Chapter 6: Rainbow Dash’s Makeover

Rainbow Dash crouched and listened in the shadows. She had definitely heard something downstairs, thanks to the way the house carried echoes. It was faint, but Dash knew when something was wrong. That and the trouble she and her friends kept getting into taught her a few things about listening. After taking a moment to check around the corner, she crept along, keeping to the deep shadows cast by the mansion walls. So this was the dilemma: go down to check the noise and risk it, or keep to her search upstairs. On one hand, she could blow the mission. On the other… what if it was one of her friends and they were in trouble? Digging into her pocket, Dash got out a coin and whispered ‘heads…I go down… tails, I stay.” She flipped, caught it, then checked the coin in her hand.

“Heads,” She said, observing the cold metal in her palm. “Better not regret this…”

Retracing her steps, Dash eventually made it back down to where the noise had come from. It was partially guesswork, but she had narrowed the source of the commotion to a side door down the hall. A quick look behind her to make sure she wasn’t being followed, and she turned the knob and stepped inside. Immediately, Rainbow Dash felt something spray her in the face. Almost as suddenly as she felt the cold, wet mist on her skin, she was made aware of a strong fragrance that was now stuck to her. It was floral, heady, dry and yet almost wintery.

“Perfume?!” She spat, the scent was so overpowering she could taste it. Despite how sweet it smelled, it was bitter and almost acidic tasting… which probably wasn’t that surprising, she was reminded of the time she breathed in a lungful of some of Rarity’s incense and the taste was on her tongue for a painfully long few minutes.

She blinked, then looked for the source of the unpleasant surprise. And sure enough, it was right at her feet. A pink perfume bottle in the shape of a heart that had fallen off a shelf as she entered. Dash scowled at the trinket, then nudged it out of the way with her foot. The scent was sticking in her head, and she knew it was going to hang around for a while, long after she was sick of it.

“Gonna have to take a shower when this is over with.” She whispered to herself, carefully making her way past more shelves stocked with bottles of assorted scents, all in their own ornate bottles. “Gahhh, this stinks so much I can’t think straight.”

It hung over her in a thick cloud, prompting her to fan it away with her hand. It didn’t help much but it got her to the door and out of the room well enough. Another hallway stood before her, and Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but suspect something was off about the mansion interior. It seemed more maze-like than it needed to be, rooms leading into random halls that lead into rooms that lead into other side halls. Who would design a house like this? And for that matter, who would live in such a place willingly?

She continued on, her tread growing less cautious and more casual as she went. Dash came to a hall closet, suspecting it to be a hiding place for one of her missing friends… she opened it. …only to find rows of clothing before her; the kind she wouldn’t be caught dead in. Retro-styled dresses, skirts, nothing she was looking for. With a huff, she closed the door and turned to continue on her way… stopping immediately after noticing something felt amiss.

Rainbow Dash lifted up the legs of her track pants and glanced down at herself. …When did she put on the stockings? She didn’t recall it, but there they were: glossy charcoal gray nylons running up her thighs, gently hugging her toned legs. Curiouser still, they felt good. The sheer fabric breathed well, they were just the right fit, and they made her feel lighter. Dash shrugged and went about her business, what harm could a pair of stockings do? Hell, she was thinking of keeping them after this, as a surprise for Applejack.

She continued her search, walking in a more swishy, feminine way than usual, though she wasn’t aware of it. There was a playful sway in her hips that was hard to stop, and the mansion itself looked a little cheerier. Looking less like a haunted house and more like a … home. Like someone could live here and not hate it. Dash checked the doors in the hallway as she went, peering in and checking the rooms. For a moment, she wondered how many girls it would take to clean them all… then she wondered why she wondered that.

Rainbow Dash came to one room that enticed her to check further, a simple little guest bedroom. She went inside and closed the door behind her, looking over the double bed and furnishings. Velvet covers, a bookshelf and a desk. It was cozy, somewhere she wouldn’t mind spending a night or two with Applejack. In a corner stood a hefty wardrobe made from glossy deep-red wood, and she had already indulged her curiosity too much to not look inside it.

