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FOUR OF A KIND

Chapter 1:

by Izhane Twilight

ACKNOWLEGDMENTS: Zane Skyfire is used with the permission of his player.

Crystal is used with the permission of her player. MLP design by Hasbro.

DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for readers 18 years or older. It is a work of fiction. Any likeness of any character to any real or fictional person, living or dead, is purely unintentional and coincidental. The Author does not endorse non-consenting sexual activities, kidnapping, or any other offensive or unlawful aspects of this story as listed within the contents warning below. Anyone offended by these things should not read this work. If they do, they do so at their own risk. This work is copyright © Izhane Twilight 2012. Do not repost or reproduce without author's permission.

CONTENTS WARNING: Sissification; NC Rubberization, NC Plush doll transformation; Intercourse; Female on female intercourse; Orgasm control; Mild humiliation; ADB (adult baby/mild diaper play).

WHICH JOKER'S WILD?

The Entertainment Manager of the Jackpot-o-gold was enjoying some background music in a relatively dark office as he looked over a few numbers and waited for an evening meeting with Zhana Twilight, and old friend, and a new employee. Zhana was a professional prestidigitator, but she was also knowledgeable about lighting and audio-visual entertainment. The spectacles she brought to the weekend shows were bringing in a pretty penny to the small time, rural casino. It was after 8:00 pm; Zhana was late. She had irritated Zane a fair amount for years, consistently poking and prodding for more than friendship, but never enough to really cause any problems. She had trouble with deadlines, but usually came through with flying colors when she did finish a project.

The soft brown and black German shepherd removed a soda from the small fridge under his desk and lounged back with a casual sigh as he took a sip and idled the fingers of one hand against his right mouse button. Zane's fur was a soft bronze with a gentle luster below the fluff from the way he kept his fur. It was slightly frizzed, but soft. His ears almost always perked and his deep drown eyes wide with an innocence that didn't match his work. The fur was largely contrasted by the dim, dark, blue sports jacket and matching pants, and off white shirt. A couple of the buttons near the collar had been loosened from their slits, and any trace of his bow tie was three hours removed by now. As he lifted the glass to the short, pitch black snout, the knock finally graced his door.

With a soft smile and small laugh, he casually called out for her to come in. It was almost creepy as the dark hall appeared through the doorway behind the pitch black squirrel with nothing but her violet eyes showing clearly. As she stepped into the dimly lit office, the lithe, slightly muscular creature beared her white smile in a sarcastically inappropriate expression. The soft, but lustrous black rodent stood on black 4 inch heeled boots which complimented her already shapely legs, as much as weren't covered with the violet, lightly glittered dress. She sat down with a flirty look that brought a hint of red to the shepherd's light brown cheeks. He tried to keep a composed demeanor.

"Zhana, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were looking for more than a professional meeting at this time of night," began the canine, as he took out a glass. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"You're the only executive I know who offers scotch and soda, holding the scotch."

"I'm just odd that way, but that's why you like me, isn't it?"

He meant that in a platonic fashion, but it also conveniently gave Zhana a moment of discomfort. She quickly altered her approach back to some level of professionalism. She knew well enough that he was committed to another, and that she was hardly his type anyway. She was generally too aggressive for him. She turned off the playful charm, but the lust hardly left her eyes.

"Nothing to drink, thank you. I had an idea for a new sort of act that I wanted to run by you. It kind of includes actual gambling too, so it could be a double whammy."

"I'm listening."

"Well it's easier to demonstrate, but it's a little ... well it takes preparation."

He paused for a moment, and lifted a brow. "Preparation?"

"Well not so much preparation, but it involves some visual affects which may annoy some people. It...umm... is it warm in here?"

"I feel fine."

"Do you mind if I turn on the fan?"

"Well... it's cold enough but..." Zhana was already headed for the switch. Zane, just gave her a funny look, and closed his jacket. He was totally caught off guard when the fan flew on, and glitter covered everything in the room. Zhana had managed to have it placed on top the fan blades somehow. "What the hell!?"

The multicolored glitter flew chaotically across the room, covering both of them along with all the furniture and decorations in the dim little office. Oddly nothing got in his eyes, or hers, but it was still annoying, and he knew glitter would never come out. Once he got over the shock, he was made well aware of an odd shift in the lighting. She had also had the fan switch rigged to the lighting to cause everything to be double-exposed in the room. As he adjusted his vision to get used to the weird effect, Zhana approached the desk and placed a deck of glittery cards on the surface with a light 'thap.'

"What's the matter with you?" he continued. "This is gunna take a year to get out. Couldn't you just have..."

Zhana confidently interjected, "Without the visual effects the illusion won't work. Trust me, you'll like this." There was a strange tinge in her voice, but Zane's office was already polluted with glitter, so he just elected to go with it and at least see what she had. "You always pull this kind of thing, Zhana... but ok, you got me trapped, so let's see what this is all about."

Zhana sat down as the glitter finally settled in the room lit like the inside of a 3D movie. They'd both finally gotten used to the odd lighting as the enigmatic squirrel handed the deck to her employer. "Would you like to deal, hun?" Zane reluctantly took the deck, and began to deal, becoming extremely curious what was up the magician's sleeve. He dealt down a conventional blackjack layout with the experience of a dealer. It caught Zhana off guard a bit, but she kept herself on top of things.

Zane was counting the cards even as he was dealing, throwing the cards down as quickly as she barked out hits and stays. Seven hands went by as normal before Zhana's luck took a dramatic shift. 19, 17, 20, 26, 20, 21, 24, 16, 21, 18, 21, 21. On the third drop of 21, Zane's feet started itching rather suddenly. He had to remove his shoes; it seemed some of the glitter had reacted with his sweat. He dealt again. 22. He dealt again 21. He started becoming a bit defensive. He knew she was cheating, but she wasn't counting cards, and she was doing too well for them to be marked on the back. 17, 30, 21, 20, 20. As he became more suspicious, he noticed his feet felt numb. When he looked down again, he figured it for a trick of the light, but it also felt really funny. Either way his feet were replaced by a sort of undefined upside down bucket shape.

"The light creates an illusion, but it's reactionary. When the ... customer releases adrenaline or endorphins, it alters their perception, but it also causes a sort of numb high. If you keep playing it'll get better. Either you'll make a profit, or enjoy your night..." Zhana grinned, as he looked at her with a confused look. Zhana continued. "If you start winning, the effect will wear off and you get control back." He was suspicious, but he was also not fond of losing a sense of control. He was a bit irritated, but had to figure out how she was cheating. They kept playing. 14, 27, 17, 22, 21, 19, 21. Zane was getting warm and losing patience. He looked down again; the black slick appearance had risen halfway up his legs, enveloping his clothing.

"Zhana, this isn't funny."

"You need to relax... you admit, you are feeling rather nice." He was. Annoyance was being replaced by endorphins, but fear and frustration were accompanying them. "Yes, I get the idea, it's enough, though."

"Relax, hun, it's just an illusion and a trick of the mind. The only way to come down is to finish the game. If you get too high, I'll be here. You know I won't let anything happen. It's a win/ win. Just go with it."

He started to growl as a piece of glitter fell onto a card like a snowflake, and he watched it fall among the purple spots on the cards. He knew Zhana better than she had anticipated. That soft purple glitter was nowhere else in the office, only the cards. In his altered state, it was easy to discover the pattern, along with his experience hustling from his teenage years. "Ok then, let's play."

