Author's Note

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS: BODY CONTROL, PUPPETEERING, DOLL TF, AND BIMBO PROPORTIONS

Day 2: Fluttershy

Fluttershy paced about in a panic. She was having a difficult time thinking of a good present for Tree Hugger, and it was becoming more and more difficult to think of one as the days ticked on. Of course, when asked, Tree Hugger simply said “Whatever vibes well.” For once, Fluttershy was at a bit of a loss, so consulted on possibly handcrafting something. As she was looking through the library for books that could help her pick out the perfect tool, a particular one caught her eye. It was big, had a leather cover, and glistened a bit from the gold decorating the whole. Curiously, she took it and inspected the cover:

“Tome of… Tantabus…” She mumbled to herself. “Mysteries…? Doesn’t seem like I could make use of it… But…”

As much as she wanted to dismiss it, something in her head told her to look inside, to see if maybe, there was something that could help her. It didn’t take much convincing of herself to sit down and crack open the book. Inside, there was surely something that could help her, or at least point her in the right direction…

The first page she turned to was an immediate jackpot, as she was met with a picture of a large dollhouse with a person drawn to scale. The story told of a factory run by an eccentric woman who loved dolls, puppets and toys more than anything, and would recount how she made a toy factory to resemble her ideal dollhouse. It thrived for some time, but with her passing suddenly, the factory couldn’t make dolls with the same spark and energy, and so gradually went out of business. It stood tall in Canterlot’s industrial district as a monument to the woman who helped spark business up to that point.

With this came a rumor, though, that the factory still had life within it, and one could find their perfect toy hidden at the top floor of the factory. All they would need to do was enter at night when the moon rises with only a candle. If they followed the faded path up to the top floor by the time their candle burned out, they would receive their perfect toy. Fail, and they would… Need to restart the ritual back at the front of the factory. There was no real sign of harm that came from it, only that the door wouldn’t open. Only one line seemed off.

Don’t be possessed to light your path until you return to the start, lest you be tangled in strings of fate.

