling those big boots off her feet, Rumble was undoing his belt buckle and the zipper on his jeans.

By the time Scootaloo's feet were bare, Rumbles pants were around his ankles. Kicking them off, he crept up behind Scootaloo, he hugged her around the waist, and unbuttoned her cargo shorts. Scootaloo seemed to appreciate his help as he hooked his thumbs inside her panties and let it all fall around her ankles.

But that wasn't all. Hugging her waist with his left arm, Rumble brought his right arm over by her crotch. Then with his forefinger, just for the hell of it, he gave a quick little flick to her clit.

She yelped in response, staring down in bewilderment, only to turn around and giggle seconds later. "Oh, two can play at that game" she joked as she turned to the side and gave him a hard noogie.

"Hey, not the hair! I just got it looking nice." Scootaloo laughed in response.

That was it. Now for the real fun. Backing away, Rumble took two steps over to the couch, ripping off his Wondercolts jersey as he did so, and flopped down. Slouching back all nice and comfy, he spread his legs eagle and teased "Why don't you come take a seat?"

Scootaloo grinned a knowing grin. "My pleasure" she moaned.

She sauntered up to him, swaying her hips, bent down, and loosely wrapped a hand around Rumble's semi-hard cock. She sucked his head only the slightest amount, barely enough for him to feel it at all, before licking his tip and pulling away, leaving him desperately wanting more.

Fortunately, he didn't need to wait long. Scootaloo climbed up on the sofa, standing next to him on the cushions. Facing outward, she stepped one foot over his lap, bent her knees down low, and shoved her ass right in Rumble's face. That cute, pert, athletic little ass with it's firm, tightly woven muscles. Rumble would even go so far as to say it was his favorite part about her appearance. Would that be shallow? He didn't know and he didn't really care. All he knew is he needed to fuck that booty pronto.

It didn't help matters when she started shaking her hips, sending that ass jiggling like jello. Her twerking behind filling his field of vision. And if that wasn't enough, there was also the smell. That strong, feminine musk, clouding Rumble's mind and driving him wild! He had to be careful. If he got too carried away, he might forget to keep the suit from going pony again. Yet, he was already at full mast, harder than stone.

Scootaloo seemed to notice as she looked back at him, biting her lip, and winked. She crouched as low as she could go. Wrapping her right hand around the base of his cock, she angled it, lining it up with her snatch, preparing to ride him silly when . . .

"Wait!" he interjected. Scootaloo paused, waited, and listened to what he had to say. "Not there" he continued on. Reaching a hand forward, he realigned his cock with her puckered anus instead.

Scootaloo was taken aback. "Are you sure?" she inquired "I don't think . . ."

"It'll fit" he interrupted. "Let's just . . . try it. Okay?" Scootaloo was less sure. He could tell. He could feel the tension in her body. But he knew she trusted him.

"Okay" she complied.

Falling onto her knees, she lowered her hips even more. Prodding her starfish against his tip, she pushed and pushed as hard as she could to make it go in.

But no luck. So she pushed some more, yet it still didn't work. So, to help, Rumble did two things at once. First, he willed the suit, or a least the part Scootaloo was wearing, to push her down even more than she was on her own. Second, he bucked his hips upwards, as high as he could.

The results were instantaneous. In one beautiful moment, Rumble's entire cock rammed deep into Scootaloo's back door. He was balls deep. Yet, in that moment, Scootaloo let out a blood curdling shriek. "Ow!".

Oh no, she was hurt. "Oh my goddess, are you okay?" Rumble asked, concerned. "I can pull out if you . . ."

"No" she cut him off, "no. It's okay. It's a little sore, but I think I'm getting used to it." She paused for a brief moment before continuing "But what the hell was that?!" she wondered aloud

"What was what?"

"That! I don't know. It felt like something pushed me down by my shoulders just a second ago"

Shit! He was being too obvious about it. He needed to try to lay low for now. And so, he played dumb. "Oh, well that's weird. But I didn't see anything."

"Hmm, me neither come to think of it. Weird. Guess I just imagined it." Oh whew! He really dodged a bullet there.

With that distraction out of the way, Scootaloo got back to the situation at hand. She started to bob up and down on Rumble's cock . . . slowly. Very slow. Very careful. She'd already tore up her insides a little. It hurt. It ached. she wasn't injured. But she still wanted to loosen up so as to not cause any more damage.

Yet, at the same time, Rumble was having the time of his life. Scootaloo's ass was so tight. It clenched. It pulsated. It squeezed his cock in just the right ways. He could even feel her heartbeat.

Driven by lust, Rumble cradled her body, reaching around her to gain access to her cunt. With one hand, he stuck out his pinky and pointer finger. He did this to establish some support as he shoved both his fingers in the middle deep into Scootaloo's cunt. He angled his fingers upwards, trying to find her G-spot.

When Scootaloo trembled in his arms, and her ass squeezed tight around his cock, he knew he'd found it. So, he stayed the course. He kept grinding his fingers into her G-spot as hard as he could. At the same time, he used his other hand to rub around her clit. Likewise, he willed the latex nubs, pushing into her tits to grow just a little bit longer. Dig in just a little bit deeper. Not too much, of course. Not enough that she'd really notice. But just enough to drive her wild.

And drive her wild it did. She was was really pounding his cock now, oscillating up and down and up and down, faster and faster. Harder and harder. Throwing caution to the wind.

Likewise, Rumble could feel his own orgasm was imminent, the more his skin ground against her inner tunnel, the stronger those lovely tingles got. And it couldn't go on forever.