After a very sudden change of fortune, Zhana figured out he had figured it out, but they dealt the hands out so fast, she had difficulty keeping up. 19, 15, 23. 20, 29, 30, 27, 15, 31, 26. He seemed to be shuffling the cards in such a way that it was impossible for her to win several hands. He was stacking the deck while she was reading subtle marks, and he was starting to win. Unfortunately, the effects of the visual hypnosis and slight numbing effects of the glitter were no less real to Zhana than to him. As she started to lose hands quickly, she started to notice the same effects as he did. Dark, dark blue, dark as night, began to consume her legs in the form of undefined hooves, and she was indeed more vulnerable to the pleasurable sensations which were further distracting her from the game. The question now was who was the better cheater, and the shepherd, better able to keep composure, and more knowledgeable than she suspected, had a much better chance.

What Zane did not know is that Zhana was not entirely opposed to the effects of this strange "trip," in fact she seemed to be enjoying it, even as both of their vision was becoming notably compromised and focused on the cards, as they began to stick to Zane's sweaty fingers. Over the next several minutes the strange illusion intensified as the game slowly leaned back in the favor of the house. Even as he began winning, however, Zane was still slowly overcome by the warm embrace of the slick black substance. It began to coat his hands, and lower arms, making dealing a bit harder, but Zhana was too distracted by the midnight blue enveloping her. The latexy substance eventually reached the top of both of their legs, and between as well, before Zane started to realize it was not an illusion. Zane was high out of his mind, and focused on little more than dealing, but somehow still knew that this was real, as it spread under his clothes and hit his most sensitive area in a rapid takeover. The endorphins went mad in his body, and he was quickly trapped in his own arousal. By now, he was terrified as well of what was happening, and had to keep focusing on the game... but in his altered and aroused state, he could not help but start to focus on Zhana as well.

By now the squirrel's arms and legs were completely enveloped in the midnight blue latex, and the same "hooves" seemed to be covering her hands as well. Why her hands appeared different than his, which still had fingers, perplexed him only for a moment, until he noticed something familiar in the shape of the highly aroused and heavily breathing girl. But he couldn't immediately... Nonetheless, Zhana was quite aroused herself and struggling as well to keep composure as the substance felt as if to invade her awakened lips and coat her canal in the same pleasure that the rest of her body was suffering. Zhana was also trapped in arousal, but managing as well to maintain focus on the game. By now Zane was beginning to win, but the damage was already being done, and impure thoughts were invading his ...head, along with vague memories from childhood as their eyes blurred and faces became warm. The weakly defined shapes that were overtaking their bodies were now consuming their heads.

At this point several realizations hit Zane at once. Clearly Zhana was trying to seduce him... but she wouldn't.... as he looked at her face as the game proceeded... it was hard to make out and probably more of a hallucination... but it looked like a snout...snout... hooves... horse. They appeared to be turning into rubber ponies! Dammit! She was trying to seduce him, with some freaked out illusion of sexualized my Little Ponies! And she was doing with hallucinatory drugs. What Zhana had not counted on, though, was Zane had been in high pressure situations before, and as a nearly professional hustler was more than able to focus on the game under duress, though the game was becoming an afterthought by this point.

Zhana had somehow used her illusion to mimic a fantasy in Zane's mind. Perhaps it had been there for some time, almost as if he had been waiting for her to pull it from his head. However he had forged the image in his mind, it was being made real in their shared high. Both were warm, highly aroused, and covered in pleasurable tingling brought on by... whatever, and as he looked upon the lovely dark pony, sleek legs appearing form behind the sexy dress flaring into cute hooves, pert breasts hiding just beneath the fabric, cleavage covered in dark blue rubber, large violet eyes over the smooth snout wearing a smug if playful smile, and long black locks spilling over her shoulders, it was all he could do to resist her. If an image of his beloved in this "form" had not crossed his horny mind, he may have lost it, but it was what she was counting on anyway.

Zhana could hold back her urges, but it was hard for her too; her body would have been sweating if it hadn't seemed to seal itself away in this "trick of the mind." Fortunately, she seemed able to dampen in at least one place, and she was. The "transformation" had torn away at Zane's pants as he stood up, and was left only in his shorts, but she wanted to see what was under the shirt. She knew the endorphins and the illusion enhanced certain features. It certainly helped with his eyes. Larger and a bit brighter, but somehow more intense, they looked upon her with lust, but also with an unfamiliar determination. The normally sweet smile on his bashful expression seemed to translate to his equine-esque snout as a clever satisfaction, making his expression unsettling to her. Still, the wheels in his head soon had had the black my little stallion pondering his own appearance. The rubber male pony walked over to his television set and removed his shirt to take a look at himself.

The sleek black rubber nicely outlined his masculine form, and indeed accentuated his chest quite nicely. The torso was shapely and favored the placement of his arms and legs, showing a gentle definition of his muscles despite not defining them individually. He had a very slight six pack and lithe, but well shaped and masculine upper arms. His face was broad and jaw strong, but with the simplistic shape of the intended character model. His eyes were broad and dark, but had settled into a gentle if determined look and his hair had translated into an attractive red mane, combed down between his ears, better defined, perhaps, than his female counterpart, with a slightly more realistic equine design. As he moved away to look upon his form a bit more, he noticed a blemish on his right hip, poorly focused in the reflection of the large plasma screen. He looked down to notice the image of three cards within the rubber. They were a Jack of Clubs, and King of Diamonds, and an Ace of Spades. 21.

Zane did not know if this was even real anymore, but he knew that the name of the character was often determined by the symbol on the hip. Blackjack's attention immediately returned to Zhana, who by now was practically drooling at the all but naked stallion. She was not hard to look at herself, and the horny stallion was now intensely curious what was on her hip. This sudden shift in focus reminded him of his intentions as well. While he was trapped in a potent arousal and standing not five feet from a lovely... lovely creature still hidden in a very sleek dress, and barely in control of his faculties as the glitter finally began to settle and the strobing light effects became second nature, two things dominated his mind. One was the game, which had changed to something much less innocent. The other was maintaining control of an uncontrollable situation.

His mind hailed back a few moments to the card game. She had said it herself: the more control he lost, the more the illusion took over and made the fantasy seem real. If it worked on him, it could be easily turned around on her. As she fought to compose herself, a sly grin covering sinister intentions grew across the stallion's snout. Blackjack wandered over to the dark blue "doll" and placed his hands on her arms; he could not help but breathe deeply, inhaling the lusty scent, and gently run his hands up and down her smooth arms as he began to examine her with intent. She looked back up at him, still struggling to compose herself, but was able to speak clearly enough, and with a soothing, if sensual tone.

"See... I told you it would be ok, if you just went with it, and you have to admit..." She gulped slightly as she looked down over his sleek torso. "...It's pretty hot in here again."

"We'll see who has to admit what," he teased assuredly, as his hands reached to push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Every moment he was fighting a level of guilt nagging him from the recesses of his clouded mind, but the arousal and curiosity combined were a powerful force.

Zhana was a bit nervous at this sudden shift in his personality, but he had a lot more surprises for her. Meanwhile she was rather exited by it, on top of an already intense attraction; she was far too aroused to care. It was all she could do to keep her lips from grabbing his.

"w...what? I mean, ok.... Yeah... it's all good ...then."

Her hesitation came as the dress was pushed down over her chest to reveal the glossy orbs contained fully in the midnight blue illusion. Zane's knee's would have collapsed had he not distracted himself with his curiosity and pulled the gown over her hips to let it fall to her hooves, and again his arousal took center stage.

