A Shopkeeper's Assistant

by Tsunogami

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, Coco Pommel, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Fetish, Rarity, Porn, Sex
Length: 5893

Coco's job description seems normal on paper, but in reality...

You know how in Job applications in the section that notes the various tasks which will be expected of you, there is often a little addition at the end along the lines of "...other duties as assigned." ? Yah, well, Coco Pommel has learned that when Rarity is your boss, that innocent little phrase can have big implications.

Somewhat unusually for me this story is anthro which means that I have to obey Rule #9. Therefore, all characters (that engage in sexual acts at least) are of legal age. *grinds teeth in frustration*

Will contain: light clothing fetish themes, diaper fetish themes, a little scat, futa, anthro sex, incest, generally inappropriate behavior!

For more info about the concept behind this story please see my blog post titled: A New Strategy.

Published 2019-12-31 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-19 22:45:00 UTC

Waking Up

It was probably getting light outside. At least that’s what Coco assumed to be the case, though honestly she wasn’t sure considering she was turned away from the windows, laying on her stomach, and facing the wall. Not to mention that currently the act of keeping her eyes closed was one of her main ongoing goals in life. It was warm, it was cozy, and even better she didn’t have to do anything more strenuous than occasionally shift her arms or legs for a more comfortable position. Honestly if Rarity, or really any pony at all wanted her to get work done early in the morning then beds this comfortable and pillows the soft should not be allowed.

Problem was though that if the sun was about to come up then she’d have to get up right along with it, like it or not. Under the best of circumstances, she probably could sneak in another thirty minutes of sleep or so assuming her internal clock was anything like accurate but getting back to sleep quickly enough to take advantage of that time would require her to not be horny. And there in lay the second problem of her morning. It was neither a new problem nor a particularly uncommon one and though she had grown used to it that didn't make it any less of a disruption when her body suddenly decided around dawn that it wanted more activity than her mind was willing to provide.

She sighed, she twisted around some, grumbled to herself, and refusing to open her eyes even a little bit. She did her best to concentrate on soothing things and calming things and things that did not, could not, be in any way misconstrued as sexy. She thought about the new garden her parents were building in their backyard, the book on print making techniques she had checked out from the library two days ago, and that new designer candle making shop which just opened down the road that she had not yet found the time to pay a visit to. Though for all of her mental gymnastics she was able to keep her mind on the straight and narrow for all of about a minute, maybe two.

The difficulty was with her day job. Being a customer assistant in the Canterlot division of Rarity’s Carousel Corporation meant that she was on a continual daily basis helping the hottest women, girls, and more than quite a few pretty boys try on and purchase a wide array of panties, bras, cute tops and pants, plus the occasional… additional item, on display in the upstairs back room through the nondescript door. It was the sort of job that had a way of imprinting particularly vivid images in one’s mind. The sort of images to come to the surface when one is laying cozily in bed only half awake, and that seem to have the inevitable effect of undermining any and all attempts of returning to a state of unconsciousness.

Like she always did eventually under such circumstances Coco surrendered grudgingly and reached down between her legs. Her hands slid across the smooth slick plastic surface of the pink Dotty Pony brand disposable diaper she had put on the previous evening just after having finished her shower. An hour spent reading a fairly decent novel by the fireplace, folding a basket of clean laundry, and a quick snack where all that she had had time for before crawling into bed exhausted but content from another long day. The fact that she had wet her diaper thoroughly twice between getting it on and getting into bed only helped her feel more comfortable and resulted in her falling asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillows.

But now that same thick wet diaper was making it even more difficult for her to resist the urges of her body. Her clit had grown increasingly sensitive while she had lain there so drowsily and was further aroused by the wet warmth of the squishy gel. The growing ache from her full bladder was doing nothing to help her get back to sleep and was in its own way making her all the hornier, if drowsily so, because of the large numbers of possible uses for a full bladder her mind kept presenting her with. She considered simply letting go and soaking her diaper again while lying face down as she was but even though the diaper came up past her navel by several centimeters she preferred the front and back of her diaper to be uniformly soaked.

