After the sharing of pizza, some time spent just chatting among the three of them, and Dee unpacking enough not to spend the night dozing on a bare mattress, Sweetie Belle had to excuse herself, and the possibility for any further conversation died out when Scootaloo needed to finish up an assignment and call it a night. That left Dee lying on her bed, practically alone with her thoughts.

Throughout the night, she thought she might have nodded off, only to be awoken by a sudden cessation of Scootaloo's snoring. The noise didn't bother her, strangely enough. It reminded her that she was safe, that she wasn't alone, and that nobody was going to barge in and hurt her. As a result, she couldn't tell when she finally drifted off for good.

The first thing she noticed after the snoring faded away was that she was no longer in the dorm room. Gone were the beds, dressers, and Scootaloo's wall of posters, and so too was Dee's nightie. Instead, she found herself wearing the same dress she's worn to the Hot Trot Fever tournament, standing in line before the very arcade she's competed in only hours ago.

Unlike this afternoon, however, there were very few stallions or colts lined up outside the building. Instead, all of the ponies around her were mares, ranging from her own age to that of her mother. Much to her confusion, all of them were wearing outfits that could be considered nothing short of too risqué for public, particularly the well endowed mare in the microbikini and the one wearing only a thong beneath her assless chaps.

"This is going to be so much fun, don't you think?" said a familiar voice beside her. Why was that voice so familiar, though?

Dee froze mid-turn as she caught sight of the speaker. She'd seen that pony's face in the mirror enough times to be alarmed. To a certain extent, she was seeing herself standing beside her—only that wasn't entirely accurate. The pony she saw, while not Sweetie-tier, certainly was not lacking in the cleavage department, and her hips were much more pronounced than Dee’s. Both of these facts were made readily apparent by the scantily cut Neighponese school filly uniform intended for a pony of far less plentiful curves.

More to the point, it was as if she was Dee’s color inverse. Shades of blue adorned the mare instead of brown, yellow and orange. Even her eyes were a literal inversion of her own; sporting blue irises, white pupils, and black sclera, she had the look of sort of... slutty demon.

“What’s going to be fun?” she felt compelled to ask, even as some tiny part of her mind tried to inform her that something was not right. After all, Arcade Heaven was a family friendly establishment; they’d never allow such a fleshly collection of ponies to march on the place like some kind of streetwalker convention. Would they?

Dee’s doppelganger—eeD, her mind suggested—smiled at the question, as though she’d fully expected it. There was something about that smile that bothered her, though. After only a second’s ponderance, it occurred to her that it was the same sort of predatory, sexual smile Diamond Tiara often wore during their sessions: arrogant, with the self assurance of being dominant and in control.

“You don’t know?” eeD said in a tone that oozed condescension. “Oh, baby, I don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Just know that you’ll love it; you could even say it's right up your alley.”

All she could muster up was a frown at that assertion. There wasn't anything about what her doppelganger had said that should give her pause, but there was some niggling little whisper in the back of her mind insisting that none of this made sense. Why would it not make sense though? It wasn't so unusual to hang out with your opposite, and when you were invited out to an event, was it not polite to attend?

In the blink of an eye, Dee and eeD were stepping through the door. Much like when she was there earlier today, the arcade machines were all absent from the main floor; in their stead, a curved wall of curtained off booths blocked off the back of the arcade. Some of them were wide, and some appeared deeper than the others.

There was no registration desk, nor were there any indicators of what the event even was. Besides a sign above the booths proclaiming 'Ladies, claim your glory,' and a strange looking coin operated ATM, there was nothing—not even an arcade employee to be seen.

Unable to reign in her curiosity, she watched a mare in an old-timey showgirl outfit wiping her face clean with some kind of kerchief—Oh jeez those are panties!—as she approached the teller machine with a basket full of strange tokens. Before she could see what the machine actually did, however, her inverted companion pulled her sidelong into one of the unoccupied wide booths. "Uh-uh, no spoilers!" eeD said, a mischievous smile playing across her face as she pulled the curtain shut behind them. "It wouldn't be any fun if you got to see the reward before you play the game, right?"