She was dark, and a bit powerful, neither of which particularly peaked his interest...but damn, was she a vision. Vulnerable as she was suddenly feeling, her knees drew close to overlap slightly, and her fore-hooves touched just below her... well. In her momentary shyness, she succeeded only in using her arms to frame her figure. As the fidgety hoof that was her left foot moved about, it only drew attention to the flare of her legs that tapered to her knees, where well defined, somewhat thin, but perfectly curved thighs drew the eye upward to where her hips gently vanished into her waist in the cloudy background of the lavender lips barely showing from between her legs. Her arms then guided the eye further up the sleek, flat belly covered in the midnight blue gloss which would render a captive view of the breasts pushed forth from between her upper arms. A long and fair neck was barely enough to steal attention back to her delicate features... a narrow, slightly squared snout, large vulnerable eyes hidden only as a pool of dark violet against the evening blue, and gently wiggling ears protruding from long silken, straight black hair falling to just above her breasts, or between her shoulder blades.

Zane could barely keep his jaw shut as he froze and looked over the lithely curved body just short of straight out of his fantasies... but even still with his member trapped in a constant, now near painful erection, and his mind still fogged by the intoxicating effect of... of whatever... there was no more ignoring this. His zipper would open as the voice in the back of his head was barely comprehensible, and he would lower his pants and force his enlarged hoofed feet out of them with just enough struggle to distract him and remind him of what else was bugging him. His eyes immediately focused on her hip, where what he saw was of little surprise, but did seal his current motivations. A black magician's hat, upside down under a wand, with some glitter formed sparkles to contrast the dark image from her already dark body, served to remind him it was all an illusion, but as he believed it became more real. He grinned darkly at her as she was once again caught off guard by the eight inch black phallus already rising triumphantly, just above the markers of what was indeed a stallion. She was strong and could repel most advances even in a hyper-aroused state, unless he acted quickly. He bore the guise of harsh aggression (in part motivated by his lack of amusement at her trickery) and quickly advanced upon her once more.

All inhibitions escaped the stallion, as he showed no hesitation... immediately grabbing the girl's shoulders and pulling her into a powerful kiss. It took Zhana by surprise, as it was hardly a kiss of passion, but one of dominance. Blackjack roughly forced his lips against hers and pushed her head back a bit, as he embraced her to keep her standing, and pressed her against himself with a vengeance. The rock hard rubber phallus was suddenly and aggressively pressed against the mare-doll's most delicate area, and she could barely stand. Blackjack could feel the rush of power as he was holding her up, and while he did not usually work this way... he had a purpose, and putting her in a vulnerable spot was the only way to secure it.

Zhana had not seen this coming, and knew she needed to regain control, but could not help but give in to the powerful kiss. As he was completely supporting her body, beginning to walk her back to the rather luxurious couch in his office, she struggled to reassert herself mentally, but when she was wrenched from his body and thrown onto the couch, the first thing she saw was his penis once more, before he straddled her slowly and laid his manhood right atop her sexlips, looked firmly down at her and began to explore the smooth feminine form with his hands. "You know I like my girls soft... and cuddly... and I know you like to feel soft... and cuddly. Well if you're gunna seduce me like this... you're just gunna have to be soft and cuddly for me, Zhana." He dropped a foot and fists against the fabric of the couch throwing up more of the glitter, and proceeded to tease Zhana. He knew this arousal would last until he took her, so took his sweet time breaking her down.

Blackjack was not in his element, at least Zane wasn't... but he was intent on winning the game now, so for another moment, he would have to maintain this forceful guise. It wasn't quite as hard, though, for him to savor the sight, and the feel, as his hand slowed down and fingers gently stroked along the ribs. Zhana drew in a deep breath as his other hand wrapped around a breast. She moaned softly and began to squirm, and his hands took advantage of those movements to caress her moving flesh. Each stimulus drove her into deeper arousal, and each reaction was another opportunity. Zane was quickly establishing dominance over her body, and it was only driving his arousal further. Zhana was no longer sure she could reclaim the situation. He had adapted far more quickly than she anticipated.

Meanwhile, Blackjack was riding this wave. The almost painful arousal was giving him just the fuel he needed, and he was becoming physically tense and excited. He couldn't quite start ramming her yet, so he channeled the tension into the knee pressed to the couch. His hoof began aggressively beating against the fabric kicking up more and more glitter, and the fan favored him. The glitter quickly covered them both again, and again reacted in tiny flashes with the light. Zhana was continually being pulled into deeper arousal and losing focus, allowing the hypnotic effects to have a more intense effect on her. Blackjack felt the control he had seized over her, and it sent a rush through him. Suddenly he was passionate and confident enough to take exactly what he wanted, as well as more and more control.

His caresses became firm and deep, but slow and careful, as his voice softened, but his tone held steady. "You said you wanted me to enjoy the night, you need to enjoy yours too. Your motions are very soft.... Keep moving gently; let your body soften in my hands." He heard the words, and barely believed he was saying them. Maybe the arousal was just driving him beyond his norm. Maybe the hypnosis was trapping him in this dominant mindset. Whatever it was, he was in control again. As he caressed her lips ever so softly with his heat, and squeezed her 'flesh' like a delicate doll, she became entranced in the touch of his powerful hands, and in the shadow of his potent lust.

"Good doll. You need to move gently. It's tricky for dolls to move normal, and you need to show off how delicate and soft that body is." He leaned down and quietly breathed his words in her ear, and she reacted well. Zhana could not maintain much focus at all as he instructed the way she moved, and even felt. Her body moved with softer more delicate motions, and she couldn't really seem to stop. She wanted to throw her limps around him and force herself on him, but he was just too damn passionate to resist. "If you keep moving like that, I won't be able to resist much longer..." She was becoming supple in his grasp as his arms wrapped around her, and they wrapped around her with a tender passion. He was cuddling her as much as he was embracing her, and her body gave right into it. Powerful arms and soft but intense words drove the ponygirl to a motion more delicate than she though herself capable of producing. He began to caress her back and nuzzle her, and with those motions his member trembled and pushed violently against her body.

"Zh..Zhana... wow, yes... don't just move tenderly... be it. Be the soft and cuddly little doll I want... you want me to take you... make me want to take you." That was about all she could handle. He was talking to her like a toy, in one hot breath he commanded her to cuddle and to submit sexually, and put all the work on her. He had enraptured her by means of her own submissive nature, and she couldn't fight back anymore. Meanwhile, the softer his attentions, and the more intent his words... his commands... the more supple and cuddly her body actually felt. She couldn't help but nuzzle back cutely and rub against him with her softening skin. The heat of her body and the trap of the illusion were making her form manifest his words. Blackjack's body trembled madly as the rubber softened to have an almost satiny feel, and Zhana's already sensitive rubberized flesh, now even more delicate and tactile, was driving her into a sexual fog.

They were driving each other up the wall, but Blackjack held all the cards this time. His own sensual hypnosis trapped him as easily in desire as it did her, but also gave him the power to resist the increasingly squeezable flesh. "Yes... god little cuddle toy... give yourself to my desires. Become what I want. Become the Illusion."

He had more than effectively turned the tables on her, but he was growing more and more desperate as her body felt and reacted more like a cuddle toy. Her movements were desperate but weak and so fucking soft against the firm muscular stallion. Her body was starting to act on its own as the doll was swept away in desperate need. Her hands pressed against his hips and gave almost like pillows. Her body gave as easily in his arms, but remained hot and continued to squirm against him. He pulled back and set his cocktip just against the warm, insanely soft lips. He looked down at her, and through the midst of flashing light and flying glitter could only see an expression lost in lust. A wide grin crossed his face as a rush of pleasure flowed throughout him with the control he had reclaimed, and firmly grasped. He knew he'd won, and he liked it a lot more than he was prepared to. Then her legs pressed around Him, and again with insane softness of the smooth, now decadently fleece like flesh wrapping liberally around his legs, he couldn't take it anymore.