More and more and more. He was getting close now. Right on the edge and . . . Oh! Oh-Ooooooh "Scoots, I'm gonna cum!" he groaned out

"I'm getting close too" she moaned

"Nnnggggggghhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he let out a powerful grunt as hot, thick ropes of sticky baby batter shot out of him. One rope. Then two. Then three. Then four. Gush after gush. It went on and on, seeming to have no end.

And yet, it did end, sooner than he would have like. But, for as short as it was, it was very satisfying. Rumble basked in one of the best afterglows he'd ever had It felt amazing. The residual tingles after such a big cum felt almost as good as what had come before, but dissipated over time. It was almost like the buildup to an orgasm, but in reverse. Yet, as Rumble started to cool down, Scootaloo was just heating up. "Oh, I think I'm about to cum" she moaned. "Oh Rumble, I'm. I'm . . ."

Wait, no! That wasn't the plan. No, not yet. In a moment of quick thinking, Rumble yanked his hand out of Scootaloo's cunt and pushed her off his cock with the forced of 12 oxen. Surprise, she yelped like a kicked puppy, falling off the edge of her orgasm in the wrong direction. She scarcely managed to catch her balance as she stumbling halfway across the room before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

Dazed, she shook her head and scanned her eyes around the room before locking on to Rumble. "What the hell?" she accused. "I was so close and you . . . you just ruined it!"

Rumble, embarrassed, shot her a sheepish look. "Sorry" he admitted. "I guess that was a little much. I kind of panicked." Standing up, he walked over to the suit's pants "But I was just thinking" he bent down, picked them up, and pointed at the dildos "wouldn't you rather finish off with these?"

Scootaloo looked at the dildos, then stared Rumble dead in the eyes. And she smiled. "I think I can do that."

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Scootaloo held the lower half of the suit in her hands. Rumble was right beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Leaning against him for support, she carefully slipped her left foot into one of the latex heels. Then her right foot. Maneuvering around the massive dongs as Rumble helped her to stay upright.

Yet, as soon as both her feet were secured in the rubber, Rumble cautiously let go. Scootaloo stumbled, holding her hands out to either side for balance before finally gaining some stability.

"You good? Can you stand up?" Rumble asked

"Yeah, I got it" she replied uncertainly. "Just gimme a sec" However, it wasn't a long wait. Once she found her footing, awkward as it was, she was already working at pulling the latex up her legs. Past her ankles, her calves, her knees. But then, about halfway up her thighs, she paused for a brief moment given the tip the larger dildo was less than an inch from her sex.

Then, tugging the latex upward, the dildo's head popped inside of her. She moaned in satisfaction.

Now the smaller dildo was prodding her anus. And 'smaller' was a relative term. It was still really freaking massive. Way bigger than Rumble's cock . . . and Rumble wasn't lacking in that department by any stretch.

It was tricky, getting the dildos to go inside of her. She had to alternate between tugging up on the sides of the pants and reaching down to push up on them from the bottom.

She thought the dildos looked way too big. That they'd never fit. She thought the rear dildo especially would hurt.

But it didn't hurt. Her pussy had already opened up naturally on it's own given how horny she was. She was miles from the edge (Rumble had made sure of that) but she was eager and aching for more.

As for her ass, even though Rumble's cock had stretched it out, loosened it up, there was still barely enough room for the dildo. It stretched her insides out even more then they already were. She was concerned the rubber would cause too much friction rubbing against her sensitive anal walls, but Rumble's cum provided all the lube she could need.

Still though, it wasn't easy.

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Observing the display before him, Rumble could tell she was struggling. Not one to stand idly by, he decided to help.

Falling onto one knee, he got low enough that he could reach the dildos from below. He made a big show of pushing on them. Shoving them deep into her love tunnels. Yet, it was just for show. In reality, he was actually willing the dildos to move on their own.

And move they did. In an instant both pleasure rods were shoved deep inside of her.

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"Oooooooooooooooohhhhh" she moaned, a deep throaty moan of pure bliss. It didn't hurt at all. It felt good. Oh, so good.

When she saw Rumble under her, she was delighted. She'd spread her legs to give him room and moved her hands out of the way, focusing instead on pulling the rest of the latex up her thighs.

But how could he have known he would have rammed the toys inside her so. damn. Quick?!

It was unprecedented. She never thought such a thing was possible. And OH, it felt. So. GOOD!!!

She was so stuffed. So full. It felt like she was being split open. The one in her butt went deeper than she would have thought possible. The one in her pussy was pushing against the furthest wall of her womb, stretching it out and filling it completely. She still wasn't anywhere close to the edge, but she was working her way up to it, and fast.

"Rumble!" she gasped "Help me get this zipper!" The zipper started at the back. She reached behind her but try as she might, she couldn't properly line up the two halves of the zipper. And the more she tried to fiddle with it, the more she twisted and turned. The more she twisted and turned with the pleasure polls buried inside of her, the more those lovely tingles shot through her whole body.

But then something incredibly surprising happened. The zipper zipped closed all by itself. Scootaloo was dumbstruck, speechless.

What?! Just what?! She couldn't understand it.

Yet, that wasn't the end of the weirdness. Suddenly, out of nowhere, both of the dildos started to vibrate. Hard. Fast.

And then they started thrusting in and out of her, stretching her out. Pushing in even deeper then they already were. It felt like a jack hammer was chiseling away at her. No, two jack hammers. They were alternating. When one dildo went in, the other came out. But not too far out. She was always completely full in some way.

Meanwhile, the nubs on her boobs started moving as well. They fluttered and flittered, tickling her already sensitive blubber. And something she couldn't quite identify grabbed onto her nipples and twisted them. likewise something similar was happening to her clit.

