Panty Logic

The next hour played out fragrantly. Sunset Shimmer put on a movie in the background: Disney's Beauty and the Beast, of course. Fluttershy swiftly found an excuse to sit cuddled with Flash in her lap. She behaved herself the whole time, and when Pinkie Pie came back in later with home-made gummy fruit snacks, the two shared them—with Fluttershy literally finger-feeding the scrumptious morsels into Flash's glossy lips. Fluttershy giggled with delight, and Flash did too.

He smiled—even later as he sat in Rarity's lap—and she combed and straightened and perfected the feathery-soft bangs of his pixie blue hair. The discussion had shifted, with very few of them paying attention to the animated movie flickering in the background. A brief conversation about college and career plans very swiftly plunged into a saucy discussion about boys—utterly decimating the Bechdel Test before Flash's tender ears in a matter of seconds. Whenever Rarity talked about the latest “outing” she had with a handsome beau—going into exceedingly moist details—he felt her legs squirming beneath his ocean of petticoats. She also gave him a light little squeeze around the waist as she sighed dreamily about some rock-chiseled specimen of masculinity or another... as if Flash wasn't there. Or—rather—in full acceptance that all that remained of the young man could only match the pastels, the pinks, and the petticoats that so offensively ensnared him.

Sunset Shimmer was no less shy in discussing recent romantic escapades, conquests, etc. This was something that—perhaps in another life, a boring and old and stale one that Flash once faintly remembered—would have embarrassed or offended the young man on some level. But it felt different for the sissy Flash—here and now—where he was just a doll listening in, belonging to the moment... and to the women... like a recreational pink vibrator might belong inside one of their purses, having freshly been taken out into for a moment of “fun.”

“Mommy~~” he sighed, leaning back into Twilight's embrace a half-hour later as the movie's credits were rolling.

“Shhhh...” The nerdy woman shook him out of his pink, pink near-slumber. He felt her hands squeezing him through the puffy shoulders of his dress. “...funny you should say that.”

“... … ...?” Flash blinked innocently. He heard the sound of the manor's front door opening and closing, followed by the rustle of bags and the clap-clap-clapping of heels against a foyer's tile floor.

One voice spoke above the rest, melodic, womany, powerful and succulent and loving all the same. Flash found himself sitting up with a jerk, his chest palpitating inside his sissy pink dress. His eyes twitched; he could feel his pupils shrinking in adrenalized anticipation.

For who?

For what?

What force had so compelled Flash—had so thoroughly entranced him—to be this longing, this hungry, this desperate for reunion... so much so that he was almost entirely willing to forget whatever faint fragment of a life may or may not have preceded his whimsical waking in that big pink bed?

“Rainbow...?” Twilight craned her neck, addressing one of the girls as they all gradually stood from their seats. “You know what to do.”

“Heck yeah I do!” Rainbow saluted and jogged into the next room. “Be back in a jiffy!”

“Who...?” Flash whimpered. “What...?” Flash stammered.

“Ssssh...” Sunset hurried over. With Twilight's help, the two raised Flash to his wobbly feet. It took some timid teetering, but he soon stood prim and proper in those accursed heels. “Just a few seconds more, sweet dolly.”

“Mommy...~~” he cooed, as if hypnotized.

“Boy is she.” Sunset winked, handing him his pink purse.

Flash trembled, nevertheless hoisting the article over his shoulder by his strap. He stood facing the entrance to the room, briefly fussing with his hair... his tiara... his skirts—only to remember on each and every occasion that Rarity had done all of the heavy legwork for him ten times over.

Speaking of whom—the fashionista was sashaying back into the room. Pinkie, Applejack, and Fluttershy stepped aside as she gestured towards the sissy specimen standing gloriously in the center of the lavish interior.

“Ta-daaaaa!” Rarity chimed, smiling proudly. “There she be! Your adorable little princess! Right here in the Lake House, where you left herrrrrr!”

Flash stared and stared.

Faint breaths feathered in and out of his pink lips as he waited and looked.

Waited and looked.

Waited and—

A tall figure walked in—somehow taller and more majestic than the giantesses his friends had turned out to be.