The stallion plowed into the supple filly, and grunted out long and loud at the sensation of silk wrapping around his cruelly ignored flesh. He clasped her breasts tightly and they gave immediately and he almost lost it just then, but he gritted his teeth and started to gently thrust as the girl cried out in ecstasy. Her once more altered body was painfully hypersensitive and started rapidly moving against the welcome manhood. Blackjack wanted to savor this... a sinister urge had risen from deep within, and yet he had won, and wanted to at least give her back some pleasure. His domineering passion then took another dark turn as he grinned down at her with unfocused eyes.

"No, no don't let it go... you said you wanted me to enjoy my night, and you owe me a long, hot night, doll. You let it go when I tell you to." The horny cuddle toy reacted immediately, whimpering and slowing down almost on cue. Between the hypnotic effects enrapturing her and the wave of sexual desire, his words seemed to own her, and immediately manifested now. He smiled softly, leaned down to kiss her, thrust in deeply and slowly, and embraced her fully, taking his joy in the warm soft body under him. The rubber and fleece rubbing together drove him into a deep, lasting passion as he savored the girl and sent her reeling in desperation from the reactions of her hypersensitive body to his toned muscles... warm, smooth flesh, and potent but aggressively gentle embrace. She hit the brink within minutes, but couldn't let go... all because he said not to, and because her own trickery had damned her. She had lost all focus, and thus lost all control.

This went on for perhaps an hour. Blackjack had held himself at bay this long, it was becoming easier to keep control, and savor the doll. They would fall from the couch at one point and squirm across the floor, Blackjack loving every delicate touch, every squeeze of the gorgeous and soft creature, every caress of the warm fluff against his sensitive rubber skin. Meanwhile, for Zhana, it was as an eternity. Now she had become the Illusion, and now he was driving her crazy. With every carefully laid stroke of his fingers, and every press of those powerful arms against her hyper tactile body, she was driven deeper into the madness, until the words and grunts and moans finally made sense in her ears again.

"Cum."

She screamed out and exploded in pleasure, thrashing her soft form against the body of the rubber stallion, who reacted immediately and squeezed her passionately, erupting slowly and deeply within her. His warmth drove her further on for minutes and every squirm, every wriggle, every slight stroke of her against him carried him through his own climax with a stamina unknown to him, but only befitting his new avatar. He embraced the Illusion, if it was truly an Illusion, just then, and began to whisper through his breath into her ear once more. "You wanted to become an illusion, and now you are one, doll." She squealed as her convulsion slowed. "You become what I want to see, what I want to feel, and don't let go if I tell you not to." The afterglow began to enthrall them both. "I think I've won... and enjoyed my night. I want to enjoy tomorrow too. I think you'll stay this way for me." That was about all he had left before he was completely winded, and cuddled her like a giant pillow. The afterglow had all but put her to sleep, and she was barely aware of anything but the intensity of the pleasure. Such was the last either recalled from that evening.

Zhana's eyes opened and the last wave of bliss flowed through her body as her vision focused. The mid-morning light shone into the room. Two thoughts hit her at once. She was gunna be late for work. What was she holding... no who... no.... Wait. Zane!? The work issue took a back seat as she was in the boss's office... but... was her boss the ...very enticing... black, slick skinned, sleek creature beside her coming into full focus? It was only an Illusion, a trick of the mind, combined with a minor hallucinogen. Did it? Could it? Then she noticed her own body.

Not only was she still a pony doll, dark blue flesh, reshaped for the enticement of Zane, but her body wasn't rubber anymore. It was covered in a soft fleece like substance. She touched her arm and a wave of pleasure shot through her. She became curious, she pressed into a 'muscle,' it gave like a pillow and she moaned with the pleasure and fell back over. She became very curious, and barely touched her soft fore-hoof to her vaginal lips, moaned louder and began to writhe softly. She had indeed become the Illusion... the Illusion of his making, though. And he too had been seemingly permanently altered. She looked over the naked sleeping stallion and her soft smooth hoof began rubbing continually over her lips at the sight of her employer's new body, and the pleasure flowing through her led her violently and quickly to the brink, and then as suddenly as she arrived at the peak, she became trapped on it. She pushed deeper, rubbed faster, stroked her thighs against the hoof... trying to push past the edge, but started to whimper as she just teetered. It took seconds to reach the edge of pleasure, but after minutes and minutes she just could not release.

The whimpering woke up the other victim of her madness. He smiled as his body recalled the afterglow that had pulled him to slumber. He stretched, but at once noticed his body felt weird, and that there was a strange noise. He noticed he was not in a bed, but rather on his office floor. Things came together quickly as he quietly sat up, turned about, and noticed the plush pony doll masturbating rather intently. His mind immediately accepted the reality. He had the previous night to adapt to it, and besides, he'd won. That, and the sight before him was giving him a morning wood that distracted him from the insanity of what had happened.

"You won't be able to finish, my Illusion, not unless I want you to."

She looked at him as her hand stopped and she fell still. "What? ... What is... It's real?"

"Hey, relax, it'll be fine." He grinned cruelly at her.

"What do you mean... that I can't..." Zhana... or the Illusion that was Zhana, had not seemed to anticipate this severe reaction, be it mental, or real... it was real enough now, and she was still processing what she had forced him to come to terms with the night before."

"Remember... I said I didn't want you having an orgasm until I said so... and your little trick I guess bit you in the ass." He turned and scooted over to her, her eyes wide and a bit glazed as everything sunk in.

He touched her very gently and she squeaked and breathed in deeply with the sensation. "This was your idea, Illusion, guess it worked better than ya thought, but you shouldn't have made me feel powerless. I had to take back the power, and I did, and now I decide when you get to feel good." He stood up, still naked, once again erect manhood in her face. "I guess now, you do what I say... or you get to stay horny." He was feeling odd... this usually was not him, but he had a newfound power within him. The fantasy become reality had brought something out. At that moment he remembered his girl, probably rather concerned not hearing from him... but he was fucking horny again, and she was right there, and her disadvantage was not hurting his desire. Then his situation came to mind again, and he became worried, but could not think at the moment because of the hot plush toy half-kneeling in front of him.

She was staring up at him, at once aroused, a bit scared, and very alarmed at what was happening. He looked at her firmly. "You can walk out right now, if ya want. This was your idea... but you wanted me, and now you can have me. We're both horny, and we both have work to get to. It's up to you. Is this what you want... or not."

His words were plain and simple, but they said so much. She had gambled with him, and lost, but she also got exactly what she wanted... at a price. Illusion was defeated. She could only do what she could do, and hope that he would go easy on her. She thought about Crystal too. She didn't want to cause any trouble... but... it was right there... and she was horny as fuck, and REALLY wanted to cum. She opened her mouth slowly, kneeled upward to reach, and took him as much as she could without immediately gagging, which was a fair bit with the snout.

Blackjack's jaw immediately fell open as the soft, gently fluffed fabric in her mouth wrapped around his hypersensitive shaft. His hands instinctively grabbed behind her ears, and he could not help but gently move his hips against the attention, and it was no less an amazing sensation for Illusion. Blackjack was ... a gorgeous creature, but more so, it was if her taste buds had been enhanced as much as her tactile responses. Each give of her soft new form set her trembling with pleasure, and the taste... she couldn't really wrap her mind around it, but it just drove her to wrap her lips tighter and take him deeper.

