Ponies had long been known as a tolerant bunch.

True, they were frightened easily, and the herd mentality that had evolved over millions of years wasn’t exactly purged in the few millennia they’d decided to build cities. And certainly, every zebra, griffon, and minotaur would leave for pony lands with the same warning: never threaten a pony child, and never antagonise ponies when one of their children is missing. The occasions where ponies showed reluctance to accept new and strange things were usually cited as being due to circumstance, rather than any prejudice on the ponies’ part. After all, many ponies would argue, it takes a dangerous creature to survive in a dangerous place, and if you live among monsters, one has to ask why the monsters would shy away from you.

Minor caveats aside, ponies, as a race, had a reputation for their tolerance, and this tolerance stretched to sexual deviants of the norm. However, while their race was tolerant as a collective, individual ponies still knew shame. When faced with the dilemma of exploring their true selves -- possibly the greatest driving force in any pony’s life -- in the face of public humiliation, social barriers had long stopped all but the most curious and zealous of ponies.

Thus the need for anonymity among fetishists was formed. Baltimare naturally added their system of anonymous dressing rooms to attend to this need, but this alone would have left ponies with a great practical conundrum: how to disguise oneself properly. A unicorn could make their horn disappear easily enough, but there were timing issues involved on having it reappear. An Earth pony could put a fake horn or fake wings on a costume, but this still created an inequality, as whoever wore a costume with a fake horn was already identifiable as not being a pegasus pony. All things considered, unicorns had an easier time hiding their true selves than the other two races did, while pegasus ponies had an unfair handicap in the matter. Anypony wearing a cape to hide their wings could still be identified as hiding wings, and anypony not wearing a cape could be identified as not hiding wings, thus being either unicorn or Earth pony. Identity was not absolutely secret and equality was not guaranteed.

As a direct result, for the longest time, it was customary for fetish-exploring ponies to attempt to dress up as another race and thereby make other races look like perverts. That is, of course, until one Marquis Clever Biscuit from the Pony Neo-Classical Era realised that merely hiding body parts in tight costumes would never quite work. The art of magically forming rubber as a temporary construct was ancient by the time Marquis de Biscuit was born, but strangely nopony had ever given thought to the deceptively simple answer to anonymity’s needs. The answer, as he wrote down in the first version of the Eroticon -- paraphrased for the sake of modern readers -- rang thusly:

If you wear a costume that makes both wings and horn look real, it doesn’t matter which one is. Unicorns can wear a costume with fake wings, properly constructed and held in place. Pegasus ponies can keep their wings up and covered and just slap a horn on their costume. Earth ponies get both. Any kind of pony could be under a rubber alicorn costume. Well, any pony except a real alicorn, because that would just be scandalous.

As Rainbow Dash heard the clopping and squeaking of the multitudes of rubber-encased alicorns perusing paraphernalia, she found herself wondering just who was under each costume. To her delight, she didn’t have the faintest clue.

Twilight tapped her shoulder and spoke in her high-pitched voice. “Remember, I’ll let you talk if you really want to, but I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed because somepony recognises you. Stay close to me, and let me know if you want to get anything. If I read it right, a lot of pets here don’t talk, so we’ll blend right in.”

Rainbow Dash nodded as Twilight led the way towards the first aisle. Before her lay a collection of cuffs, mouth bits, and gags, all of varying materials. Rainbow kept her eye on the purple rubber alicorn beside her, and said alicorn kept her eye on the red and black rubber alicorn, which wasn’t an easy trick because red and black was apparently a popular colour scheme among fetishists. Rainbow’s mind reeled at the sight of so many anonymous ponies covered in shiny, sleek rubber, even if the stuff was only temporary, and possibly a different material from rubber.

Twilight was right. It’s the perfect disguise. Nopony can tell it’s me, or her. Nopony would ever think it’s her, it’s brilliant! Focus, Rainbow, check the merchandise. Let’s see, I can’t really do anything with cuffs, I think, and gags aren’t exactly my thing, either. She chuckled to herself, stealing another glance at the purple rubber alicorn beside her. Oh, this is gonna be fun. Suppose I did run into somepony I know? My neighbours could be standing right next to me and I’d never know.

She pushed that thought away and followed her Mistress. Get a grip, Rainbow. Nopony from Ponyville would ever come to a place like this.

“Hey, Bonsie, look! They’ve got those arm sleeves you wanted.”

