“Let’s see what we have here…” Rainbow Dash murmured to herself.
She’d begun her Wonderbolt search and rescue training, catching the spelunking bug as a side effect. Well, she had also always had a thing for treasure hunting as a filly. No luck so far though…until today. She’d been checking out the caverns just past the diamond dogs’ territory. She wasn’t worried about being captured and enslaved since
(A) Her ’Bolt training had cranked her combat skills all the way past eleven!
(B) The dogs mostly avoided ponies nowadays, ever since their run in with Rarity.
So far Dash had preferred to fly and explore caves alone, but for the past few months she’d started to wish she could bring Rarity along. The fashionista always had unbelievable luck with finding diamonds for her frilly dresses, and what did the most awesome pony in ~~Equestria~~…well, okay, Ponyville and Cloudsdale, get? Bupkis!
Unfortunately, Dash preferred flying as high and going as deep as possible, working her way down entire mountains into the bowels of the earth. She was just hardcore like that. Rarity, on the other hand, could fend off entire legions of diamond dogs and changelings with her wits alone but threw a whole fainting fit at the very idea of joining Dash on one her own undertakings. Dash didn’t see what the big deal was, she’d promised to hold tight and not drop her!
Anyway, maybe it was a good thing Rarity had wussed out. That meant Dash’s first discovery in months was all hers!
It looked like a door, a gilded fancy one that would’ve been right at home in Princess Celestia’s castle, even if it would turn out to be just for the day-bringer’s bathroom or something. Dash was convinced it must be a treasure trove, though. For starters she’d followed the direction of these underground tunnels because of all the warnings the diamond dogs had given her.
Lots of total crap about ghosts and curses and never coming back as the same person… which sooooo totally meant they were hiding something really fucking cool! What’d they think she was, an idiot? She’d shown them. When she found whatever super sweet treasure that they’d thought they could con her out of, she’d buy a Manehattan jumbotron sized plasma screen to air non-stop loops of her spending all that treasure to show ’em!
Dash licked her lips and grinned as she flapped closer to the door, her torch light flashing snazzily off the gold, silver and pink livery of the white door. She cocked her head, admiring her reflection in the pink crystal (or maybe even diamond?!) door ornament: a big pink heart with two silver bat wings coming out of each side.
She landed on the little outcrop that seemed to act as a kind of doorstep, surprised and having to catch her balance when she realised how narrow it actually was, almost making her fall face first into the door. She looked down into the chasm that had to be almost two miles under the door, full of glinting razor sharp points that had to be stalagmites. Dash squinted, focusing her excellent, bird-like Pegasus vision and raised an eyebrow. Some of those glints seemed to be metallic, implying whoever owned whatever was beyond this door had added extra metal spikes themselves as home security.
Dash grinned to herself again. “That must mean whatever’s in here is the definition of awesome!”
This whole adventure was turning out pretty awesome, honestly. The reason the door had a two mile fall into a chasm full of spikes? Because it was set about two miles up in a solid rock cave wall. The stalagmites in this tunnel grew long and sharp, too, crowded together, which meant only a really, really, really good flyer could get up here and balance on the narrow little doorstep. In other words, only Rainbow ‘Danger’ Dash could get up here and claim whatever was in here as her rightfully bounty for being awesome!
Dash would’ve liked to kick the door open and stride inside, all dramatic like, but the ledge was way too narrow to allow her to do something that awesome, so she settled for pushing the door. It swung open easily. Dash shrugged. That made a kind of sense to her. The door was next to impossible (for anyone not awesome, and she was definitely not not awesome… that’d made sense, right? Of course it did!) for anypony to reach. Why bother locking it? Didn’t even have a handle, just lots of hearts and batwing decals.
She shined her torch inside the room on the other side first, though, checking for any security. She didn’t come all this way to get chopped in half by an axe from the ceiling or blown up by a trip wire or whatever. She’d heard all the cracks about her intelligence or lack thereof, and she’d only gotten smugger at how smarter her Wonderbolt training had made her. Among other things, it had taught her how to check out an area for booby traps.