The experience wasn't what it was last night, but this time it was more real, and they were both far more aware... of blackjack's penis, primarily, as the soft creature lifted her fore-hooves to press against his hips, and his excitement seemed to move his body for him. As he pressed against her head, it gave oddly and just drove them both further into the passion. They could both intently feel his member trembling against her tongue as it hardened almost painfully, and lost in the moment, Illusion began to moan cutely, only vibrating her lips in return, as his eyes flew open and clenched shut as he began to spill his pre onto her tongue.

Illusion knew a few tricks from before this whole... fiasco, and was far too into it to consider not using them. She started moaning louder as she wrapped her soft, almost satiny throat around the tip and let the gentle gagging massage his tip as she pressed her tongue against the rubber and started tugging with a deep suction. Blackjack could barely contain himself, and neither could the ponydoll. The touch of his hands, the taste of his manhood, the just plain sexiness of the stallion she was with... Illusions hips were moving a bit themselves.

Blackjack had long ago lost focus. He couldn't feel the near-painful throbbing, or the stress of being at his brink. All he could feel was the softness of a conquered toy around his flesh as he finally slipped into the passion of a long and steady release. Illusion was a bit unprepared, but she was especially unprepared for the warmth intoxicating her form as it spilled into her throat, causing her to squeal softly around his flesh, and only prolong his pleasure. Meanwhile the intense warmth, and the sensitivity of her new form, drove her quickly to the brink of her own long release. She could feel it would spread through her and take her away from herself with the passion, but as Blackjack was distracted by his own intense pleasure, he could not release her.

Illusion began to whimper, still moaning nonetheless, and squirmed rather potently on her knees as she edged on the pleasure he was knowing. Meanwhile, even despite her new movements, Blackjack's pleasure was starting to subside as his ego broke through from the conquest of his "opponent". Things were as they should be again, and it was deeply satisfying to him to be in control, especially of something so adorable and sexy. He smiled sweetly, eyes still fogged as they dropped down towards her, and she could hear his approval and confidence as he gently spoke.

"You can cum now, my Illusion."

And she did. The toy was immediately overcome bodily by the intense release as Blackjack pulled out and left the doll to fall softly on the floor, cry out, and writhe on her own in the pleasure. He waited patiently for the toy to ride her orgasm, and lifted her to his firm equine-esque form and cuddled her warmly, trapping her at the edge of her afterglow for several minutes as he just enjoyed cuddling the soft new plush.

The sun was approaching its noon position in the sky, and Blackjack still had Crystal to attend to. He knew this was gunna take some explaining, but... there was nothing else for it. He pulled away from the doll. She hesitated, but he looked at her with gentle, but somehow firm eyes, and she blinked softly and complied.

"We need to deal with things, now, doll. We... we need to check on Crystal."

"I... should you do that? I mean she is your..."

"Whose idea was this, Illusion... whose fault?"

"I... I suppose you're right..."

"You suppose I'm right... what?"

She hesitated for a moment, blinked her plush lids softly and looked at the floor. "Sir."

She had called him sir before, on occasion... after all he was her boss. Even still, somehow it felt different this time, to them both. Zane paused in consideration and smiled gently.

"I guess that will do for the moment, but just remember, I'm in control now. You wanted to take that away from me, and I can't let you get away with it, doll. So if I have to, to make sure you don't try that again, I'm gunna keep control of you. Do you understand that?

It took her a moment to respond. "Yes, Sir... I understand..."

Illusion, still a fair bit... fuzzy... might have been able to get around and about in the world, but even though Blackjack looked like a relatively normal pony, he was a bit... shiny. He had to be a bit creative with an old coat to cover up, but it was enough to get them to the car, as long as nobody looked too closely at Illusion. The two got dressed and on the way Blackjack called Crystal to let her know he was on his way. She was a bit annoyed, but... well she would have other things to worry about soon enough. As they drove, Illusion was uncharacteristically quiet. She seemed a bit ...off-put by the odd turn of events.

"Ah-ah, you're not gunna get all quiet on me now," insisted Blackjack.

"I'm sorry hu... Sir. I..."

Blackjack grinned a bit and looked over the cute and shy doll. He began to get a bit of an impression of what she had dealt with all this time... also she was really adorable, in a devious sexy way, and he had light bulbs forming over his head. He wasn't gunna let her give up that easy.

"So you didn't get what you wanted out of all this. But I'm a rubberskinned pony! Now you got us into this, and you're gunna make it right with me, Illusion. You're gunna use that clever deviance to suit my needs from now on... so don't lose it now, or else I might actually get mad at you."

She was rather confused as to what he was talking about. Well she wasn't, but she was. Soon enough she would herself explaining this... unusual sequence of events to Crystal, and soon after she'd know exactly what it meant. The car pulled up to Crystal's block and parked a few houses away. Blackjack called the house to make sure no one else was there, and got the all clear.

"Alright, then. You're up!"

She looked at him with a bit of terror. "You did this... You get to explain it."

Her already wide eyes seemed wider as she looked at him with reasonable dismay. She had no idea how to approach this... but he was right. She was responsible for this, and she should have to do the explaining. The doll moved as if to breathe in deeply... and maybe she actually was breathing... sighed and got out of the car. She walked swiftly, yet slowly, on heavy hooves. She was not ready for this, and had no idea what to say, but before she knew what was what she was at the door. Knocking wouldn't have done much given her pillowy consistency, so she fumbled a moment to ring the doorbell and waited silently.

The rabbit girl of fairly small stature opened the door to the stranger carefully. Looked about for any cars and then back at the odd furred pony. Illusion had hidden her fore-hooves behind her but there was no hiding her feet, and they lacked any proper definition. Her dress drew a fair bit of attention as well, giving her away as a large toy. Crystal was fairly confused by the image, but Illusion was the first to speak, cutting off the quizzical bunny before she could say anything.

"Hi... uh, Crystal. I kinda have to talk to you."

Crystal thought she recognized the voice, but it clearly was not... but her expression was a bit...

"Zhana?"

"Hey... I kinda got a bit of... well sort of a makeover... type... thing..."

Crystal was rather bewildered for a moment as she began to realize Zhana was indeed not exactly real. She reached out to touch her and squeaked softly and pulled back, stifling a tiny giggle at the sensation. Illusion was otherwise concerned and able to shrug of the pleasurable tingle. "Listen can I come in... I um... this is hard enough to explain to one..." Crystal reached out again, still fairly bewildered at what seemed to be a stuffed animal standing on her porch. She squeezed the pony's arm sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Illusion sighed and tried to keep focused as Crystal started to blush much like a little child, then started to ponder exactly what was going on.

"Is this some kind of weird dream?"

"Crystal, please let me in, I don't want anybody to..."

Crystal started to look a bit freaked out. This was... weird, and she clearly wasn't dreaming.

"What's happening... Where, where is Zane? I have a feeling you know... Zhana what the hell...why are?"

Illusion forced her way in much to both their dismay. Crystal's warm body pressing against her fluff was nearly too pleasurable to bear, and the stuffed doll was very nice to the touch and oddly distracting, but not entirely for sexual reasons. Still there was a living ponydoll that walked and talked like her boyfriend's good friend and employee... and her mind didn't know what to make of things.

"Zhana, I'm getting scared? What's going on; am I having a bad dream?"