Flash's heart leapt—then settled into a soft bed of familiarity. For it wasn't “Mommy.” He didn't know how he knew, but he knew.

This woman was beautiful, nonetheless. What's more: her pale complexion, her flowing pastel hair, her trademark blouse-and-pantsuit look were all unmistakable. Flash's former principal looked him up and down, stifled a giggle, then spoke in a warm voice.

“As gorgeous as I remember,” Celestia said. She put down several brightly-colored shopping bags down and folded her arms. “Although... dressed a bit differently.”

“Ya think?!” Pinkie called out.

Fluttershy and Applejack chuckled.

Another figure came in—also majestic in height and splendor.

Flash felt his breath leaving him yet again, but calmed swiftly.

This wasn't “Mommy” either...

His yearning eyes reflected a noticeably darker hue of blue, with smokey hair and an even smokier complexion. Exotic beauty framed within a stalwart figure—that was Flash's former vice-principal in a nutshell.

“Ah, but of course.” Luna placed another assortment of bags down and stood beside her older sister. Her smile was subtler than Celestia's. “That would explain why she had to use more than one card.”

“Did you have fun?” Twilight asked.

“Oh, absolutely...” Celestia tossed her hair back and looked aside, along with Luna. “Of course... it's always fun when she takes the lead.”

The room lit up with soft pastel colors.

Flash looked. Flash lived. And his needing eyes—at last—were filled with sparkles.

It was her.

It had to have been her.

There was no mistaking it.

With each pulsating firecracker delicately sounding off in Flash's veins... Flash's nerves... Flash's panties...

...there was no way in heck it could have been anyone else.

Just gazing at her immaculate smile... her rose-tinted eyes... her porcelain pink skin and the way she carried herself with shapely legs, full hips, and the gentle rain-soft swish of her skirt...

...he knew.

Part of him fought the knowledge. The last gossamer strand of Flash that was still clinging to the need for an explanation floundered over “why.” “Why her.” Someone whom—as far as his foggy effeminate mind could currently recollect—he barely knew before the pink bed as a passing acquaintance... someone he maybe once or twice had a passing thought about—no doubt in reverence to her rich womanly beauty and grace and then some.

But, truth of the matter, there was no explaining it. No understanding it.

Just embracing it... as she looked back at him... as she spoke to him... and as the love in her eyes transferred to her voice with only the sweet kiss of perfect beauty forming the frail passage in between.

No. There was no other way for this to have unfolded. It was a fairy tale. A dream come true. Flash cooed—leaning forward, in mind and body—towards that blissful buxom ever after, baptized by her words.

“Oh... and what a sweet job you girls did, Rarity,” she cooed. “Although... nothing can truly be sweeter than the source itself.” She placed her bags down, took a step forward from where her lady friends stood, and held her hands out as if to hug him from afar. “Hello Flash, my sweet sissy dolly.”

Flash swallowed the next breath with a delicate, inward squeak. His complexion rosied over, and he felt himself rising even higher in those heels. A soft sigh melted through his body, pooling shamelessly into the Tinkerbell crotch of his panties. He no longer felt sorry for the fairy, or for himself, or for anything.

“Oh Mommmmmy~~~”

“That's right, princess.” She smiled, her eyes moistening... as if she too wasn't sure things would be this perfect until they were. “Mommy's home.” She clasped her pink hands together before her bosomy blouse, sighing with a happy shudder. “Oh gosh, Mommy's so happy to see you like this...”

“Psssst...” Sunset Shimmer leaned in, whispering gently into Flash's ear. “Make a curtsy before Mommy, dolly.”

Flash sniffled, fighting back tears of joy. There was suddenly no off-balance awkwardness as he lifted the outer edges of his skirts, kneeling low in his heels, petticoats rising and falling with the graceful dip.

“Welcome home, Mommy~”

“O-oh...” She cupped her hands to her mouth, then fanned herself with both wrists while fighting the urge to hop up and down like a schoolgirl. “She's j-just... so perfect!”

“I can see that,” Luna droned, hiding a wry smirk.

