Author's Note

For those of you wondering how to visualize the "scale" of Futa-Amazon-Sunset to Femboi-Flash, here ya go. Gaze and be terrified. Or perhaps aroused.

Hold My Pina Colada As I Induce Talking Amazon Syndrome

There was a moment in the middle of Disney's Alice in Wonderland, a very key sequence in the otherwise nonsensical story's "tonal shift," when Alice—frustrated at her circumstances—sits down in the middle of the woods and has a good long cry. It was a moment Flash would occasionally fast forward to, having popped in the DVD at the end of a particularly long day frought with stress and anxiousness. And on each time that Flash Sentry reached that scene, his eight to twelve to sixteen to twenty your-old-self would always... always time his necessary weeping fest with Alice's. Both youthful souls spent a good minute or two crying together, with Flash's release lasting considerably longer than Alice's, and on every occasion he nearly exhausted himself to sleep... and slumbered the rest of the movie quietly away—or at least until the Queen of Hearts sounded off. The loud hussy.

Needless to say, Flash inevitably wore out the disc long before he was done with college. Crying was simply something the young creature practiced often. It helped—and yet it didn't. Flash's life continued growing more and more convoluted, and there simply was nothing he could do to change the flow of things. So he enjoyed a flow of his own, one that he could manage, and it was a good sleep aid if nothing else.

But rarely—perhaps never—did Flash have the luxury of sobbing into someone else's arms. He had imagined such a thing often—fantasized deeply about it, really, as he hugged himself in the warm cocooned refuge of his tiny twin-sized bed at the apartment. But never did he once perceive that it would actually happen... and that Sunset Shimmer—yesteryday's female dog of abrasive heartlessness—would be the one to share such a tender collapse with him.

And yet, a full hour and a half later—about the length of Alice in Wonderland proper—Flash had gotten almost all of it out of his system. And unlike all those lonesome moments of pining in the past, he felt far more relieved than his younger self could possibly have imagined. It was... a frightening sense of liberation.

It was very frightening for Flash Sentry to feel "relieved."

He almost shuddered at the possibility of becoming content or—far more alarming—happy.

"Feeling better now, sweetie?" Sunset Shimmer's warm voice broke him out of the lucid reflection.

Flash was sitting upright on the bed, his petite legs crossed beneath the blanket and Betty Boopish pyjama top. He felt a tingling throughout his upper body—culminating between his lungs and spine. He had long stopped hiccuping from the tiny, pent-up sobs, and he felt a fine layer of saline grit clinging like glittery makeup to his face. The young man rubbed the still-red spots beneath his eyes, gulped, and nodded to Sunset's inquiry like a mute toddler.

Sunset had stood up. From where Flash sat in her shadow, the woman's anomalous frame loomed high above. It was imposing. And frightening—both of which filled the boi with a strangely comfortable sense of familiarity in the presence of his ex(?) girlfriend.

"Bet all that emotion worked up an appetite, huh?" Sunset planted her hands on her hips and gave the boi a knowing squint—along with a smile. "Want me to grab you something from the kitchen?"

Flash bit his lip. He didn't want to impose—at least more than he obviously had by then. It was already enough that Sunset had scooped him up from the street—virtually saving his life—then held him close as he sobbed like a kitten... all after he had spent the past few hours lying near-naked in her own personal bed.

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm going to take care of you." Her brow furrowed slightly. It wasn't a frown, but nevertheless the valkryie's fiery resolve flickered hotly between them with priceless determination. "You've been floundering around, struggling to earn food and money—for how long? Let me take care of you before you die from being a silly little goofball!"

Flash shut his eyes, inhaling sharply.

Blasted telepathy...

...it truly was pointless to fight her.

All things considered, Flash Sentry was helpless against just about everything he encountered in his life. But—she had a point. This was something that wasn't worth fighting. Besides, he knew better than to challenge Sunset. After all, she was his ex(!) girlfriend.

Also, the fact that she could easily carve her torso open and hide the boi's tiny fetal frame inside it didn't help any potential resolve of his, either.

He finally gave a dainty nod. Sunset was already moving, bounding to the kitchen with remarkable speed and girlish glee for such a large Homo sapien creature. Flash couldn't believe just how light and graceful she was in every action. One would have expected far more lumbering clumsiness from such an epic entity. It wasn't so much that she exploded in mass, but rather something or someone had waved a magic wand and enlarged a young college student by one hundred and fifty percent.