Finally having sufficient reason to do so forced upon her Coco moved her body in a more decisive manner, rolling over onto her back with the result that she had a better sense of how wet her diaper actually was, and indeed she would have to be sitting up so that her next wetting would drain into the back of the diaper where it was still mostly dry to prevent any leaks. Now finally opening her eyes she was startled to realize that sunrise had progressed a bit further than had been anticipated. A glance over at the clock on her night stand confirmed her fears. There was not going to be enough time for a good session of diaper play if she was going to get to work on time. Nor was there going to even be enough time for her to get properly cleaned as a shower was no longer an option. There was only time for her to get dressed, snatch a bite to eat, and be out the door. Rarity was in town for the week and that meant she would be occupying her office at the Canterlot division store, and that in turn meant there was no way she was going to avoid being very close to Rarity at least a few times throughout the day. If ever there was a time to not be late this was it.

Groaning, Coco sat up part way and with a quick snatch at the thin bed cover to toss it off, exposing her wet diaper to the early morning illumination, she sat with both arms behind her pressed into the bed to support her, then used both arms and legs to lift her butt off the bed just a little bit so her weight was not pressing down into the diaper and reducing its absorbency. Only then did she relax her hold on her bladder and let the stream of warm pee spray into the waiting diaper.
It always surprised her how warm it felt doing that as she always thought that considering she was wearing the diaper and had been keeping it and all the pee it contained warm with her body heat, plus the insulation of her blanket that the difference in temperature between her diaper and the fresh urine coming out of her would be only minor, and yet the blissful spreading bloom of new heat between her legs felt as though her diaper had just turned into a miniature hot spring, the sort the idle rich visit so they can pay an exorbitant fee to spend all day soaking naked up to their necks while pretending to still be dignified. But because of her position the flood of hot pee soon discovered new less saturated places to explore mostly in the back of her diaper by way of flowing down between her butt cheeks and soaking the back strap of the G-string thong she was wearing under her diaper that she had never bothered to take off the previous day before putting on her diaper. Coco sighed as the warm pee was absorbed by the back of her diaper and made the front delightfully thick and squishy, but the full minute it took for her bladder to empty itself was all she had the time for, and despite wanting to rub herself through the warm squishy diaper in the worst way she sighed and climbed out of bed.

Getting Dressed

At least it was a warm day and she didn’t have to put up with the indignities of a cold bedroom and even worse, a chilly floor. Standing up Coco stretched luxuriantly, feeling both shoulders pop and ran a finger along underneath the shoulder straps of her bra which had dug in slightly overnight. She padded over to her dresser and its big mirror on top and spent a few seconds admiring her somewhat short and petite frame with nice firm cute B-cup breasts contained within a light teal green bra with a pattern of little white berries and darker green leaves printed on it. It was a cute bra to be sure, and one she thought went well with her hair and eye color. Even better it was designed so that the black shoulder straps crossed in an X pattern across her back which she found gave it a slightly more unique and perhaps athletic appearance. The color made for a nice contrast with the light and dark pink coloration of her diaper. Coco couldn’t help turning around and admiring her own butt in the mirror. The diaper fit like a glove, emphasizing her hips and behind. The large amount of pee it contained had darkened the pink plastic in the back about two thirds of the way up the back of the diaper. Pretty impressive, but it should be fine with a fourth major wetting later on so long as she sat in the right position for it. If all she did was pee standing up she was sure that at least a little would run down her legs. Wet legs were not such a problem so long as she was not wearing jeans which would make the leak plain to see, but she tried very hard to keep her pee from running down too far and getting into her shoes.

Now came a time for rapid decision making, as nice as just keeping her diaper on would be it rather limited her outfit options as it was too thick for most of her jeans to fit over it well except for the stretchiest of them. Short shorts would just look silly and while short skirts, at least the high-waisted ones would work, she was in more of a pants mood today since she had worn a skirt twice in the last two days. But now the question was; did she go with blue denim jeans or the black shiny vinyl plastic ones? As much as she knew she looked hot in the denim jeans the way the slick smooth vinyl pants looked on her was even more eye-catching and made a strong statement about her confidence and sexuality, while at the same time being rather modest in that her legs were completely covered. Enjoying the squishing of her diaper as she moved Coco hurried over to her closet and pulled one of three identical pairs of black vinyl jeans off of its hanger. Even just touching the slick material made her heart rate increase. She tossed these over onto the bed followed by a light blue sleeveless denim vest. It would make a nice materials and color contrast with her pants. Coco plopped herself back down on the bed and untapped her soaked diaper carefully making sure not to damage the tapes then she sat up enjoying how her damp crotch and butt suddenly felt refreshingly cool now they were exposed to open air. She felt at the front of her soaked pink thong which had not seen the light of day since she had put on the diaper over it the day before. It was certainly wet but not dripping with pee, so she decided to leave it on for another day and not waste time on it. Even if she did take it off she would only put another one on so aside from being wet there would be no difference. Besides it felt good to have something warm and wet clinging to her between her legs even if it was not a diaper.