Dee barely heard the mare. Her eyes were darting everywhere in the small room the moment her doppelganger pulled the privacy screen closed. The booth walls shimmered like a two-way mirror, but was supple to the touch, more like a membrane than a solid object. A single basket sat beneath a clear chute protruding from the wall near the curtain.

eeD strode up to the booth’s back wall and, with one dainty finger, she teased her finger at waist-height along the glossy, reflective surface. The wall quivered at her touch, ballooning out as though her fingertip were coaxing some eldritch eye out, and Dee could only watch in morbid curiosity as the bulge receded to reveal a large red griffon dick protruding from a hole in the wall far too small for it to have reasonably fit through. It glistened with moisture, as though the wall itself had lubricated it.

With a longing smile, eeD sank to her knees in front of the long tapered shaft. “Yeah, this is what you want, isn’t it?” she murmured, giving Dee a sidelong glance as she wrapped her fingers around the bulbous knot at the base. Without the slightest bit of resistance offered, her hand slid up the veiny shaft, past the narrow rim of glans, right to the very tip. “You want a place to vent all your lust and confusion, to go wild and suck as many cocks as you can, and maybe find out if it’s true what they say about the feminizing effects of cum, right?”

The young transmare could only stare, transfixed. Words of denial tried to force their way out of her throat as she watched the lewd display, for she desperately wanted to deny her doppelganger’s words, but all she could manage was a weak croak. Her hands trembled as eeD’s pistoned, smearing fresh pre up and down the length as quickly as it could dribble from the tip. It’s not true; I’m not like that!

“But that’s just the way you are now, isn’t it?” It was like the dick wasn’t really there for the mare, just an idle distraction during an otherwise uninteresting conversation. Not once did eeD break off eye-contact as she pleasured the griffon cock before her. Even as the shaft began to twitch, the knot inflating, and she turned her head to wrap her lips around the end of the cock, Dee could feel those white-pupiled eyes staring at her through the back of the mare’s skull.

“You gotta make others feel good in order to feel good about yourself, ‘cause that’s all you are: a perfectly trained slut,” came eeD’s voice, plain and clear, as if she hadn’t a mouthful of cock and cum. “But that’s okay! Just let yourself go, and you can feel good!”

Off in the corner by the curtain, a token dropped through the chute into the basket.

Her opposite’s hand shot out across the distance between them, further than the attached arm’s structure should have allowed, and forcefully drug her to the wall. Even as eeD’s hand forced her to coax a cock of her own from the wall, the chill of danger brought everything into crystal clear sharpness. This is dangerous, her mind screamed at her through the thinning stupor that had been plaguing her as long as she’d been around the mare. Nopony should be able to do that sort of thing; she’s even wearing your face! You need to run.

A black stallion cock throbbed against her palm, even as she fought eeD’s grip. From the other side of the wall she heard somepony groan, and the dick jumped in her fingertips. “A newbie, huh?”

The sound of the voice turned her blood to ice. It was a voice that she knew, one she imagined she would never forget as long as she lived. “Fuckin’ cunt!” echoed inside her mind, accompanied by the sight of a bathroom counter flying up to meet her. “Fuckin’ tease... humiliated me. This fiery little ass is mine.” The words didn’t sound fluid, as if they had been mixed together from separate recordings, offered up by her mind as what would have happened if not for Sweetie.

All fight left her as he spoke again. “It’s alright, it doesn’t bite,” her assailant said, and even as he spoke, she could remember the feeling of his hand on her ass, tugging down her spats and panties. “Though I might.”