She was weak. She was wrecked. And given the steep, narrow heels on her feet, she lost her balance, and fell on her side.

From the floor, she caught sight of Rumble. A sly smirk spread across his lips. "R-R-Rumble?!" she moaned out "W-Wh-What's going oooooonnn?!" Suddenly, the vibrators kicked up to an even higher gear "Aaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiii" she squealed. Rumble shot her a wink.

Then a realization struck her. "A-A-A-A-Ar-re you d-doing t-this?!" "H-H-How . . ."

He simply put a finger to her lips "Shhhhhhhh"

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Rumble was pleased with his handiwork. However, he had still blown his cover. He'd given himself away. And Scootaloo would definitely have questions.

But those could wait till later,

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Scootaloo could only watch helplessly as the mask literally floated toward her through the air. She was equal parts confused, terrified, and desperately, unbelievably horny. She needed to cum, RIGHT. NOW!!!

Yet, she was still teetering close to the edge but not quite there, her body refusing to let her fall over. So clouded with lust was her mind that when another rather large black dildo prodded at her lips, she didn't fight against it. In fact she welcomed it.

She opened her mouth wide, popping open her throat as much as she could, throwing her head back. As it entered her mouth, it tasted like cherry for some reason. She sucked and moaned and moaned and sucked. A blubbering heap of pure bliss.

And then the world went black.

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Rumble's headache was coming back. On it's own, it didn't take much effort to keep the suit out of pony mode. But combined with everything else he was doing to it, what he was doing to her, even that little bit of extra effort was too much.

And so, he let go. The moment the mask had slid onto Scootaloo's head and Rumble closed the zipper, he let the whole suit revert back to it's original state.

The eye-holes disappeared in the mask. The face pushed back out into a muzzle. The ears reappeared. As well as the mane, the tail, the round, plastic wings. All of it.

But something much more important had also changed back.

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Scootaloo couldn't see. She was covered head to toe in a cocoon of pure pleasure. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire, just begging to be put out by her wonderful, sticky juices.

But she noticed the suit suddenly felt different. There was Something was sticking off of the face. Something on her head, but she couldn't tell what it was. Not to mention whatever was on her back.

And was that a tail? What the fuck?!

But nothing stuck out to her more than the fact the dildos changed shape. Suddenly they had an even thicker perimeter than before. The tips had flattened out. And a thick ring had manifested near the middle. In her throat, the dildo was now partially blocking her airway, making it much harder to breathe, especially given the limited air in the mask anyway.

In her pussy, that ring was grinding right into her G-spot, pushing her even closer to the edge then she already was.

She let out a muffled moan.

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As he watched the erotic display before him, Rumble felt some pleasure as well. Via his connection to the suit, he could feel every tensed muscle in her biceps, her thighs or her abdomen. Every time her pussy pulsated and quivered. Every time she clenched her ass. Every time she sucked the dildo in her mouth or ran her tongue along it. Rumble felt all of it. And it felt good. Indescribable even.

He was jacking off, pleasuring himself on top of the incredible pleasure from the suit.

He wanted more. He never wanted the pleasure to end, so he did away with the zippers. They disappeared as the latex on either side melted together and fused into one unbroken piece, trapping Scootaloo in prison of ecstasy.

As Rumble grew closer to his own climax, he could feel Scootaloo was close as well

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The pounding. The thrusting. The vibrations. The pulling and twisting. The tickling of the skin on her tits, and the soft tug of the latex everywhere else.

It was too much for Scootaloo to handle. And the closer Scootaloo got to that elusive, wonderful edge, the tighter the latex got. The more greedily it clung to her.

How long would it last for? Would she trapped in this purgatory? Teetering on the edge forever? Or woul . . . Oh. Oh OH!!! Here it comes!!! "Ah fuck yes!!! I'm cumming!!!! Finally!!!!

That's what she thought anyway, but what she really said was

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"Mmmmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh" Rumble heard her moan. But it wasn't what he heard that mattered to him. It was what he felt.

When he felt was Scootaloo's juices spraying against the inside of the suit at 400 miles per hour.

That was enough to push him over the edge as well. Powerful spurt after powerful spurt covered everything from Scootaloo's thighs to her chin. In a moment of brilliant synchronicity, without thinking twice, he willed the suit to do the same.

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Scootaloo's mind was nonexistent. She couldn't think. Only feel. She was in nirvana, cloud nine. The extent of her pleasure was so great that nothing could ever compare to it. She was at peace. Content. Satisfied with how she was right here, right now. With no room for anything else.

Yet, somewhere in the back of what little was left of her awareness, she vaguely registered as something wet and sticky and warm shot deep inside of her. Up her ass. Down her throat. Into her womb.

Through the intense, strenuous pleasure, the scarcity of oxygen finally got to her.

She passed out.

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Basking in his second afterglow of the night, Rumble savored the feeling as his second, third and fourth cocks all shot a silicone based lube deep inside of Scootaloo. He didn't technically need to fuck her ass earlier, he realized. But hell, he wanted to. And so he did.

As both of their minds melted from the pleasure, the suit started to melt physically. It lost it's solidity, becoming a liquid. And it acted like one. But it didn't drip off of her. It stuck to itself. It clung together. Not a single drop was lost.

It soaked into Scootaloo's skin. It flowed down into her stomach, her pussy and her ass. as she lay flat on the ground.

From there, it leached into her blood, finding openings through her sore, bruised anus and her thin womb. It Spread through her whole body. Molding her. Shaping her. Recreating her in it's own image

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Scootaloo woke up some time later.