Rainbow Dash froze and turned to look at the rubber alicorn who’d spoken. This one was a rarity in the crowd, given the mint green colour scheme and a red and white candy cane pattern of the horn. No, it couldn’t be…

“I told you, Puppetstrings, when I’m in the costume it’s ‘Mistress Liquorice Whip’! Ooh, and there’s a discount on gags, too. You always get the best deals here.” The second one was beige, and also sported a candy cane pattern on her horn, possibly as a means of finding each other in the crowds.

Twilight had frozen as well. She looked back at Rainbow Dash and gestured for them to continue. Rainbow Dash followed wordlessly, and did her best to filter out the sound of legions of rubber alicorns clopping around with their squeaky hooves.

Huh. I wonder what other surprises we’re gonna get.

Princess Celestia strode through the crowds with all her royal grace in every step. No guards flanked her, for this was not a place of violence. Here, princess Celestia was just like any other pony, casually browsing the offer of dildos on one end, and acknowledging the newer ‘dragon cock’ designs with little more than a courteous glance. She picked up one of these dragon members for her personal collection, paid for it, then moved along. None of the rubber alicorns paid any heed to her, none except Twilight Sparkle, who had a few questions as to why Celestia would be interested in draconic phalluses, whether or not she should be worried about Spike’s well-being, and why Celestia had bothered to turn her fur into a rubber skin. Twilight could only guess it was to fit in with the crowds, which apparently worked, given how nopony paid any attention to their immortal sovereign.

From within her own rubber confines, Twilight’s mind was grinding its gears hard enough even for Rainbow Dash to hear. Rainbow kept on moving past the dildo stand, but Twilight stopped her. Twilight pointed to a contraption that looked like some sort of undergarment, but was equipped with two thick prongs. One was pointed inward, the other outward.

“Double strapon, Ma’am?” the vendor alicorn asked. He was dressed in the same red and black as most ponies here were, though this one had more of a claw mark pattern than Rainbow’s straight, techy linework.

Twilight nodded, her smile occluded by the mask. “Yes, please, and do you have anything in purple?”

Rainbow Dash felt the cold sweat of fear trickle down her neck. She’s getting a strapon? She’s planning to use that to… have sex like stallions would?

The vendor nodded in agreement. “By costume reference, I presume? Yes, we have that darker shade of purple in stock. Would you like the standard model or do you have any preference for a breed model?”

Rainbow Dash bit her lip. She’s not seriously going to…

Twilight’s costume squeaked when she raised a hoof to ponder. “Well, I know what the breed looks like, but I don’t know the name. The stallions have a stocky build, thick forelegs, rather soft fuzz around the hooves. Mares have a shorter mane than normal, both are good endurance runners, but poor sprinters. Does that narrow it down at all?”

The vendor nodded and pulled out a purple model that came equipped with two thick dildos, each slightly curved and with a very distinct bulbous head. “I believe you’re referring to a ‘frosty’ breed. Is it a unicorn cock you’re after?”

Rainbow could practically hear Twilight gag. “Yes, unicorn cock.”

The vendor placed the strapon in a bag and handed it over. “There you are then, Ma’am. One purple double strapon, ‘Prince Charming’ model. My associates three aisles down have the loose version in stock, I believe.”

Rainbow Dash’s train of thought derailed again. Prince Charming? They named a unicorn sex toy ‘Prince Charming’?

The purple rubber alicorn paid for her item and tilted her head. “Prince Charming?”

The black and red vendor shrugged. “It used to be called ‘Grand Commander’, but then Shining Armour married into royalty.”

Even underneath that mask, Rainbow Dash could feel Twilight’s nerves play up. The alicorn (flesh and blood one, that is) barely managed to keep her composure. “I see. Thank you very much, sir.”

“You’re welcome.”

Without a further thought, they moved along and left the stallion - or mare with a warped voice - to tend to another customer.

Rainbow Dash nudged Twilight and pointed to the thing in her saddlebag. Twilight turned her head towards it and made it float in front of her in her magical grip. “What, this? It’s just in case we want to try something new, pet. And now that I know what the model is called, I think I will go check if I can get the loose version, too.”

Rainbow extended a hoof to block Twilight’s way. She stared from under her lenses at her friend.

Twilight groaned and lowered her voice a whisper. “Ugh, I only went with that make because that’s the one I’d be if I were born a stallion. I want to know what it’s like, without cheating with magic. I’m doing what any mare would do if they wanted to know. It’s for science, nothing more.”