Dee blinked away the tears that were beginning to obscure her sight, and suddenly aware that she herself was in a completely different position. Instead of standing before the wall, staring at the cock that could have raped her today, she found herself bent over, staring at eeD as the succubine doppelganger worked a large Diamond Dog cock between her breasts. Any attempt to move her arms came with unyielding resistance, and a single look downwards revealed her torso protruding from the wall itself.

This time, it wasn’t her imagination. A hand firmly cupped her boyish rump, and a thumb toyed with her tail beneath her dress. “Now, this is a much nicer apology, isn’t it?” the bastard said as another hand, and then yet another went beneath the skirt of her dress to grip her behind. “If you’d simply offered yourself up like this, to your superior, as you should have, none of that shit woulda had to happen?”

Countless fingertips raced up and down her thighs, legs, and lower back like millions of insects. She was being touched everywhere but her groin, and she found herself wishing he’d just touch her there, and find out the truth. A beating would be better.

The teasing touches ceased, and his hands once again clamped down on her waist, flipping her dress up over her back. Fingertips slid beneath the waistband of her spats and panties. She bit her lip and bade her stomach not to loose its contents onto the floor before her, even as her throat burned with nonexistent bile; it’d be over soon enough. Rather than simply tug the garments down her legs, as he had before, he literally tore them both from her hips.

“Yes, you were, a fiery little thing, weren’t you?” The voice came as a whisper in her ear, as though the booth wall wasn’t there at all. “But you’re mine now and forever!”

She blinked once, and then twice again. Why isn’t he screaming and raging about me being a sissy freak. He can’t be blind, right? She chanced a glance over her shoulder, and the booth was gone. Instead of the mirror-like paneling of the wall, she could see him as clearly as she had before, even if his face seemed waxy and partly melted and he sported far too many hands to be normal. In fact, she wasn’t even trapped inside a wall now; she was pinned against a countertop once more, her arms trapped beneath her suddenly swollen breasts as hands pressed her shoulders down.

An unfamiliar sensation radiated up from between her haunches as he ground his shaft between her buttocks. There was no pressure as her shrunken testes were crushed against her, nor any throbbing from her traitorous cock; neither sensation was to be found at all. Instead, she felt... squishy.

“Wait, please no!” she squealed, struggling against the grip of her nameless attacker and clamping her thighs shut. “Not this; please not, this!”

“Oh, but you know you want it!” he said, and to her ears his voice sounded distorted, as though spoken through fluid. “Just look at yourself in the mirror.”

Another hand shot out of his misshapen shoulder, clamping around the back of her head. As much as she wanted to not see what he meant, her head was painfully wrenched painfully ahead. There, in the mirror, was eeD, her dark reflection, lips curled up in a lustful grin. Her eyes spoke volumes. “This is what you wanted.”

The head of his cock pressed up against the opening she never had, and she screamed. “No, no, no!”

“Stop right there!” a number of voices boomed from the doorway. “We won’t let you do this.” Before he could press himself further into her, past a maidenhead that was never there, she felt him torn away from her. The mirror shattered and the counter crumbled beneath her, both becoming a fine dust vanishing into a nonexistent breeze.

The moment she hit the tile floor, she pressed her back into the wall and hugged her legs close to her. In addition to protecting herself from further abuse, the action served to put the source of the voices into focus. In that moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. There, standing in the doorway, she could see Sweetie Belle, Twist, Scootaloo, and Applebloom as she had looked as a filly. The sight of them launching themselves at the stallion, suspended in the air in Sweetie’s magical grip made her laugh, simply because it made no sense to her.

Fists and hooves, though none of them his, flew, and Dee managed to suppress a sympathetic wince as her twice would-be-rapist took a blow to the scrotum from the comically tiny Apple Bloom’s hooves. While Sweetie Belle held him harmlessly above the ground, Twist wailed on him with an oversized candy cane. Scootaloo even popped off her prosthetic leg to give him a few whacks. But in spite of the stallion’s crimes, it never got excessively violent.