The first thing she noticed was that the suit had somehow vanished. That smooth, wonderful rubber was gone. She couldn't feel it at all now. The second thing she noticed was that she still incredibly horny. Her tits felt like they were still on fire, even now. Her pussy was aching and quivering. Her ass throbbing.

As a test, she stuck a finger into her mouth, rubbing her gums. Even that felt really good.

Wait a minute. Why did her fingers feel so fuzzy? She was much more alert now, looking around the room. She saw that Rumble was passed out like a log in the floor. Her left ear twitched as his annoying snores permeated the room. She decided not to bother trying to wake him.

Wait, she couldn't wiggle her ears. And why were they so far up on her skull? Come to think of it, what was that she felt on her back?

Sitting up, she reached behind her shoulders with one hand . . . and felt feathers. Her feathers. She had wings. Very small wings.

Okay, what the hell was going on? Mirror. She needed a mirror. She tried to stand up, only to fall back down again. She looked down at her feet, only to see, to her horror, her feet were gone. Where they should have been was only a blunt stump.

What the hell?

She tried to stand up again, much more carefully this time. With slow cautious steps, leaning against the wall for support, she eventually made her way to the bathroom. Now at the door frame, leaning on it instead, she flipped on the light-switch.

She did not expect what she saw. Staring back at her was an image that looked like her but also didn't. It had her same orange skin (or was that fur?) and magenta hair. But that's where the similarities ended. Her hair was all concentrated into a big bush in the middle, like a mane. Her mouth and nose were fused together; pushed out into a muzzle.

She was in bizzaroland, staring at a fun-house mirror version of herself. A weird, anthro horse version. When she waved her much too fuzzy hand in front of her, it did too. When she winked, it winked. When she saw it's horse ear twitch, she also felt it.

"What the fuck?" she mumbled under her breath.

It was definitely her reflection. It even looked like her . . . Sort of. But it wasn't her. It couldn't be . . .

Could it?

Revelation

Author's Note

Hi everyone. I know you had to wait a little bit longer for this chapter. Sorry about that.

Thing is, I'm currently in college, and I'm trying to work on a big research paper at the moment for one of my classes. On top of that. I also just got a part time job because College is not cheap. At all.

Unfortunately, that means I won't have as much time as I'd like to work on this fic. After all, it is porn. I can't exactly write it in class or on my lunch break at work.

However, I'll still continue with this story however and whenever I can. Just know that from now on updates might be a lot less frequent and a lot more erratic.

Again, I'm sorry.

Hope you like this chapter though

Revelation

"Why? How? What? What?! Just WHAT?!" Scootaloo thought to herself as she saw her pony eye twitch in the mirror.

She couldn't begin to comprehend the twisted bizarro nightmare she had suddenly found herself trapped in. She was scared. Confused. And more than a little worried about what this surprising turn of events would mean for her in the future.

"Wait a minute. A nightmare! That must be what this is. I'm asleep. Oh, thank the goddess. So all I gotta do is pinch myself and I'll wake up right?" She pinched her arm, and nothing happened. It just hurt a little bit . . . and felt weirdly good at the same time.

"No. Nonononono" she restlessly muttered under her breath, trying to be quiet. "No, that can't be right. I should wake up now. Come on Scootaloo. Wake up. WAKE UP!!!" She continued, much louder now as started slapping her face.

COME ON!!! WAKE UP!!! She whisper screamed as she tried to literally bang her head against the bathroom wall . . . only to bonk her muzzle.

And still nothing. She didn't wake up. She was still trapped in this hell. Trapped in a body that wasn't hers. It just hurt. It hurt in a way she'd never felt pain before because she'd never had a fucking muzzle before now.

"Oh goddess, this isn't a dream is it?" she realized to her dismay, letting herself slide down the wall, flopping onto her aching bottom. "This is real?!"

No. Nonononono. She wasn't okay with it. All sorts of thoughts raced through her head. What about Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom? She was a freak. Would they still accept her as a Crusader like this? Oh, how she hoped so. She didn't have anyone else. Not after that car accident eight years ago when she was 10 . . .

She shook her head. No no. She could worry about that later. No time to get stuck in one of her depressing, downward spirals again. Right now, she had to figure out what the hell had happened to her and how to fix it. There had to be some way to get back to normal, right? There just had to be.

"Okay, okay. Just retrace your steps Scootaloo. You can figure this out."

In the process of her mental ramblings, she had distracted herself from how horny she was. But her pussy quivered. It ached. It throbbed. She was sooo horny.

No no no. Not now. She had more important things to worry about than sex.

"So, let's see," she pondered, rubbing her chin, trying to keep her mind off of sex. But that was a loosing battle. "Last thing I remember, I was wearing that sex suit. It felt really, really good and . . ." Her pussy throbbed. She felt cramps coming from her crotch. Every instinct was telling her to go wake Rumble up and fuck him silly right now.

"No. No. Stop it Scootaloo. Later! Not now!" Instead, she opted to start rubbing her labia. That too had changed, to her surprise. What once had been a cute, tight little slit was now framed by a massive ring of flesh. Not to mention her clit. It was a big round button that stuck out way too far. She gave it a little test flick . . . and almost came just from that.

"Ugh, where was I again?" she wondered as she started exploring her new anatomy more. she started rubbing circles around her new, huge labia while bracing herself against the wall with her left hand. And much more gently this time. She wanted to actually enjoy it a little first.

Out of curiosity, she paused in her ministrations to examine her anus. Yep. That had a weird flesh ring too, this one in a donut shape. And oh goddess, that felt good too. Why did it feel so good?