"It's more like an illusion, Crystal, like in a magic show."

"What is there mirrors or something... no wait I touched you... you're."

"I was showing Zane a new ...well a new act. It causes altered perception and some light hypnosis that made me see myself this way... and well, it backfired. I know it sounds weird, hun, but... it stuck."

"No, no... then why can I see you as a... a... "

"Illusion? I don't know hun, but. Well it was Zane's... well I guess he was getting back at me for making him feel out of control."

Crystal was frightened and quite a bit angry as a result.

"What happened to my boyfriend!?"

The door opened and Blackjack walked in, and shed the robe. He looked at his girl, smiled softly, and spoke gently with Zane's voice and expression. "Hey, doll."

Crystal's jaw half dropped as she looked at the... hardly uncomely rubber stallion. She saw her Master's eyes and heard his voice and approached slowly. "Z...Zane... are you...are you ok?" He hugged the frightened girl gently. "I'm fine, babydoll. Illusion there decided to play a nasty trick on me, and it turned around on her. I don't know why, but...well I seem to be stuck like this." Crystal's eyes began to well up, but Blackjack took firm hold of her small body and kissed her passionately. It was Zane's kiss, but there was something different, something more. There was a strength usually hidden that he now wore on his sleeve. It was a new feeling for her, but a rather pleasant one. As his lips left her, his arms remained firmly holding her, and she was left blushing with a soft smile. "Master..." she squeaked shyly but with approval. "I'm still me, doll... still your Zane, still your Master. I look a little different, and... well I feel kinda strong. Will you share this with me, doll?"

It was a lot for Crystal to take in. There was anger, confusion, arousal, more confusion, a general sense of wtf, but she could tell it was him, and somehow he was dealing with it. That, and, well... there was definitely something to be said for that embrace and that confidence behind his voice. Blackjack could tell she had mixed feelings though. She would manage, but it certainly would do them both good to have an outlet for the emotional frustrations of the situation.

"Now...what should we do about her, ya think?"

They both looked back at Illusion. The dark furred fluff would have blushed furiously if she could...out of both embarrassment and extreme nervousness. She done messed up and payback was not over yet. "This is her fault, but you have to admit... she's kinda cute." In truth, she was a fair bit more sensual, but to crystal she was a new plush doll, and she WAS a giant stuffed pony. Cute was not exactly escapable. Now Crystal was not so much a devious person, but she needed an outlet, and Blackjack knew just what buttons to push. "She is a toy, isn't she? Does my doll wanna play with her? Consider it a present to apologize for coming home late and inside of a rubber pony skin."

His words may have been a tad clumsy at the end, reminding her of the situation just enough to be angry... but Illusion was cute to her eyes, and she already knew she was soft. Perhaps without even realizing it consciously, Crystal was more than happy to punish Illusion by playing with her like a toy. Crystal looked over her, and looked back at Blackjack who simply nodded and released her, nudging her slightly towards Illusion. Crystal smiled and bounced toward the doll. She was already objectifying her as a roundabout way of expressing some anger, but it was more than that with Crystal.

Crystal was an intriguing individual, and it was apparent by her appearance alone. The bunny herself was normal enough: white furred, brown eyed, about 5'3" and 125. Maybe closer to 6'3" including ears, but the way she dressed and carried herself was not commonplace.

Her eyes were bright with a youth often lost to adults, and her walk nearly broke into a skip when she was happy. She was lively and cute like a child, but with an underlying sensuality of an adult... an adult in mary-janes, pink frilled ankle socks, and a floofy dress with a blatant pink petticoat and a teddybear image sewn onto the right side of the skirt. Blackjack meant it when he called her babydoll, or at least he wanted to. She dressed as such as much for his enjoyment as for her own.

"So... you're really a stuffed animal?"

"Uhm..."

Illusion looked down at herself and started to speak, but Crystal reached forth, grabbed her upper arms, and squeezed before she could get a word out. Illusion sighed with the intensity of the sensation and trembled softly. Crystal found it amusing and definitely cute. A smile grew on her lips before she squealed cutely and grabbed the doll in a tight hug, teasing the hell out of her, but the reactions only entertained Crystal all the more.

Meanwhile Blackjack stood and grinned softly, watching the two, as the wheels started to turn again. "Her name is Illusion. You should take a look at the mark on her hip." Crystal immediately made the connection, but was more concerned with other things. Illusion was a giant toy to her, and was rather nice to touch. Crystal was looking at her the way Zane tended to look at Crystal, as a doll... a doll of a rather special variety at that. "Oh! You're right!" She grabbed Illusion's arm and yanked her into her room. "We need to change you into a better outfit!" On the way to her room she stopped suddenly in thought and looked to Blackjack.

"Wait a minute... what about your symbol?" "Take good care of her, and I'll show you. I have to make a few calls... you two have fun." "Ok!" Crystal resumed her spirited play with the new toy, much to Illusion's chagrin. Blackjack had a couple calls to make. At least his voice was the same, so he could handle some things with work and such, and let Crystal get used this new development in her own way.

Illusion, meanwhile, was not finding it so easy to adjust. Blackjack's room was fairly similar to his office, albeit more comfortable, but the frilly bed skirt and extremely pink and lavender vanity with the old fashioned oval back chair gave away Crystal's influence. Illusion was already out of place... sort of, but more worried about calming down from Crystal's persistent cuddles as the bunny rifled through a chest on the closet floor. "Go ahead and take off your dress, Zha..." she giggled. "Illusion." Illusion looked at her a bit surprised as the bunnygirl rose from the chest with a black vest and button down white shirt. It might have been a bit snug on Illusion, but Crystal was sure she would give. "Well, come on, you can't change into a more appropriate outfit with that silly thing on. Now hurry up, or I'll take it off for you!"

Illusion could tell Crystal was serious. She wasn't known to be dominant at all, but she clearly insisted on treating the toy like a toy, and Illusion was hard pressed to actually get into a fight with her. It was this, or risk losing a friend. She would have blushed if she could while she slipped shyly out of the gown, exposing once more the naked pony plush. Now Crystal was childish, but it was quite obviously a fetish... and she was indeed a sexually healthy adult. As she turned back to Illusion with a bow tie in her hand, her eyes immediately betrayed the sentiment.

Illusion stood much as she did when she first revealed herself to Blackjack, except her arms were behind her and her face down. Feeling vulnerable in the shadow of a newly confident stallion was one thing, but a bottom bunny in a pink petticoat; it was embarrassing, but somehow arousing. Illusion, though, wasn't the only one becoming aroused. Crystal looked at the naked plush with wide eyes and an almost shy expression. She liked men, but enjoyed women too, and she definitely liked this. Quickly she shook it off and smiled brightly, and as suddenly she squealed in excitement. "Oh my god!!! You're so adorable! Lemme see the mark!" As if she wouldn't... she was already approaching with the shirt to put it on Illusion and look. She squeaked incomprehensibly when she saw the mark and pushed up Illusion's arms and started dressing her as if the doll was any other.

Even with the extreme vulnerability, Illusion noticed a bit more than just arousal. It was as she was being played with and dressed up like a little girl's doll that she realizes she was acting more like one. Illusions face betrayed the bashful humility through expressive eyes, and as dark and mysterious as she may have appeared, she noticed herself moving freely at Crystal's indications and doing so in a rather cute way. Illusion was subconsciously showing off just how soft, snuggly and cute she could be. She would readily pose. Her body would easily give. She would without hesitation co-operate with Crystal and smile cutely while doing it, and ultimately her knees would overlap; her fore-hooves would come together; and her foot would move about idly across the floor. She began to realize that... dammit, she WAS adorable!