Rainbow Dash considered it. Guess it makes sense. If you did want a stallion thing to make love to me, the closest you can get is something that looks like your brother’s. Unless you just turn into a stallion, I guess, but that’s kinda extreme just to have some fun, and it would be cheating a little.

Twilight looked around. “Now I just need to know where the books are.” She flapped her wings and took off, squeaking all the way and holding the double strapon in her magic.

Rainbow Dash looked up at the purple rubber alicorn, who was now flying and using magic at the same time. Twilight pointed to her target. “Oh, there it is! We should be able to do the whole hall in no time, then.”

Rainbow Dash angrily pointed to the rubber horn on her head, then to her immobile wings. Twilight quickly settled down and put the strapon away. Rainbow Dash shook her head in disappointment, until a tap on her shoulder distracted her. A green rubber alicorn, the one she’d heard identified as Puppetstrings when they’d come in, leaned in to talk. “Don’t feel bad about it. Earth ponies just like to show off when they have a new contraption, especially if it makes them look like a princess. Happens all the time.”

Rainbow Dash felt her heart sink. No one had so much as glanced towards Twilight when she’d revealed herself as an alicorn. There were, in fact, several rubber alicorns doing the same thing, and obviously combining glitter and strings to simulate magic. There must have been a DIY stand for it somewhere, judging by how close together the alicorn impersonators were. Seriously? They think she’s an Earth pony with a contraption? Nopony here thinks that might be the real Twilight? Even the perverts from Ponyville?

Puppetstrings chuckled and moved along as Twilight decided to investigate her purchase more closely. Twilight pondered, it seemed. “You know, I don’t remember it that well, but I’m starting to wonder just how accurate this thing is. It’s even got a tiny nick along the side, almost like that time Shiny… wait a second, you don’t suppose this is accurate accurate, do you?”

Rainbow Dash shrugged, before it finally dawned on her. Shining Armour’s a prince. Princes are hot to a lot of mares. It makes sense there’s a prince fetish, and modelling something like that to be lifelike would help feed that kind of kink. But if there’s a prince fetish, wouldn’t there be a-

Rainbow looked forward, towards princess Celestia. Then she turned around, and in the distance she saw another rubber princess Celestia, this one holding a leash for what looked like a shiny Nightmare Moon. Yet a third one was browsing the straightjacket stand a few aisles further down, and this one was being led on a leash by a rubber Nightmare Moon.

Twilight followed Rainbow’s gaze and apparently caught the same ponies walking around. Her ears flattened, a whimper escaped her lips. “S-so… there’s a royalty fetish? An alicorn fetish? And I’m… and my brother is…”

Rainbow Dash patted her friend on the back, trying to comfort her.

Twilight kept shaking her head as they passed by a stand for rubber hoofwear. She kept her voice down just in case. “Well, at least no one’s dressed like the newest princess, except me. And I don’t see any Cadence costumes around, either. Maybe there’s a rule about it, or it’s just not as popular.”

Rainbow Dash stopped to stare at a pair of shiny legwarmers on a doll like she’d seen in Rarity’s shop. The legwarmers were made of slick, shiny rubber in a black that was even deeper than the one she was wearing now. They were big enough to reach up to shoulders and thighs, and the fit on the doll was so tight it looked seamless. The ad next to the item stated it had pads with small, harder orbs lined into the bottom; tiny massagers that would titillate the frog of the hoof while a simple dollop of oil around the sides would tend to the hard nails. The massagers had different sets, too; one for stimulation, one for posture training to keep the wearer on tippy toes, and several geared towards pressure point stimulation.

Even just looking at it, even with a layer of rubber on her already, Rainbow Dash could feel the tight fit of those hoof mitts on her, caressing her arms and legs, squeezing and warming her muscles as she moved about in the privacy of her own home. They had a lifetime warranty and everything. The price was extravagant, but then the items themselves were, too. It was the kind of thing ponies left home for just to pick that up. It was the kind of thing Rainbow would have happily saved her money for.

That must feel so good to wear. It looks so smooth and sleek and-

“Do you suppose they measure that kind of thing in the Royal Guards?”

Rainbow’s train of thought stopped. Focus, Rainbow, focus. Your best friend and Mistress just found out she’s a sex symbol and her brother’s stallionhood’s been turned into a brand and used by mares all over Equestria. Okay, maybe she’s not a sex symbol, but there’s bound to be a market for it sooner or later. And even without that, it must be rough finding out your brother’s a dildo model. How does he live with that? It can’t be that much of a secret, or is it? Who knows that’s really his? Do they market it like that?

