Fleur didn’t need much of an excuse to make her way to the Sparkle household the afternoon after Fancy’s birthday party. It was her day off after all and Fancy Pants was busy with yet another social function so she had the day all to herself. As she made her way over she had many questions running through her head.

What was this conspiracy Rarity had been talking about? What were these nobles plotting? Who was behind it? Was Fleur really the best to be involved in such an important task? Would she be working with the other Element Bearers? What would they be like? Would she meet that cute dragon again?

She brushed that last thought aside, he was Rarity’s boyfriend, not hers. She was just a little pent up is all, she’d not had sex since marrying Fancy Pants after all.

She knocked on the door to the Sparkle household where she was to meet with Rarity and it didn’t take long to be answered. Answering the door was a sight that made Fleur’s jaw drop. It was Twilight Velvet, but she dressed like she was a hooker. Tiny booty shorts, a small shirt that was stretched over her shoulders, and a pair of platform heels propped her up. Her hair coiled around like she was a young student, topped off with some hoop earrings like a common whore.

Fleur had heard from Fancy Pants about a family curse, but she’d never seen it in person. She tried not to stare, but it was difficult. Fleur wasn’t bisexual, but it was still a strange view.

“Feel free to look dear, I’m displaying them for a reason,” Velvet said with a wink

Fleur coughed. “Umm sorry, I’m here to meet Rarity. She called me here.”

“Has she?” Velvet cocked her head. “She hasn’t mentioned you.”

“Oh!” Fleur gasped, as she remembered a secret code that Rarity had shared with her late last night. “I have another piece for the horde.”

“Ah of course,” she said with a small smile. “I’ve just remembered something, please follow me.”

Fleur was led inside the Sparkle household and was led into the living room where Rarity was waiting patiently. Two cups of tea had been prepared, with one currently in Rarity's hands.

"Ah, Fleur so glad you could make it. You’re early, I’m afraid not everyone has arrived yet, but please have some tea.” She levitated her cup of tea into Fleur’s grasp.

“Thank you Rarity, but I have some questions,” she asked as she took the seat next to Rarity.

“I’ll answer all your questions in good time dear, but please take a taste of my special brew. I made it myself,” Rarity insisted, eyes sparkling with pride. Overwhelmed Fleur took a sip of the brew, and finding the taste utterly divine. It sent a pleasant wave of warmth across her entire body, from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers, much like sinking into a hot bath.

“Delicious,” she gasped, “could you share the recipe?”

But then Rarity’s smile became wolffish as she rested her cheek on a single finger. Narrow eyes lidded with a cruel triumph. “Maybe when you wake up darling?”

“When I wake up?” Fleur asked, before she noticed her fingers becoming all tingling, then her limbs, then her head. Then she felt a darkness creeping in at her vision until she collapsed.

She didn’t know how long she’d been out, but when she opened her eyes her vision was blurred. She was lying down on a table of some kind, a hard surface perhaps made of stone or wood. Two figures stood over her, one purple, one a blur of black and white.

“Who…who are you?” She murmured, head weakly shaking from side to side.

“It seems our subject has finally awoken, it is time we fulfil the order that our Mistress has spoken,” said the throaty voice from the black and white figure.

“Yes let’s,” said the other gentler voice. Fleur blinked, bringing her vision back into view just in time to hear heels approaching and to see a third figure standing over her. A beautiful white unicorn. Rarity

“Ah so you’re awake, don’t worry dear. Just relax,” Rarity told her, horn lighting up. After which Fleur felt all the fear and panic draining out of her body, bringing an alien sense of calm to her.

“What’s happening?” Fleur asked, her tone of voice little different from a small talk conversation.

“I’m afraid I might have been a little misleading when I was speaking of a conspiracy here in Canterlot. Though there is most certainly a conspiracy, I am one of the two at the head of it,” Rarity explained, a sharp glint of sadistic delight in her eye.

“What do you want with me?”

“The same thing that I said I wanted, a spy, a conspirator, an agent in our mission,” Rarity explained, a sing-song devilish tone to her voice.

“What mission?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Rarity sang, turning on her heel and making her way out of the room. “Make her the perfect Black Widow, Twilight. I leave this to your good judgment.”

Princess Twilight had been rumoured to share her mother’s curse, but right now Fleur could not honestly tell if that was the reason she wore her current outfit. A lace and latex corset that bore an obvious cleavage window, with long black opera gloves and thigh-high heels.

Her nose was buried in a book right now, her eyes trailing along the pages, a pen making some last-minute scribbles. She looked up and beamed at Rarity. “Right away Mistress, just double checking my list so I’ve got everything prepared.”

