It had been another eventful day for Dhey, the Pegasus in his favorite comic store. He liked to think of it as his home away from home. Being the president of The Power Ponies Fan Club did make it his duty to survey ever day for limited editions and collector’s items. And after he heard a rumor rumbling, he had to investigate.

It was hard to get the salespony to talk, but after a long session of bargaining, he finally got his hooves on the limited edition “Maneiac Origin” comic that was the rarest of the whole collection. Sure, it cost a fortune to buy, but for Dhey it seemed to be worth every penny. His root home was a long one, and standing in line did give his hooves a proper cramp, so walking to it as a means of stretching seemed like a good idea. Besides, that was he could use his wings to hold his prized possession and read the story of his favorite character. Sure, the Power Ponies were technically the good guys in that universe, but Dhey did always fancy the evil mare more.

She was silly, campy and obviously maniacal at times, but she did what she wanted and had the most fun anyone Dhey had ever seen, real or fictional. In fact, he envied the villain, as he too wanted to have such unfiltered joy in his life, free of consequences and responsibility as weather control, and the constant bickering of other ponies if the rain would come two minutes too late was really taking it’s toll on him.

As he started to walk trough the less busy streets of Ponyville, he opened the glowing comic open. The illustrations were vivid and colorful, and the style so lifelike, Dhey had never seen before. The boys in the club would be so jealous of him, he could not help it but pull a guilty smile.

“Well, it seems my chance has finally arrived. A mind worthy and willing such as yours must be rewarded, young pegasus.” a voice echoed inside Dhey’s mind, and he jolted backward, the comic dropping from his wings.

“Ah! Who’s there?” Dhey responded like anyone who began to hear a voice in his head would, by frantically looking behind and around himself, in hopes of locating the pony behind the female voice.

“It’s the one mare you love more than you care to admit, young Dhey. I have seen your mind, read it like an open book as you have read my origin. Your life, your dreams and desires are now mine to see, and use as I see fit.” she explained, as Dhey began to come to a conclusion.

“Maneiac? But how? I must be going insane.” he mumbled, his mind going into a state of shock.

“Insane? Oh no, not at all. You might even think you’re becoming the only sane pony in your world very soon...” she said, her maniacal laughter echoing inside Dhey’s mind.

Even in this dire and bizarre situation, her hackle gave Dhey peace. It was always his favorite thing about the tyrant. It was so carefree, so honest, that he did imagined how it would sound. To hear it for real was even better, no matter the circumstances. Finally, he stopped fidgeting and just enjoyed her laugh, giggling himself a bit.

“Now, how about a gift? If I understand correctly, you always wanted to have a suit like mine.” she teased the blushing pegasus, and as her strains of immaculate hair shot out of the comic, so did a copy of her famous suit appear. The tentacle-like appendages grabbed the pegasus, and placed him in a kneeling position. Dhey was too dazed by the laugh to struggle, and besides, deep inside he cherished this moment anyway. She did not choose him for no reason, after all. His hind leg were quickly strapped into the latex attire, making a satisfying clap of rubber as they got in place. Instinctively, Dhey offered his ample bottom to the comic, and the villain obliged, by sliding the rest of the suit over his behind, and erect member. The strains were now holding the pegasus up, as both his wings and dick were begging for more room, as the outfit was made for an earth mare.

“More please, wrap me up more....” he begged, lost in the daze of the guilty sensation and the constant numbing laugh that rode his mind into oblivion.

“If you insist, my toy.” Maneiac teased, and wrapped his welcoming front hooves in the proper way. Two of the hairs even managed to pump her evil essence into his mind, a taste of what was about to come.

Soon the pegasus was in the suit proper, and the strains held him up.

“Well now you look like a proper cosplayer! A perfect minion of mine, ready to wait for my arrival in your world.” she concluded, happy with her work.

Dhey was huffing from the experience, but was still left wanting. This feeling of desire was not lost on Maneiac, and she schemed anew.

“Say, my lovely Dhey, you envy me, right? How about I cure that envy...” she teased the pegasus again.

This proposition woke Dhey out of his trance, and he was eager to find out.

“How Mistress? How can you cure me from such a terrible condition?” he asked, lost in his fantasy already.

“Well, one Maneiac is good, but two...” she giggled, and a light rose above Dhey’s head. It was he wanted, and now he could admit it. He loved Maneiac, he loved her sass, her persona and her power. He never wanted to serve her, he wanted to be her.

“Please Maneiac, make me you. Make me a Maneiac!” he screamed, both demanding and begging.

“Just so you know, there is no going back after this. Once you taste the crazy apple, your life as Dhey is over.”

“I don’t care, I want power and I want it to be yours!” he replied with vigor, his primal desires taking over any form of logic or regret.

“Very well. Welcome to chaos!” Maneiac screamed, and grabbed the pegasus, placing his head next to the comic.

Two glowing eyes and a wicked smile appeared on the pages, grabbing Dhey’s attention, as he couldn’t blink, watch away, nor did he want to. His legs elongated with a cracking sound of the rubber, the suit now finally in place. His erect member was losing the fight to the corruption, as he left existence, leaving a welcoming womb in his place. Dhey moaned as this happened, but never lost focus. The corruption burned, but she had to persevere. Her new graceful body did not need wings, and they too vanished under the pressure of Maneiac essence. Her once peaceful blue irises were now red and green, full of chaotic potential. Finally, Dhey could feel her hair becoming like her idol’s as it turned lime green and elongated. This duel of who would falter resulted in a total conversion, as Dhey was still absorbing the hate, the desire and above all power of Maniac in her ever darkening soul, right until the comic closed it’s pages, and the strains of hair and Maniacs gaze vanished, leaving a perfect copy of her in this dark alley in Ponyville.

The new mare collapsed from the crescendo of orgasms that rewarded her for her perseverance in this dark deed. She laughed maniacal, enjoy the power it brought with each breath. This body was powerful, buffed and sexy, and she knew it. Her dream of being the baddest mare in Equestria was about to grab hold.

“So sister, how does it feel?” a voice echoed in her new mind.

“Divine sis, divine. I still feel some Dhey inside, and not the kind I want.” she explained, stretching her longer limbs like a cat.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you want to be me?” Maneiac asked, perplexed as the magic ritual did finish correctly.

“Well you are right, and thank you. but this small piece of regret and goodness still remains. It’s really a pain in the flank. Can you do something about it?” she pouted, the guilt getting to her.

“Well, I could always pump in more of my essence, this time with precision!” she proposed.

“Lay it on me sis. Lay it on thick!” the new Maneiac pleaded, and opened her mouth in a begging position.

Her creator obliged, her spiritual essence poring into the last pieces of old Dhey that had regrets, and obliterated it. Now she was ready, perfect and above all, completely maniacal.

“Much better, thanks sis!” she said, and layed on her wonderful hair, admiring her firm body, and having a few wanton glances at the new marehood she gained.

“You know sis, what this world needs is some Power Ponies as well. Can’t be a bad mare without a hero!” the new Maneiac proposed.

“Well I do have more comics, and you seem to have a plan...” the original Maneiac replied.

“Oh yes, a wonderfully evil plan. But first, I need a bed, and some private time...” she said, and used her tentacle hair to climb up the building, to her old home.

Author's Note

Another day, another story that is bizarre and very specific? Yeah, trying to get out of my slump and back to writing the stuff you guys come to see me write. I know OC's can be death of a story, but credit where credit's due. Dhey made the series of pictures happen, and he deserves this homage of mine.