Acid Trips: Rainbow Trance / Flutterbeatz
By: Syncronis Armani
INSTRUMENTAL MIX [Pegasus is Equestrian for Angel]
You're beginning to wonder how you keep getting yourself into these situations as you tap your foot on the edge of Fluttershy's love-seat in an attempt to steel your nerves for the night ahead of you. It probably isn't making it any easier, hearing the sounds coming from Fluttershy's bedroom upstairs.
"C'mon Fluttershy, stop squirming! You're not making... this any... easier!"
"Oh, but I really don't think this is a good ide-eep! Remember what happened last time, Rainbow Dash?"
"Oh, you're gonna be FINE, that's why we have HIM coming with us! Besides, I'm making sure you don't lose your clothes this time, okay?"
Those words don't seem to be making things any easier either, answering only one question in your head and yet, raising so many more. You take a free moment to ponder to yourself just what the hell you're doing here with a little bit of logical math; Apparently, Fluttershy (of all ponies) had gotten her hooves on a trio of exclusive tickets for DJ PON-3's latest 'sweet rave party' going on in town. She and Rainbow Dash had apparently gotten it in their heads that you were a great third choice to go with them, citing that an earth pony like yourself would be a great 'ground' for them.
You groan to yourself at that; the joke doesn't sound any better now than it did before.
When you asked them what their other friends were up to, they simply stated that they were 'too busy to come', stating that you were 'highly recommended'. You can more than easily piece together where they got THAT idea from; Zecora had more than likely told them about you during one of their little 'get-togethers' or whatever. You quivered in place at the thought of the zebra, having started seeing her as a 'friend with benefits', you had become more than thankful that Twilight was willing to give you that book on 'handling zebras'. You could have done well without her assaulting you with questions on your experience though, but that's another story.
Your thought of train is stopped midway as you hear the hoofsteps of your two compatriots coming down the stairs, lifting your head up to get a look at them... and letting your jaw drop in the process. Rainbow Dash had apparently taken a hip-hop style on, going with a light blue jacket over-top a tattered white undershirt, if it could even be called such a thing being torn in half and half-to-ruins. The jacket seemed to almost blend into her fur's coloring almost perfectly, save for the darker-colored lining combined with the white of the undershirt allowing for it to stand out as a statement of its own. Of course, the rainbow pockets and emblems of her cutie mark on the left shoulder and back were statements all of their own, adding to the flair of her rainbow mane and tail conveniently held in check with hairbands. It seemed that she had also decided to wear a matching belt, jingling loosely from her waist, though it seemed quite useless and almost unseen to the common eye.
Fluttershy was a whole other story, apparently wearing a tight cross-wrap being held on by her Element of Kindness, combined with a pink mini-skirt and; you stop and blink for a moment as you realize that she is sporting a pair of short-shorts, which look remarkably nice on her, but must be oh~so uncomfortable as you can tell by the awkward way she is making her way down the stairs. When Rainbow Dash was saying that she wouldn't be worming her way out of her clothes, she really must have meant it, you can only imagine how much work it was to get INTO those things.
Both girls were sporting a menagerie of cheap bands on their hooves, along with some unused glow-sticks sticking from various areas of their wardrobe. Rainbow Dash was even sporting some (very) light makeup, while Fluttershy was sporting blue glow-in-the-dark butterflies in her hair. All-in-all, the two together made for a VERY incredible pair to hit the clubbing scene with... it kind of makes you feel a little under-dressed, actually.
You take a quick glance at the red-and-black tank top you'd thrown together, a set of front/back legwarmers keeping the style flowing along with a pair of slightly baggy suspenders to finish the job; the entire thing not as difficult to throw together as Fluttershy's or even Dash's, but enough to help re-administer your confidence that you are indeed awesome-looking.
"Hah, told you he'd be speechless when he saw us!" you can't help but give the blue pegasus a cheeky glare as they approached, Fluttershy shrinking into herself slightly as her face decided to try and match your outfit's color. "So c'mon, tell it to me 'straight up', do we look good or what?"
She struck a pose at that, something you think is supposed to be 'gangsta' as they say, and you're really doing your damnedest not to laugh at the moment. Fluttershy apparently wants your attention as well, as she has apparently taken on a more subtle pose, something you expect she learned from her short but sweet time as a fashion model. "Yes, are we... are we stylish?"