“Princess Twilight?” Fleur gasped, as Rarity made her way out of the room but she was ignored. The door shut bringing a deafening silence to the room that was broken only by the gentle hum of Twilight’s voice.

“Just double checking this list, making sure we have everything ready. What do you think Zecora? Should we start with the new powers, the mind or the body?” Twilight asked, shutting her book with a loud snap.

“Shall we start with her mind, so that she does not complain about her bind?”

“What are you talking about? What are you doing to me?” Fleur asked, straining against her restraints.

“Nothing you’ll regret I assure you,” Twilight said, a giddy smile on her face. “But our Master and Mistress desire to have a spy among the nobility, a sexy femme fatale spy. And we think you’ll be perfect.”

“A spy for what?”

“To make all the women of the world serve our Master as his sex slaves of course. And for all the men to stand aside for him,” Twilight explained, happily. As if she was talking about her favourite book report. “But please be quiet, we’re doing a very delicate process.”

A spell was cast on Fleur and she found herself unable to speak, her own magic had been rendered impossible because of a magic nullification ring around her horn. She could do little more than squirm.

“Actually perhaps we should start with the physical changes, they’re perhaps a little simpler,” Twilight mused, then her hands started tracing along Fleur’s supple body. Feeling her smooth pale fur between her fingers, she brushed against Fleur’s hourglass figure. She was awed at how effortlessly Fleur’s waist became both a heart-shaped ass and a bountiful bust.

“Rarity was right, her figure is almost as perfect as Cadence’s,” Twilight mused as her hands started to fondle Fleur’s tits. “Quite the feat considering that Celestia got the tits, Luna the ass but Cadence got the perfect hourglass-shaped body. My personal favourite.”

“What about yourself Princess Twilight? What about you pleases a pervert’s sight?” Zecora asked, but Twilight shrugged.

“I’m leaving that to our Master and Mistress to decide,” Twilight said as her horn lit up purple. Fleur could feel a sensation on her flesh much like it was being pinched, then she could feel little parts of her being sucked in. Twilight was only making small touches to Fleur’s body.

“You really are the perfect specimen for our Master aren’t you, I barely had anything to change,” Twilight said with a smile, trailing a finger down Fleur’s body. “Mistress Rarity has good taste.”

“Shall we begin remoulding her mind? It should be quite enjoyable refined.”

“Yes, it wouldn’t be very smart to give her powers before she showed herself a loyal sex slave for our Master, you have the potion prepared, I assume?”

Fleur tried to struggle against her restraints but it was no use, Zecora had produced a long, thin liquid of sparkling green. “The moment I received your quest, I made this brew at your request. The finest herbs, ingredients and incense, all to make her see sense. I acquired the key ingredient myself, spunk from the Master himself.”

“Ah, so that’s why you were so desperate to give him a blowjob earlier,” Twilight remarked, a dawn of understanding spreading across her face. “I thought you were just eager to have him fuck your throat.”

“Well I don’t deny that was part of it, I wanted to blow him just a bit,” the Zebra chuckled with such a blasé attitude before pinching Fleur by the throat and spreading her lips. Soon the entire bubbly green mixture was being poured down her throat.

The effects were immediate, she could feel any disgust at the situation was away within her. Replaced by feelings of subservience and lust, she remembered the dragon at the party. Before she had simply found him cute and attractive back then, a curiosity. Now though she felt a feeling of immense love at the perfect dragon. So handsome, so strong, so perfect.

"Listen to me Fleur," Twilight said, washing another wave of magic over Fleur, this time though Fleur welcomed it. She knew that Twilight would be remoulding her mind to better serve that drake, but Fleur eagerly welcomed the loss of free will if it meant she could serve that Dragon Master. "You're still friends with Fancy Pants, but your heart belongs to Spike. You serve him as a sex slave, a slut, a whore. You wish to expand that harem and see Spike rule over the whole world with all women as his slaves and Rarity as his favourite."

Fleur nodded, she knew she was being hypnotized but she welcomed it. Welcome the possibility of being moulded into whatever her Master wanted, free will was a small sacrifice. "You will become our Master’s spy and agent Fleur. You will use the powers we grant you to seduce your way into the nobles' bedrooms and more importantly their secrets. You will never have your way with any of the males, we'll give you powers to avoid that because your body belongs to our Master."

A smile spread across Fleur's face. A purpose for her life, a thrilling adventure of excitement and seduction for her Master's cause she could get behind. She let this truth sink into her, filling her completely until it was all that she was. But Twilight was not done yet. "You delight in your manipulation, you love wrapping them around your finger and making them drool over you and your body. And best of all you'll delight in breaking them and bringing their secrets to our Master and serving him in a way you only pretend to with others."

