Red was the color of love -- the color of passion.

She had her on the run for the past few hours now. The chase spanned from the Canterlot train station to the alleyways of the lower quarter. She knew Dream wasn't as fit as she was, but somehow kept one step ahead despite that. It didn't take much effort to grease a palm to find out where she was, or to convince someone that she's actually a villain on the rise. Nopony liked a villain, especially in Canterlot.

Red was the color of blood, drawn by violence.

"I know you're here, Dream! You have nowhere else to go!" Latch cried out, huffing and seething. That bitch had done so much to her without her realizing. Hypnotized into being her slave, being none the wiser of it, and even going utterly blank for days on end thanks to her. Just what even was she, if not a villain at this point?

No one would believe her should she try and bring Dream as prisoner to the court of Canterlot. She'd be proclaimed a mad mare for thinking a lone unicorn would be trying to act against the crown. She'd be thrown into a dungeon for her irrational actions, and Dream would go free. None of that could be allowed to come to pass. Dream couldn't be allowed to take over Equestria.

Latch dragged the flat end of her sword against the stone, letting the grinding echo down the alleyway, closer and closer towards Dream. She had nowhere to hide at this point. The wall above was too high for her to reach without focus, and the exit of the alley was too far behind Latch to reach. Latch knew this well, and took her time. She was going to end this problem permanently, and in her own way.

Swiping her blade off the stone with a long shing that carried farther than necessary, Latch rubbed the flat end of her sword against her hand. She was nearing the turnoff that led deeper into the alley. She'd already past several trashcans and dumpsters thus far, even a homeless pony who'd kept to himself upon seeing the fury behind Latch's eyes.

Red was the color of anger -- of hatred and fury...

"It's over, Dream," Latch said more quietly, no longer letting her voice carry deeper. "You're not going to be one to make it out of this today. You're not going to take over Equestria."

Raising her blade above up alongside her, Latch felt her heart racing as she was rounding the bend. She kicked off the cobble, breaking into a run as she rounded the turn. A lone dumpster was towards the end. Dream stood against the back wall, now patient with a smug grin on her face. Closer and closer was the distance closed. Her grip on her short sword tightened, and she visualized plunging the blade straight through Dream's abdomen.

Twenty meters. Fifteen, ten, five...

"Wake up, Slave," Dream said calmly.

Latch felt herself slow to a crawl, lowering her weapon to her side and holding it limply. The world... it became fuzzy to her. A curtain was drawn over her thoughts, making it difficult to remember why she was here to begin with, and why she was standing before her Mistress, weapon in hand. Her eyes felt a bit heavy, but something felt wrong about this situation... something seemed wrong about it.

"Mistress- I..." Latch held the side of her head with her free hand, half raising her sword in confusion. "What am I doing here with you?" She asked, trying hard to make sense of things. "What's going on?"

"Tut-tut, don't you remember, Slave?" Dream asked, cocking her head as she slowly stepped away from the wall.

From what little light reached the alley, sunlight reflected off the shiny apparel that the unicorn wore. Black, grey, and red. Every last centimeter of the outfit was made of latex, a staple for the Mistress' fashion.

"You came to meet me here in the alley for something... special, something I know you'll love, and find absolutely life-changing -- more than being one of my more prized slaves," Dream explained as she walked around the earth pony. There was a brief jingle, the sound of chain clattering about as Dream ran her finger along the collar of Latch's armor.

"I-... I did?"

"Yes, yes you did, Slave," Dream replied quickly. "I'm proud that you arrived, but there was no need for your weapon. I'm sure the peasant near the entrance of the alley said that there was some menacing pony down this way, didn't he?"

Latch found herself nodding slowly... the memory was vague, almost unclear, but the homeless pony did say someone of Dream's description went down this way. That had to be true... her Mistress did say that it was, and she herself did remember the pony saying such a thing. It had to be true, right?

"Y-yeah... I think he did, Mistress," Latch said slowly. Lowering her weapon, as well as her free hand, the sword still held far too loosely, she craned her head around to see Dream circling around from her right. She was smiling. It was a familiar, knowing smile. They both knew what was going to happen next.

"Have a seat, Slave. Let's begin," Dream Searcher ordered. Walking to the nearby side of the alley, she patted a closed trash can on the top.

"Yes, Mistress," Latch replied, her dipping into monotone briefly. Reaching over to her side to sheath her blade, she was stopped by Dream.

"Ah-ah-ah... you won't be needing that anymore, Slave. Now, get rid of your dagger too, and sit. Be a good, obedient Slave." Dream ordered once more.

Looking to her blade with some hesitation, she couldn't rely avoid, let alone disobey the orders of her Mistress. Her word was law, and she had to obey, lest she be punished. Dropping her blade against the cold stone, Latch nodded slowly. Reaching around to the back of her waist, she detached her belt containing her pouch of bits, and her dagger. Tossing it aside, Latch sluggishly dragged herself over, and sat down, back against the wall.

Watching as Dream reached brought a hand out from behind her back, Latch began to mentally prepare herself for what was to happen. Her Mistress had done this countless times before. Spying a familiar, golden pocket watch, Latch straightened, and stared forward. The pocket watch was then dangled before her, like always, and forever.

"Now, are you ready for what I've prepared for you, Slave?"

Red was the color of her latex, and makeup.

"Don't worry, everything shall make sense soon," Dream reassured, providing the least comforting smile imaginable. Nonetheless, was it really Latch's place to even argue against, or dispute that?

Something was different about this session, and it wasn't just the change of surroundings they were in. No, her Mistress' horn was glowing brightly, brighter than it ever did before. She felt cold, knowing that a wave of magic had just hit her.