Maybe—just maybe—someone had a magic wand with Flash's name on it too.

Before he had the chance to fantasize on the topic, he sensed Sunset coming back. He hadn't realized he had started shivering in her absence until she reappeared. In each of her hands there was held a juicy red apple—no doubt gifts from a certain freckled blonde whom Flash hadn't seen in years.

Sunset bounded into the room with an adorable smile, looking like the teenager whom Flash remembered from way back when. But suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. She blinked, staring at the frail young boi draped in all of her fabrics, still looking red and tender from letting loose so much bittersweet emotion. Without saying a word, she about-faced and shuffled briskly back into the kitchen.

Flash Sentry blinked. The tiny twenty-two year old craned his neck in a futile attempt to see what was happening. His ears tickled with the sound of metal rattling, followed by swift wet chops.

Within a minute, Sunset came back. She still had an apple in one hand. But the other hand was holding out a tiny white plate filled with a dozen neatly-carved apple slices... perfectly bite sized and safe for even a child to chew on. These fruity bits she handed to Flash.

He didn't have a chance to protest—nor a desire to. His upper body "curtsied" in place, and he gingerly grasped the plate of juicy morsels in two weak hands. The slices appeared to explode in size—a consequence of being handed directly from an amazon to a cherub. He took the first of many pieces and nibbled on it pleasantly. The taste was sweet, succulent, and sustaining—like everything that had transpired up to that very moment. It was still difficult to believe that he was enjoying so much good luck suddenly.

Sunset simply smiled. Lying back, legs and arms spread in a distinctly unladylike slump, she chomped unceremoniously into her own fruit. The woman's strong teeth made mush out of Sweet Apple Acres' finest. As Sunset marched away, she looked her petite houseguest up and down.

Flash squirmed slightly, nibbling like a mouse through one tiny half of his already tiny slice. He blushed slightly and wrapped the blanket tighter around himself... as if it could somehow shield his ex's eyes pouring all over them. It couldn't.

Sunset took another bite, gazed, and then bit once more. At long last, she swallowed, summoned a breath, and spoke: "So... go ahead and ask."

Flash swallowed his collective fruit bits and blinked at her. "Ask you what?"

She simply stared.

Flash's fingers kneaded the edges of the plate. He wondered when Sunset first noticed that she was growing abnormally tall for an average human woman—

"Well, I'm not an average human woman, Flash." She answered his mind, winking. "I'm from another world, silly. I'm lucky I don't have hooves and a tail at all times." She turned the apple around until an unbitten part was facing her. "But my friends... they aren't from a magical land of unicorns and griffons and hydras. They haven't got the same explanation for what's happened to us."

Flash's eyes darted straight towards her.

"...I mean... it's happened to all of us," Sunset said, staring back. "Didn't I make that clear before?"

"It's... uhm..." Flash picked up another slice and nibbled away. "Mmmff... it's been an interesting night."

"Mmmmm. Sure has." Sunset nodded. "In answer to your question, it happened before graduation. That is—I could already tell things were happening to me... to us." She sighed, her nostrils fogging the peel of the apple. A pair of turquoise eyes reflected depressingly above the haze in its shiny red surface. "As always... I had to rush to solve a magical predicament... one that I must have—somehow—brought upon the rest of the girls."

Flash cocked his head to the side. "You were... already growing before graduation?"

"Mmmm. Almost as tall as most of the guys." Sunset took a liberal bite of the apple before her. "Hrmmmfff... butfff..." She munched, munched, and swallowed. "You didn't attend the ceremony, did you?"

"Hmmmm. No."

"I suppose that's a good thing." Sunset stifled a giggle. "Otherwise, you would have seen the seven of us stumbling around like drunken basketball players. Rarity practically sobbed over how much leg she suddenly had—the poor thing. And Rainbow Dash nearly knocked the podium over in doing a cartwheel."

"You... all grew at the same time?"

"Mmmhmmm."

Flash finished another slice, munching and swallowing politely before continuing: "Did you ever find out the reason for it?"

"Not at first. But... believe you me..." Sunset's eyes widened. "When we all passed six and a half feet within a year, it damn well became a friggin' race to figure it all out." She tucked a fiery lock of hair nervously over her ear. "Mostly... Twilight and I cracked down... hunted for answers... performed experiment after experiment." She waved a fist up and down, like gesturing with a hoof. "I even took several trips into Equestria in search for answers. Princess Twilight Sparkle worked alongside me."