So far the only kind of trap she could see was risking back injury…by carrying out all the shiny stuff that was flashing in her torch light! She got control of herself and checked the walls with the beam until she found a light switch. She flicked it, not bothering to wonder how somepony got electricity all the way down here, and flicked off her torch as the room lit up.
“Whoa…”
It was like she was stepping into the foyer of an underground mansion, and maybe she was. The space on the other side of the door had been carved to make unimpressive cave stone look like marble worthy of constructing Canterlot Castle. Huge archways and staircases loomed in front of and all around Dash. The room should’ve felt empty and cold but instead it felt cosy and classy, the light of an ornate chandelier illuminating the space and reflecting off hundreds of gold treasures stacked against the walls. Even more crystals and gems and diamonds were embedded in the rock of the walls themselves.
“Oh yes, yes, YES!” Dash crowed, fist pumping.
She turned to the door, already paranoid about someone finding and stealing her haul… which she was…stealing from…someone else, bah, whatever!...and grinned appreciatively as she noticed a handle on this side of the door. The owner could close it and keep out drafts as well as intruders, who’d have a hell of a time getting up here anyway. No lock, Dash noted as she took hold and tested the door, opening and closing it, but again that made sense. If someone did find this place, in a cave who the fuck knew how many miles under a mountain, past an entire civilization of greedy dog people who were afraid of it, the owner could probably barricade themselves in by just placing one of their giant treasures in the way.
Whooping to herself, Dash flew through the underground mansion, exploring any and all rooms she could find. They seemed to go on forever and each was full of either treasure or the most luxurious stuff she’d ever seen. There was even a pool, kept magically warm and clean!
“Anypony here?” Dash called. She hadn’t set off any security yet and she’d been making tons of noise, but she still better check. “If not, finders-keepers, right?”
No response except an echo of her own voice.
“Right,” Dash smirked to herself.
She giggled like a lunatic, stripping out of her Lara Croft-esque spelunker outfit, ditching her backpack and underwear, even the gun she’d brought along just in case the diamond dogs or other cave monsters got any ideas, and dove into the pool.
After a few laps she climbed out and pampered herself with the jacuzzi next door, using a panel in the wall to control the temperature and to put on some nice music. The owner seemed to like jazz and not much else, but that was fine with Dash. She could set up her own speakers later and blare whatever she wanted. This place was all hers now.
She found a stylish black, white and pink bathrobe, one of many clothes in a massive closet, and toured the rest of the mansion in that, admiring all the lush carpets and paintings and sculptures the owner had acquired in addition to all her bling-bling. Dash’s bling-bling, now! She couldn’t wait to see Applejack and Rarity’s faces.
After making herself a nice meal with decades worth of preserved food stored in a magical freezer and enjoying it in front of the king sized screen in the plush home cinema (the owner’s movie collection was largely old school noir stuff, but again, Dash could just bring her own action and anime collection down here), she finally stumbled upon a bedroom. “Ah, now we’re talking!”
Admittedly the bedroom was more like a high-class hotel suite, but Dash liked to do everything in style, including napping. She had all kinds of ideas about what she could get up to in that plush looking bed…what was that on top of it?
Frowning curiously, Dash got closer to examine something folded on the bed. Her eyes went wide.
It was a set of clothes. Two white leather opera gloves with pink latex cuffs. A black latex catsuit, as dark as a soul and as shiny as stars. And the crowning glory, a pink latex/ceramic mix breastplate for a chest almost the size of Rainbow Dash’s own head.
Dash looked around wildly, finding what she was looking for by the side of the bed: a pair of white leather knee high boots with pink latex cuffs, pink ceramic hearts on the toes, and a pair of silver gey heels that looked sleek as a jet and so hard they could drill through solid rock.
Dash spun to the huge dressing room next to the bedroom, walled off by privacy screens. She pulled one back and stared at row after row of identical outfits on dummies and in garments bags. A large beurre with a vanity mirror was loaded with all sorts of little gadgets as well as high end beauty products and Dash stared at her own dumbstruck reflection in it.
“Oh my god…I’m in Rouge the bat’s lair! I found the treasure trove of the most legendary thief on Mobius!!!”