… And she saw a dress. A slinky, smooth black satin dress that was just her size. Dash blushed as she looked at it hanging there, silently asking her to put it on. ‘Just a cocktail dress’ she said, moving to close the wardrobe doors, but she hesitated.

“It’s not even my style…” Dash said, her hands reaching out towards the silky garment.

“I have better things to do than play dressup…” She grabbed the dress, the material was so cool and soft in her grip. It felt so good… Dash’s foggy mind wandered to images of her wearing it, feeling it on her body.

The next thing she knew, Rainbow Dash had the dress in her hands and was holding it up to her body and staring at herself in the mirror. Her estimation had been correct, it was her exact size… but how?

The question sank into the perfumed mist almost as soon as it arose, her eyes dimmed in the reflection as she set about undressing.

“Just… just for a second…” She mumbled to herself.

The dusty air tickled her nose as she threw her shirt on the carpet beside her. She had started to wriggle out of her pants when she sneezed and the sudden force of it snapped her awake.

“What… what am I doing?!” Cheeks burning with shame at how stupid she was acting, Dash moved to get her clothes back on when she heard a familiar drawl behind her.

“Lemme help ya out, sugarcube.”

Rainbow Dash whirled around to see Applejack standing there, but something had changed. She was wearing an old-fashioned green summer dress with white polka dots, the skirt coming down to just above her knees, tastefully showing off her pleasantly curvy, muscular legs. Those curves were subtly accentuated by the shamrock green pantyhose she had on, guiding Dash’s eyes down to the white high heels that completed the outfit. Looking back up, she noticed a choker around her neck, a green band with a silver apple shaped clasp decorated with a fat red gem.

Applejack’s freckled cheeks were painted lightly with peach-colored blush, her lips wearing a coat of glossy red lipstick. The sight of her girlfriend having become this painted doll stunned Dash into a few seconds of silence. Her brain had to take some time to process what was going on.

“Apples?” She said, approaching the farm girl slowly. “What’s going on-why are you dressed like that?”

Applejack just smiled and brushed her lover’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“Jus’ relax sugar… you’re gonna be okay.”

Dash felt the tension drain out of her body, there was that scent again… it was so nostalgic… friendly in a way. The weirdness and the wrongness of what she was seeing was getting lost on her more and more.

“That’s it Dashie… relax.” Applejack said, practically whispering as she pulled Dash closer.

Dash looked down and saw that her lover was undressing her… yet what alarm she felt was distant, muffled. The whole thing felt like a pleasant dream.

“Relax… let’s listen to some music while we’re gettin’ ya prettied up.”

And somewhere in the room, a needle dropped and a record started playing. Rainbow Dash knew something was wrong, but the more effort she put into fighting it, into thinking, the more foggy and warped her thoughts became. The music was poppy and energetic, but there was a droning, dreamlike layer to it. She tried to struggle out of Applejack’s embrace but the music sapped away at her resolve, turning her motions into a feeble wiggle. In a fleeting few seconds, Applejack had stripped her down to her undergarments… and those stockings.

“That’s a good girl… see this ain’t so bad.” Those words echoed in Dash’s head. ‘Good Girl’, it was the only thing that stood out in her fluid, mushy mind. She wanted to be a Good Girl… the music was for Good Girls…

The dress came on, and by then it was too late. The soothing, silky black engulfed her, hugging her figure as it fell into place, as Applejack’s loving hands smoothed and teased it into the proper fit. It fluttered down to her ankles, a split down the sides let her legs breath. Dashie turned to look at herself in the mirror and giggled. She looked good, felt good. But something was off…

What was wrong with this picture? Before the ditzy girl could ponder that further, she felt something cold slip around her neck, then a little click.

It was a choker just like Applejack wore, but with a black band and a light blue lightning-bolt shaped clasp. The blue gem glowed coldly in the dim light of the room, matching the empty glow in Dashie’s eyes.

She had forgotten what she was there for.