Fantasy Suit

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.