Like most bisexual mares her age Dash had lusted after the glamorous bat’s looks and outfit since puberty, and the history books of the planet were full of her daring exploits. Rainbow Dash knew that as a heroine she should be totally against somepony…er, uh, somebody like a jewel thief, but Rouge had been such a, well, total badass in her own time that it was impossible for the Pegasus not to admire the fuck out of her! The treasure hunter hadn’t given a damn about good or evil and had still helped saved the world a few times, if those legends were true. Dash could admire someone that true to herself.
She raced back to stare at the suit folded on the bed–the actual bed of Rouge the bat!–and noticed an enveloped taped to the mirror, sealed with a wax copy of Rouge bat-winged heart logo, and reached for it with trembling hands. The paper inside had long since turned yellow, but the writing was as visible and elegant as the day it must’ve been written.
“New Rouge?” Dash blinked. “What does that mean? Just ’cause I found all her stuff doesn’t mean I’m gonna…I mean…I guess I could…? Nah, Twilight and the others would never let me, those giant party-poopers, and I’d get kicked outta the ’Bolts, but…”
But it was tempting, wasn’t it? To picture herself in that suit, gliding through the night, surrounded down here by the glow of a lifetime’s worth of treasure. To be glamorous and vein and selfish and free.
“…I mean…I guess I can at least try on the outfit, right?” Dash murmured to herself. She blushed, grinning wickedly. “I know AJ would wanna see me in it!”
She snicked to herself and pulled open her robe, tossing it away and reached, now totally naked again, for her new outfit…which was missing something. “What the hell?”
It took her a second to realise what was wrong with this picture. The catsuit and gloves were still there, she’d even been reaching for the gloves first, but the breastplate was missing. Dash wasn’t sure her own basic 32-B chest would’ve fit in Rouge’s legendary bust size but presumably it could’ve been fastened on and anyway, it’d be way too awesome to have the complete set!
“Where’d you go?” she muttered to herself, turning around to take in the room. She bent down to check under the bed. “Didja fall off…?”
She stood up, scratching her head, figuring she could probably get a spare out of the racks in the dressing room behind her when something dropped from the ceiling and landed on her head. It didn’t hurt at all, but the shock still made Dash cry out, clutching for…whatever it was! It felt pleasing to her touch, even through her panic as she pulled it out of her hair and stared at it.
It was the breastplate—a few black straps like from a bra now dangling from its sides.
Dash blinked at it then squinted, confused, and looked up. Above her the chandelier over Rouge’s bed (her bed now, she supposed) was swaying slightly. “Now how did you get up there…?” she asked, then rolled her eyes at herself. What, did she expect a sexy piece of plastic to answer her?
In a way, Rouge’s breastplate did. Now that its new, worthy host had it held at chest height it sent it’s black, living rubber straps curling up her arms and around her back, switching things so that now the plate had the grip on Dash…and could pull itself against her humble tits, nice and tight, to begin a process both would enjoy very much.
“THE FUCK?!” Rainbow Dash squawked. “H-hey! Get off!”
Before she could curse the plate out even more her body was covered in more and more straps of black latex, trapping her arms behind her back (for now, anyway) and traveling down her legs. Dash let out a shocked, almost orgasmic gasp as some even slithered into her pussy, tenderly parting her lips to slip inside her. “A-agh! Ah…uh…huh…UHH!”
Despite her fear, despite her sudden dizziness, despite the bizarre sensation there was now, somehow, another mind inside her head…holy fuck did this feel good. Still struggling, Rainbow Dash staggered around Rouge’s room, grunting and moaning as her new living clothes grew on her. Her clumsy steps made her collide with the bed and she collapsed on top of it, now moaning with nothing but deranged, sexual need. Rouge’s lair echoed with the sounds of it for several minutes.
Then there was silence.
A few more minutes after that the lair echoed with a throaty, sensual and, above all, self satisfied chuckle.
***
The day after the day after that, Pinkie Pie was hard at work in her kitchen…if by ‘hard at work’ you meant ‘sitting around reading things on her phone while tomorrow’s orders cooled in the kitchen.’ In her defence it was a slow day. Everypony was busy, even Rainbow Dash, who’d left a note pinned to her mailbox (in fancy pink font, for some reason) telling her friends she’d be away for a few more days of Wonderbolt training, and there were, inexplicably, no birthday parties.