You open your mouth to give an opinion, but apparently Dash's hoof decides otherwise, the taste of rain and something slightly gritty filling your taste-buds. "Of course he thinks we're stylish! He'd be crazy if he didn't, right?" She removes her hoof and you stick your tongue out slightly at her, finding out that apparently she'd gotten the grand idea to put on some glitter (you've NO idea how you missed THAT), now noting that she'd also spread it in light amounts along her wings and mane as she was now teasing your cheek with her outstretched wing. "Don't look too bad yourself there, handsome... maybe Zecora'll let me share..."
That last part came out as a whisper, but you decide not to comment on it, instead letting a nervous chuckle say it all as she continues to tease your cheek. Fortunately, the other mare in the room is more than aware of the current situation, the sound of her clearing her throat snapping Rainbow Dash from her trance. "Um, Rainbow Dash... Maybe we should be going now..." her light tone helped to cover Rainbow's embarrassment as the yellow mare started to trot towards her front door. "If we hurry, we might be able to beat the crowd to th-."
Something about the way she was trying to hurry us along now was raising a question mark in your head, but you weren't about to question it. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was apparently in on her plan and in no mood for her shenanigans; grabbing her tail and holding her in place as she trotted in place, you can't help but snicker slightly at the image before you.
"Oooooh, no you don't, Fluttershy! You're not getting out of this THAT easily!" She whimpered at the declaration and you can't help but raise your eyebrow at them, wondering just what in the goddesses' name she was trying to escape... and whether or not you should be making a break for it as well. Unfortunately for you, Dash is a step ahead of you, speaking through a mouthful of pink hair. "Don't you move either, handsome! EVERYpony knows that you can't go out to the club without gettin' yourself just a little bit messed up!"
You don't like where this is headed. You watch with pursed lips as she pulls Fluttershy beside of you and then retreats into the kitchen, leaving the two of you to stand in the living room with a sense of portent and woe. You look to the mare beside of you for a sign of what's to come, only to receive a blush and a cute little smile before she hides behind a curtain of pink and butterflies. It doesn't take long for Dash to come back though, a plate of what appears to be six glasses of water and a cut-up...
OH HELL NO!
You recognize the muffin that has been separated into three pieces in the middle of the plate, surprised that ANYPONY was crazy enough to have saved one of those accursed things, ne'er the less for six whole days. As she sits the plate on the table (which has seen MUCH better days), you stare up at the speed demon in hopes that your eyes can convey the message of 'You have GOT to be shitting me' quite clearly. Unfortunately, she doesn't quite seem to catch the hint as she separates everything into three equal shares.
"Eat THIS first..." She pointed to the muffin on her end of the plate with her hoof. "Then drink THIS cup second..." She moved to point at the first cup of water above it. "Then THIS cup last!" She moved to show the last cup near the center of the plate. "Simple as A-B-3, right ponies?" You give a mild grunt at that statement; speaking from personal experience, nothing involving THOSE muffins was ever that easy.
"Okay, ready... 1-2-3, GO!"
All three of you bend down to take the muffin shard in one bite and immediately you think "Just WHERE did she keep that thing, anyway?" Unfortunately, wherever she kept it wasn't a very proper place, as it was quite stale and crunchier than you remember it to be. Deciding to push through the matter and be done with it, you take the first quarter-filled glass of water in your lips and attempt to wash away th-
OH GODDESS' EYE!
You drop the glass to the floor and gag in place as you realize that you just downed two shot-glasses worth of vodka in a single gulp. Some dark voice in the back of your head tells you that wasn't the brightest of ideas you've ever had as you immediately grab the second, larger glass of water in your lips and down it in attempts to soothe your burning throat. That annoying voice speaks up again, stating that if you were a smarter pony, you might have wondered what that second glass COULD have been filled with before you started drinking it; you ignore it with the knowledge that when all of this kicks in, that voice won't be speaking for much longer.
You look to the side and see that the girls haven't really fared much better than you have, the face that Fluttershy is making being absolutely priceless. You decide not to point it out to the poor dear as she chugs down the glass of water, instead watching Rainbow Dash take down the vodka like a pro, wondering just what kind of tolerance she has for that kind of pain. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for her to finish off her water, leaving the two of you to glare at the multicolored mare for an explanation.
