"Oh please, we aren’t ticklish." Scootaloo lied.
Scootaloo continued to give little hops, “I’m just really nervous, ok?”
Scootaloo felt a bit uneasy with this idea of jumping on giant Scootaloo’s stomach, but she may as well since she was already there. The filly started gently hopping on the large belly, not jumping very high as she was nervous about making the pegasus pop.
Scootaloo felt the giant pegasi’s balloon stomach below her hooves. It felt… strange. She had been in bounce houses before, but not one made out of actual balloons.
The filly lifted a hoof and started gently pressing into giant Scootaloo’s stomach, testing to see how bouncy it was. “Are you sure about this?”
"How am I even gonna get on your back?" Scootaloo wondered, "We can’t fly, remember?"
((scootaloo hasn’t had a M!A in a while…))
Scootaloo shrugged, giving up on arguing with, well, herself. “Whatever you say.”
"Oh please, I’m sure there’s a giant clown somewhere who could turn you into a poodle. Or a unicorn could use their magic to turn you into one!" Scootaloo encouraged.