Pinkie was currently finding her boredom alleviated by a news story of a dramatic night-time robbery. Somepony (or some other creature) had robbed the Canterlot museum while Equestira had been asleep. The security had either been completely evaded or, and this was really odd, found with lipstick marks on their faces doing bizarre things. Standing on their heads, dancing to music apparently only they could hear…one stallion had been found merrily jerking himself off in the central security room, and turned out to be the head of security himself! Other guards and even some normal ponies had been found, also marked with lipstick, having a kinky time together in Canterlot’s red light district.
Pinkie wasn’t so much interested in that stuff, beyond finding some of the ponies in the photos attractive, as much as the prospect of being asked to recover the stolen goods by Princess Celestia herself. Some high-end gems, from the sound of it! Rarity would probably enjoy it, too, and Rainbow Dash was always up for an adventure…
She looked up as the shop bell tingled. “Speak of the devil!” she giggled to herself.
“Oh really?” Rainbow Dash purred, strutting up to the counter.
Pinkie blinked. She’d recognized her friend’s face coming in through the door just from her trademark hair and cyan coat, but close up she now had to take a second to confirm this was Dashie. If the mare hadn’t spoken Pinkie honestly wouldn’t have been sure.
Rainbow Dash was wearing makeup, eyeshadow and lipstick specifically, which wasn’t too weird, Pinkie supposed. Even tomboys liked to look good and Dashie did enjoy getting a little fancied up for special occasions, but she didn’t generally wear fancy-schmancy stuff like that. Pinkie couldn’t tell what she was wearing under her new fur coat, beyond that it seemed to be very shiny and glossy, but that was another thing: since when did Rainbow Dash, of all ponies, walk around in a fancy fur coat?! Or carry a designer purse?!
Pinkie had to admit Dashie looked like a million…no, a billion bits, but if Rarity had walked in looking like that all she’d have assumed was that the fashionista had a hot date coming up, or gotten a really, really great rebate on her taxes. Part of Pinkie was wondering if Rainbow Dash had hit herself in the head too hard from training.
“Dashie?” she tried, just in case this was, like, a renegade changeling or Rainbow’s long lost twin sister or something.
“The one and only, Pinkie,” Dash chuckled. Something was up with her voice, too, it sounded more…sophisticated? Confident? Definitely sexy. “Just thought I’d swing by and see how you’re getting on, running good ol’ Sugar Cube Corner all by yourself.”
“Heh, thanks,” Pinkie grinned. That was more like the Rainbow Dash she knew, looking out for her friends. “It’s goin’ good! I mean, I still miss Mr and Mrs. Cake a whole lot, but it was so nice of them to leave this place to me while they run their new company up in Canterlot, and I can always go visit them.”
“Oh, I see a lot of visits to Canterlot in our future,” Dash grinned. “Listen, darling, could we talk in the back? I wanna talk about our future…and I think you’ll love what I have to say.”
“Sure,” Pinkie agreed, pulling her keys out of her blue overalls to unlock the backroom door. “You wanna go into business together or something? I always thought cakes with your face and colours would sell like…well…hot cakes.”
“Oooh, now there’s an idea!” Dash beamed, her high heels clicking as she followed Pinkie into the backrooms. Pinkie frowned to herself: since when did Rainbow Dash wear high heels?
Dash dumped her new purse and a package, which Pinkie hadn’t realised she’d been carrying under that huge coat, onto the sofa Pinkie used for her breaks, then began slowly, almost sensually to pull her coat off. Pinkie’s throat went a little dry as she watched those gorgeous wings unfurl, enjoying being free…and then her mouth fell open at the sight of what Dash was wearing underneath.
As if sensing her gaze Dash turned around slowly, smirking her new lipstick covered smirk, and struck a pose, one gloved hand behind her hair, another on her hip, one wing rising as if to reach out enticingly to Pinkie. “What do you think?” she purred.
Pinkie wasn’t thinking too clearly at all right now, and what thoughts she could’ve articulated about her friend’s new look were not fit for polite company. Dash chuckled again, meaning the blush on Pinkie’s face was blatant, which ironically made the Earth Pony blush even more. She’d never thought about any of her friends in…uh…this context, but Dash was so beautiful, her hair shimmering almost as much as the tight black and white latex all over her body, that Pinkie couldn’t help it.