Uh oh. If that Puppetstrings really was Lyra back there, wouldn’t that mean - no, it couldn’t be. Then again, that vendor did seem to know his product pretty well. Suppose one of Shining’s bridesmaids masturbated with that model? Suppose they all did?

Suppose Cadence did? And if she did, when did she start?

What do you say to that?

“Then again, princess Celestia wouldn’t allow this to happen without Shining Armour’s permission. These ponies are running a business, after all, they must have reported it at some point. And Shiny’s well-known enough for somepony to tell him if it was done behind his back,” Twilight said.

Rainbow Dash nodded. Looking back, she realised they’d walked a far longer way than she’d anticipated, possibly because she was so lost in thought. Most of the stands they passed were all the same, anyway: cuffs and gags, not quite her style. That’s true. Maybe it’s just flattering for a stallion to know his thing is going into so many mares without him actually putting it into them. It’d save him a lot of work, wouldn’t it?

Twilight stopped and ordered another ‘Prince Charming’ model dildo for herself. Rainbow Dash didn’t show any interest. Looking closer, Twilight did indeed notice the slight nick on the side of that rubber member, something Rainbow Dash presumed had been a childhood accident involving zippers and a trip to the emergency ward, possibly therapy. Then again, considering Twilight’s overall mental health and what little Rainbow Dash knew of the princess’ family history, the therapy may have been omitted.

“It’s not like it’s hurting him, at least I don’t think so. He never mentioned it to me, and Cadence never did. Oh my, suppose Cadence doesn’t know yet and she finds out? Suppose she does know?”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes in that suit. That’s what I was thinking. Maybe she knew what she was getting into, or what was getting into her, before they got married.

Twilight stopped in front a stand selling the eponymous corsets of the convention. “Feel like getting anything from here, pet?”

Rainbow Dash looked at the designs. Tight lace straps, hard plank things that went around the waist, none of it looked too comfortable. Granted, she could accept it as an acquired taste, but the notion of having her breath cut off didn’t sit well with her. The one race she’d run with a tight rope around her wasn’t one of her most cherished memories, for starters. She shook her head, and idly wondered if she should ever ask Applejack for an apology regarding that little incident. It’s not worth it, Rainbow. Just stay focused, you’re not here to dwell on the past.

Twilight slowly led the way onward. “Guess you wouldn’t, the way you need to mind your breath and all. I think there’s a salespony for sports fetishes around here, too, you might like that.”

Rainbow Dash groaned. Sports fetishes? That’s a thing, too? I guess some hot shorts wouldn’t be too bad. I wish I’d gotten those stockings, though, or legwarmers, whatever you call those.

They couldn’t even take two steps before Shining Armour’s masculinity got in the way. “But still, how? Why? When? And does he get money for that? Who gets all that cash? And who else is in on it?”

Rainbow Dash pondered it. Well, if they’ve got a ‘Prince Charming’ model, and it used to be called ‘Grand Commander’, then it might be something they do with all the high-profile ponies: the Royal Guard, the Wonderbolts... the Wonderbolts… do they do that for Wonderbolts, too?

As if on cue, they reached the stand with the sports items, more accurately the Wonderbolt fetish section. The Wonderbolt costume imitations were spot-on, and supposedly ‘officially sanctioned’. Despite the apparent seal of approval, though, Rainbow Dash noticed some differences between the costumes for sale and the original ones. For one thing, these were made from a far shinier lycra-ish material that was most certainly not optimised for air travel. For another, the bolt patterns weren’t an exact copy, but that was most likely to avoid confusion.

What really caught her eye, though, were the sex toys.

As if Twilight’s brother hadn’t presented her with a big enough shock, Rainbow Dash now found herself faced with Spitfire’s marehood. She could tell it was Spitfire’s because of the colour, even if it bore the name ‘Captain Blaze’. She’d never gotten too close a look at her future boss’s private parts, but given the circumstances she was willing to assume it was accurate.

Twilight patted Rainbow Dash on the back. “You want to get anything from here?”

Rainbow Dash looked around. Let’s see here. I’ve already got a real uniform and a Shadowbolt uniform, I don’t really want to know what my hero’s marehood feels like against mine, and I don’t need any goggle-shaped blindfolds. Nah, I’m good. She shook her head.

Twilight nodded in agreement. “There should be a general sports section around here somewhere. Oh, it says ‘watersports’ there.”

Rainbow Dash nodded. Now we’re talkin’. A hot swimsuit, or maybe something with counterweights for my hooves wouldn’t be so bad. Yeah, I’d look good in a fetishy swimsuit, wouldn’t I?