Getting her vinyl jeans on was a fairly quick process too. They were a bootcut style which meant that she didn’t have to deal with the frustration of getting her feet through small leg holes, always a frustration with skinny jeans, especially when one is in a hurry. Plus, the inside of the pants was the same material as the outside so they glided smoothly up her legs and over her thighs and didn’t pull against her skin painfully the way real latex would have without copious quantities of talcum powder. These jeans were not particularly high-waisted, but they were certainly not low wasted either. The top of them sat tight but comfortably over her hips and just below her navel. To make sure they stayed as high on her hips and as tight as practically possible she put on a thin blue translucent plastic belt through the belt loops making sure not to accidentally miss one even though she was in a hurry. Pulling the belt tight she clasped it into place and only then paused to look at herself in the mirror again. It was a slightly unfortunate side effect of wearing tight pants that the feeling of the back strap of her thong running up her butt was a bit diminished by being masked by the feeling of the jeans pressing against her. She called these pants jeans even though they were not made out of fabric simply because they were designed in the same way as a regular pair of girl jeans would be with pockets and seams all in a standard style and in the regular places. Though there were no pockets in the back at all making her butt cheeks stand out as a pair of smooth firm shiny black globes. Not being able to help herself Coco grabbed her own butt with both hands and squeezed and rubbed for a few seconds enjoying the slick feeling of the vinyl plastic under her fingers. Looking at herself again she giggled to her reflection in the mirror, her teal blue shoulder length hair waving back and forth as she shook her head at her own needless sexuality.

For a brief moment Coco considered grabbing her small white purse and heading out to work as is without even bothering to put a top on over her bra. Let everyone see! After all she was sexy enough she doubted many would complain. But while Equestrian society was pretty liberal about fashion, there were still some limits and pressing that too far could result in some uncomfortable situations. Perhaps if she waited until this evening…

“We’ll see” Coco said to herself as she buttoned up her denim vest. It was short enough to leave a nice three finger width gap above her vinyl jeans showing off a nice bit of pale midriff. She always enjoyed that on warm days, feeling the breeze against her stomach was a constant reminder of how well she was showing her body off to the world and all the cute girls and boys who would be watching her.

Besides, the vest was tight enough that anyone who was paying attention could easily see the outline of her bra as it wrapped under her arms and across her back, though the shoulder straps remained undetectable. She liked to wear her bras tight for this reason because it pressed her skin in enough to leave a sexy outline even under thicker fabrics.

Last but not least she opened a red cedar wood box on her dresser and pulled out a plain shiny black plastic choker. It was wide enough it could have been a collar, but it was not designed as such having only three metal snaps in back. Putting it around her neck she set it to the middle snap, tight enough to be noticeable but not so much as to be uncomfortable in any way. Coco did like to retain her ability to breath after all. A little touch of black eyeliner to give herself a subtle goth look, nothing too extreme but just enough to tell others that such a look was the intention. A final full turn in the mirror was enough to convince her that she was ready to face the world for another day and that Rarity would see that she was putting in the required effort to show off her body and her ability to turn others on without being unnecessarily slutty.

“Any dumb horse can wear nothing at all, but it takes intelligence and a good eye for subtlety to look hot while wearing several layers.” Was what Coco knew Rarity would say.

This time Coco really did grab her purse and trotted to the door without delay, her shiny jeans making soft squeaking sounds as she moved. Slipping on some white sneakers with pink accents to match her purse she pulled open the door and headed down the wood paneled hall to the stairs.