As she kept on masturbating, she continued her train of thought. "So somehow, the suit started doing stuff on it's own. It was vibrating and the dildos were fucking me and . . . Her pussy quivered and throbbed. Her ass ached. Her tits were sore. She needed to fuck something right now!!!

But she didn't want to wake Rumble. That wouldn't be fair to him. He needed his rest. She should really get back to sleep too come to think of it. If she could.

Wait, Rumble! That was it. He was controlling the suit earlier wasn't he? He had that cocky smirk on his face. She'd seen that smirk before. She knew what it meant.

And she knew magic was a thing too. It was hard to miss with everything she had witnessed first hand.

But Rumble wasn't magic was he? He couldn't be. She'd known him for over two years now and she'd never seen him do anything compatible to what happened last night.

Why would hide something like that from her? It was huge!

Her pussy quivered and throbbed again, this time squirting her juices all over the floor beneath her as she tended to her aching clit. Okay, fuck manners. She decided she should wake him up and they should go at it RIGHT NOW!!!

Yet, before she could even move an inch, a blinding flash of light filled the bathroom accompanied by a loud popping noise. Scootaloo was so caught off guard, she nearly fell over, just barely managing to brace herself against the wall and avoid it.

From the other room, she heard Rumble mutter "Wh-wha . . ." under his breath, bolting upright . . . before immediately flopping back down and going right back to snoring.

Scootaloo was actually kind of worried he'd wake up, but apparently, he really was a heavy sleeper after all.

Yet, to her surprise, she saw a rolled up letter floating in the air right in front of her.

It read:

Dear Scootaloo,

I am sure that you have plenty of questions.

Meet me at the horse statue before sunrise and I will answer them for you.

Your good fried,

Discord

Scootaloo furrowed her brow, perplexed. "Who the hell is Discord?" she wondered.

Then the letter burst into flames.

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She stared in shock at the pile of ash before her. As if this night wasn't already weird enough! Screw sex! That could wait till later. Apparently, there was something much more important to worry about.

Then her pussy throbbed again. No no. It couldn't wait. She felt so empty. She needed something up her cunt right away. She couldn't even fucking think at the moment.

As a test, Scootaloo moved away from the wall, testing to see how well she could use her new legs. But it was only by just an inch or two but still hanging close by in case she fell.

One shaky step. Then two. Then three. The more she tried walking on hooves, the more she got the hang of keeping her balance.

She was actually starting to get the hang of it. She backed away from the wall just a little further as she grew a little more confident in her sense of balance. But she still needed to be careful. She got the distinct sense that bipeds were never meant to walk on hooves.

Before she knew it, she was back in the kitchenette. The clock said 5:37. It would only be an hour or so till the sun rose. Did she really have time?

Her pussy ached. It throbbed. No way, she didn't care. Fuck fuck fuck. She needed to fuck right now. Screw everything else.

Throwing caution to the wind, with nothing but the thought of Rumble's hard, throbbing cock and her own lust filling her mind, she tried to take off at a sprint toward Rumble . . . only to fall flat on her face.

Her pussy throbbed again. She really wanted to go at it right then and there. But even though every instinct was telling her to say fuck all to everything else and start breeding like a rabbit, that smack to the face helped her to come to her senses. No, it could wait. Though she hated to admit it, there were things that mattered so much more to her at the moment than sex. She needed answers. She needed to know how she'd ended up in this predicament in the first place and, if at all possible, how to get out of it.

And so, reluctantly, Scootaloo struggled to stand up, sticking her hands out for balance, cautiously trotted around Rumble, and picked her clothes up off the floor . . . or at least some of them. Just her boots, her green cargo pants and her black hoodie jacket. The rest could wait until later. She wasn't going far and she probably wouldn't be gone long.

Besides, it was the middle of the night. Who would see her without panties on anyway? And come to think of it, why did that thought turn her on so much?

"No no no. Bad Scootaloo! Stay focused." she mentally scolded herself. She flopped down on the couch for extra support as she tried to slip her pants on, only to end up grinding her pussy into the plush (if worn) fabric. She was so sensitive down there. It tingled so much!!! No no. Focus.

She slid the pants up her legs without too much trouble . . . until she her glutes. Shit, it looked like that was another thing that had changed. Her butt was massive. She was thicc as fuck. She struggled to pull her pants up the rest of the way, and just barely managed it. They did fit, but it was a tight squeeze. And they had been so baggy the day before.

And the way the rough flannel pushed against her dripping folds and squished her aching rump . . . it hurt. But it also gave her a little bit of stimulation at the same time, clouding her thoughts even more and making her even more horny. Even the parts that rubbed against her legs felt good. It seemed that her whole body had become one giant erogenous zone and any stimulation at all, anywhere would turn her on. She moaned under her breath.

There was also the issue of her tail. She didn't want it showing, so she was forced to stuff it down her left pant leg. It was so uncomfortable, but she just had to deal with it. the less she drew attention to herself, the better.

Next came the jacket. She slipped it onto her arms no problem, those hadn't changed much, save for the fur. Yet when she tried to pull it onto her back, she found it was crushing her wings. That too was a mixed of pained arousal. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but the pressure on her new appendages sent a tingling sensation straight into her spine with every slight movement of the soft cotton against them.

Then she tried to zip up her jacket only to hit her next roadblock. It turned out her tits had apparently jumped from an A cup all the way up to a D cup overnight. They were massive. They jiggled and bounced with every slight movement she made. She doubted her bra would even fit now. Hell, she could barely even manage to get her jacket's zipper to go up. And even then, it squeezed her tits, flattening them out at least some.

That too was uncomfortable, but it also stimulated her at the same time. She let out another soft moan of pleasure under her breath. Her brain was a fog. "What a, I doing again?" she wondered "Why am I getting dressed?"