Ultimately, the shirt proved to be indeed a tad tight and compressed a lot of the doll's body, causing her to rapidly grow aroused and stay that way, while Crystal played with the doll and took time to enjoy her revenge. The bunny was getting a tad horny herself. It wasn't that she liked stuffed animals (at least not that way), but Illusion was a very provocative doll, with all her anatomical accuracies. By the time Crystal was finished the tightness of the shirt barely showed, and she was eager to show Blackjack what she came up with. It was quite fitting, in fact, and Crystal was quite proud of herself. It seemed Crystal had stashed away quite a few costumes over the years.

She again took the now painfully horny doll by the arm once more and led her out to the living area again where Blackjack was finishing up. Illusion, nearly helplessly, followed with a mildly cute motion of her own, but somehow still quite sensual. "Master! Whaddaya think?" She somewhat roughly presented Illusion just short of posing her. Black jack could not help but stifle a small laugh. Illusion was pretty cute, but still sexy, in a frilled button down white shirt, a small black vest, bowtie, and top hat... with only a black pleated miniskirt to cover her womanhood. The little pony trapped now in her magician theme was quite ...charming to Blackjack and satisfying on several levels. Certainly she was being put in her place for what she'd tried to pull. It was at once humbling and somehow still powerful. He could tell she was once more containing severe arousal, which sated his sense of vindication. Mostly, though, she was pretty damn sexy with the dark fluff, sleek form, and cute outfit. Blackjack was only getting started though. He had a bit of a plan, but needed to put the toy through a few more hoops first.

"She looks perfect, doll. I would love to stay and play with her with you, but I have to go pick some things up in order to deal with all this, Crystal." He moved around Illusion, purposely rubbing up against her to get to Crystal and wrap his arms around her gently. "Toys should be played with, and I know I can trust you to take good care of Illusion here until I get back, Ok?"

She smiled and squeaked cutely but softly. "Ok!" He kissed her and moved back towards the coat rack.

"Oh Zane! What about your mark?" He smirked softly and only briefly exposed the blackjack hand, blew a kiss towards her and kept going. Crystal giggled and after a moment turned around and smiled mischievously at Illusion. This was still a bit out of character for her, but the situation had motivated her a bit. She smiled playfully, bounced on her feet a couple times and effectively ran at and glomped Illusion, knocking her to the ground. Falling against the pillowy surface was nice, but hearing the soft whimper, feeling the feminine form under her, and her desperate if slight writhing... all in a big adorable cuddledoll... it was too fucking cute. It was beyond any innocent kind of cute at that. As for Illusion, she could not help but whine and wriggle in a truly cutesy fashion as programmed, from the intense tingling pleasure of hitting the ground and being trapped beneath the warm bunny. She was like a little puppy begging for attention, but again, not an innocent attention. This hardly discouraged Crystal. "Master says I have to play with the new dolly." Like an excited child but as much like an aroused adult she wrapped her arms around the soft toy and squeezed, torturing the horny pony doll. "Doesn't the new dolly want to play with me?"

Crystal was talking like a child speaks to a doll it is imagining is real, but there was nothing childish about her movements as her legs casually slipped over either side of Illusion's body. She watched with a cute smile as if waiting for the doll to answer. Illusion simply "breathed" a bit heavily, and quite humbled by the situation, moved her eyes away. As she did, though, she could not continue to resist the warmth, and Blackjack's post-hypnosis started to reassert itself. Still silently and pressed against Crystal and nuzzled as if to beg. Crystal giggled happily and blushed. "Aww, how sweet. Don't worry, dolly, I'll take good care of you!" Her voice was whimsical and happy, but her body was quite anxious as a hand moved to turn Illusion's face back to hers, and the girl finally gave in to more base desires, pressed down on the doll, and laid a gentle but insistent kiss on her muzzle.

Illusion didn't even bother to whimper. In fact, she responded quite affirmatively as one of her legs rose up to rub against Crystal's covered sex, practically inadvertently. Illusion knew this was gunna excite Crystal, encourage her, and end up driving Illusion herself insane again with want, but the little bunny had been all over her already, and her fur was soft and warm, and her body ... Illusion could not help it.., her soft arms wrapped tightly around the girl, teasing her to no end and driving the bunny deeper into the kiss. For Crystal it was an almost magical experience of playing with a big cute dolly and sexing up a hot filly that could not get away. As for the torment she was enduring, well she'd have to deal, after what she ended up doing to Zane. Crystal happily opened her lips and pressed her tongue into Illusion's soft mouth, pressing lips down as she suckled a tad at the same time. Illusion was loving and hating this more than she might have liked to be able to imagine.

She wanted to cry, but really couldn't. She wanted to squeal, to beg, anything, but it would do no good. Blackjack was gone, and without him she was at Crystal's mercy, her sweet, innocent, adorable mercy, and Crystal was quite adorable. Her movements, her noises, her posture... it was all so cute. Crystal really did just want to play, it just so happened she wanted to play as an adult. She was quite happy and content with the new toy, especially how it reacted. She didn't even entirely realize the full implications. And cute as cute could be, she rubbed her body against the vulnerable pony, kissed her, and continued to squeak cutely into her muzzle as the petticoat started to dampen against Illusion's legs.

When she finally broke the kiss, Illusion could not stop squirming, and it was not nearly so subtle as before. To crystal, it just kept getting cuter, and while she breathed heavily and felt up the doll, her behavior was just as cute. She was smiling, bouncy, giddy, and giggling the whole time. "Hey! I wonder if you taste like anything!" she began as she wiggled out of her petticoat and tossed it aside, starting on her soaked panties next as she got up to reposition herself. Illusion could not help but whine and paw at Crystal cutely, but the bunny was thinking ahead to other things. "You kiss really good on the mouth... let's see if you can do the same elsewhere!" It wasn't a mystery what she meant, especially as she straddled the snout of the pony and leaned forward, flipping up the skirt, and without hesitation diving in to taste the new sexdoll. Her lips crossed the silky slit of the doll and tongue immediately started to pet the opening. Illusion would have cried out if the near dripping lips of her playmate hadn't fallen no sooner upon her face and started rubbing. The whole bunny started moving back and forth slightly, breasts rubbing Illusion's tender plush belly, teasingly licking the hypersensitive lips of the doll, as wet lips invited a gentle suckling from the toy's own soft mouth... and it was amazing.

The living doll moaned very softly against the want of her partner as the luxury fleece orifice slipped open against the tender sex and started to drink at her excitement. Crystal immediately moaned out against the doll and tensed up at the novel, but exceedingly pleasurable sensation, returning the kindness by slipping her tongue into the silk folds and gently licking as she kissed the soft lips. This only drove Illusion further as the lust was polluting her mind again so badly it almost hurt... so badly she could hardly think, and then...once more, there was the taste.

Illusion could taste everything... and it was... well it didn't matter she just wanted more. Quickly being enslaved to her lust, she wrapped her lips around Crystal's passionately, sucked deeply and dove her soft tongue into the depth of the girl, sending Crystal squealing and wriggling in pleasure, but sending Illusion into near mindless arousal as she only cared about pleasing Crystal more and more as more taste fell upon her tongue, and that body just would not relent against the sensitive stuffed form of the pony. Illusion had hit the brink and was writing with mad pleasure as she was quickly guiding Crystal herself to the same sensations.