"What? I heard from a friend that those things are MAD awesome!" She nods her head and waves a hoof at you both, making you roll your eyes back and look away; You wern't about to vouch for that. "Twilight happened to have grabbed a few of them and I managed to talk her out of one... You two should be thanking me for this!"
Thank. Yes, that's EXACTLY what you want to do. As soon as she comes back into focus.
Wait. Oh SPOOT. The muffin seems to be kicking in a lot faster than you remember. Or maybe its just the vodka. Or both. You're afraid to say that you're not quite sure at this point. Dash isn't looking much worse for the wear, but Fluttershy looks like she's already taking quite a critical hit, her eyes beginning to show slight signs.
"Okay, NOW we can go!" she practically flew out the door... or would have, had it not been closed. You allow yourself a quiet chuckle as Fluttershy tends to the stunned mare, the two of them chattering to themselves before they head out the door, calling back to you to catch up before you get left behind.
The trot into town was thankfully uneventful, the alcohol kicking in more-so than the muffin as you notice that you're having just a slight bit of trouble walking straight, focusing on the sheer idea that you WON'T start seeing the world in a 'whole new light'. However, it wasn't until you'd gotten into the square and started to make your way 'round the bends that Rainbow Dash pulls you aside, floating along your side in order to make some 'pleasant conversation'. The action seems to put Fluttershy into some unease, but you assure her that you'll be right behind her, watching her supple behin-nnngh; your brain stops itself at that last piece of commentary, not wanting to let your active libido distract you and leave you open to the threat of bipedal corruption.
"Look, I know you THINK you know why you're here with us, but I don't think you KNOW why you're here with us."
You blink at the statement, your face showing confusion clear as crystal before Rainbow continued on as if she were talking about some 'Stable 51' secret.
"Ya see, Fluttershy has a sort of... 'history' when it comes to music...
Now THAT doesn't sound quite right; you remember seeing her performing with the birds at the Summer Sun Celebration before and she didn't seem to be any different then than she had any other time.
"When she starts to 'get into the beat', she starts to... well, she gets caught up in the moment, ya' know? Really starts to lose herself in the rhythm and its like... like she's a whole other pony!"
'That seems like the silliest thing I've ever heard' you think to yourself as you watch Rainbow Dash sway mid-air in her attempt to convey her message across. You think that the fiber-based hallucinogen is finally starting to kick in; there definitely seems to be something off about the midair mare.
"I know you don't really believe me, I mean seriously, its FLUTTERSHY. But its true; did you ever ask her just HOW she knows Vinyl Scratch...?"
You never really did, now that you think about it; it was hard enough for the poor dear to ask you to come in the first place that you really didn't press into the matter like you could have.
"It happened 'round the time when she was working with that crazy Photo Finish... She and Scratch met up at one of her fashion shows and Fluttershy got invited to one of her raves... I can't tell you EVERYTHING that happened, but let's just say those two got to know each other REAL well that night..."
You stop in place and think for a moment on the implications of such a sentence... No... No way... You turn to Rainbow Dash, about to question just what those words REALLY meant; you turn to Rainbow Dash in hopes to clear the air... and your jaw drops to the ground in shock. The muffin shard has finally kicked in and its definitely done quite a number on you this time.
A young woman floats in midair before you, far from 'adult and yet not too young to be a part of 'the crowd', the perfect point in existence where one not only feels like they can take on the world, but have the strength and vigor to back that spirit. She was definitely well-toned, though far from the level that Zecora was at, you conclude that all her training and preparations to join the Wonderbolts have done her body quite well. Just as Zecora's did when she 'changed', her tail had disappeared but her mane changed only slightly, hair becoming longer than you remember it beforehand; the spectrum of colors helps to bring out her eyes, a beautiful strong rose almost violet in nature, the speckles of glitter in her hair making her shine bright in the darkness about.
The jacket she wore came down to her midriff, just above her belly button, light blue fabric complimenting her smooth alabaster skin; the tattered white tank top barely touching her stomach seems to have far too many holes within it, fortunately it seems that there is a light cloth bra on underneath, the feint images of storm clouds showing through the holes of the top. The belt that had hung so loose off of her waist beforehand had become 'magically' attached to a pair of tattered blue jeans so full of holes that you can see the matching storm cloud boxers that she 'happened' to wear underneath them. The most amazing part of it all though... happened to be her wings: beautiful crystal blue wings that spread out at arms' length, feint glitter spread about them making them shine bright with each flap that kept her aloft.