"Oh right, that letter! Come on Scootaloo, concentrate." she shook her head, trying desperately to cut through the potent mix of horniness and sleepiness which sought to cloud her judgement. But she wouldn't let that stop her. All that was left to put on were her boots.

Surprisingly enough, these were incredibly easy to slip on. The hardest part would be getting them to stay on though.

Sitting up on the edge of the couch cushion, she slipped one hoof into her left boot then the other into her right. She tight the laces as tight as she could on both. She knew that without the proper leverage that were her feet, it would be too easy for them to slip out.

Carefully, she stood up. With one experimental step, then another, she felt the as the boot was pulled down by gravity, threatening to slip off. But her knots held around her ankles, much higher up then they should have been. The boots weren't going anywhere.

In fact, the thick sturdy material they were made out of actually gave her some extra support in her step, making it easier to walk. she didn't quite have the same balance she would have liked, but it was as close as she was going to get right now. And maybe that was enough.

Cautiously, she minced her way back to the bathroom to examine her work. As she did so, she pulled her hood up. flattening her weird ears against her head and pulling the strings tight.

She looked at her reflection, turned around and checked herself from different angles. If she kept her hood closed tight, her head down and her fuzzy hands in her pockets, she almost looked normal. Her muzzle still stuck out a little too far and her wings and tail still created huge bulges through the fabric which she couldn't get rid of.

But it would have to do for now.

Carefully, and as quietly as she could with her obnoxious hooves clipping and clopping everywhere, she made her way to the front door. On the way out, she stole a throw pillow from Rumble's couch and slipped it under his head. It was the least she could do for him.

She rolled her shoulders, cricked her neck, and with a heavy, affirmative sigh, she stepped out into the night air.

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On her way out the door, she briefly considered taking er scooter. it would be quicker after all. But ultimately decided against it. What if someone recognized it? No. No way, she couldn't draw attention to herself. Not looking like she did.

And so, she went on foot . . . er, hoof. It was slow and unsteady. Though her boots definitely helped, she was still trying to balance on something she wasn't used to.

And how slow she went. She was gradually making progress, sure. But by the time she'd been walking for 15 minutes, she was only halfway done with what would otherwise have been a 10 minute trek. All the while, the chilly night air was ruffling the fabric of her clothing, subtly caressing her already much too sensitive flesh. Driving her wild.

But then it got worse

"C'mon baby, give it to me" she heard and felt herself say in a slow, husky voice.

Scootaloo was confused. Why had she said that? She'd never thought it.

Then, suddenly, she felt something soft and warm prodding at her pussy. "Oh yes, shove it in me baby" she felt herself scream. Scootaloo didn't even have time to react before she felt something that felt suspiciously like Rumble's cock ram deep inside of her. "Yes!" she screamed "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!" Scootaloo cringed at the words pouring out of her mouth which she couldn't control, worried she would wake up the whole city as she felt the meat rod start sliding in and out of her.

All the while, she kept walking. Just hoping and praying if she could get to that statue, then somehow, whoever wanted to meet her would be able to stop this.

She felt a hand grab her left tit, fondling it. Caressing it. Yet, when she looked down, nothing was there. "Yes!" she felt herself cry, her throat now sore "Fill me baby! Fill me with your cum!"

She was getting close to the school now. Just a few more yards. About the length of a football field. Her legs trembled under the crippling shock-waves of pleasure coursing through her. Yet, she couldn't allow herself to give up. Not now. Not when she was so close.

"Oh yes! Fuck fuck fu . . . mmmmmphhhhh" she felt herself moan against her will as what felt like another pair of lips pressed against hers."

Just feet away now, her legs gave out as she trembled, wracked by wave after wave of intense tremors of pleasure. She moaned and gasped under the assault of someone she couldn't see and couldn't push away . . . crawling now.

Inches away now. She was right on the edge of orgasm, and so close to her destination. Soon, even the strength to crawl left her as she flopped onto her back right next to the statue and with her last bit of energy, she reached out to touch it.

Suddenly a bright purple light emanated from the front of the statue as an incredible orgasm wracked Scootaloo's body "Oooooooohhhh Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkk" she moaned out, this time of her own accord.

Scootaloo was spent. She couldn't move. She couldn't do anything. Yet before she could lose consciousness, a grinning grey, equine face greeted her, with a single, razor sharp fang and glowing yellow eyes. "Why hello there" Discord greeted her.

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Scootaloo just groaned, lying motionless on her back on the hard concrete. Filling her vision something she couldn't have envisioned in her wildest dreams appeared. A haphazard assortment of goddess knows what, serpentine in shape, just when she thought things couldn't get any weirder.

And yet, she couldn't bring herself to care. With a grunt and a tremendous effort, she just barely found the strength to prop herself up on one arm, turning to face this . . . whatever it was. "So you're Discord?" she asked

"Yes, it is I! the one and only Discord, god of chaos and disharmony, at your service" he boasted, dipping down into an exaggerated bow as he tipped a bowler hat which appeared out of nowhere.

She shook her head, dazed. "Where did he . . . you know what? Not even gonna question it she thought.

"Oh and how that portal is fun. Not that I need it of course" discord continued as a halo appeared over his head.

"uuuuuuuuuhhhh . . . what?"

Oh you're right. I am getting side tracked. I suppose you have some questions?" a notebook and quill pen suddenly appeared in his hands . . . or were those claws? Paws? Whatever! Doesn't matter.

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow "Uh, yeah. First of all, how the hell do you know my name?"

Discord rolled his eyes, "Ugh, Rumble asked that same question the same way and it was just as rude then too."

