Snickerfilly flutters her eyelashes coyly. "Oh, you think I'm hot?" she purrs playfully. "That totally makes me feel better about being gender-bent."
"...I can't tell whether you're being serious or sarcastic...I'm guessing sarcastic. Hey, it's your own fault." Soft points out. Man, that pie was sticky.
"So, what was the hug supposed to accomplish? Other than making me need a bath." She asks.
Snickerfilly grumbles. "I was hoping the pie might still have some magic left in it, so it'd zap you too. Then we'd see how funny you thought it was..." she replies with annoyance. She then sighs. "Great. I'm stuck as a mare. Again. How do we fix this, anyway?"
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Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
Snickerfilly grumbles. "I was hoping the pie might still have some magic left in it, so it'd zap you too. Then we'd see how funny you thought it was..." she replies with annoyance. She then sighs. "Great. I'm stuck as a mare. Again. How do we fix this, anyway?"
"....Oh."
There's a slight *Poof* and Soft is now a heck of a lot bigger.
"....CELESTIADAMNITTHISWASNEVERSUPPOSEDTOHAPPENAGA IN. Soft says, with a deep booming voice.
The pie has changed her significantly. She now looks like Prince Blueblood, except with a black coat and red mane.
And now it was Snicker's turn to fall on his her back and laugh hysterically. "Wait, wait, hah hah," she squeaks through bouts of laughter and giggles. "Again? There... there... hee hee hee heee... there was a first time? Hee..."
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Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
Of course, this also meant there was enough magic for some stallion-glove, which results in Foxglove looking mildly perturbed as she switches sex and grows to the upper end of the pony build frame; Foxglove as a stallion is in the model of a unicorn version of Big Macintosh, though her hair remained long and wavy because it looks interesting.
"...This only proves my point, you realize. He who bakes pastries must be cautious not to become a pastry himself; when you lick the gender-bender pie, the gender-bender pie licks you."
Foxglove pointed out deeply, looking down at Snickers from the great height of her male body.
"Once. Before I came to Bridle Shores. *Sigh* I bet I look like Prince Blueblood again, don't I?" she asks.
Yes, she very much does. "I"m getting revenge for this. By which I mean, I say I'm going to, and then I'm just going to forget this ever happened in a couple days." Soft says.
Despite being completely covered in pie, a visible blush rises to Snickerfilly's cheeks as she looks up at the massive, imposing, handsome figure of StallionGlove.
Yes. The pie on her cheeks is blushing.
"Ahem," she coughs quietly, before looking over at Soft. "I'm sorry, you're not actually mad are you? And no, Prince Blueblood is a different color scheme, from what I know..."
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Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
Despite being completely covered in pie, a visible blush rises to Snickerfilly's cheeks as she looks up at the massive, imposing, handsome figure of StallionGlove.
Yes. The pie on her cheeks is blushing.
"Ahem," she coughs quietly, before looking over at Soft. "I'm sorry, you're not actually mad are you? And no, Prince Blueblood is a different color scheme, from what I know..."
"Alright, let me be more specific then. Do I look like a palette-swapped Prince Blueblood? And yes, I am a little mad." Soft says, getting up to go clean himself off. It didn't take too long. "As for a cure...Smoothie definitely knows a spell but may not be willing to cast it. I better not use the one I know, because last time I did it...didn't end up as intended. There's also Dr. Magic, but I don't know how that would turn out. We could also just wait it out...though...exactly how many servings did you make?"
It was with mixed emotions that Silvermane stepped into the bar. She was very happy that Whitefire was back, but she'd heard Soft was planning to leave, which made her sad. So, reluctantly, she stepped into the bar ... and completely forgot about everything when she saw what was going on.
"Um.....?" Very eloquent, Silvermane.
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"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
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Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
"Hi Silvermane...Ummm...Snickers wanted the recipe for my genderbending pie, tried to cook some, and it blew up all over her. Then I couldn't stop laughing, so she glomped me and turned me into a Stallion, and then Foxglove licked Snickers and now here we are. I'm Soft by the way." Soft said with a nervous smile.
The luminescent pie-blush triggered a blush combo. But Foxglove can just wait five seconds for the weather to change in her head, so eventually, he calmed down.
"Or we could work on our own counter-cure, maybe involving some form of fruit crumble...But I've strengthened my walkways since last time...So I can wait."
Stallionglove shrugged. It didn't bother her much....But he was a little clumsy, so he kind of ended up knocking into Snickerfilly when he turned.
"We've discovered the inevitable reaction chain of baking mishaps, and also watch for Foxtrot. He's sort of been passed out for a while now."
Snickerfilly, much smaller in frame than normally, is easily bopped across the floor by the glancing impact with the much larger Stallionglove. The end result is a long smear of whipped cream across the floor, and a very dizzy pegasus mare sprawled out on her back after rolling several times. "Ow."
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Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
Snickerfilly, most of her face now visible now that much of whipped cream has been smeared off, grins goofily while her eyes spin. "Peachy!" she proclaims in a chipper fashion.
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Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
"...Is that actually peachy, or just the spinning talking?"