Flash's heart skipped a beat. He hated himself for it.

Sunset glanced pointedly at him. "And... uhm..." She chose not to linger on that, instead continuing her tale: "From what we could tell, the magic from the geodes were being transferred into our actual bodies."

"Magical geodes?"

"Of course you remember..." Sunset's voice took on a tapering edge of sass. "The artifacts we snatched off of Gloriosa Daisy? At Camp Everfree? When she attacked each and every one of us with deadly hentai vines?"

Flash winced. "Er... r-right." His girlish voice shuddered as he cradled another apple slice to his lips. "Still, I always thought you seven were... simply magical. Magical girls... women. Women girls. Of m-magic."

Sunset smiled sweetly. "Well, that's flattering of you, Flash. But truth is—our most special gifted abilities came from those enchanted necklaces." She cleared her throat. "At least at first."

"The magic... went into you?"

"Along with all their properties," Sunset said. "Twilight's super telekinesis... Applejack's super strength... Pinkie's super... super... pinkieness."

"What was Pinkie's power again?" Flash nibbled on some fruit. "I forgot."

"She made shit explode."

Flash winced.

"Yeah..." Sunset exhaled, running a lazy hand through her lazier hair. "It's a miracle all of us are still in one piece after hanging out with her for so long." She took another bite. "Mrmmff... still..." A wry smirk. "She certainly made birthdays interesting. And tax season." A sideways chuckle. "Ohhhhhhhh Pinkie. We wouldn't have it any other way..."

Flash danced discreetly past that. "So... uhm... the magic was making you girls grow tall?"

"Oh. Yup. Uh huh." Sunset finished up the last of her apple. "Mrmmff... Princess Twilight and I came to the same conclusion. But—by then—it was too late to reverse both the magic being infused with us and the side effects it brought."

"So..." Flash fiddled with a way to ask his next question.

"I won't be offended, Flash."

Sighing at the telepath, he then blurted: "You're stuck with this... mutation?"

"Hah!" Sunset leaned back, unceremoniously dropping the apple core on the tabletop behind her. "It's not really a mutation, Flash. Just—all things considered—the harmonious magics in our bodies made us extra... extra healthy."

"And that means growing super tall?"

"It means a lot of things." Sunset laid back, sprawling again, stretching lazily in her own home. "Mmmmfff... it means being in tip-top-shape. It means having above-average strength and agility. It means never getting sick..."

"You and the girls don't get sick?"

"Not in the last four or five years. We also heal faster than normal and we're pretty resilient to infections as well." Sunset stifled a yawn, occupying ninety percent of the couch with her herculean stretch. "Grnnggg... ahhhh..." She relaxed finally, enjoying the taste of the fruit still lingering in her mouth. "...and another thing, though you'll probably find it hard to believe."

"At this point?" His blanketed toes squirmed as her limbs stretched closer to his miniscule form. "I-I don't know, Sunset."

She exhaled towards the ceiling, her turquoise eyes searching for a way to formulate the necessary confession. "Our... metabolism is now magic-based."

"Magic... based...?"

"Yeah."

"What does that mean?"

"Simply put, it's... uh... it's as if our bodies have become conduits of Equestrian Energy," Sunset explained. "When we consume things—drink, sustenance, what have you—harmonic dissonance filters the unnecessary chaff into residual mana which gets consumed like calories whenever we pony-up."

"I..." Flash fidgeted. "I don't think I understand."

Her eyes darted sharply towards him. "We don't pee or poop anymore."

Flash nearly fell off the couch. He clung the blanket to his supple chest. "... ... ...really?"

"Pffftchhyeah..." The amazon nodded as if explaining this impossible truth for the millionth time in her young, complicated life. "Really."

He looked at the floor, at the walls of the living room, then at Sunset again. "Really?"

Her brow hardened. "Really."

"That... it must..." Flash fidgeted. "Wow. I couldn't even imagine." He looked at the half-eaten fruit on his plate. "Like... how's it..." He finally glanced at her again. "What's it even like?"

"Well..." Sunset smiled. "I certainly get more stuff done on a daily basis."

"You sat on the toilet that much in the past?"

