Extra Equestrial Mayhem

by kudzuhaiku


The Forgotten Chapter

“Bad news everypony!” Doctor Broadneck announced. “Doctor Eyesore and I have been doing some testing. We’ve shown a magically created image of the three centaurs as adults to a test group.”

“What happened?” Asked Buttermilk, eyes widening.

“The test chamber flooded. Thankfully, I found new data for my vomit theory.” The doctor said. “We had a broad test group of all manner of stallions and even a few mares. Luna herself picked out notorious perverts known to her by their dreams, ponies who dreamt of having sexual congress with griffons and minotaurs.”

“Ew.” Said Rhubarb.

“One of them, a Miss Sparkle, even had dreams about having sexual congress with a human. In both her human and pony forms. Even she was horrified by the viewing, and joined the others in turning the test chamber into a vomitorium. Very odd, that Miss Sparkle.” The doctor shuddered, his teeth rattling and clicking together. “Miss Sparkle was most helpful in scrubbing everyponies memories of this whole event, leaving them as clean slates for later. Luna took care of Miss Sparkle. All in all, a very good job of clean up. Except for all of the vomit still flooding the new vomitorium of science."

“Think Luna has ever scrubbed us?” Buttermilk said with a certain sourness.

“I am one hundred percent certain that she hasn’t.” The doctor said. “I mean, I’d remember something like that if it happened. Being scrubbed and having my memory tampered with.”

The two mares exchanged a look with one another, eyebrows raised.

“Test subjects became aroused by humans, and by ponies, but not by the centaurs. This does not bode well.” Doctor Broadneck said, looking sad.

“What was your reaction to the images?” Rhubarb asked.

“You know, I don’t remember, I should go back and check my notes. I’m becoming a bit forgetful in my old age.” The doctor said, scowling.

“There was more I had to say.” The doctor said, scowling. “Suddenly I can’t remember.”

Buttermilk shrugged, suddenly not remembering her reply.

Rhubarb scowled. “What were we talking about again? I can’t seem to remember.”