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.