“Um…w-wow,” she stammered. “D-Dashie, you…I mean…that is…you’re…you l-look like…I…uh…”
Dash smirked, surprising Pinkie by reaching over with one of her wings, making feathers on the end into a hand, one finger of which gently stroked the underside of Pinkie’s chin.
“Well, given I’ve done the impossible and rendered the great Pinkie Pie speechless,” Dash teased, “I think I can guess what you think. Don’t worry babe, I have a few ideas in mind for your very own makeover.”
“Makeover, huh?” Pinkie tried to look her friend over in a way that wouldn’t make it look like she was checking out how well that catsuit and breastplate clung to Dash’s athletic body, but it was kind of impossible. “Did you go to the spa or something?”
“No, although I should, don’t you think?” Dash ran a white glove through her hair. “After all, I can only get more awesome, right?”
Something caught Pinkie’s eye suddenly. There’d been a sparkle that hadn’t come from the room’s lights flashing off Dash’s latex. It had come from, of all places, her break couch, more accurately Dash’s purse. She bounced past Dash and opened her purse, gasping at the radiance within.
“Gems and jewels! These’re they, aren’t you?! I mean these are be, aren’t them?! I mean…I mean…no, wait, got it, these’re the missing artefacts from Canterlot! The one’s that got stolen last night! You stole them! Why?! How?!”
Dash made a show of admiring her fingernails, even though she was wearing elbow length opera gloves. “By being the most talented thief on this boring planet, obviously. As for why, well, I may be the most talented thief on this boring planet now, but it was only smart to take myself on a test drive before enacting my master plan!”
She became a blur, startling Pinkie as she snatched something from the bag. It was a vivid reminder that her friend might be sexier, classier and maybe kind of crazier, but Pinkie was still talking to one of the fastest ponies in all of Equestria. Dash held up her prize beside her face, one of her stolen gems. “Besides, look at this one! Doesn’t it so totally go with my eyes?” she cooed, batting them at Pinkie.
“Yeah, kinda,” the party pony agreed, then shook her head rapidly, making a silly noise as she cleared. “Bl-yuh-yuh-uh, I mean, no! I mean, Dashie, what’ve you done?! I’m gonna have to turn you into the cops!”
“No, you don’t,” Dash smirked.
“Oh yeah? Gimme me one good reason!”
“How about this one?” Dash purred, using her wings to grab Pinkie, pulling the surprised mare towards her and pressing their lips together.
It wasn’t just how amazing Dashie’s mouth felt, just her lips and without any use of her tongue, even! Something about this warm, loving kiss felt like a wonderful red hand reaching deep, deep into Pinkie’s brain and pulling a plug, letting all her mounting anxiety and surprise and her…everything just draaaaaaaain away, swirling down into the darkness to be lost forever. In its place came a rush of hormones and a wave of total, absolute devotion to the one kissing her. Urges beyond just sexuality, the urge to hear Rainbow Dash’s smooth, calming voice every second of everyday for the rest of her life.
Pinkie gave into the kiss, using the last dregs of her fading strength to wrap her arms around Dash, savouring the feeling of the Pegasus’ warm coat and muscles, and her latex! Oh fuck, her amazing latex, like all the millions of times Pinkie had run a hand over a balloon but so much better…
Pinkie gasped as Dash released her from the kiss, but still held her close, pressing their chests together. Pinkie was vaguely aware that her friend’s breasts had grown a couple of cup sizes and become even firmer, but almost all of her concentration was taken up by staring straight into the Pegasus’ beautiful wine coloured eyes. Pinkie hung limply in Dash’s powerful but elegant arms as her friend…no, not a friend, now so much more…lowered her down onto the couch.
“There,” Dash whispered tenderly, stroking the side of Pinkie’s face, “doesn’t that feel better?”
“Y-yes…” Pinkie whispered. She licked her lips and then bit her lower one slightly, squeezing her eyes shut and breathing deeply through her nose, savouring the amazing taste of Dash’s lipstick. “Oh fuck…oh Dashie, I…I think I love you!”