Discord snapped his talons and suddenly, in a blinding flash of white light, Scootaloo was lying on a therapists couch . . . floating in midair. Nope, not gonna question it.

"But to answer your question, I have met your Equestrian counterpart a number of times. It only seemed natural that you would have the same name.

Oh right, the world of ponies was a thing. Damn, four years later and she still wasn't used to that. "You know Rumble?" she inquired.

"Oh I do, and what a character he is. That's what I came here to tell you about actually." Scootaloo sat up intently, her pony ears standing at attention, ready to listen. "You are well acquainted with Rumble's new toy I presume?" A sinking feeling of dread dropped into the pit of her stomach. Dammit, she knew what was happening to her must have had something to do with that. But how?

"Mhmm" she simply said, giving a cautious little nod.

But then . . . "ah fuuuck! Give me that throbbing meat stick!!!" Scootaloo felt herself scream. Her arms darted up to cover her mouth again as she felt something warm and hard ram deep into her pussy again. Shit, not again!

"Wait what?" Discord asked confused.

The ghost cock started ramming in and out of her, driving her mad "Oh yes baby! Fuck me hard!!!" she felt herself scream out, her hands doing nothing to block the sound. Scootaloo glanced down. Her pants were already soaked through with her juices. She whimpered, just wanting this nightmare to end and for everything to go back to normal.

"Hold on one moment" Discord calmly commanded as everything around her suddenly froze in place. She no longer felt any wind on her face. The trees around the school stopped rustling their leaves. Even the crickets went silent.

And most importantly, Scootaloo was left sitting there with the ghostly feeling of a cock still rammed deep within her love canal.

Discord was staring intently into empty space. It looked like he was inspecting something. Something she couldn't see. Then after a few moments in that awkward limbo, discord seemed to perk up "Ah, I see the problem" Suddenly, a large translucent glowing purple bubble of magic appeared around them, stretching 100 feet in every direction, encompassing the two of them as well as part of statue.

Then time restarted. Once again, she felt the wind on her face and the sounds of the early morning kicked back into full gear. And to her surprise, her pussy felt empty. What a pity. She'd almost enjoyed that. "What was that?" she asked, pointing to the big bubble surrounding them.

"That, my little orange friend, is a privacy bubble. It will make us invisible to any onlookers" and it did, she saw a man in sweat pants and a tank top, walking his golden retriever on the other side of the street. He just continued on, not paying them any attention. "It should also block Rumble's influence over you. We shouldn't have any interruptions."

"wai . . . Rumble's influence . . . what the hell is going on here. Please explain. Right now!"

"Just a moment, hold your horses" Discord continued, suddenly sitting on a large rocking horse that looked suspiciously like a pony version of her. "I was just getting to that" Suddenly, in a flash of light, a copy of the sex suit from earlier appeared right in front of her. "You are familiar with this correct?" he continued, floating the suit right into her face for emphasis.

Scootaloo pushed it away, "That's not what it looks like"

"Actually, it is . . . or it was anyway." Scootaloo raised an eyebrow "You don't know the first thing about how magic works do you?"

"No, of course! I wouldn't be here if I did" she snapped, irritated.

Discord sighed, the rocking horse disappearing as he reappeared next to the suit. "Well alright, I suppose I will have to start with the basics." Scootaloo gestured for him to continue. "I assume you are familiar with the concept of matter?"

"Duh"

"Well I was just checking. Different universe and all." Discord paused for a brief moment before continuing. "Now something that is true not only in this world but in any world is that matter has, oh how shall I say this . . . I suppose you could call it it's "true form" so to speak."

"Where are you going with this"

"Hold on, hold on. I am getting to that." Discord rubbed a tense talon down his face, stretching it out, and looking very annoyed. "What I mean to say is that if the suit appeared differently when you first saw it, it must be because Rumble was holding it in that different shape. You see, in the absence of magic, matter will always naturally revert to it's true form." Suddenly the suit disappeared "Even with magic, it often takes a continuous, concentrated effort to hold it in a different shape."

"oooooookay" Scootaloo deadpanned "But that still doesn't explain why I look like this" she continued, gesturing to her body.

"Well, there are actually two answers to that." Scootaloo's pony ears perked up, listening intently. "Firstly, I've found that when humans in this world come into contact with Equestrian magic, for some reason, they take on characteristics of their pony counterparts. Ears, tails, wings and horns." Discord said, suddenly taking a pony appearance with both wings and a unicorn horn.

"Oh, you mean like the Rainbooms!" Scootaloo exclaimed, excited now.

Discord reverted back to his original, serpentine shape with a questioning look "The what now?"

"The Rainbooms. They're this band I like. I've seen them do that on stage. You've got Twilight and Pinkie, oh, and especially Rainbow Dash"

"Oh, you mean the element bearers. So their human counterparts started a band now did they?" A cordless microphone appeared in Discord's claw "Well that's 'band-tastic" Suddenly, a second Discord appeared right behind the original sitting at a huge drumset. Ba dum tss

Scootaloo facepalmed.

"But anyway" he continued the other Discord disappearing. "That is only part of the reason. There is more to it"

"I'm listening"

"You see, when I gave Rumble that suit yesterday, I also gave him a little bit of my own chaos magic. The magic that allows me to bend reality to my will." Discord held out his lion paw, palm facing up as a small purple flame appeared above it. "Or at least a heavily modified version of it."

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying that I have given that little friend of yours the ability to do whatever he wanted with that suit. And it appears that just after you fell unconscious last night, Rumble turned that suit into a liquid and it got in your blood. But unlike yours truly, that little friend of yours isn't powerful enough to magically transform objects permanently. So when Rumble passed out as well, the suit tried to revert to it's true form." Discord casually strolled up to her and tickled her under the chin with his talon. "But it looks like it took you with it."