You've stopped in place, staring at this transformed beauty in amazement and confusion and all she does is look at you like you're some kind of two-headed... wait... could she be...?
"You're seeing it, aren't you?" It comes out as more of a statement than a question, Rainbow Dash touching down in worn blue-and-yellow sneakers and placing her hands into the rainbow pockets of her jacket. "The 'other me', I mean... She told me what happens, what we 'become' when you eat one of those things." Her wings fold up behind her, feathers compacting in a way you expect must help keep balance and stay out of the way. "I gotta admit, they do a good job, Pinkie Pie's muffins... you look good. Almost makes me wish I had a mirror..." She spins in place on the back of her heels and brings a hand in front of herself in what you assume to be her definition of a 'cool pose'. "But tell the truth: Pony or not, do I look awesome or what?"
You're not about to touch that question when you hear a sharp squeak ahead of you along with the sounds of shoes along the hard road coming towards you. The both of you turn your heads forward at the same time, expecting to see Fluttershy scampering backwards after noticed that the two of you had stopped without warning her first.
"Guys... I'm feeling kinda fun~!"
As justified as her reaction is to the two of you, you can't help be be in awe at what its done to her, making the one pony whom normally fades into the background quite a sight to behold; she was without a doubt the one with the least amount of clothing in your party, showing skin that while not as muscular as Rainbow's or Zecora's was, definitely seemed to be the most cared for. The yellow cross-wrap she wore really did nothing more than keep her breasts in check, the mounds definitely larger than Zecora's were, the folds and wrinkles in the fashionable cloth making them seem much more... tantalizing. The mini-skirt she is sporting does well to accent her hips, but the way those shorts are hugging at her, its almost like she's wearing nothing at all underneath them! You shudder to yourself at the thought, infecting your subconscious thoughts as deep down inside you see her as some kind of pop diva, shaking her taught bottom to some unknown tune.
Even without makeup, Fluttershy's natural beauty seemed quite foal-like, sweet innocence gifting her with smooth cheeks and perhaps the deepest cyan eyes you've ever had the pleasure of gazing into, despite her being older than her other pegasus friend. Her lips just-so happen to match the color of her pink hair, which had become not only longer due to the lack of a tail, but also more vibrant than before. Her wings happened to be more of a peach color as opposed to Dash's crystal, the feathers not as sharp from lack of use as opposed to the sharper style of Rainbow's own. All-in-all, you have to say that the 'other' version of Fluttershy is something of a 'Ponydora's Box'; both innocent and succulent in its packaging, yet a surprise waits inside that could very well blow your mind.
The look of intrigue and panic that she is giving Rainbow Dash and yourself is something you'd never thought possible on a pony's face; on one hoof, she knows that its the two of you standing there before here, you're both wearing the same clothes and still sound the same as before; on the other hand, there are two large two-legged creatures standing before one of the meekest poni-err, humans you've come to know of. The way that she is shuffling about in her butterfly sandals gives you the idea that she could flee at the drop of a pin, and the barely audible whine your ears are picking up only helps to back your theory.
"Please don't freak out!" Rainbow Dash beats you to the punch in calling out to her, watching her recoil slightly at the statement, her hair now covering about eighty percent of her face as she chews on it nervously. It'd be absolutely adorable if not for the fact it was the only thing keeping her from screaming. Fortunately, Rain is quick to clear things up as she blows past you to console her friend, extravagant hand motions and feint tittering the only thing you can make out as you see Flutter's expression go from pindrop panic to mild understanding to calm smile in a matter of minutes.
You place a hand over your heart and release the breath you'd unconsciously held in, grateful that the situation didn't devolve into mayhem like you'd thought it might. However, the sounds of shoes clopping on the ground reminds you that the night is far from over as the girls start running off towards a lit-up corner of town, calling out to you as their distance away increases.
"C'mon slowbro, we're almost there! Speed up, or else you're gonna miss out on all the fun!"
You bring your hand up to cover your eye and give an audible sigh, that crazy mare just doesn't know how to slow down, you groan to yourself as you shake your head and gallop off to catch up with them.
END: INSTRUMENTAL MIX [Pegasus is Equestrian for Angel]
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