Author's Note

(AN: So, you're about to read this huh? Well, just know that this is written purely out of boredom. It was random, just something that popped into my head, and to be honest, i'm likely to take it down at some point. Add to the fact that I'm a little tired, and I'm working on junkfood and caffinee at the moment. Both of which are fine alone, but no something that should be consumed in large quanties together late at night. So, enjoy, and may God have mercy on my soul for writing this)

Chapter 1: Wallflower Blush

The Strange case of the ID

A The Mask and Equestria Girls Short crossover

Chapter 1 Wallflower Blush

Magic, the word once brought images of illusionists, great stage performers that tickled the senses, and tricked the mind with slight of hand, some mirrors, and lots of prep time. But shortly after the portal to another world was found it was obvious that magic was a tangible force. That magical spells existed, and people could transform into strange new beings without issue. The mundane no longer had the choke hold it did on the world. Now there was evidence of the existence of something more than the drab and dreary daily grind.

Perhaps it was the fact that belief in magic that gave it power, or maybe it was simply waiting in the wings, but regardless magic from what was once believed to be a purely mundane world presented itself in the most unlikely of ways. It was the final year of highschool for Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity. As such it was also the graduation year for Sunny Flare, Indigo Zapp, Sour Sweet, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, and Second Person.

For Crystal Prep the graduation was more of a standing tradition, a mark determining the final days of what could be considered a childhood, and marking the beginning steps into adulthood. In Canterlot High it was much the same, with the exception of a Violator Cupcake monster that was created by leaking equestrian magic that happened to inhabit and animate a collection of cupcakes that had been made.

“Cupcakes aren’t supposed to do that!” Sunset Shimmer screamed as the tentacle beast wrapped around her, laughing, holding her above the ground.

The cupcakes themselves had joined together to form a single being, and it had apparently taken the abridged lessons of how to become a nineteen nineties hentai tentacle monster. Luckily the gems, mixed with their own pony up powers, were managing to slow it down, and she could see the very magic that formed it was slowly leaking out. Still, she was being suspended, half naked, with two tentacles being way too familiar.

No one could blame them for never noticing a softly glowing wooden mask. After all, there was a candy colored, gigantic, hentai inspired cupcake tentacle monster that was currently attempting to violate Sunset Shimmer, that had managed to drag head of horticulture club, and prize flower organizer, Roseluck from the green house with her screaming “The horror, the Horror!” at the top of her lungs until she passed out.

No one noticed the mask, no one paid it any mind. After all, it had been found in the river, cleaned, and slapped onto an art project by Sandlewood. The project, aptly called ‘Trash - Man’ was bringing notice to the amount of pollution found in the river of Canterlot City. Of course he had no idea what the mask truly was. After all, it had simply been floating along on the river itself connected to a few trashbags, a couple of old torn workshirts, and some old fishing line that managed to come together to almost make a humanoid shape. Thus, it was the inspiration for the art piece.

It was an art piece that managed to get him the passing grade he needed to actually graduate without having to attend summer school, and of course that was the graduation that was currently being interrupted by the tentacle monster that had went from attempting to violate Sunset Shimmer, and Roseluck, to aggressively attempting to violate Sunset Shimmer and Roseluck. In an attempt to save as many students as possible, and to keep out of the way of the girls handling the crisis, Principal Celestia had everyone enter into the school, getting away from the tentacle monster that was intending on living out its hentai dreams.

Entering into the school everyone watched from the perceived safety of the large glass doors, and unfortunately it stretched back far enough that some couldn’t see out. Such was the luck of Wallflower Blush and Wiz kid. The two of them couldn’t see, and in an attempt to politely move forward the art projects were bumped into.

At first it appeared that no damage was done, but sadly that was not the case. As the sound of something clattering to the floor could be heard. Wallflower looked at the mask, its glowing inner surface was practically speaking to her, and she lifted it up. She looked at the inside of it, no longer interested in the world outside, and she could practically hear the promises of anything she could ever want.

She grinned, pulled the mask on and a jolt of energy shot through her. The mask became a living being, wrapping around her head, causing her to scream in fear, and she attempted to pull it off, only for it to remain in place, enclosing around her head with ease. She felt herself spin in place, but not a quiet, soft spin, but instead it was as if her body was attempting to reproduce an imitation of a hurricane or tornado. Lighting began to flash around her, and she felt her body change shapes.

She’d never been exactly blessed with classic beauty looks. Her chest was always a little flat, she was thin, but not exactly in shape, and her hips were a little narrow. She felt her hips widen, her breasts grew like two water balloons, and she felt her waist draw in on itself until it was practically gone. In truth, the way she looked was physically impossible. She, on some internal level, understood that her body shape was that of an oversexualized cartoon from the golden age of animation.