A Departure

Coco’s apartment was not large but still better than she could have afforded simply on the income of one of Rarity’s assistants. But Rarity had apparently negotiated an unusually favorable rental agreement after learning that Coco was having difficulty finding a place to live within reasonable walking distance of work. The details of that agreement was something Coco had been hesitant to inquire too deeply about. The apartment was tucked under the roof in the front left corner of the 5th floor of a historic stone building that was originally built as a set of upper-class town houses then much later subdivided into a greater number of still high quality if smaller apartment units. Coco’s was divided into two halves by a single narrow hallway. Her bedroom, bathroom, and a small sitting room were on the interior side of the hallway while the more public kitchen, dining, and living room were on the exterior side with good sized windows for such an old structure facing out at tree-top level into a small public park.

The short hallway of her apartment opened out into the larger 5th floor resident’s hallway near to both a stairway and elevator leading down. Coco could lock her apartment door if she chose to but didn’t bother. Common thieves were quite rare and did not generally risk practicing their profession under Princess Twilight’s nose.

The choice between elevator and stairs was not a difficult one for Coco, she always preferred the stairs when going down, it was easier than going up but still provided a nice little bit of exercise. Plus, it was one less time she would have to endure being stared at by the old elevator operator. He was nice enough, but also old enough she was sure, to be her great-grandfather. Why couldn’t he have been a young filly or some pretty colt? She would have taken the elevator every day had that been the case.

Coco hurried to the heavy wooden door to the stairs and pushed it open. By leaving so early she was avoiding most of the other residents of the building including kids going to school, though not by much. Another half hour would make these stairs a more busy place, at least for a hectic few minutes.

As she worked her way down the stairs Coco enjoyed how much her choice of clothing made her aware of her body and how the tightness felt nice in all the right places as she moved, especially the way her tight pants cupped her butt and felt slick and smooth against her skin.

Coco had been a little relieved to have not encountered anyone on her way down, for all that she did enjoy showing herself off she always felt a little self-conscious when she was around those of older generations, who made up the majority of the building’s residents, putting Coco in the minority. However, she did like that having such folk as neighbors made things nice and quiet at night. A luxury compared to the apartments near the university. But interactions with others could not be indefinitely delayed and the morning desk attendant was as good a place to start as could be expected.

“Good morning Ms. Pommel” came a mare’s voice from behind the lobby desk the very second she began to push open the door at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh, good morning! Have you been on shift for long? Coco asked politely, not having had the time to come up with anything more creative, while also trying to figure out the middle-aged mare’s name. She had seen her once or twice before but only in passing, meaning the lady was probably fairly new to the job.

“Well yes I have but it's nearly over, just another half hour to go.”

“Ah night shift then, I hope it’s working out well for you then?” Coco replied without slowing down much.

“So far it is yes, no real problems.”

“That’s good to hear, glad it’s going well for you, sorry I can’t stay to chat I need to be getting to work!” Coco said with what she hoped was a sweet smile.

“Don’t worry about me Ms. Pommel, you have a good day at work now.” The Desk attendant replied as Coco waived back at her while passing out through the wooden double doors with their small blue stained-glass windows.

Quickly putting her encounter with the desk attendant out of her mind Coco hurried, but not too much, down the cobblestone street with the trees and bushes to her left and the old stone facades of her apartment building and others of similar design. The sun was just coming up over the more distant rooftops behind her bathing the crowns of the trees in a golden light. The air was humid but still cool, though not so cool as to make her regret her decision to show her midriff.

As she was approaching the corner of the park where there was a small circular plaza with a stone fountain in the middle she caught sight of a mare, who she was certain with only the first glance, was out working as a prostitute. Coco considered making a wide detour so as to avoid another time delaying interaction on her way to work, but the very act of changing her route that much would probably take just as much time not to mention that the mare had almost certainly seen her by now and it would be obvious she was purposely trying to avoid her which would be more rudeness than Coco was willing to accept in herself. Besides, who was she to feel awkward around such a mare, some might take her for a prostitute herself considering the outfit she had on. And if all that was not enough, as she drew nearer she began to be certain she recognized this particular filly.

The filly in question was just a bit taller than Coco herself, which was not saying much, and was leaning against the smooth trunk of a younger cherry tree near the very corner of the park. She was wearing a somewhat high-waisted light blue denim short skirt that only just covered her butt cheeks and a translucent black fine mesh top tucked into the skirt through which was easily visible a bright neon pink bra, and her hair was styled in a very cute short pixie cut and dyed a dark purplish grey. She had a pair of chokers on her neck, one a simple purple band, and the other was black with a small silver five-pointed star in a silver circle in the middle.