“Yes, Cadance.” Celestia looked at the source of Flash's boundless adoration. “Care to fill us in on your secret sometime?”

“No.” Cadance slowly shook her head. “No, I don't.” With a click of her heels, she walked towards her sissy toy. “I've waited a long time for this, Flash. As I know you have—”

His sensitive chest rose with a pent-up gasp as she approached—

“Waaaaaait!” Rainbow Dash rushed back into the room, hauling a stack of phone books in her athletic arms. Huffing and puffing—as if she was still normal-sized—she stood directly between Cadance and the sissy. Then, in quick order, she stacked the excessive paper collection in front of one another, in ascending order towards Cadance. A series of “steps” had been formed, like how one might enter a train or a pumpkin stagecoach. “Hah. There we go.” Rainbow planted her hands on her hips. “Was totally worth all that dumpster diving.”

“Now's not the time, Rainbow!” Rarity hissed.

“Oh go suck your gunky head!” Rainbow stuck her tongue out, then winked at Flash. “She's all yours, sweet cheeks.”

Cadance looked towards Twilight. “Does... can she remember yet?”

Twilight shook her head. “No. Should be... eh... a few more hours to go yet before everything comes back to her.”

“O-oh...” Cadance cooed, fanning herself. “Even better...”

“Go on, Flashie,” Sunset said, giving his shoulder a loving pat. “Go kiss your Mommy.”

Rarity's hands were tightly clasped together as she breathed with a flushed expressin. “Go greet your Goddess.”

“Here, dolly...” Fluttershy gently led him by the hand, leading the petite young man towards the woman in question. “That's it”

“Mommy~~” he cooed, eyes full of stars as he clutched Fluttershy's grip in one hand and the purse in the other.

Cadance stood before the stack of books with her hands outstretched. “That's right, sweetie. You're almost there~” Her face sang—led by a smile. “You're almost mine~”

Flash breathed and breathed. Fluttershy gently led him—slowing as he reached the phone books. He took one timid step after another, the pink heels painful and precarious as they mounted the paper-bound platforms. Nevertheless, he ascended, Cadance's beautiful face coming into view, filling his vision and his heart and soon his underwear. He reached the tallest step—and even still she loomed above him, a majestic goddess who could cradle or crush or coddle or collapse him in a single motion—he did not care which she chose. He was all hers.

Cadance held her breath... then stretched her hand out.

Flash released his grip of Fluttershy. Fingers trembled as he aimed his gloved hand towards Cadance.

At last, Cadance clasped the boi's slender wrists. He instantly whimpered, and it was clear that the same electrifying joy was rippling through her as it was through him. Maybe only half of them expected this moment to manifest, but it was wholesome and fulfilling all throughout.

“Oh sweetie, here you are...” Cadance reached in and caressed his face, and his knees went weak. “Here you are, my pretty sissy dolly.”

He cracked a smile, tears budding in the corners of is painted eyes. “Mommy~~”

“That's right, dolly...”

“M-Mommy~~~!”

“Kiss Mommy.” She leaned down, forward, engulfing. “Let me love you, my pet.”

He panted... mumbled something... then flew forward. His lips made the lightest, most feather-soft contact with Cadance's. He was like a strand of clouds collapsing against a mountainous plateau, and his insides instantly shattered upon impact. The supernova enveloped him, sprouting outward and downward from the kiss, carried on by the scent of her perfume as it crashed full-force against the girlish spritzes that he had been drenched in. Somewhere amidst that—baptized by Cadance's warm motherly sigh into his mouth—Flash detected that same baby powder innocence holding it all together. The foundation imploded, and before Flash knew it, everything was erupting through his once-dammed center—down into the holiest of holies—in frequent throbbing trickles of sugar sweet milk that brought out a bevy of pitiful cries and chirps from the fluffiest core of his being.

“Mmm—!” He yelped. Joy and pain. Shame and succulence. His thighs squeezed—but it was far too late. They only made things worse, drowning Tinkerbell in sissy euphoria. “Mmm-muh! Unf!”

