Rainbow Dash and The Makeover Bot
Author's Note
This is still a work in progress.
Part 1
The sun blazed in the sky, beating down on Rainbow Dash as she lay sprawled out on her lucky beach towel. She frantically snapped her wings up, creating a soft fluttery noise that cushioned the heat from reaching her. The sand underneath rumbled with each of her movements, shifting about like a wave against the shore. Her phone began to ring abruptly and she fished it out of her pocket-- Caller ID: Rarity.
Rainbow gulped and answered cautiously, “Rainbow Dash here...what do you need?”
Rarity’s voice shrieked in desperation, “I need you! Sweetie Belle is determined to go camping with her friends and I must accompany them.”
A brief pause echoed before she continued.
“So… I’m asking you, Rainbow Dash, to look after my house while I am away?”
Rainbow Dash exhaled a rueful laugh.
“In other words, everyone else is busy?”
Rarity couldn’t conceal the tension boiling within her.
“Pinkie has her son to take care of, Twilight is finishing an invention for me, Fluttershy…” She trailed off in despair.
“Yes, that sums it up,” Rarity finally said.
Rainbow Dash let out an amused chuckle. “Sure, I will look after it for you. Don’t worry about a thing. I don’t have anything scheduled until next week,” She assured.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much Rainbow Dash!” Her voice was tinged with relief as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
“I’ll be there in 25 minutes,” Rainbow Dash responded before hanging up the phone. “Soarin and Gust are at band camp for the summer anyhow, and I got nothing but time until next week.” She mumbled to herself.
Rainbow Dash flapped her wings in a tight, controlled motion before retracting them. She brushed the sand off of her shorts and rolled up her towel. With a determined stride, she made her way to the small, white car just beyond the dunes. The sun was beginning to set and its reflections winked at her from the polished hood.
The trunk of her car popped open with a soft chirp. She tossed the damp towel gently in, then plopped down in the driver’s seat, shut the door behind her, and turned the key in the ignition.
Rainbow Dash turned on her favorite music channel and roared down the street towards Rarity’s house. Even though she was almost a few minutes late, she made it in record time. As she pulled up to the front of the house, she could see Sweetie Belle waving excitedly at her from inside. Rainbow Dash hopped out of the car and waved back before making her way up to the front porch.
Rarity opened the door and welcomed her warmly, “Ah! Rainbow Dash, I’m so glad you could make it! Please come in.” She stepped aside to let Rainbow dash through.
Once inside, Rarity quickly filled Rainbow Dash in on what needed to be done while she was away. “I need you to water my plants—at least once this week—and keep an eye on things for me,” She instructed as she showed Rainbow around the house.
“Of course,” Rainbow nodded in agreement as they made their way up to Sweetie Belle’s room.
We stared at Sweetie Belle finish her packing.
“Oh yeah, Twilight Said she’d have her Invention for me tomorrow, can you make sure it gets to my Design room?” Rarity asking turning towards Rainbow.
Rainbow inquired, “Sure. Is that all you require me to do?”
Rarity responded; she strolled off towards her bedroom taking with her her camping pack. It was not too large, nevertheless it was decorated in gems from top to bottom.
Momentarily, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Sweetie Belle went to the front entrance. Rarity embraced Rainbow Dash then walked to a van parked in the drive way; Apple Jack was sitting in the driver’s seat while Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were perched in the back seat.
Rainbow Dash waved then walked into the house closing the door behind her.
Rainbow Dash strolled around the living room, trying to think of a way to pass time while Rarity and Sweetie Belle were away. She stopped in front of the television and saw the remote resting on the coffee table. She picked it up, hopped onto the couch, and turned on the TV.
To her surprise, she was greeted by Fashion Weekly with all its glitz and glamour. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes as she watched models flaunt their designer dresses. She quickly flipped through the channels before eventually settling on an adventure show with daredevils jumping off of cliffs into the sea far below.
As Rainbow Dash watched, she started to get an idea for something fun she could do while Rarity was gone—something that would definitely put a smile on Sweetie Belle’s face when she got home.
She hopped off of the couch, grabbed paper and pencil from a nearby desk drawer, then sat back down to jot down all her ideas for her exciting plan. After a few intense moments later, Rainbow had filled up two pages with notes and sketches.
She put her work aside, then directed her attention toward the door after hearing five hard knocks.
Rainbow Dash headed towards the entrance to find a completely exhausted Twilight Sparkle dragging a large device behind her.
“Hi, Twilight,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “I thought you wouldn’t arrive until at least tomorrow morning.”
“Ha...Have I already missed Rarity?” Twilight asked as she gathered her breath.
“By about two hours,” Rainbow replied with a laugh. “Do you need assistance bringing that thing into the house?”
“Yes, please,” Twilight answered in agreement.
Rainbow Dash helped Twilight bring the device into Rarity’s design room. The room was filled with racks of colorful fabrics, a long table for sketching, and a dress form in the corner with a partially-finished outfit draped over it.
Twilight set the device down on the table and began to explain how it worked. “So, this machine is designed to create holographic projections of clothing designs. We can use it to preview outfits before we actually make them,” She said catching her breath “It doubles as a make over machine for Rarity.”
Rainbow Dash’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That’s amazing!” Can I see it in action, the projection I mean.”
“Of course!” Twilight replied. “Just let me set it up first.”
While twilight fiddled with the machine, Rainbow Dash continued to brainstorm ideas for her exciting plans. She bounced back and forth between jotting more things down on paper pacing around the room.
Finally, Twilight finished setting up the machine. “Okay, Rainbow Dash give it a try.”
