Hot Swap

The morning sun filtered through the trees onto a warm, wet earth below. Having a powerful rainstorm was just what the thirsty plants and trees needed. Many children and other foals were out and about playing already. Because of the accidental damages from whipping up such a storm there were crews out collecting debris and a call went out to delay all schools until 11am.

Applebloom took the opportunity to sit down and gulp some ice water. Yesterday was perhaps the most amazing, unforgettable day of her life and she needed some time to play mental catch-up. Thanks to her diligence she had managed to brew a perfect potion for her and Rumble to share, and thanks to her sister, they’d managed to accidentally drink each others intended drink, turning herself into a huge horny stud and Rumble into a small horny slut.

The antidote potion she brewed last night seemed to have sort of worked. Applebloom leaned back in her chair and admired her body. She had woken up fully female once again, but not quite the same body before she started this whole mess. For one she was much taller at six-foot-two and had a much nicer build. Perhaps she was even stronger than Scootaloo. Applebloom flexed her bicep and admired the bulging muscle. Definitely stronger- an only an inch shorter than her athletically minded friend. Even her breasts and butt were much nicer! The bra she had on belonged to her ‘little’ sister and it was too tight on her.

“Hey Applebloom, you feeling better?” Sweetie Belle approached from her left, conservatively dressed in a long skirt and a tight top buttoned up the front, carrying a cute umbrella emblazoned with her cutie mark.

“I feel much better, thanks,” Applebloom said, grinning ear to ear.

“Good,” Sweetie Belle closed the umbrella and took a seat next to her friend. “I hate to say it, but it looks like you kind of destroyed the restroom over there,” she motioned to the ladies restroom, which had an out of order sign taped to the front.

“Hehe… uhh,” Applebloom blushed. “Bathroom emergencies do happen. Is Scoots going to be here? Ah’ve got something to tell both of you once she shows up.”

“I don’t see why she wouldn’t. We get breakfast here almost every day,” Sweetie Belle’s horn lit up and grabbed some menus from the nearby waiters trolley. “I wonder what to get…” she scanned the menu with interest, and then looked up when a shadow crossed over the table. “Oh there’s Scootaloo!”

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom waved, and while doing so Sweetie caught a sight of Applebloom’s arm, and then really looked over the rest of her.

“Hey Applebloom… you look, different?” began Sweetie Belle, right as Scootaloo landed in front of them.

“Hey guys!” Scootaloo stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “What’s up?”

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle gawked. “What the hay!?

Scootaloo was dressed up in clothes that were clearly a couple sizes too small for her. Every inch of her body looked like it was desperate to burst out of their stitched confines, from the thin T-shirt pulled taut over an overstuffed sports bra, to the way her jean shorts strained to contain her powerful thighs. It was obviously digging into her skin but the way Scootaloo was beaming at them she didn’t care one bit.

“Had a little growth spurt last night,” Scootaloo flexed her muscular arms and stretched, her hands high in the air, wings spreading out nearly ten feet from her back. “I’m pretty sure it’s all thanks to Applebloom here too. Appreciate it. I’ve never looked or felt better in my life.”

Sweetie Belle had already stood up and walked over to Scootaloo. She was very obviously more than a foot taller. Her bottle green eyes barely reaches Scoots powerful shoulders. “How tall are you now? Because I’m five-foot six. Also why are you thanking Applebloom?” said Sweetie, wheeling around and realizing that she was ALSO now looking up to another taller, stronger friend. “What the-? Can somebody fill me in?”

“I can help with that,” came a soft voice from behind them. The three wheeled around and saw Rumble standing there looking a bit morose and quite different. She had seemingly remained unchanged from yesterday. Rumble’s cute, heart-shaped face and wide violet eyes with thick lashes were framed by the long locks of dark hair that flowed halfway down her back in a big, thick braid, where her long tail swished over an a big, round ass snugly fit into a pair of shorts. Her belly button was on display thanks to the size of her chest eating up most of the available fabric, and the too small shirt Rumble wore had the back tied in a tight knot, the only way to contain those breasts.

Those twin 32FF sized breasts were the definition of huge. Each one was about the size of Rumbles head and they were straining the tight blue T-shirt. Beneath the fabric she was wearing a jet black, ill fitting bra, and the nubs of her nipples made golf ball sized indentations against the cups. On her diminutive frame the pair of breasts demanded all attention, and at her height everyone would be staring down at them during conversation.

The big change was his obvious drop in height.

“How long are you three going to stare?”

“Oh Rumble!” Applebloom stopped covering her mouth, a chilling sensation creeping up her spine. “How tall are ya?”

“I measured myself at five-foot two this morning,” she walked around the table to meet with the girls. Rumble’s clothes looked incredibly tight and her big nipples were prominently erect under the fabric. The clothes she had on gave off an incredibly alluring visage.

“You’re shorter than me!” Sweetie Belle ran over, enthusiastically comparing herself to the smaller stallion. “I’ve got four inches on you!”

Rumble practically whimpered and Applebloom coughed. “Uhh, listen ladies, give Rumble a break. It’s been a rough weekend for the both of us and…” Applebloom shot a furtive glance at Scootaloo. “There’s lots of changed and questions y’all gotta start dealing with. If ah can fix this,” Appleblooms thoughts drifted to her actions last night before Rumble showed up, where she didn’t have enough of a crucial ingredient for both of them, and ended up pouring less than half into Rumble’s mixture. “If it can be fixed.”

“Fixing schmixing!” Scootaloo strode over and put her hand on Rumble’s shoulder. “You two need to quit harping on my girlfriend or I’ll kick your asses!”

“Girlfriend!?” the two mares said in unison.

Scootaloo nodded, lifting Rumble up like he weighed nothing and engaging in a long, passionate kiss. Sweetie and Applebloom squealed in delight.

“You meant what you said yesterday?” Rumble said breathily, her violet eyes like fire.

“Every word of it,” Scootaloo said, ruffling his wingfeathers, and then pausing when she felt something hard poking her abs. “Rumble?” she whispered. “Is that?”

Rumble nodded and blushed, the firm member prodding harder. “I think the antidote worked but… not all the way.”

Scootaloo practically growled and kissed her again, harder, not minding the gushing from her friends right behind her. “Now we can do it and I get to play with your tits. You’re like a dream come true Rumble! I can’t wait for our first date.”

The two kissed again and Rumble sighed in her mouth happily, feeling like all was well in the world. Right before the kiss broke Rumble did pause, a familiar creeping heat starting to blossom within his body.