"Wait, you're not saying . . . no. No way! Do you mean that . . . 'thing' is inside of me"

"Pretty much. And since Rumble controls the suit, that means he controls you now too"

"No! Ew! Gross! Get it out! Get it out!" Discord just laughed at her discomfort.

"Well I could dear, but what fun would that be?"

"Fun?! Is this some game to you?! My life is ruined!"

"Is it? Oh well" Discord deflected.

"You asshole! You did this to me! Turn me back right now!"

"Oh Scootaloo, I'm hurt. I did no such thing."

"Yes you did. If you didn't give Rumble that suit, none of this would have happened!"

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be? Fine. Look at it this way" Discord circled around Scootaloo "If I gave you a knife" suddenly a large butcher knife appeared in Scootaloo's hand "And you used it to stab someone" Instantly, the knife was covered in blood and what appeared to be Rainbow Dash's corps was lying on the ground right in front of her "Would you way that was my fault"

Scootaloo was speechless, dropping the knife to the ground. This was going to far.

"No, of course not" Discord continued, not letting her respond. That same knife, now clean appeared in his talon. "You could have used it to cut celery." And he did exactly that on a little wooden cutting board floating in front of him "Possibly to feed some hungry orphans. You know how that is don't you."

Okay, now he'd struck a nerve. Scootaloo had been living on the streets for years after her parents died, learning to survive on her own, dumpster diving for food with little more than a cardboard box in an alley for shelter. That was the reason she'd started using a scooter to get around; a cheep little thing she'd dug up at Goodwill after finding a $20 bill on the street.

Thankfully, when she'd started attending CHS, the Apples were kind enough to let her crash on their couch, in exchange for helping out around the farm. And that's how it had been ever since.

Scootaloo was pissed. "How the hell do you know what happened last night anyway?"

"Because I put a tracking spell on that suit of course. And I attached the same spell to the little bit of magic I gave to Rumble as well. I can see everything that either of you do."

"So you were spying on us?!"

"That is one way to look at it. I prefer to think that I'm cheering you on" Discord was now wearing a spinner cap, a big foam finger, and an orange football jersey with Scootaloo's face on it. Or her new pony face at least.

"Oooooookaaaay . . ." Scootaloo deadpanned. "But why? Why did you have to bother us at all?"

"Because I was bored of course!" Discord groaned. Suddenly, the therapist couch disappeared from Under Scootaloo. She fell hard onto the rough cement as Discord started casually tossing a football back and forth with . . . himself.

"You were bored" she deadpanned some more, tending to her bruised elbow.

"Yes! Oh, how I used to loved spreading all sorts of chaos all the time through the land the ponies call Equestria. But 'Princess Celestia' made it very clear if I ever did that again, they would turn me to stone . . . for the third time." Scootaloo was barely listening. She just wanted to get back to normal, pronto. "Not that I'd want to actually hurt anypony anyway. I understand the value of friendship. But I still want some excitement now and then, you know?" he droned on as he passed an underhanded throw to his double.

"Celestia didn't say anything about this world though. I'm not the biggest fan of the biped look myself, but this world has a version of all the ponies in Equestria. I just couldn't pass up such an opportunity. And oh, how it feels good to stretch my magic muscles again!"

"Enough Discord!" Scootaloo snapped. "Turn me back to normal! Right now!"

"Oh I don't think I will my dear. Why don't you go ask that coltfiend of yours. I am certain he could help you." A pair of scissors appeared in Discord's talon. He used them to tear a hole open in the fabric of space-time. Through it, Scootaloo saw a grassy field with a handful of surprisingly small trees dotted around. In that field were three fillies, two that looked surprisingly similar to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom . . . And one that looked just like her.

They all turned to look at the portal, surprised. "Oh, by the way, I just thought I should tell you that I put a sound blocking spell around Rumble's apartment. Feel free to get as loud as you want in there" Discord winked at her.

Suddenly, Scootaloo's clothing disappeared, leaving her butt naked in the chilly night air. Without the support of her boots, she couldn't keep her balance. She collapsed onto her hands and knees.

"Take care Scootaloo" Discord said, stepping through the portal

"Wait, no! Don't go yet!" Scootaloo screamed. But it was in vain. The portal disappeared, leaving Scootaloo trembling, scared, naked and alone in an empty schoolyard.

And then the magic bubble disappeared.

Suddenly, Scootaloo felt the full force of three cocks ramming in and out of every hole she had. She felt her body rocket to the edge of orgasm, going from 0 to 100, faster than she could blink. "Oooooohhh fuuuuuuccckkkk I'm cummmmmiiiinnggg!!!" She felt herself moan around the ghost cock in her mouth, not of her own accord as her juices sprayed across the cement and grass.

Scootaloo was spent. She knew she should be worried that someone might see her or that they had heard her ruckus. Yet, right at that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. She curled up into a ball. It was almost comfortable, this little cement corner between the sidewalk and the statue. Maybe she should just let go and . . . fall . . . asleep.

But she couldn't. The next thing Scootaloo knew, her body was acting on it's own accord. She felt herself stand up, seeing the ground fall lower into her field of vision. She saw and felt her right hand wave in front of her face, palm facing toward her. Then she felt her hand clench into a fist. And open. And close. And open again. She tried to resist, but her efforts had no effect. Then, to her horror, she felt her self turn and start walking. Back toward Rumble's house. Butt naked. In Public. Looking like a weird horse thing.

Scootaloo wanted to scream.