She took a step back, fumbling just a bit on the whipped cream on the ground.
"Because you still sort of look mostly cookie-brown, and probably still taste like vanilla whipped cream. Or you did a second ago. I can check again."
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Library
Pyrite ended up at the library again. Why? He didn't know. It hardly seemed like the good idea, since he was sore about this whole Spark x Smoothie thing and all the deception he was picking up on.
So when he came in, his head was low, his ears were pinned back, and his expression was entirely sour.
Pyrite ended up at the library again. Why? He didn't know. It hardly seemed like the good idea, since he was sore about this whole Spark x Smoothie thing and all the deception he was picking up on.
So when he came in, his head was low, his ears were pinned back, and his expression was entirely sour.
"Hi Pyrite. What's up?...You look really not pleased about something." Smoothie says with a questioning look.
He had promised Spark he'd leave it alone. He'd promised.
Promised. So he wasn't going to.
Instead, he just replied through gritted teeth,
"I just talked to Spark. Guess what he said."
He had promised Spark he'd leave it alone. He'd promised.
Promised. So he wasn't going to.
Instead, he just replied through gritted teeth,
"I just talked to Spark. Guess what he said."
Smoothie didn't like the look Pyrite was giving her."...I'm guessing he's not taking my lack of desire to be with him particularly well?" She asks, feeling like that's probably the case.
Pyrite's desire to hold it in completely crumbled away.
"Well, not when you take him on a date! That's just leading a colt on."
"....What? What do you mean take him on a date? I've been avoiding him, because you came and told me that you told him I didn't want to be with him, and I shouldn't do the thing where we planned on working out together, and I haven't seen him since." Smoothie says, and there's not an ounce of deception in her eyes.
The anger and frustration drained out of Pyrite, replaced by a deep and unsettling fear.
"I didn't tell you...Any of that."
He said, as the lightbulb dawns. It's not the total lightbulb, since who goes into a situation assuming changelings, but certainly a lot of a lightbulb.
"Smoothie, what do you know about magical disguises? "
Pyrite had been working on some, but not on this scale. Magical (and sellable) versions of the false mustache, etc. Things you could market easily.
The anger and frustration drained out of Pyrite, replaced by a deep and unsettling fear.
"I didn't tell you...Any of that."
"...Oh dear."
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"Smoothie, what do you know about magical disguises? "
Pyrite had been working on some, but not on this scale. Magical (and sellable) versions of the false mustache, etc. Things you could market easily.
"A lot. They're often pretty bad, unless you're really familiar with the pony, or not going for extreme accuracy...unless the perpetrator is a Changeling." Smoothie says, getting a bad feeling in her stomach. "Changeling disguises are....pretty darn thorough. The only ways to tell they aren't who they appear to be is through how they act, and facial expressions. Short of forcing them out of their disguise anyway." Smoothie says.
Pyrite thought about this. He couldn't really sort out the real cause of this, except 'someone else'. After all, he didn't know how to tell a really good illusionist from a changeling... He turned away and closed his eyes to think.
"Follow the money...Follow the money..."
He muttered. 'Money' didn't have to be 'money,' though. After all, he had already realized that without Charger, there wasn't any money in this group of friends.
"What sort of magical enemies do you have, Smoothie? That's what we're dealing with, definately."
Pyrite thought about this. He couldn't really sort out the real cause of this, except 'someone else'. After all, he didn't know how to tell a really good illusionist from a changeling... He turned away and closed his eyes to think.
"Follow the money...Follow the money..."
He muttered. 'Money' didn't have to be 'money,' though. After all, he had already realized that without Charger, there wasn't any money in this group of friends.
"What sort of magical enemies do you have, Smoothie? That's what we're dealing with, definately."
"I...don't have any. Not that I know of anyway...There's only one pony I recall being able to do something like that, but I haven't seen her for a long time...and honestly, I hope for her sake that isn't her." Smoothie says in a less than pleasant tone.
"OK, so then whoever this is...We need to catch them in the act. A good con gets run by throwing your enemies off-balance. Not letting them think carefully, not letting them have all the information..."
He already knew what needed doing; just not how to do it.
"First, you an I need a thing, so we don't get hung up on who's real and who isn't....But before I talk strategy...How did we meet, Smoothie?"
He asked. Now that there was a definate imposter, he needed to be sure.
"And you can ask me whatever you like, too, of course."
"OK, so then whoever this is...We need to catch them in the act. A good con gets run by throwing your enemies off-balance. Not letting them think carefully, not letting them have all the information..."
He already knew what needed doing; just not how to do it.
"First, you an I need a thing, so we don't get hung up on who's real and who isn't....But before I talk strategy...How did we meet, Smoothie?"
"You jumped out of the bushes and tried to peddle us some phony stuff. There was some legit stuff, but the map you tried to sell us was probably not. However, I'm not even sure how much we can trust that, since we don't know how long the impostor has been here. So, in the future, ask my questions where the only feasible way I could answer correctly is if I read your mind. As for proving whether you're you or not..." Smoothie casts a spell that might tingle a bit, but won't actually do anything."...Alright, you're definitely not an impostor."
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