It didn’t say why, just… Said this. It didn’t make sense, but at that point, Fluttershy was more anxious about the sound of the story than what the ending was about. Even if it wasn’t a particularly scary story, the thought of going out at night into an abandoned factory just seemed to shake her. Then, Fluttershy recalled her own past courage, and took a breath. She pumped her fists in the air and promised to herself that she’d be brave, for Tree Hugger!

~~~

The factory was just as intimidating as she expected, with the pastel building slowly towering over her. Even with the sunset keeping the bright colors lit, there was something about walking into it when it was dark that made her feel uneased. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to be busy. Rainbow had to go to some hill, Twilight was visiting a house to research, Rarity was searching for inspiration… She sighed before slapping her own cheeks lightly.

“No turning back,” she declared as the sun slowly vanished, giving way for the moon to appear. “You can do this. You’re a brave girl. You’re brave. You’re brave.”

She murmured this to herself over and over, checking her phone for the time before putting it away in her car. Nothing but her keys and the candle were coming with her. Closing her eyes, taking one more breath, and then opening them once more, she lit her candle and stepped forward. The perfect gift… The perfect gift…

The front door gave no resistance to her as she pushed it open, her eyes scanning her surroundings. Nothing but toys, scattered across the hallway. It was such a strange place, looking around from room to room. It did resemble a big dollhouse, with workstations to make toys. They must have all been hand-crafted toys, with a conveyer belt to receive parts. Even if she was shaking like a leaf, she was fascinated by it all.

So, the toys were finished on the bottom floor… I see… She thought as she followed the faded line on the floor. The ritual said never to stray from it, and to not rush. The second one made sense. If she ran too fast in this darkness, she could get hurt, and the candle could go out. She hummed as she walked, her anxiety fading with every step she took.

You know, I was expecting it to be a lot scarier. She thought as she made it to the second floor, a small smile spreading on her face. Maybe, I’ll be able to make it-

crreeeeeaaak…

“Ahhh!!!”

The sounds of creaking behind her and the rush of cold wind sent Fluttershy in the air, her grip loosening on the candle and causing it to go out the moment it hit the ground. When Fluttershy looked back, moonlight illuminated the open window, which had been blown open by a stiff breeze and left it creaking behind her. Fluttershy put her hand to her heart, smiling in relief. Still, she failed the ritual, and the place around her was very, very dark, so dark that she could barely see the stairs.

“Oh, dear… Just gotta… Find…” Fluttershy mumbled to herself, slowly moving her hand down to try and find her candle. “Where is it…? I-I swear it dropped here…!”

Panic started to fill her as she fumbled around, but every time she felt like she had it, it was just some doll part or broken toy. It was during this panic that her memory lapsed, and pulled out the lighter she used to see where the candle fell. With a single spark, the light filled the room, filling Fluttershy with comfort, both with being able to see, and finally spotting the candle.

“There you are…”

She gingerly reached out to grab the candle with her free hand, a smile on her face. She was ready to try again, to get this ritual over, and give Tree Hugger her present. Then, she noticed a glint in the air, just above her wrist. Is that a spider we-

“W-Woah!!”

Suddenly, Fluttershy’s hands were forced up in the air by her wrists, her grip’s control completely vanished. “W-What’s going oooon??” She yelped in fright as she tried tugging at her arms, only for them to swirl around before being held out in front of her. Fear now took hold of her as she tried moving her head, only to find that all she could do was move her eyes and mouth. After what felt like an eternity of struggling to pilot herself, her legs finally responded, and began moving…

Away from the stairs and deeper into the factory.

“N-No, wrong way!” Fluttershy whined as she struggled against her own body. “I need to leeeeeave!”

As her body marched forward with arms outstretched, she was soon inside a room that resembled a massive dressing room. Shelves and drawers lined the walls while coated in dust, and mirrors showing Fluttershy’s current uncontrollable state occupied one wall. However, it was during this that she finally saw those lines on her limbs. It was like… Strings. And the strings, seemed to be connected by something, something small and-

“YIPE!!”

She didn’t get a chance to see just what it was that was controlling her, as she was suddenly turned around and made to stand up straight. At first, silence suffocated the room, giving Fluttershy just enough of a chance to feel relieved before being startled by the wardrobes slamming open all at once. The sound of a low hum filled the air as light suddenly came down on where she stood, and without hesitation, her body began arching in a sultry manner as her hands slowly unbuttoned themselves.

N-No way… Fluttershy’s eyes widened as she watched herself slowly undo her skirt before allowing it to fall to the ground, waving her butt back and forth before giving it a slap. She squeaked, her face red with utter embarrassment as she gripped her cheeks and squeezed them, sliding underneath her panties before sliding them off. She couldn’t think of anything she could do, barring letting out a cry for help. She opened her mouth, and…

SQUELCH!

Suddenly, Fluttershy found her ass stretching wide as something big and slimy slid right in. Her mouth hung open, unable to utter anything as it slid in and squirmed within her. Then, her mouth began moving.

“My butt looks so cute! It needs something sexy to show this off!”

Her eyes widened. Suddenly, her mouth was betraying her, giving a big smile as she began slowly kicking off her shoes and socks and slowly hoisting up her shirt. “So stuffy and modest… And with these things?”

Fluttershy squeaked internally as her ample breasts bounced free of their cloth prisons. She never liked showing them off, it always made her feel so embarrassed. Now, she was grabbing hold of them with a perverted grin, giving them bounces and shakes as if she were just second wind to her. “Ohhh yeah, these puppies need more than a sweater~ Let’s get this doll a cute outfit~!”

The dresses that floated in the darkness soon came into the spotlight before being flicked away. Each of these dresses, despite being locked away for who knows how long, looked freshly sown. If it weren’t for how perverted they were, Fluttershy would’ve suspected Rarity had made them. Rarity, though, would never make dresses with skirts so tiny, with plenty of cleavage, or with such shiny material that looked like she couldn’t even fit in them. Each outfit had Fluttershy so humiliated in seeing them, and yet her smile remained.

Soon, the ghost puppeting the girl had made its decision: a pink-and-yellow frilly, sexualized version of a Victorian dress, with skirt barely able to hide the pink thong and with ample cleavage exposed. Fluttershy stood, totally mortified on the inside while her body posed sluttily, blowing kisses as she leaned in and shook her tits from side to side. “Mmmm, such a hot looking toy I am now~”

“S-Stop! You’re not- I-I mean, I’m not a toy!

“Ehhh?” “Fluttershy” stood as she rolled her eyes. “Well, of course you aren’t one yet! All of this was just to get you ready for the fun part, silly~!”

“... Y-Yet…?”

Suddenly, Fluttershy yelped in her mind as she felt something push into her back. Her body smirked and looked behind her, and both could see a huge wind-up key, one befitting a toy, sticking out of her back.

“W-What is-”

“What’s this? Oh, just something you’ll find will make your time as the perfect toy even better~ With this, everything will be perfect, and Mama will take care of what you do from now on…”

“W-W-Wait, no! Don’t! I promise I’ll l-EEEEEEEE~!”

Fluttershy’s protests did little to convince the ghost in her, as two more pairs of ghostly hands grabbed hold of the key and gave one solid turn. Suddenly Fluttershy’s limbs snapped up straight as if the flesh had suddenly tightened up, and the poor young lady’s mind was left with an indescribable sensation. It was something she never felt, a squeezing on her synapses that didn’t feel what she could describe as bad… Even though, this definitely was! This was very bad! She needed to break free before it-

A turn, and Fluttershy’s eyes widened as it happened again. This time, it made her tingle all over, her body assuming an even more stationary position as her hands folded upward. Her smile felt a bit more put in place and even harder to move. It wasn’t easy to think, but it did feel nice… Even so, she needed to get out-!

A turn again, and this time something new happened. Her breasts suddenly inflated, exposing tons of perfect yellow titflesh. She swore though, that from her peripheral vision, her breasts looked more shiny than before-

Another turn, and this time, her joints began to feel… Different. It wasn’t clear how she could describe it. It was hard to focus on wording when her head felt so light, so… Empty-

Turn. Turn. Turn. Turn.

~~~

Dawn soon rose on the factory, sunlight breaking through and exposing the colors of the toy factory. From it, the doors would open as a tall, shiny figure slowly walked out. She moved stiffly, as if she were moving around on sticks, hands and legs swinging about in perfect motion. Her enormous breasts swung from side to side, seemingly soft but also shiny. On top of that, her ass had a perfect bounce to it, swishing from side to side in perfect lockstep with the rest of her body. It almost acted like a pendulum moving from side to side, threatening to entrance anyone who dared to gaze her way. Those breasts and buttocks were barely covered by a very skimpy dress more akin to a slutty porcelain doll than a person, and it was an apt comparison, considering what flesh was exposed seemed to have a glossy finish to it. But Fluttershy didn’t show any shame. All she did was smile as she marched to her car, wind-up key in hand.

“I. Just. Know. That. Tree. Hug. Er. Will. Love. This. Gift…” She said stiffly, her head swinging to the side slightly before it quickly stiffened up. No one quite knows what happened, but if one looked closely, they might have been able to see the glint of strings tied around Fluttershy’s limbs…