Sunset Shimmer laughed loudly.

Flash blushed.

"Oh sweetie..." Lying back further, she peered past her chest towards him. "I could just eat you up."

"Mmmmm..." He shrank into his end of the couch. "Where would I go?"

"Hah! Who knows." Sunset shrugged. "Where do our pony ears go when we're not using magic? Hopefully not the same place as our poop."

"Ew."

"I know, right?"

"But... uh..." Flash craned his neck, glancing towards the adjacent hallway. "I could have sworn I saw a toilet in the bathroom on the way here."

"Pffft." Sunset shrugged casually. "Helps to maintain good hygene, regardless. Besides..." She smirked his way. "What about when we have house guests?"

"Am... I your first?"

"Hahaha—no."

Flash tried not to wince. "And... and I also noticed..." His eyes drifted towards the ceiling. "The doorframes are... much taller here."

"Mmmmhmmm."

"And... your bed—"

"And the sofa and the chairs and my entire wardrobe..." Sunset nodded. "All fit to match."

"That's nice and all, Sunset, but how do you afford all this stuff?"

"I don't, really. None of us do."

Flash blinked.

"Let's say we've got friends in high places." Sunset smiled. "Twilight has got friends in high places."

"She does, huh?"

"And, y'know..." Sunset Shimmer blew a lock of hair out from before her face. "It helps to be prepared."

"Prepared for what?"

"In case... mmmm... we grow any more."

"Have you stopped growing?"

"For the moment, yes."

"Just how tall are you?"

Sunset turned silent. With her eyes locked on Flash's, she slowly got up out of the sofa, rising like a curvaceous monolith until she was blocking out the dim amber lighting of the room above.

Flash tried not to shiver in her shadow. "That tall, huh?"

"Seven feet and six inches, last time I measured," her face spoke from afar.

"Wow." Flash exhaled. "I couldn't even imagine."

"Could you?" And suddenly she reached down. Within a blink, she was lifting Flash up to her level.

He dropped the blanket—and nearly dropped the plate of apples—with an effeminate shriek. Now he was dangling in her grasp in nothing but the Betty Boop shirt. His tiny toes hovered a good two and a half feet above the carpet, and—even in that moment of pallid uncertainty—he could see how the pyjama top would perfectly fit the host who was woman-handling him like a cat might dangle a mouse.

"Didn't I mention we're a lot stronger now?" Sunset said, beaming. Her eyes reflected a frightened femmeboi. "Granted, this isn't much of a good example. Are you made out of feathers or something, Flash?"

He gulped. "Or s-something." A nervous smile. "C-can you put me down now? I d-don't want to drop your apple slices."

She arched an eyebrow. "Is that the only reason you need me to let go of you?" She smelled like lilacs up close. "Hmmmm?"

He clammed up before the telepath. His thighs squeezed together, struggling to hide something. Sunset's good-hearted kindness had solaced his soul that evening, but it had been a long... long time since Sunset had a far more intimate effect on the boi's body. Being hoisted up without his permission was something that the valkyrie from Canterlot High would have once done... which is probably why Flash felt very self-conscious about the state of his underwear that very moment.

Sunset changed the subject, and yet she didn't. "Nice choice you made there."

"Wh-what?" He stammered breathily, still dangling. "The shirt?"

She nodded. "It looks cute on you."

"F-first thing I could find."

"Pffft. I have laundry tossed all over my room like a slob." She stuck a tongue out. "Fate drew you to it."

His cheeks rosied as he avoided her gaze. "It... smells like you."

The woman smiled. "That's a good thing, I hope."

"... ... ..."

She cleared her throat, descending to the couch. As she sat, she brought Flash down with her. "So... the long and short of it is..." The two sat closer than before on the sofa, probably because Sunset hadn't let go of the boi. She scooped up the blanket and wrapped it around him as he sat helplessly atop her outstretched legs, practically straddling. "...we're all a bunch of living female spectacles now. But... it's not as bad as it sounds. We all feel special... in a way. Heh."

"And..." Flash breathed easier, although he still squirmed in her powerful embrace. "...and you still have control of your magic?"

"Pfft! Hell yeah!" Sunset nodded. "Wouldn't be quite fair if we didn't... after all the spaghettification of our bodies."

"Life... isn't always f-fair," Flash stammered.