They went to the watersports stand, checked out its merchandise, and without a word swiftly left it behind them. Rainbow Dash would have grunted if it hadn’t been for her sealed lips.

Twilight’s mind was reeling. “Okay, maybe I should have researched the term ‘watersports’ a little bit better.”

Rainbow kept her lips firmly together. Ya think?

Princess Luna sipped her tea in the royal private quarters as Celestia walked in for her lunch break. “Rough day, sister?”

Celestia groaned and sat down with the most royal and elegant ‘plop’ her posterior could manage. “Indeed. What did you wish to see me about?”

Luna held up a note in her magic. “The annual report for your ‘purple industry’.”

Celestia took the note and examined the figures. “Ah, would you look at that. Balanced budget as ever. And given the reports so far, it seems the new dragon range is coming into fashion, as well. Oh, and it seems dear Shining is still popular, too, that’s always nice to see.”

Luna grumbled. “Honestly, Celestia, I still don’t see how you can justify doing this. You’re breaching the privacy of the very ponies you hold dear. What of the Royal Guard’s honour? What of the Wonderbolts?”

Celestia shrugged, fetching herself a cup of coffee with a mere thought. “The ponies who sign up for it are welcome to sign out. Those that remain signed up are compensated for their contribution. It’s a perfectly fair system.”

Luna’s jaw clenched in anger. “It’s an institutionalised brothel, with the nation’s heroes as the whores!”

Celestia looked back at the door of the room, checking for any guards. “Really, Luna, it’s not that bad.”

Luna’s wings spread out, a futile endeavour given her sister was bigger anyway. Still, old habits die hard. “Oh no? What of the stallions who are objectified by lustful mares, what of the mares who are reduced to a mere rubber contraption and semen receptacle?”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “We make imprints and copies, Luna, we do not transform ponies into inanimate objects or reduce them to anything. At least, none of my subsidiaries do. I’m sure there’s a niche market for it somewhere, but we have laws against the worst abuses. Come to think of it, that may have been a form of punishment at one point, I’d have to check the records. In any event, those stallions and mares are contributing to the image of our heroes, not deprecating it.”

“How can you say that? Do you honestly not think this is causing irreparable damage?”

Celestia chuckled as she took a long, comforting sip of coffee. “Oh, my dear sister, this is what happens when you miss three sexual revolutions in a row. You’re just out of touch, nothing more.”

Luna backed off for a moment, surprised. “Only three sexual revolutions in a thousand years?”

Celestia looked away. “Well, three by our standards, obviously. The times have changed, and I’ve done everything within my power to see to it that they changed for the better.”

Luna sighed dejectedly. “Then would you care to explain to me why I should consider prince Shining Armour’s phallus being a publicly owned image a good thing?”

Celestia calmly set down her cup, the coffee drained and currently warming up her long, slender neck. “Think of the stallions, then, if you’re so concerned with them. Suppose one of them takes a good look at his most private possession, the very thing he may hope to one day sire offspring with, and decides it looks ugly. Suppose a young stallion hears girls talking, as they do once they get to a certain age, and wonders if he’ll ever measure up to the stallions they’re talking about.”

Luna glared in response. “Do not change the subject, sister.”

“I’m not. Modelling the way some Royal Guards and Wonderbolts do, and they are a minority, let me remind you, is a message to any pony who has any sort of sexual desire whatsoever. It lets my little ponies see that in the end, even the ponies who are admired the most aren’t that different in matters of love. Suppose I didn’t set that into place, and my little ponies started to get the idea that enormous sizes were the norm, or that there even was a norm to begin with. There’s more than enough shame around to keep our society going, I’m not about to let anything take the fun out of intercourse. Between consenting adults, naturally.”

“So you don’t think this objectifies anypony? You don’t think this is going to cause any harm?”

Celestia sighed and poured another cup of coffee. “If anyone wishes to know what it is like to make love to one of the stallions or mares who’ve modelled, they are free to. Better to do that in private than to go out and violate the privacy of anypony else. Besides, if they are being lusted after they are already being judged and objectified. It’s a normal behaviour, it just needs to be kept private for decency’s sake. All I did was make the process more agreeable for all parties.”

“But what of Shining Armour? He’s part of our family now, and his very masculinity is being sold like some cheap commodity.”

Celestia cleared her throat and took another sip of coffee, barely holding back her grin. “Oh, I assure you, the price on that has… inflated, shall we say, since his marriage.”

