Fantasy Suit

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.