"Yes, well..." She reached out and tilted his chin up so that they could share a warm gaze. "We're gonna try and change that opinion of yours, Flash." She smiled. "You're now my top priority."

"But... uhm..." He struggled with how to put this next bit into words. "...I thought harnessing magic and protecting the world was your top priority."

"Heehee... well, I'm pretty sure the girls and I can squeeze them both in."

Apparently the moment was lost to the telepath, for Flash delivered the next bit like sniper round: "Especially now that your powers haven't been working well?"

Sunset blinked, struck off guard.

"I mean... why else would the Elements of Harmony be taking so much time off as of late?" Flash asked. "Aren't you all committed to the whole vigilante schtick?"

Sunset leaned back, folding her large arms before her larger chest. "'Elements of Harmony,' huh?"

"Really, Sunny?" Flash arched an eyebrow at her. "You girls might be able to fool the rest of Canterlot and the world, but you can't fool me. Or any of your former schoolmates, for that matter." He nibbled victoriously on a slice of apple before continuing: "Mmmm... Who else on this planet would be selfless and courageous enough to pull off such a secret team of do-gooders?"

"Maybe you're getting us confused with someone else."

"Those masked heroes are long-haired attractive women..." Flash's eyes narrowed. "...who are over six and a half feet tall. Every single one of them."

Sunset sat like a deer in headlights... or a moose in headlights, considering the scale of things. (An attractive moose). At last she smirked at Flash with a genuinely proud glint in her eyes. "Hrmmmfff..." She reached out and ruffled his silk bangs. "Really can't put anything past you, huh, sweetie?"

He trilled inwardly from the mess she made of his hair. "D-doesn't take a genius, Sunset—"

"And sweet Celestia on a bike, Flash!" Sunset stifled a cackling sound. "What do you put in your hair? It's like liquid sapphire to the touch—"

"Are you girls alright, th-though?" Flash asked, his eyes bright and earnest with concern. "For so long, I'd be hearing about all the heroics that the Elements of Harmony did. But—lately—it's like you all dried up! I mean... I-I know that you say that you don't get sick or... have to do other things with your bodies anymore. But... but is something wrong? Like really wrong? Are you all hurt somehow?" He bit his lip. "Or... or are you seven simply done with the magic-saving business?"

She cooed at him. "Ohhhh sweetie." She tapped his nose. "It's so nice of you to be concerned about us. But we're fine, really!"

"But the magic—"

"It's been having some difficulty manifesting lately, yes," Sunset finally confessed. "I promise you that we haven't given up on our commitment to protect this world from wayward Equestrian energies. But... you shouldn't be worried!" She reached in and brushed his luscious bangs straight after messing them up seconds prior. "We're getting a handle on things. We just had to take some time off to... figure stuff out."

He gulped. "You're sure you're okay, though?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact..." Her cheeks reddened slightly, as if contemplating a warm toasty thought. "...I get the distinct feeling that things are only going to get better. Especially now that..." Her words trailed off.

Flash was breathing with more relief now, but he faltered slightly at her unfinished speech. "Now that what?"

A sigh escaped her lips, but she sealed it with a soft grin. "Never you mind, sweetie. I'll explain everything in due time."

Flash exhaled. "I really wish you wouldn't treat me like a child, Sunset."

"What have we said about you lying to me, Flash?"

The twenty-two year old froze, instantly confused. He opened his mouth to ask her what that meant—

"And the same goes the other way around," Sunset declared. "We've been apart for far too long, Flash. We've worn masks and kept our distance. But not anymore." She slowly shook her head. "You need us right now... and—believe it or not—we need you."

His lips pursed. "You d-do?"

"From now on, it's the total truth from me." She winked. "Even if it takes time to explain."

"But... b-but I'm not the telepath here, Sunny."

"Heehee... it has nothing to do with that, silly."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I want to tell you. But... let's start tomorrow, hmmm?" Sunset gave him a momentary pleading look. "Please, Flash... let's take this slowly. Most of all, I want you to be comfortable... to find your feet again."

"But I am comfortable, Sunny."

"Not yet, you're not," she said quietly. "Trust me... this will take some time."

"I... I'm not certain I've got some time." Flash gulped. "I-I still haven't finished looking for a new school to attend. And... and Magnolia and my parents—"

"Let's not think about them right now," Sunset stated. "In fact... let's not think of them for a long... long while."

