“Whatever you just did, change me back,” Roger said in an all-too-familiar squeaky voice. His new ears flapped as the characteristic “tomboy” tones of Rainbow Dash bore his words to his girlfriend, who was still smiling smugly on the hotel bed.
“Sorry,” Diane said in a way that conveyed anything other than regret. “This thing only gives me one wish every sunset,” she explained, folding the antique makeup compact with a snap. She took her eyes off the blue figure of her “boyfriend” only long enough to slip the vintage bronze clamshell into her purse on the night stand, next to her yellow pony-ear headband and pink wig.
“I am NOT going out to the convention hall like this!” the pegasus-shaped figure insisted, gesturing to the twin orbs that bounced on his lithe chest as if on spring suspension, a rainbow-striped tail whipping behind her with a snap.
Diane rose to her feet and fixed her green eyes on Roger’s magenta ones, narrowing her brows in a way that conspired with her smirk to suggest supreme confidence. Roger’s blue cheeks started to glow pink, and a set of tiny wings slowly opened up behind his narrow shoulders. He wanted to look away from Diane’s eyes, but somehow his body refused.
“Do you remember what you said to Jessica the other day?” Diane asked, taking a step towards a defiant but flustered Roger-Dash. “About how if you were a chick, you’d let your bros hit it any time they wanted?”
“S-so?” Roger asked, trepidation overtaking his tomboy squeak.
“I read all those fics you wrote, you know. Even the ones you didn’t show me.”
“Th-those are just for online, you know? I… I took commissions…” Roger said, concerned with the direction this conversation was taking.
“Uh-huh. Commissions. Right. So you don’t REALLY prefer to think of Rainbow Dash as an omnisexual slut?” Diane inquired, stepping close enough to touch Roger on the chin, still holding her fixed with penetrating green eyes that dissolved any attempt at rebellion.
“Well, uh, I mean, it’s not like…” Roger stammered, feeling the taut blue stomach flipping somersaults at his girlfriend’s sudden display of dominance. “I mean, she’s a sexually liberated kind of girl, you know?” he pleaded. “There’s nothing wrong with that. She’s in charge of her own, I mean, uh, she knows what she likes, you know?”
“So there’s nothing wrong with her being a horndog that’ll chase after anything with a pulse?” Diane pressed, tickling Roger’s chin teasingly and letting her one-sided smirk broaden into a devious grin at the way Roger’s figure started to slump slightly.
“Y-yeah,” Roger said with some effort, failing to resist Diane’s oddly powerful seductive allure. Those green eyes seemed to bore right into his brain and play his nervous system like a fiddle. And since that nervous system now connected to very different anatomy than he was used to, he was finding it difficult to concentrate on defending all the smut he wrote for the brony fan sites. Diane’s eyes seemed to take up 90 percent of his attention, and the thrill of his own body’s autonomous response about 9 percent more, leaving him little to work with. “She’s uh… an icon of…” he trailed off weakly.
“Well then, there’s to worry about, is there?” Diane asked, drawing Roger’s face closer and closer to her own. “You shouldn’t have any problem representing a sexual ‘icon’ of feminine independence and liberation, right? Because,” she said, tilting Roger’s face upwards slightly to put her trembling lips front and center, “My second wish was for you to turn into the kind of Rainbow Dash you’re always writing about.”
“S-seh-second?” Roger gasped out, barely able to keep his annoying creaky voice in check.
“Mm-hm,” Diane said, her grin widening like a viper’s. “The first one, of course, was for Fluttershy’s stare. You remember when I had you write that FlutterDash fic about The Stare, don’t you honey?” she asked.
“Uh-huh!” Roger-Dash blurted out helplessly, his control having crumpled entirely by the unrelenting power of Diane’s green eyes beaming down at him like hydraulic press. His knees were shaking, his shoulders limp and useless, his wings stretched out rigid behind him, and two throbbing erogenous zones buzzing away at the front of his heavy blue breasts. There was nothing left for him to resist with, his body was completely subjugated to the effects of Diane’s gaze and his mind was subsumed in a warm fog through which only Diane’s eyes and voice could penetrate.
“Good girl, Rainbow Dash,” Diane whispered wickedly. “So listen up. For the next three days of this pony convention, you’re going to be the Rainbow Dash Roger always wrote about and you’re going to love it. Icon, and all that. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am!” Rainbow Dash affirmed without even thinking.
“I’m going to walk you around the floor each day, and you’ll make all the Dash fans super happy. Boy, girl, or other, you’ll do anything they ask. Pictures, hugs, kisses, anything, you understand?”
“Yes ma’am!” Rainbow Dash replied obediently.
“But at night, you’re all mine,” Diane continued. “You’ll report back to me every night and tell me all about the adventures of this women’s lib icon Rainbow Dash’s adventures among the bronies and pegasisters. In explicit detail. I’ll use my nightly wish to make sure you don’t suffer any… permanent consequences, but not to turn you back before we get home. Understand?”
“Y-yes ma’am!” the quivering blue pegasus whimpered.
“Good girl,” Diane whispered with a satisfied glare in her all-consuming eyes. “Now, I believe the first part of that fic you wrote for me involved a certain scene where Rainbow Dash finds herself compulsively stripping under Fluttershy’s control?”
“Yes ma’am,” Roger said, voice wavering in submission to his new body’s heated arousal.
“Well, get started my little Dashie. I want to see what you had in mind when you wrote Rainbow Dash’s body in all those fics.”
“Yes ma’am,” Roger’s automatic reply squeaked out as her hands went from slightly-trembling lifeless lumps to quickly attempting to unbutton what passed for a shirt on her curvaceous frame.
“Oh, and call me Fluttershy, or Flutters, or mistress for the rest of our trip.”
“Yes, Mistress Fluttershy…”