Following Apple Bloom’s coup de grace, he clutched his ruined pride and dropped out of Sweetie’s green field of magic, falling to the floor in a heap. Each of the mares gave him a kick in the behind before going to wrap their arms around Dee.

“It’s alright,” Sweetie whispered into her ear, stroking her mane gently as the stallion-turned-literal-mare watched Twist pull a phallic looking piece of striped candy from seemingly nowhere. They both winced as the pudgy red-head licked it once before inserting it into the defeated villain’s bottom. “He can’t hurt you now. You have us.”

Dee closed her eyes and sucked in a steadying breath before looking to the door once more. There, standing in the shadows, was the form of a small mare or young child. An ethereal mane and billowed behind her in the nonexistent wind. Though she could not see the pony’s face, she thought she could see a smile crease their muzzle.

Thank you, Princess Luna.

As if none of that had just happened, Dee turned her gaze back to Sweetie Belle, who was now sprawled out on a bed wearing only a very transparent nightgown and not much else. “You know... You’re all mare right now...”

Maybe things aren’t okay right now, and maybe I’m really screwed up in the head, but for now, I think I deserve a little break.

The buzzing of an alarm clock roused Dee Pad from the warm confines of her blankets and the eventful nightmare turned dream. There was no anger at being drawn out of it sooner than she’d have liked; she knew that all good things had to come to an end. Besides, she had a whole lot to do today that simply couldn’t be done if she was asleep.

With that in mind, she rose from her bed, letting the blanket fall free from her half-dressed form. At that same moment, the lamp beside Scootaloo’s own bed flickered to life, revealing the young mare sitting up in bed, fumbling with the off button on her clock’s alarm even as her free hand wiped the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes.

“G’mornin’,” Scootaloo mumbled, looking in Dee’s direction. “You feeling better today?”

Dee nodded, noting that at some point in the Scootaloo’s own sleep, her shorts and t-shirt had been removed, seemingly cast about the room haphazardly. She double checked to make sure that she had not also disrobed while she was sleeping, and was still wearing the admittedly revealing pink babydoll she’d put on before bed “Yeah, I think so.”

Scootaloo’s cheeks flushed slightly, and the mare let out a laugh. “Looks like you had some good dreams, at least,” she said with a gentle smile. “Might wanna go take a shower.”

It was only belatedly that the young transmare realized that her panties felt somewhat damp in front. “Wha—oh crap!” Despite Scootaloo clearly not caring, Dee’s hands shot down to cover the wet spot in her undergarment. “Um, you mind if I take the shower first?”

Her roommate gave herself a sniff, and shrugged. “I’ll be alright if I wait a bit longer, and I imagine you wanna rinse that before it stains.”

For the first time in what felt like months, Dee allowed herself a smile. “Laugh it up, but cum stains are a bitch to get out,” she replied, grabbing her toiletries from her bag. “I’ll try not to take too long, though. Feel’s like I’ve been asleep for months on end.”

Author's Notes:

So, this has been a long time coming, and very much overdue. Part of the reason I had so much trouble getting this one out is that I was unsure how to proceed. To be honest, Chapter 7 would qualify as an ending of a story arc in my eyes, and though I wanted to continue, I knew not how.

In one draft, Dee was dreaming of one of the infamous parts of the Tomb Raider reboot... The mountain village scene that was mistakenly described as a rape scene before the game's release. At the time, the idea was to put Dee in the role of Lara, and her attacker from chapter 5 in the role of the guy who would choke Lara to death. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a good way to ponify it.

In another, Scootaloo would be woken by a Dee having a night-terror because of the events of the fifth chapter. Unfortunately, this didn't pan out either and I started getting frustrated to the point of going on hiatus.

At this point, you're probably wondering why I decided to go the way I did with this. I wanted to use this chapter to get back I to touch with the lingering emotional issues for Dee, as well as reflect on her unsureness regarding her sexuality, while also having a push that there are ponies there for her.

Thanks, Patch for the pre-read.