“Do not mock our cousin, Celestia!” Luna slammed her silver-coated hooves on the table. “What if his friends find out about it? Suppose his bridesmaids learn of it, or worse yet, his bride?”

Celestia tilted her head and shuffled closer to drape a wing over her little sister. “What’s the matter, Luna? If you were really that angry about it, the castle would be shaking. What’s gotten you so rattled, then?”

Luna sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Am I… are we…”

Celestia chuckled again and rubbed her wing over her little sister’s back. “No, you silly goose, no. I’m not on that market, and neither are you, nor will we be. Some impersonators, certainly, but they’re only living out a fantasy in private, nothing that damages our image. We remain out of the market’s bounds, always have.”

“But what of our dignity?”

“That is what privacy is for. Let ponies think what they will, and let them act towards us as they will. If any ever step out of bounds, they shall be punished for it, but no sooner. We do not persecute thought crimes in our realm, Luna, you know that.”

Luna sighed, defeated. “And what of Twilight Sparkle?”

“What about her?”

“What if she finds that other mares consider her the new epitome of sexual power? How will she handle that?”

Celestia shook her head. “Nopony ever impersonates a mortal alicorn, sister. Even among perverts, there is a sense of respect. If nothing else, there’s always the fear of running into the real thing. I have my agents where I need them, and I know for a fact no one has ever gone in public dressed as dear princess Cadence. The system works, honestly.”

Luna grumbled. “So you do not believe Twilight Sparkle will be damaged by this in any way? She won’t get into trouble when she finds a true love who does know this is happening?”

The white alicorn shrugged dismissively. “Oh, I’m sure Twilight will find a nice, handsome, loyal stallion who’ll gently ease her into the physical aspects of love. I’d be surprised if she even found out this exists.”

“Except she will when one of her friends is asked about it.”

Celestia frowned and backed away. “I beg your pardon?”

Luna closed her eyes and recited the rule matter-of-factly. “Is it not, at this very moment, customary for any public servant above a certain rank to be asked? And, should they accept, to be added to the line according to their breed?”

“Yes, but none of Twilight’s friends are… oh.”

Luna opened her eyes and grinned. “Forgot about that one, didn’t you, sister?”

Celestia gulped. “Well, I suppose that’ll turn out as well as it did last time.”

“What last time?”

“Let’s just say that when Shining Armour signed up as a model to help pay for his sister’s insurance fees, a few mares were given a group discount. I suppose that's one way of keeping the peace among mares with the same taste.”

Author's Notes:

As much as I like the rubber alicorn thing, my favorite line in this one has to be the ‘Mistress Liquorice Whip’ one. I don't think I'll ever top it, and this story isn't even a proper comedy.

Let's see... last-minute additions to this chapter were explanations regarding why there are no Twilight or Cadence cosplays at the con (this year), and changing Shining Armour's reason for signing up. Originally it was to pay his tuition, because apparently that's a thing that happens, but then I realised it didn't make much sense. Shining Armour would have been on the radar of the recruitment offices, it wouldn't be that hard for him to sign up. Paying the insurance fees for Twilight 'Book Tosser' Sparkle and her assistant, Spike 'Sneeze Equals Property Damage' Dragon, that would not only make more sense but also be funnier. Do note that when ponies are referring to the bridesmaids, they mean Minuette (Colgate), Lyra and Twinkleshine, the bridesmaids Shining and Cadence originally picked, not the Mane Six who filled in later.

I'd also like to thank the good people at Bad Dragon for providing me with the inspiration for the main reveal of this chapter. Yes, you can buy a rubber marehood online, in colours such as 'Dashing Blue' and 'Butter Yellow'. That got my train of thought towards this result. Thanks for making the rest of us furry freaks look normal, guys.

On that note, I do feel I need to point out that I do not condone what Celestia did, nor would I recommend any government on any planet or reality to do so. What I did intend was to show an extreme of tolerance, just like there are extremes of intolerance. Celestia and Luna's dialogue was added to change the scenery (can't do that otherwise) as well as show that this isn't just random, but has a justification. Not a very valid or good one, but a justification nonetheless. Feel free to add your own headcanon about horses having herds of several mares for one stallion, and how this would evolve when civilisation rolls around.

Next chapter: changelings at CoCoCon, in the most obvious place changelings could be at an erotica convention.

Finally: if you don't know what 'watersports' means in the fetish community, do not look it up without brain bleach handy. It is very much Not Safe For Work.