Fleur could feel the words filling herself, and she welcomed every single one. She embraced her new purpose, her new desire, her new destiny. She wouldn't be surprised if her cutie mark started changing as she started imagining manipulating those corrupt, stupid princes and nobles. Getting into their heads and more importantly their beds and getting them to reveal their darkest and most ruinous secrets. And then laughing as she revealed them to her Master, and controlled those pompous fools.

Fleur felt the magic wash away, her hypnosis having changed her into the manipulative femme fatale of her Master's dreams, there was no spell on her speech now. “Thank you Twilight, thank you for making me Master’s manipulative bitch.”

“You’re welcome Fleur,” Twilight said brightly, opening her book with gusto and checking of two things. “We still have two other mental changes to make. Zecora do you have them?”

Zecora produced two new potions; one a clear still liquid like water, the other a bubbling liquid of pink. “I do indeed, I have everything our Master shall need. One brew to make her lust for the touch of a mare, the other will give her brains to spare.”

If Fleur understood this correctly then the first would make her bisexual, or at least into women. It must turn her Master on, seeing her feel up another big-titted fuckdoll. The second would increase her intellect to aid her in analysing, manipulating and seducing the noble bastards.

She eagerly gulped down the two potions, excited to become one step closer to the fantasy her Master desired her to be. She could feel her head become almost thicker, and a slight headache formed, as her IQ rose. She also felt her pussy begin to gush as she realised just how smoking hot her two captors were. Whether it was Twilight’s juicy purple cleavage or Zecora’s exotic striped body.

“Mmm don’t take too long Princess, I’m just itching to get started, and you just standing there is making me all wet,” Fleur purred, a lecherous smile stretching across her face.

“Won’t be long now, but we’re going to have to keep you there as we give you your new powers,” Twilight said, her voice almost reluctant. She seemed hopeful though for later, and Fleur couldn’t deny that the promise of powers to help her quest was too tempting to resist.

“I have the perfect spell for you to learn later, but for now I think Zecora has two powers her potions will provide,” Twilight said, her eyes flickering to Zecora who was finishing stirring a small pot.

“I have almost finished this muck, then you’ll be able to fuck,” she brought over a black vial. “This one will let you change your body like a changeling stunt, fitting because it contains juice from Chrysalis's cunt."

Once upon a time that would have disgusted the supermodel, but now with her newly bisexual and perverted mind, she eagerly drank in the liquid. A new sensation came over her body as she did, as if she had access to a new limb or new muscle within her body. It all came by instinct, but she now knew how to transform herself like a changeling. The perfect infiltrator.

"Now the final step is a cream, that gives off a scent like steam. Those who smell it cannot help themself, they become as open as a bookshelf," Zecora sang, dipping her stripped hands into a pale cream and rubbing them against each other. Once she had gotten a good spread she began to rub her hands across Fleur's entire body, taking the opportunity to take her time with Fleur's tits so that she could play with them in her stripped hands.

"Oooh that feels good," Fleur moaned.

"I'm glad you liked it, it will also need to go deep up your slit," Zecora said, her gaze betraying her true perverted reasons. Nevertheless, Fleur made sure to spread her legs as far as she could whilst restrained and shivered when the cold substance was coating the insides of her cunt.

"She is now ready, her changes are nice and steady," Zecora said with a bow to Twilight. Grinning Twilight unfastened Fleur's restraints. and Fleur took the opportunity to stand and stretch. She was experimenting with her new body, utterly unconcerned with her nudity. She felt the new thrum of power across her fur making it stand on its end, she could feel a new intensity behind her eyes from her new sultry power.

"How am I Twilight? Think our Master Spike will like me?" She asked, her voice now sensual and playfully venomous.

"I think he will indeed, but Master and Mistress want you to earn your place in his harem. They have a task for you, complete it and you will have earned your place," Twilight explained. Fleur could not deny her disappointment but it was overshadowed by her eagerness to fulfil her purpose and her Master's whim. "And don't forget I have one more spell to teach you

"I live to serve," she said with a curtsy.

"Ever heard of a Prince Blueblood?"

Author's Note

What is it with these Fleur chapters and them becoming so long? I guess it's just something that happens, might be partly due to all the great suggestions you guys have given me. Not sure exactly what secrets Blueblood should be hiding but I'm sure I'll figure something out.

P.S. I hope the Velvet fanart wasn't too extreme. I can tone it back in the future if necessary.

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