Her clothes changed as well. No longer was she wearing her striped sweater and blue jeans. They transformed into a flowing red dress that was slit up the side until it reached just below her panty line. The spinning stopped, and she didn’t feel dizzy, instead she felt amazing! She felt powerful, she felt sexy, she felt beyond amazing. Her brown eyes shined with mischief and she laughed.

“It’s party time!” she exclaimed, “That’s P A R T Y, because I gotta!”

With a laugh she looked above her, jumped, while reaching behind her back, and pulled a sledge hammer from the very voids of space where the fifth dimension, the dimension where imagination ruled all, existed and slammed through the roof of the school and landed on top of it. She looked at the cupcake monster, seeing the destruction, and a slight frown appeared on her face.

“Hey! No fair having all of the fun yourself!” she shouted.

To its credit the newly formed hentai nightmare heard the sound of something new, looked up, and saw the overly sexualized new prey. It puffed itself up, ready to take her own, only to find that its new prey had reached behind its back and pulled out what looked like balloons. It continued to attempt to violate the two girls in its grasp while the others attacked it, but it was confused as to what this new prey was doing. Until the new prey had tied the balloons into the shape of anvil. It jumped, effortlessly, over it, and the balloons popped creating a very real anvil, with the words ACME Corporation on the side, which the new prey then dropped onto the cupcake monster.

The force of the anvil drop was great enough that Sunset was thrown free of the cupcake monster, and at the same time so was Roseluck. Seeing Roseluck heading toward the building the Mask, which was currently Wallflower’s unleashed ID, rocketed forward as fast as she could. She hit the wall of the school, indenting the brick, knocking much of it loose, and she pulled herself away from it with a laugh. She shook, giggled, and looked at the falling Roseluck again. She reached behind her again, and this time she pulled out the single largest coconut cream pie ever known to man. It was eight foot wide, six foot deep, and was simply made to perfection. Roseluck hit it dead in the center and the cool coconut center managed to slow her, absorb the impact perfectly and of course spray coconut cream pie all over the seven girls who stood in awe of what just happened.

The mask put the tin down with a very knocked out Roseluck inside of it, fished her out, and then looked at the others as they stood there.

“Wow, looks like I cream pied all of you, and I didn’t even go futa!”

They stood there, but Pinkie Pie giggled, “Silly, the author of this story might be cool with the idea of having a lesbian orgy when the plot line calls for it, but that is so not this moment!” she laughed, “and besides, he figures that you’re most likely going to hook up with Party Favor, because he really compliments you because you’re kind of quite and reserved, and he’s an extravert on a huge scale!”

“Eh, maybe,” the Mask said, “but right now Mama wants to go clubbin!”

With that she laughed, once again reached behind her, and pulled a nineteen ninety-six Harley Davidson FLSTF Fatboy out from the same place the sledge hammer, balloons that became the anvil, and the gigantic coconut cream pie had come from. She hopped onto it, her clothes changing mid jump from the revealing red dress to white motorcycle suit with a cape behind it, the edges covered in mock flames, and the note, this suit belongs to Evel Knievel, don’t touch! Sewn onto it. She started to motorcycle, and then sped off from the group of girls.

“Ummm, Sunset, darling, what kind of Equestrian Magic was that?” Rarity asked.

Sunset stood, pulling her pants up, which was now filled with frosting, and shook her head, “I have no idea, but we can’t let her get too far, whatever that thing is, I’m sure that it’s most likely dangerous, I mean did you see it bring everything out from practically nowhere?!”

The girls ran to the van that Pinkie Pie had bought, which was an older Volkswagen minibus that had seen three owners, over two hundred thousand miles, and more garage bands inside of it than anyone could truly guess. It started on the second try, and then they took off in the direction that the motorcycle had headed. It was too early for clubbing, there wasn’t any that was actively open. But the direction they were heading wasn’t exactly a clubbing area. It was an area of gated communities, well to do individuals that held socially acceptable positions of power in the local area.

They saw the motorcycle, which had somehow been buried into the back of a school bus, which had been flipped up on its side, and the word painted, in bright pink, “I used the backdoor!” Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but giggle. They looked at Crystal Prep Academy, and the seven of them heard the sound of shouts and screams from inside. They rushed in and found Wallflower Blush on the ground. She was groaning, but looked unharmed. They could see the clothes she was wearing, which had been the white motorcycle suit, was slowly turning back into her own clothes.

“W..what happened?” she asked as she looked up.

“We’re not sure,” Sunset said, “but whatever it is has gotten loose over here.”

“Somebody Spank Me!” a voice shouted with a laugh from deep inside of the school.

“And it’s somewhere over there.”