“I know you do, baby,” Dash smirked, straddling her, not aggressively but firmly, showing her new dominance. “That’s what else I was testing out at the museum last night. My hot new lipstick.”
Still on top of Pinkie, pinning the unresisting Earth Pony down with just her body weight, she reached into the pink cuff of one of her gloves and removed a simple red tube. Teasingly, Dash slid the design out and reapplied a fresh coating of lipstick, even though she didn’t need any, then leaned down and gave Pinkie another kiss. “MMMMMMMMmmm-mwah! Now, no more of that nonsense about calling the cops, okay?”
“Y-yes, Dashie,” Pinkie grasped, grabbing Dash’s arms lovingly. “I won’t let anypony keep us apart, not ever! I’d die for you!”
“That’s the last thing I want, but I love to hear you say it, hon,” Dash smiled, stroking her face again. “Though we need to set a few ground rules first. Well, only one, the big one. From now on, it’s “Mistress”, “Mistress Rainbow” or “Mistress Dash”. Because that’s what I am to you. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Pinkie grinned, accepting everything the mare on top of her said without hesitation.
“Awesome,” Dash chuckled, climbing off her. “Now, go through to the front, turn your store sign to closed and shutter the windows. I don’t want anypony disturbing us for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Pinkie declared, leaping to her hooves and saluting.
“Oh, and brew me a cup of coffee while you’re out there.”
“Right away, Mistress!”
After that was done Dash took a sip and sighed contentedly, while Pinkie stood to attention before her, a broad grin on her face. Dash grinned back: Pinkie knew just how her Mistress liked her coffee! She’d made the right choice.
“Excellent work, Pinkie. Now.” She picked up and held out the parcel she’d brought with her. “Open your lovely new present and put it on in front of me, there’s a good girl.”
“Of course, Mistress. Thank you!” Pinkie grinned even more. Her Mistress was so generous, buying her presents without Pinkie even having done anything yet.
Dash enjoyed the sight of Pinkie stripping out of her rather childish normal clothes. Oh, they suited the mare, Dash would never deny that, and her Pinkie would look simply adorable in anything, but now that she belonged to Dash she had to bring her standards up, as well as making her new role clear. For all her new sultry self-control, Dash still had to fight to keep her wings from snapping out into a wing boner when she saw Pinkie completely naked. She’d finally managed to get control of herself by the time Pinkie was finished sliding into her red latex French maid outfit.
Dash smirked, standing up to put the little cap on Pinkie’s head herself. “You understand what your role in my plan is, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m your maid, your willing slave.”
“Well, as willing a slave as this makes you, at any rate.” Dash held her lipstick up again. Pinkie stayed still but her eyes were locked on it, hungrily. “See, while it makes the thief game a bit too easy…it’s also way too much fun not to use! I couldn’t resist when I was…let’s go with ‘reminded’ what it was. The old Rouge never used it except in emergencies, but she’s long gone and her successor, the new Rouge, is going to use this to its full potential. I’m talking way more than just making museum guards and red light district tarts dance like puppets for me. Yes or no, maid, if I bring you a supply of this stuff could you reverse engineer it into one of your tasty treats?”
“Easy peasy, Mistress! I mean, I’d move mountains for you but that really will be easy. I’ll just need a few shavings and then I can get started.”
“That’s my girl!” Dash rewarded Pinkie with another kiss. “How long do you think you’ll be?”
“About two hours, Mistress. I can work faster if—”
“Don’t kill yourself, honey, just do your best. When you can leave them to simmer, come back through and start polishing my boots with your tongue. I’ll be admiring my fabulous new antique collection in the meantime.”
“At once, Mistress!” Pinkie grinned.
“Oh, and Pinkie?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“While you’re out there, whip me up another cup of that delicious coffee and some scones with low fat cream, would you?”
***
Five months later Equestria was a very different place. For starters, Rainbow ‘Rouge’ Dash ruled it. Not that anypony knew it, and those that did weren’t about to tell, on their Mistress’ orders.