“Ssssh-ssssh...” Cadance leaned back—if but for a second—before kissing him repeatedly on the mouth and nose, peppering his orgasmic cries with loving smooches that left thick stains of lipstick. “Don't hide it, sweetie. Don't hide how happy you are—”

“Uhhnhh!” Flash merely yelped, higher in pitch, his legs buckling more and more.

“Show me. Show everyone.” She grasped his trembling waist. “Lift your skirts. All of them~”

“Uhnnf! My... m-my—!”

“Do what Mommy tells you, my sweet pet.” Cadance was already hoisting up half of the petticoats for boy. Her smile was hungry. Flushed. Nearly satisfied. “Show how happy Mommy makes you, my dolly.”

“Muh... M-Mommy~~” He clutched his skirts in two dainty sets of fingers.

“Yes. Shhhh. Yes, that's right.”

“Mmmmm...” He hoisted all that he could, exposing his shiny green panties for all the gazing women in the room—along with the slowly spreading, undeniably sissy-soiled spot forming in the dead center of Tinkerbell's face, giving her a faintly milky complexion that only brought out her pastel smile. “Mmmm-mommmmy~~” Flash finally cooed, exposing his joyous release for everyone. As he exhaled—sweaty and spent from an insurmountable wave of pleasure and fulfillment—he could only beam with a dumb smile clinging to his pretty face. His tiara leaned a little crooked, but altogether the panting... panting boi looked perfectly perfect.

“Yes... that's right, my little princess...” Cadance leaned in and kissed his left ear, then his right. For a brief moment, the woman looked like she was going to burst into tears, but she turned it into an honest smile. “Goddess, I'm so glad the spell worked...”

“It did indeed...” Celestia cleared her throat, adjusting the collar of her blouse with a noticeable sheen of sweat. “So... I have to ask...” She looked towards Sunset and Twilight in particular. “...how can I go about pushing my spot in line forward?”

“Your spot?!” Luna barked, also looking noticeably flushed.

Twlight Sparkle shook her head. “Uh uh uh, ladies... that's not how the rules work. All of us came up with the spell. We're ahead of you.”

“Besides...” Sunset added with a wink. “...you gotta choose a vessel first.”

“Hmmm... yes...” Celestia nodded, nevertheless gazing at Cadance and her lewdly exposed pet. “I do suppose that's the hardest part.” She squinted back at Twilight. “What are you going to name him after the transformation anyways? Hmmm? 'Tender Spritz'?”

“Oh hush...” Twilight folded her arms, blushing furiously. “We're... st-still discussing it.”

Sunset laughed.

“Besides, I'm up next!” Rarity exclaimed with a victorious pose. “Rouge Muffin!! Here we come~~!!”

“Daisy Thimbleweed!” Applejack cheered. “Yeehaa!”

Pinkie Pie pumped an arm. “Candy Plumage!” A few of her friends blinked her way. She blinked back. “What?? You guys know 'em!”

In the meantime, Flash looked as though he was going to collapse. Albeit with a dreamy sigh.

Cadance gasped. She looked at the rest of the girls with a frightful expression. “How... h-h-how do I—?”

“Just be natural about it.” Applejack gestured. “He'll feel light as a feather.”

“Unf!” Cadance scooped Flash up. As he draped in her arms—still heaving from his sissy release—a tearful smile overwhelmed the former Dean of Crystal Prep. “Guhhh...!” She shook noticeably, but recovered by holding the young man close, snuggling him intensely. “Mmmmmmgoddesssss...” She peaked above his pixie blue hair, stealing an apologetic look at the girls. “Please. If... if she and I can have a moment alone together...?”

“Please do.” Sunset gestured towards the adjacent hallway. “She's all yours~!”

“I know. And... and th-thank you!” Cadance rushed out of the room, elegantly carrying her prize in the process. “Thank you soooooo much!”

“H-hey!” Pinkie Pie frowned, pointing at all of the shopping bags that Cadance and her friends had carried in. “But—what about all you shopped for?! I thought we were gonna play dress up with her!”

“We will! I-I promise! Just...” Cadance called back as she exited the room. “...I-I have to take things a b-bit slow! Check up on her first!”

“Remember the code words!” Sunset hollered after her.