Panty Logic

Grunting slightly, Cadance firmly shut the door to her bedroom behind her. She breathed with slight relief, then finished bridal-carrying Flash to the large pink mattress. At first, she considered laying him down like the limp plaything he was... but the decided to just sit up in bed with the precious sissy cuddled in her arms. Her breaths came out in swift spurts as she slowly digested the reality of this moment.. and the exciting potential for endless moments to come.

As if awoken by her closeness—or perhaps her perfume—Flash finally... finally pierced through the afterglow of his sissy climax to speak. “Mmmmm... Mommy...~~?”

“Mmm... y-yes...” Cadance sniffled, smiling once more with scarcely-contained excitement. She took every moment she could to toy with his hair, the poofs of his dress, his petticoats and petticoats and petticoats. “Y-yes... my little pet...”

“I... I'm sorry...” He whimpered, looking up at her with dazed eyes. “...so s-sorry about the panties.”

“Huh?” Cadance rolled her eyes. She giggled like a schoolgirl then leaned down to give him several rapid kisses on the forehead, cheeks, and lips. “Ohhhhh sweetie...” She tapped his nose and smiled warmly. “There'll be plenty more where those came from.”

“I...” Flash clutched to her arms, staring up with unrestrained love and devotion. “...I-I can't...”

“Can't what, dolly?”

“Mommy~” he instinctively purred.

She winced. “Oh right. I-I have to say that sparingly.” She caressed his cheek. “What's the matter, Flashie?”

“I... can't remember... how or... wh-when...” He stammered.

“Yes. That...” Cadance nodded. “It... it takes a while before the spell fully kicks in. At least for the vessels, not so much for the rest of us girls.” She gulped. “I-I know you may not completely remember things now, but... last I heard... and last we talked—you completely agreed to everything, even after Sunset and Twilight explained it to you. You... you told me yourself—on several occasions—that being thrown into the pink waters, as t'were, was a long-standing fantasy of yours. I... I-I hope it wasn't distressing, my little princess...”

“Mmmmm... it...” Flash murmured, still drifting in a high cloud. “...it's so dreamy... so w-wonderful, Mommy.”

She giggled, sighed, and caressed his face with a loving gaze. “It's taken us several months to get here, Flashie. But... here we are.”

“I... d-don't remember...” Even as he said that, faint shadows of a rain-swept motel flickered through his mind. He imagined a twenty-two year old adult—tall and gaunt with calloused fingers—curled up on a made bed, wishing he could be smaller... precious...—wishing he could be this.

“That's okay, sweetie...” Cadance stroked his cheek, smiling with pure bedazzlement in her eyes as she drank his soft pastel form in. “It should come to you as the initial effects wear off. Until then...” She kissed his forehead. “...just enjoy the here and now, sweetie. Mmmkay?” She tickled his chin just above the choker. “I'm told it must feel absolutely blissful.”

He giggled.. then giggled some more. His hand clasped with hers, resting it against the choker. A flicker of joy ran up his heart as he finally realized whose name he bore on that pink lacy article. Fitting—because all he knew at the moment, and all he cared about—was the one person he belonged to. And in a flash of epiphany, the boi began remembering long conversations over the phone, online, and through wonderfully perfumed letters... before a series of discreet meetings led to him holding hands with hers and feeling this fabulous feminized future frolicking into reality.

“I feel...” He purred.

“Yes?” Cadance's eyes fluttered.

“I feel... … ...”

“Yes, Flashie?”

“... … ...so happy.”

Cadance sniffed back tears. She stroked his cheek yet again. “Enjoy it, my pet. You've been waiting a long time to feel true comfort.”

“Just... don't understand how I could be... h-how I could be—”

“Does it have to make sense, Flashie?” She cooed. “Don't fret over logic. Don't worry about things making sense. Right now you're here... you're beautiful... and I love you.” She kissed his forehead once again. “I'm so... so very glad to have a sissy pet of my own now.”

He smiled sweetly, kissing her hand every opportunity she got.

“Of course... as for discomfort...” She waggled her eyebrows. “Well... we'll deal with that slowly and in portions—like we all planned to... once your memory fully returns. Assuming you're still willing to play the part of a slut.”

Flash's pupils shrank. Instinctively, upon hearing that word, his lips purred in a sexy way: “Dadddddy~~” He blinked at himself.

Cadance blinked too. “Yes! Haha... well...” She squeezed his hands, winking suggestively. “He will be home from work the middle of the next week. Let's save the 's' word for when he's around, okay?”

Flash stared at her. Without triggering, her murmured, “Mommy?”

“Yes, Flashie?”

“... … ...I think Tinkerbell wants to play again.”

Cadance let loose a long, girlish laugh. She scooped him into a close hug, toppling over in the pink sheets. “Heeheehee—I bet she does!”