Pinkie had come through, just as Dash knew she would. By careful shaving off a few flakes from Rouge’s enchanted lipstick the new maid had been able to create…Dash supposed it should be called a love potion, but its main application was in baking, like she’d planned. Pinkie had created some delicious smelling, very red treats out of it and sent them to all their friends. Who’d instantly become the new Rouge’s adoring love slaves, just like Pinkie. All the Elements, their allies and of course Celestia and Luna. The sisters were happy to rule in public and worship their new Mistress’ boots in private.
Now Equestria was essentially Mobius’ biggest smuggling network, Celestia and Luna distributing Pinkie’s lipstick derived pastries to anypony in their government Dash thought would be useful. This allowed her to maintain the actual challenge of finding treasure without all the pesky matters of getting it past customs or fencing it. And man, having all four Alicorns in Equestria under her command had come in so useful in moving Rouge’s old treasure out of her lair! Just a couple of teleports and it was all nice and safe in the fancy new mansion Celestia had signed over to her Mistress. Dash would still visit the cave, of course, to pay her respects to the original Rouge and when she wanted to get away from all her adoring slaves.
Like today, for instance. After a harrowing adventure she was looking forward to sliding into that nice, warm pool…and who would be doing it with her. Dash leaned back in the plush seat of her private jet and sighed contentedly. She looked down at the sensual form she was propping her boots on. “You make an excellent footstool, Chrysalis.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” the fugitive changeling said, grinning almost imbecilically through all the lipstick marks covering her face.
Dash chuckled and adjusted her legs slightly to get even more comfy on Chrysalis’ surprisingly soft back. She’d been hunting the former queen down, anyway, looking to ensure Thorax could continue to rule his people and keep things nice and peaceful. Dash didn’t need Chrysalis running around trying to start a war to retake her old kingdom, which would have put that part of the world on high alert. She wanted a challenge, yes, but every kingdom from the Changeling Hive to the Crystal Empire being paranoid would’ve made her job far, far too difficult and not any fun at all. Wars could be so grim!
And now? Not only was she going to claim a nice, fat bounty for capturing Chrysalis, her sweet sister slaves would arrange things so that the former queen, now as much as a lovestruck puppet as they were, would appear to be locked away when, really, she would be playing her part in Dash’s secret empire: fashion modelling!
Dash had been delighted to turn Fluttershy into a confident mare, ready to resume a fashion career as an exclusive model for Rarity’s new business, her creations studded with Dash’s trophies…and what better co-star to give Fluttershy than a model who could look like anything?
Pleasure before business, though. That was Rouge Dash’s motto, for today anyway. When the plane landed, an enslaved Shining Armor was there to make sure cameras everywhere saw him putting Chrysalis into a high security wagon. The world would breathe a sigh of relief (although wonder why the renegade emotional vampire was stark naked and grinning like a love obsessed idiot) and let its guard down. Which meant Rouge Dash could let hers down.
“The cave, Luna,” she said, still sitting in the cabin of her private jet, the Princess of the Night next to her in a tight latex secretary outfit.
“At once, Mistress.”
In a flash of blue, Dash was now sitting in one of the plush armchairs of her…no, she corrected herself, Rouge’s old lair. She kept having to remind herself. Rouge’s soul may be in control of her mind and body, but it was mixed with hers. She was part-Rouge, yes, but she was also her own person. A smarter, stronger, sexier version of the person she’d been, with her own wants and needs. And right now, she needed the mare she loved most in the world.
Dash smiled, standing up and walking to the pool room. She slowed when she saw a buxom pink figure in red latex and let out a surprised laugh. “Pinkie! How did you…?”
“Huh? I don’t know anything, Mistress,” her favourite maid said respectfully. “I just knew you’d be coming back from bounty hunting today. You always like to come here to relax after a hard case, and my duty is to be here to anticipate all your needs, so…” She shrugged, making the shoulders of her maid uniform squeak to Dash’s delight. “It just seemed obvious.”
“As obvious as the fact I love you?” Dash asked, stepping closer and stroking the side of her first true slave’s face.
Pinkie blushed, grinning. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Then put down those towels, strip out of your uniform, help me out of my outfit and climb into the pool with me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh, and Pinkie…”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“After we’ve dried off from our fun, I want you to try on my breastplate,” Dash grinned.
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