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>It’s hot. So incredibly hot that even laying in the shade as you were, you feel like you’re halfway to melting already. 
“God. This sucks.” 
>”How do you think I feel? I had to direct the winds that made this heatwave.” 
>You cast a lazy glance upwards to Rainbow Dash, who has chosen to lay slumped in the branches above you to get out of the heat. 
>You watch as she shifts, trying fruitlessly to find a comfier position only to give up and lay back down where she started.
>”Augh. I’m sweating up a storm up here.” 
“And you think I’m not?” 
>With your clothing, you were comparatively worse off, if the dark patches under your arms were any indication. 
>”I didn’t say that. It’s just...gah!” 
>Dash huffs, and tries once again to adjust her position.
>”Do you know how hard it is to scratch your balls when you have hooves? It’s impossible!” 
>You absentmindedly nod, your lethargy meaning that you don’t fully process your Dash’s statement for a couple of seconds. 
“Wait, your balls?” 
>”Yea. I’ve been trying with this branch but I don’t want to go to hard and get a splinter, you know?” 
“I...what?” 
>Rainbow Dash pokes her head over the edge of the branch and looks down at you. 
>”You alright Anon? The heat didn’t fry your brain did it?” 
“But...you...you’re a chick. You don’t have balls?” 
>”What?” 
>This time it’s Dash’s turn to be confused, and with a flap of her wings she takes off from the branch and lands next to you.
>”Are you feeling alright Anon?” 
“Am I feeling fine? Are YOU feeling fine?!” 
>”I mean apart from the itchy balls thing yea.” 
“But you don’t have balls! You’re a chick!” 
>”I’m a chick? With the amount of mares that I pull?” 
“I thought you were a lesbian!” 
>”Pffft please, I get way more tail than a lesbian.” 
“But I know you’re a chick! I’ve….you know….seen...it…” 
>”What do you mean you’ve seen it?” 
“Well it’s not my fault you fly around at eye level!” 
>”You’ve been checking me out? Dude what are you fucking gay?” 
“No, because you’re not a guy!” 
>”Ok you know what, I’m going to leave and let you calm down from whatever heat related craziness you’ve fallen into.” 
>Rainbow Dash flaps her wings and takes off, leaving you to stand there and yell at the rapidly diminishing dot in the sky. 
>With a frustrated sigh, you slump against the tree only to notice the quiet sound of laughter coming from the nearby bushes. 
>Of course, one of Dash’s pranks. A shit one admittedly, but you were at as much fault for falling for it. 
>Climbing to your feet, you slink over to the bushes only to find an unfamiliar stallion standing there, breathless with laughter. 
“Alright, the jig is up. I know it’s a prank.”
>”A prank, ohhoho.” 
>The stallion straightens and points a hoof skywards, towards the retreating Rainbow Dash. 
>”This is no prank, this is the power of my stand; ｢ＤＵＤＥ  ＬＯＯＫＳ  ＬＩＫＥ  Ａ  ＬＡＤＹ｣.”
>The stallion’s stand shimmers into existence behind him, a weedy, thin figure that starts pink, but becomes a mottled blue further up its body. It supports itself on its forearms, which resemble long scoops and almost seems to stare at you with beady eyes set into a perfectly spherical head, from which two arrow shaped protrusions jut from either side. 
>With no more warning than a stern glare, you manifest your own stand and swing downwards, intending to pummel the stallion into the ground.
“‘ORRA!” 
>Only for him to dance backwards, leaving your stand to dig a chunk out of the ground where it collides. 
>”Ohhoho, they told me your stand was slow but I was hoping that the stories were exaggerated.” 
>You follow the sound of his voice to see him using his stand to support him as he hangs from the underside of a nearby branch. 
“What did you do to Dash?” 
>”Isn’t it obvious? I turned ‘her’ into a ‘him’.” 
>You charge forward, only for his stand to swipe its hand through the branches of the tree, causing the mass of flowers present on it to swell and all but explode with pollen. 
>Covering your eyes, you find your charge stopped short as the ground suddenly drops, throwing you off your footing and sending you sprawling. 
>”Wow, you really are hopeless aren’t you? Here, let me help you.” 
>You wince as it feels like you’re simultaneously punched in the gut and kicked in balls, only for the feeling to disappear a moment later.
>You leap to you feet, expecting another attack any moment only to stumble again, this time from the unexpected weight on your chest.
>”Oh my, you’re a big one aren’t you.” 
“OH COME THE FUCK ON!” 
>You resist the urge to touch your new lady lumps and trust from their weight that they are infact real. 
>”It’s a shame you weren’t unaware of my stand before the change, otherwise you would be fully convinced that you were always that way, just like your friend Rainbow Dash.” 
>You lash out with your stand, taking a decent chunk out of a nearby tree and inciting more cackling from the stallion. 
>Following the sound of his voice, you pluck a beehive out of the canopy and fling it into the underbrush, silencing the laughs. 
>After a few moments, the stallion walks out, wreathed in bees and with his stand cradling the hive like a child. 
>”Honestly I’m more than a little disappointed. I really expected more of a fight than this.”
>As he talks the stallion’s stand guides the harmless bees back into the hive and closes its hand over the entrance to contain them. 
>”No matter though. I’ll be sure to let everyone know that it was me, Rag Doll, that beat you,  Anonymous!” 
>Rag Doll’s stand swipes its hand through the beehive, and the buzzing instantly intensifies as it hefts it and throws it at you. 
“｢ＰＯＷＥＲＳＬＡＶＥ｣ !” 
>Your stand intercepts the hive, knocking it into the forest and causing Rag Doll to take a surprised step back. 
“ORRA!” 
>You throw a punch with your stand and Rag Doll blocks it with his own, creating an audible crack as the two stands collide and causing the stallion’s legs to buckle slightly.
>"Hah! You may be powerful but I can see your attacks coming from a mile away!"
>You throw another high punch with your stand, and he blocks it.
>Leaving him completely open as for you to hit him with your own fist.
>Blood flies from the surprised Rag Doll’s mouth before the rest of his body catches up with the momentum of the punch and he flies backwards.
>With bleary eyes he looks towards you as you slowly approach his battered form, and for the first time he shows an emotion that isn’t confident smugness or self satisfaction.
>Fear.
>He tries to retreat backwards, only for his spine to meet the trunk of a tree and in desperation he flourished his stand over his own body. 
>In the blink of an eye he suddenly becomes a she, who looks up at you with fearful, tear filled eyes. 
>”You...you wouldn’t hit a poor defenceless mare would you?” 
“I don’t know, I think girls are allowed to hit other girls.” 
>Her stand frantically waves its hands, and that feeling in the pit of your stomach briefly returns only to disappear along with the weight on your chest. 
“And Rainbow Dash?” 
>”Oh she’ll be fine. She flew out of my range ages ago.” 
>The fearful mare climbs to her hooves and brushes herself off. 
>”I’m real sorry about everything, I was just looking for a cheap laugh and I saw the two of you and-”
“ORRA!” 
>Her teeth slam together as you uppercut Rag Doll, causing her to do a complete flip before she crashes into the branches of the tree and  hangs there limply. 
>Satisfied that she (he? Who knows) is no longer a problem, you turn and walk back the way you came. 
>If nothing else Dash should get a laugh out of the whole ordeal.