Yes, Coco thought, she really did know this filly, and she was actually a he, but he hid it well and was apparently more a she than Coco remembered as the breasts filling his bra certainty did look real and were even bigger than her own it seemed.

Getting closer Coco knew she had to say something.

“Rumble? Is that you?” She called out.

Some Delay

“Hi Coco” He said, looking rather bashful, yet seeming somewhat relieved that she appeared open to a conversation.

She was surprised how feminine his voice sounded compared to what she had remembered but then that had been years ago. But it was a cute voice and fit in with his appearance.

Coco decided that she had better say something nice as soon as possible to relieve Rumble of any embarrassment over having someone he knew find him in this situation.

“Wow Rumble, you look so beautiful, I love your outfit!

Rumble visibly brightened at this praise and some of his shyness seemed to flow away.

“Thanks Coco! I bought most of this from the Carousel down in Ponyville. I go there pretty often but I’ve never seen you there before even though Rarity told me you were working for her here.

“Yah I do, but I don’t often have reason to leave the city, though I do go hiking on occasion. It’s been a while since I was in Ponyville last.” Coco replied.

“It’s so cool you work for her; Rarity’s brands are my favorite!”

Rumble turned around in place showing himself off in the slutty outfit. She had to admit he was pretty hot in it.

“I’m wearing a cute thong too! Would you like to see it? Rumble asked, not seeming to care they were in a fairly public place.”

“Really? You’d show me? I’d like to see!” Coco replied thinking that saying no would be hard on Rumble because then he’d think he’d pushed her too far and that would be awkward. Hopefully things wouldn’t go any farther than him showing off a little.

Rumble had the sense to look a bit sheepish as he turned around and lifted up his skirt in back all the way up exposing a light blue g-string that was similar in design to Coco’s own thong, which she was now super aware of between her own butt cheeks.

Coco moved up next to Rumble as he held his skirt up in back and bent down a little. If he was going to show off she might as well take advantage.

“Its really hot Rumble, you look great wearing it! Does it feel nice?”

“Aww thanks Coco, yah it feels so good! Um, you can touch it if you want to…”

Normally Coco did not make a habit of touching stallion’s butts, however Rumble, looking so fem and cute, seemed to provide an exceptional situation, and she simply couldn’t resist.

“Really?” she asked while at the same time she reached out and ran her fingers down along the back strap of his thong. Her middle finger almost disappearing between his round and firm butt cheeks as she followed the thin strip of fabric down between his legs.

Wow, she thought to herself, his butt is exactly like a girl’s but then it looked like he has real breasts too… I wonder if he’s truly becoming more a she?

Rumble shuddered at the sensual contact and looked over his shoulder at her.

“That feels so nice coco! I’m so glad you love how my thong feels.” He said as she cupped a butt cheek with her hand and squeezed.

“Your thong and your butt are beautiful Rumble, thanks for letting me touch them! I’m sorry but I really need to be getting to work now, it was great to see you though… um is something the matter?” she asked.

It looked like Rumble’s eyes were tearing up a bit, surely simply fondling his butt some was not enough to cause this reaction.

“I’m sorry Coco” he said looking embarrassed again as he smoothed his skirt back into place behind him.

It’s just, well, this is a new part of town for me, I only started working these streets a few days ago, but I think I made a mistake coming here because even though there is lots of money around this part of Canterlot I have hardly had any customers. None at all tonight, I’ve just been wandering around for ten hours. I’ve talked with some ponies, even two guards! And they were nice enough, but no one seemed interested, especially them haha, and I was about to give up and go home when I saw you in that outfit, and I thought that maybe… well I know you don’t do the work I do, but that you would be open to… I mean not even for money, not from a friend, I’m just lonely and…”

He trailed off dejectedly

Now it was her turn to have tears forming in her eyes, Coco realized.

Before really considering the matter she sprang forward and wrapped Rumble in a tight hug.

“Oh rumble, I’m sorry you had to go through that, this neighborhood is full of old ponies! Not the best place for you, that’s why I was surprised to see you!”

She giggled against his breasts while she still held tight to him.

“To be honest, I’m flattered, and I’m not saying no… it’s just I don’t have time to go all the way back to the apartment now, and I’m all dressed and everything, Maybe tonight? But then you’ll be asleep and, I don’t know.” She finished lamely.

