"So...why are you doing this?" John asked, walking over as I stretched. "I mean...I get the headband, I get the short pants, but what's up with the sports bra?"
I continued to trot in place, working up a sweat and getting ready. "See- these?" I flared my wings out. "And this?" I fizzled some magic from my horn. "I'm special...I'm...amazing." I said with a sarcastic tone. "Anyways...they said I can fix this, the whole human pony thing."
"Then fix it!" John snapped, his hat nearly falling off his head. "I miss my hands...I'm surrounded by tits of all shapes and sizes, and I can't grab a thing!"
"Pervert." I flapped my wings a few times, starting to feel the sweat soak my bra around the base of my wings. "And not yet. I made a deal with the princess. I get revenge, I change her back."
John cocked his head. "Is this about the strap-on thing!?"
"Damn right!" I snapped, striking a violent pose. "Hatty, you're a prick, I can understand that. But I got bent over a table by a full sized horse with a strap-on! So...I came up with a fun little idea."
John watched as I stretched my legs. "So...this has what to do with cardio?"
"Nothing. It has to do with sweaty clothes." I stated, thrusting my flank in his face. "Celestia likes my ass so much, she can have it!"
John just sat there. "Uh...do I want to know what you have planned?"
I smiled and started jogging around Canterlot. "I...am going to work up a hell of a sweat-"
"Uh huh, I got that part."
"And I am going to sit on Celestia's face for a day." I shivered a little at the thought of sweet revenge. "It's going to be glorious."
I felt myself start to sweat as I ran. John kept pace without issue. "So...you gonna change her back after that...right?"
"Pfffft, no!" I stated with a laugh. "She rammed eight inches of thick black rubber cock up my ass! Oh no...she's not getting off that easy." I huffed a stream of steam out of my nose. "Bitch is gonna learn to love my body in a whole new way."
John's eyes popped wide open. He took a few steps away and turned his head. "That's...alright then."
"Look, I'm gonna change her back...eventually." I controlled my breathing as we approached a mile. "My point is.... Well I guess I don't really have a point. But it's not really fair if she gets away with it and I don't!"
"No...you're right about that. But still...holding peoples live ransom...it seems, wrong."
I nickered at him. "Ew...horse noise. Um, true. But it won't be long. A few days of this and I'll do it." I stopped trotting and pulled at my booty shorts, making sure they were tight. "Best part is, I'm having someone film the whole thing."
"Who!?"
"You." I said with a mischievous smile. "It's the least you could do for getting me into that whole ordeal."
John grew a look of horror as his hat flung off his head. "Wait, what!?"
"You just need to film it. Celestia's going to be playing chair for a day, then I'm gonna do what she did to me, then...I don't know...." I tapped my horn with my hoof. "Maybe I'll make her blow me. I heard it feels really good."
"...You're a psycho."
"I fucking know!" I snapped, lightning shooting from my horn. "Deal with it!" I took a moment to fix my mane. "Also, it's gonna be live."
John walked over to me and put his hoof up. "Whoa- whoa- whoa- are we selling this? Because we should have a plan for after all this goes back to normal."
I put my hoof on his head. "John...it's not about the money. It's about fucking a big white ass for hundreds if not thousands of her loyal subjects." I took a deep breath and started jogging again. "But mostly it's about revenge."
John trailed behind me. "...I should be running...but...god damn it's sexy when you're insane."
I slapped him with my tail. "Save it. Maybe you'll get to help me spit roast her!"
John clacked his hooves together. "Alright...I'm sold."
"Damn right Hat!" I let out a cheeky laugh. "Although, your nickname doesn't mean much without one."
We both looked back down the street where a bright white guard's cap lay sadly on the ground. "Um...Acco...a little help?"
I sighed and telaported his hat onto his head. "Baby."
"Says the nutcase who's gonna stuff her panties into a world leader's mouth!"
"Hey!" I stopped him with my wings. "I'm not gonna stuff my panties into her mouth! These are short shorts! Get it right." I turned away, bumping him hard with my flank. "Pleb."