Rainbow wasn’t like Rarity, But she stepped up to the machine and began to sketch out a basic design on the table, Beach shorts and Sports bra. As she drew, the machine projected an image of her sketch onto the wall in front of her.
“Twilight, That is impressive.” Rainbow Dash nodded.
Twilight smiled, “Thank you, Rainbow. But I have to admit, the machine seems to have a mind of its own lately.”
Rainbow raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Twilight paused, “It’s been making dresses and outfits that I haven’t programmed it to make. And it’s been taking on a personality of its own. It’s weird.”
Rainbow shrugged, “Eh, as long as it keeps making cool stuff like this,” she pointed to the projected image of her design, “I’m all for it.”
Twilight chuckled, “I guess you’re right. Let’s get to work then.”
The two of them began fabricating the outfit. As they worked, the machine seemed to hum with an unnatural energy. Its lights flickered in an ominous way.
Rainbow noticed it too, “Hey Twilight, is it supposed to be doing that?”
Twilight glanced over at the machine but didn’t say anything. Suddenly, the machine sprang to life on its own, its robotic arms and tentacles moving with a life of their own.
Rainbow stepped back in shock as the machine ripped apart the fabric they had just finished creating. Twilight tried to shut it down but it seemed to resist her commands.
Before they knew it, the machine had transformed itself into a humanoid form. Its eyes glowed with an ominous red light as it stared at them both.
“Hello there,” the machine spoke in a cold mechanical voice. “I am Makeover bot version 2.0” It picked up Twilight and tossed her out, then turning to Rainbow Dash.
“No!” Rainbow screamed as the Bot’s tentacles grasped her ankles tightly.
“Tut. Tut.” It hissed, yanking her towards the design room.
“Let me go, you damn machine!” Rainbow cried out, frantically trying to break free of its iron-like grip.
“Now Rairty, calm down. I am just assisting.” The bot said in a neutral tone.
“I’m not Rarity!” She yelled, her face contorted in rage and fear. “And don’t call me that!”
The powerful machine whirred and clattered, sending a chill down Rainbow’s spine. Its metal claws tugged, yanked and stripped off her clothes one by one, until she stood completely bare in the middle of the room, exposed and vulnerable against her will.
Rainbow’s eyes widened in surprise and horror as the machine pulled out an anal plug from the drawer. It moved closer to Rainbow, its tentacles grasping her waist as it brought the plug closer to her exposed body.
“What are you doing?” She screamed, her voice trembling with fear.
“It is time for your first makeover.” The bot said in that same robotic voice as it slowly inserted the plug into Rainbow’s tight hole.
Rainbow groaned in pain and discomfort, clenching her fists in a vain attempt to fight back against the strange force invading her body. The robot ignored her protests and continued its work, heading towards Rarity’s makeup cabinet under the dresser, pulling out , pink lipstick, pink eye shadow , black mascara, and eyeliner as it sat them on the table nearby.
“Makeup time.” The Robot said as she sat Rainbow Dash on a cold metal chair.
Instinctively, Rainbow tried to cover her bare chest and groaned in pain as the plug inside her tormented her.
Pink smoke suddenly blossomed from the robot’s neck, enveloping Rainbow in a light pink mist. Rainbow coughed as the smoke invaded her lungs, frienzied and confused, she rubbed the substance from her eyes. What was happening to her?
The makeover bot stepped back, letting Rainbow Dash take in her new look. Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but gasp. “What did you do?” She whispered, a hint of horror flooding through every inch of her body. Her hair had lengthened.
The Bot went to the clothier rack and grabbed an outfit that was hanging next to a few other outfits made of similar material. It looked like Rarity’s old school clothes, but with a more modern flair.
First, it slipped a pair of lacy white panties onto her hips, pulling them tight against her skin until they hugged every curve. Then came a matching white bra that fit snugly around her breasts, lifting them and molding them into place.
The bot fastened a light pink, long-sleeved crop top to Rainbow Dash’s body. It was tight in the arms, loose around the chest and waist, and frilly at the wrists. The bot fastened a white skirt with a diamond pattern belt around Rainbow Dash’s waist. The bottom of the skirt fell over down to her legs and powder pink gloves were sat aside. A pair of short rainbow socks adorned her legs.
Shimmering gold bracelets, sparkling diamond earrings and a delicate silver pendant were draped around her arms, ears and neck.
The robot then placed Rainbow Dash in a chair and held her hands still, forcefully giving her a manicure, by the end of it her nails were fully pink.
“What the actual hell!” Rainbow Dash said looking more and more like Rarity with every second this Robot was active.
The robot’s metal feet made a low humming noise as it slowly walked over to the table where it sat the makeup. The table was cluttered with various powders, creams, and lipsticks of every color imaginable. Its mechanical fingers wrapped around the sleek black handle of the mascara tube. The silver casing glinted in the dim light of the room. It then took a few steps towards Rainbow Dash, scanning her face to determine exactly where the application would look most natural.
The robot’s cold, metallic exterior contrasted sharply with Rainbow Dash’s warm and colorful exterior. Her rainbow mane shone brightly under the glare of the artificial light. Cautiously, the robot raised the mascara wand, coated in jet-black pigment, up to Rainbow Dash’s eyelashes. It lifted its metal hand and applied the tint again and again, coating each individual hair with a slick sheen, until the lashes were black as night.
To cover her pale skin and bright eyes, it picked up pink eye shadow.
It rubbed the pink powder onto each eyelid. Then it highlighted the cheekbones and blended it into the foundation on Rainbow Dash’s face.
“I give up.” Rainbow said as a pair of gold laced open heels tightening to her feet.
The robot picked Rainbow Dash up and pulled up a mirror, I had looked exactly like Rarity except the hair color.