"Focus on the watch, and the sound of my voice, Latch," Dream soothed, swaying the watch in a gentle rhythm from right to left, and left to right. There was a slight pulsing aura emanating from the watch, one that gave a golden shadow to the watch as it swung about.

"You're going to empty your mind for me once more. You're going to find every aspect of yourself in that head of yours... and you're going to lock it away. Your name, your history, your place beneath me... All of it must be locked away; forgotten..." Dream said slowly, her voice being impossibly hard to resist for the poor earth pony.

She'd obeyed, as she'd always done. She had the mental image within her mind of finding every last snippet of being related to herself, and one by one did she drag it away. Compartmentalized, locked away, and slowly losing more and more of herself. The cycle repeated of obeying her Mistress' orders, locking more and more of herself away. Her fencing ability, her friends, her family... and finally, forgetting of how she looked.

In her current state, showing a mirror to her would've shocked and surprised her, had she not already been lulled into a trance. She had no mental image of herself any longer... she was faceless -- incorporeal within her mind's eye. She was nothing... and she was ready to be remade.

"Your name is Dream Searcher," the unicorn stated.

Dream Searcher, yes... yes that was her name, wasn't it?

"You're a skilled hypnotist, and an equally skilled manipulator. You have an undying love for latex as I do, you wish nothing more than to wear it whenever, wherever. You wish that you could control the minds, and lives of others to do your bidding."

She was all of that, wasn't she...? Yes, she had to be. She was a skilled hypnotist, she was skilled in manipulating, and tricking slaves to become hers. Images flashed by within her mind, her childhood growing up as a Unicorn of ambition. Her cutiemark in learning how to hypnotize, her masterful manipulations to get what she'd wanted, her friends, slaves, and their trigger words... Bass Canon, her one friend who was also a rival; a friendly one, but remained competition in finding ponies beneath them.

She had the goals in mind of conquering Equestria, subjugating the country beneath the heel of her shiny, latex boots. Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Cadance, and Princess Twilight... they would all kneel before her and lick her boots. They will become her slaves, and the moment their so called leaders would be on display as her prize... Equestria would fall to her.

There was a slow flicker to her eyes as the magic set to work. A glow washed over her eyes, golden, uncomfortably warm, and washing away the beautiful, sapphire colored irises in favor of an imposing amber. Her eyes fluttered briefly, but never fully opened. Upon various parts of her body, not only did she not feel that warmth spreading, but a coldness that started from parts of her head, hands, and chest... and gradually spread outwards to every last part of her body.

Fallow became blonde. Amber became golden. C-cups became D-cups. Eye shadow was applied. Lipstick was applied. She was starting to look a lot like her Dream, not that she was conscious of that right now.

"Judging by how fast you're changing, I imagine that you're already thinking a lot like me, aren't you, Dream?" Dream laughed, grinning as she stowed away her pocket watch back into her pocket. Reaching into another, a ball of what looked like shiny, red and black latex was procured. It rippled from Dream's touch, but remained whole, as she positioned it before Latch.

"Just one last thing before you can hope to be anything like me..." Dream whispered as she pressed the ball against the center of Latch-Dream's torso. Immediately, it began to dissolve Latch's layer of armor, and clothing. Metal wasn't spared, nor was cloth, leather, or fur.

Red latex fanned outward, going over her breasts and encasing them. Around did it travel, as well as ascending, and descending further. Over her crotch, down her thighs, up her shoulders, down her arms... it stopped at her neck however, going no higher than that, but everything beneath was encased. Down her arms and thighs did an initial, red layer of latex form.

Over that, a secondary, over layer of latex started to form. Black opera gloves to match the red, as well as thigh-high, black, heeled boots. She was complete now, both in mind, and in body.

Dream Searcher smiled, admiring her work in creating an exact duplicate of herself. Of course, the only thing that was missing now was just a horn... but she possessed every ability she had as a hypnotist, and in the way of skill. Limited or not, even if there was still a slight semblance of Latch left behind, that never stopped neither herself, or Latch from acting above and beyond expectations.

"Wake up... Dream," Dream searcher said, snapping her fingers. There was a moment where the hornless Dream bat her eyes at nothing in particular. Then she groaned, then put her hands up over her eyes.

The hornless Dream growled, feeling a bit of a headache from... whatever had just transpired. The last thing she remembered was being chased down this alleyway, and that was it. "Nnnh... who was even chasing me to begin with? I swear I'll find something else to turn them onto instead of me after a short session with them," she groaned, dragging her hands slowly down her face. She was angry.

"Someone who won't be a problem any longer," the standing Dream Searcher explained calmly. She offered a hand out to the sitting, hornless Dream.

Ah- yes... her twin sister. The hornless Dream took her hand and pulled herself up with a curt nod. Dusting off her tail and behind, she smirked at her twin. "No longer a problem you say? If I were to guess, you had something to do with it, sister. Heheh, excellent work," she applauded, none the wiser of the discarded weapons that were slowly hidden off to the side with her sister's magic.

"Would you expect anything less, Sister?" The horned twin added, a self-assured back shared with the hornless sister. "Come, we have much work to continue... and a country's conquest to plan. Let's head back home."

The hornless Dream nodded, for some reason feeling awfully affectionate of her sister in that moment. Draping an arm around her, the pair donned the smuggest grin possible for them, and walked out of the alley. Creaks, squirks, and squeaks were heard in tow with every step, but the two paid it no mind. Equestria wasn't prepared for there being two of them now.

Author's Note

Oh what's this? A story starring another character? Such blasphemy! I wrote this for fun, and on a whim following some stuff I'd discussed with Dream Searcher's creator.