He held her away from him and looked her in the eyes with hope.

“Really Coco would do it with me? Really?”

She simply nodded

“Right now, If I take you to a convenient place that’s private? It won’t take long, I promise!”

She hesitated a second, this was all the sudden progressing much faster than she had intended, yet in her heart she knew there was no way she could simply leave him on this street corner, not after getting his hopes up, not even with a promise she would come back that evening. It would just bother her all day at work and depress her. Rarity would be disappointed by her poor performance. Between that and being a bit late, she would choose late.

“Yes, yes please, Rumble, you’re such a nice pony and I want to feel good with you!

“Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Rumble whispered, but still loud enough for her to hear easily.

“But one condition.” She added before he got any more ideas.

“I’m usually only with other mares, but you have a functional penis, I assume, which means I have to be careful.” She looked at him seriously.

“You can fuck me, but it has to be anal, nothing more than that until I can be sure whether or not you are fertile, ok?”

She was being serious, but he laughed, well it was more of a cute giggle, and she was about to be annoyed but his response surprised her.

“Sweet Celestia, Coco, ‘only anal’? most girls would find that harder to accept than real sex, but for you its plan A! You really are a treasure, and yes, I agree only anal until you decide otherwise. I just want you to be happy with me!”

Coco felt her heart melt a bit, her was a beautiful sweet fem boy who had spent a lonely night wandering around looking for someone to enjoy him and nopony had, honestly this city was missing out. If things didn’t get better for him soon, she’d ask Rarity to see what could be arranged.

This time it was her turn to giggle.

“Well, I think Rarity has had some influence on me there, I think she likes anal more than any other kind of sex really.”

Rumble raised one eyebrow.

“Wow, really she does, does she?”

“Sigh, look um, really though Rumble I don’t have all day, you said you had someplace convenient? Could we just…?”

“Oh yah, right! Here come with me, just over this way!

Rumble took her hand in his and the next thing Coco knew she was hurrying along by his side across the cobbled street towards a ground floor shop with a sign over it that said in yellow letters on a green background; Home Glow Candle Co.

Coco had been planning on visiting this store soon, it had only opened last week, but this was not at all the manner in which she had expected to pay her first visit.

“The new candle shop?” Coco asked in confusion just as they reached the door.

“Is it even open?, I mean it’s pretty early still.”

“Well not exactly, but I happen to know the lady who owns it, she’s a good friend of my Aunt. I’ve only been able to talk with her a few times though. But she’s already here, I saw her arrive about half an hour ago. I wanted to talk with her then, but I had do stay outside just in case someone came along who wanted me. I’m glad I did!” Rumble said looking at her with a grin.

During his explanation Rumble had knocked on the door, which after an awkward silence of a few seconds opened a bit to show half the face of an older mare of near retirement age. As the mare saw who it was the door opened all the way and reveled her to be a bit stout and shorter than either of them. She was in a long blue dress with her mostly brown hair up in a bun.

“Hi there, Aunt Lydia, um it’s kinda embarrassing, but my friend Coco here has to use the bathroom, I know you’re not open for business yet, but I figured I’d help her out, is that ok?”

The older mare glanced at Coco and smiled while Coco felt herself blush, she wasn’t prepared to be so hurriedly introduced to this matronly woman, especially in this outfit. It was going to be difficult to come back here for a visit without some difficult explanations she was afraid.

Her gaze turned a bit sterner as she looked back to Rumble.

“Well of course she can dear… and so can you, but I have that bathroom cleaned up exactly how I want it and it had better stay exactly that way. I’m opening in half an hour and I have neither the time nor the patience to clean up after… well, after you two.

Rumble smiled in relief, but Coco found herself blushing twice as hard as before, great Faust, the woman hadn’t been fooled for an instant! She knew exactly what they were going to ‘use the bathroom’ for and even more surprisingly she didn’t really seem to mind. Then again, considering the outfits they were both wearing and the fact that they were also both going to be going into a bathroom together, it didn’t really require Twilight Sparkle to figure out what they were planning. That didn’t make the situation any more embarrassing however.

“Thank you so much! Rumble said finally having the decency to blush a bit as well, um I promise we, uh, she won’t be long, and she’ll not make any kind of mess at all!” Rumble said as they hurried past the woman and into the shop.

“See that YOU don’t.” she called after the both of them.