"But Sunny... I-I gotta look out for my future!"

"That's precisely what I'm talking about, Flash," she said, gently stroking his chin. "But... for right now... how about we get you the rest of your beauty sleep, hmm?"

"Haven't I slept enough as it is?" he said—but he couldn't finish the sentence without a squeaky yawn and a half-stretch.

She giggled, patting his head like one might cherish a kitten. "You know what? I bet you could use a shower after everything you've been through." She squinted one eye. "You do still enjoy taking showers like you used to, huh?"

"Mmmmmm..." Flash hugged his knees slightly beneath the blanket. He thought of warm water cascading over his body, scented oils, fresh soap, and—most importantly—coming out of the whole ordeal feeling crisp, clean, and pure. Back before his parents started yanking the utilities out from under his feet, he took no less than three showers a day... and he loved every one of them. He loved himself after every one of them... at least to the extent that his anxiously self-conscious soul could afford to. "Yeah..."

"Well, you can go use my shower, then," Sunset said.

Flash's heart froze.

"Pffft." Sunset rolled her eyes. "I've already showered, you naughty thing!"

"I-I-I..." He grimaced. "I-I wasn't thinking that—"

"Suuuuuure you weren't." She stuck her tongue out. "Now..." Without moving from where she reclined, she effortlessly picked him up and placed him on his feet on the living room floor beside her. "Go on. And don't worry about taking as much time as you like. I've got plenty of warm water to spare."

"Really?" Flash straightened Sunset's pyjama top down past his knees, brandishing Betty Boop between them. "From the same person who paid for the tall doorframes here too, I'm guessing."

She winked. "I'll tell you all about that too, tomorrow. I'll tell you all about everything."

"I... uhm..." Flash's toes fidgeted in the plush carpet. "About tomorrow..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe I should sleep on the couch? Or do you have a guest room—?"

"I do have a guest room," Sunset nodded. "And a couch. But you are going to be sleeping in my bed."

"Aw, Sunset, no—" he sympathetically whined.

"Aw, Sunset yes." She pointed a stern finger, accompanied by a stern voice. "My bed's the most comfortable place in the entire house, and you're the only one who deserves it."

"But... b-but..." He grimaced. "It's your bed! You really shouldn't have to do that—"

"Did you sleep comfortably before?"

The boi touched his fingers together, remembering how peacefuly and dreamily he had slumbered amidst that ocean of satin sheets. "Well... uh... y-yes, actually."

"Then I guess we both know who it's for right now, then." Sunset smiled. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine in the guest room."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's better that way, Flash. I... uh..." She gingerly touched two fingers together, suddenly avoiding his gaze for some reason. "...I have some stuff that I have to be working on, anyways."

"Stuff?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Like... related to the Elements of Harmony or something?"

Sunset nodded, gulping. "I guess you could say that."

Flash merely blinked at her.

"Go on. The shower's waiting, sweetie."

"Okay... uh..." Flash started to pace towards the bathroom that he saw. "One last thing, though... uhm..."

"There's a walk-in closet with terry cloth towels and a washcloth. Just take your pick—"

"Oh! Thanks! Uhm... it's not that, though... uh..."

"What is it?"

Flash tugged disdainfully at the edges of the cutesy cartoon pyjama top. "Do you maybe... erm... h-have something else I could wear? Something... l-less goofy?"

She giggled. "None that can fit you, although I think it looks just fine—"

"What about my clothes? The ones you found me in?"

"You mean that ugly, baggy, smelly stuff? It's in the wash, Flash."

"Still?"

"Three rinses, ya silly bean! Trust me—they smelled of asphalt and grass... and not even the good kind!"

"But... what am I going to wear tomorrow—?"

"Don't you worry about that. I've got something in mind that I think will be perfect. In the meantime, Betty Boop can take care of you. Don't you think?"

Flash merely blushed and fussed.

"Oh don't give me that face." She swiftly swiveled his shoulders around and launched him across the room with what was otherwise the lightest of swats to the rear end. "Now go get squeaky clean. We both know you want to."

"Eeep!" Flash landed on his feet, rubbing his derrierre through the nightshirt. It was ever so slightly sore from the otherwise harmless gesture, but none of that could match the violently red blush rippling through his face and upper body. He shimmied out of the room before his buxom mistress of the house could laugh at his adorable complexion.