Crystal was amused by the oddly sweet taste, but it wasn't all that pronounced... something else was there too, something a bit... It didn't seem that big a deal right now. She was curious what might happen when Illusion orgasmed, as she didn't know any better, but Crystal was close herself. That soft skilled tongue found every right spot at every right second and flicked and licked so gently, but enough as to be felt, when one tiny stroke on the g-spot finally broke Crystal's hold, her head flew up, her jaw down and she cried out in ecstasy as Illusion just desperately continued on. Crystal was not selfish and wanted to help her cum, but each time she tried to go back in, Illusion flipped that tiny little switch that sent her reeling for several seconds. Rapid fire orgasms wracked the bunny for several minutes until she had no strength left, and it was beginning to hurt. Finally she collapsed beside the doll, heaving for breath and trapped in a powerful afterglow as Illusion whimpered and tried to continue to go after her.

Crystal regretted having no energy but as she moved to flip around Illusion seemed to start to calm down. Her legs were rubbing powerfully against one another, but she was quickly moving into a near fetal position. Crystal didn't know a lot about providing aftercare, but she knew the girl needed to be held for whatever reason. Maybe the doll couldn't cum; maybe she just needed to be cuddled like a doll to feel right. Crystal wasn't sure but the cute dolly needed a cuddle in any case, as was evident as Illusion started again to cutely paw at and scoot up against Crystal. The bunny quickly embraced her and started to pet her as she still came down herself. Eventually Illusion came back into her senses, horny as fucking hell, tormented, and drained, but practically helpless from just being cuddly with her tormentor. Crystal's warm affection was quite welcomed as the bunny girl started to fade in and out, happily cuddling the now calm if tormented toy, like a weary child with a teddy bear.

Crystal was jarred by the opening and closing of the door. She knew it was Zane but she was a bit distracted by Illusion. Zhana... or what was her... seemed to be asleep, but she was still cuddling the rabbit aggressively. Crystal herself was still feeling rather worn from the experience. It was hard to tell how long she'd dozed off for, but it couldn't have been any longer than 20 minutes, either way she was having trouble getting out of the oddly strong stuffed animal's grip. As Blackjack wandered in she coyly cuddled back up with Illusion. He knew she was cognizant, but the sight was still amusing and brought a soft smile to his face. Meanwhile as Crystal woke fully, she fussed with that still odd taste in her mouth, before it started to become familiar. It came from Illusion, but wasn't her.

"Did you girls have fun? I told you she'd be fun to play with." His words were timed somewhat poorly as she started to recognize the taste, but meanwhile smiled up at him and nodded excitedly.

"She is... well..." Crystal immediately started to blush, as Illusion tossed a bit in her barely conscious state.

"I am glad you enjoyed her doll, but I got you a more important present." He laid a briefcase on the coffee table and sat down, patting the seat next to him. Crystal had to wriggle her way out, but managed well enough to escape the doll's lustful grasp and sit by her boyfriend.

"Um... Zane... Sir, I um... is this because you're different now and want to make me feel better?"

"How do you feel about all this? I am... not quite the same..."

"Yes you are! I can tell by the way you kiss me. Besides..." she started to blush again." You look kinda sexy." He unlocked the case, but didn't open it; rather he pulled Crystal into his lap.

"Listen, doll. I don't know exactly why this happened. It was supposed to be a hallucination or something, but... well... I don't know how to change it back, but I've been thinking..."

"Did you sleep with her?" Crystal cut him off. Blackjack didn't say anything immediately.

"She tasted sweet... but there was something else that didn't seem to taste like her. It tasted like you, Master." Still, he said nothing.

"I mean... I just... but you kinda told me to."

"And how was it doll."

"She was pretty good, Master."

"Crystal. I love you more than anything. She did something to me, and she was ... I couldn't resist her. You know how alluring she is, now, and you know how I like soft things." Crystal started to say something and his finger touched her lips.

"But if I could have anybody be a soft little pony doll for me... if I could have any little pony princess..." He opened the case with a hind hoof, revealing a deck of playing cards, a large bottle of multicolored glitter, and a crystalline tiara. "... I want it to be you." Crystal didn't quite know how to respond.

"I think I'm stuck like this. And I'm sorry I lost control, but... I know you want to make me happy. Will you join me in this dream? Will you be my princess doll?

Crystal was in tears. She wasn't really jealous; after all she too had played with the new doll. She was a little scared, but Master was there, she was a little confused, but she knew that being like Illusion would make him happy. "I can still be your babygirl?" She meant by that that she wanted to be taken care of much like a child. Maybe this weird... magic... could help.

Blackjack hugged her tight. "You'll always be my sweet babygirl."

Crystal cuddled in for a moment, then as his grip loosened a bit again she sat back and looked up at him, back at the tiara, and then at him once more. Blackjack didn't need any words. She was afraid, but she trusted him, and this... if Illusion was that magical an experience, this could be very special for both of them. She cuddled in again quietly. Illusion continued to whine and squirm on the floor as Blackjack set Crystal aside to get up.

"Can she not have an orgasm?"

"She can, but only if I let her. She wanted to pull me into a fantasy; I made her do it on my terms." He got up and nudged at her with his hoof.

"Wake up Illusion. You've got work to do." She tossed a bit and started to wake up with a whimper.

"You can let go after you finish doing something for me." He looked back at crystal staring at the glittery tiara. "...for both of us." Illusion knelt up and tried to get her bearings.

Blackjack crouched down and looked right at her.

"Hey, you heard what I said, Illusion?"

"Yes... She still hesitated. "Sir." .

"What did I say?"

"Um...."

Blackjack sat on the floor and spoke calmly but with a firmness mostly alien to Crystal. "Who is charge here, Illusion?"

"You are... Sir."

"And Why?"

"Because I tricked you, and got you into this."

"Now, I told you that you will use that devious spirit for my needs after all this."

"Yes, Sir." She answered without pause. The timing of her hesitation was very convenient for his purposes.

"You belong to me now, doll... You may call me Master." Indeed at some point in their past, Zhana had longed for this moment, but... this was... He was claiming her in a far more... assertive manner. Meanwhile Crystal's head had snapped to the two of them. "Did you hear me, doll?"

"I... yes... Master."

"Good, doll... now, how do you think my girlfriend feels about what you've done?"

"I...I don't know."

Zane simply cleared his throat.

"I don't know ...Master."

"Well, maybe she feels a little left out. So you're gunna help her be like you."

"I'm not quite sure...."

"Yes you are. I told you, I'm gunna use you now to make this work for me. And when you're finished..." He looked to Crystal and back.

"You'll listen to her kinda like you listen to me...except you'll treat her like a princess."

"I... ok." She paused. "...Master."

Crystal smiled and blushed deeply, looking away from the two as Blackjack got back up to go sit beside her. Groggily, Illusion approached the ceiling fan, but then she saw the tiara in the case and began to ponder. "Nono, that won't quite work..." She snapped shut the case in front of them and yanked it up moving away with it quickly. "Hey, that's mine," Crystal protested. "You wanted to play with me, didn't you... you want it, come find it," Illusion insisted as she vanished. Her soft feet allowed her then to quickly zig-zag through the house and sneak into the attic while crystal was trying to chase her down at the other end of the house. Crystal came back and gave Blackjack a look.

"I suppose if you want the tiara you best get it back from her."

"But we needed that to..."

"Crystal... who knows how far she could get?"

Blackjack didn't realize he was helping as much as he was, but did have a vague idea of how things worked now...ok well a bit more than vague. Meanwhile Crystal would just have to hunt Illusion down if she wanted the tiara, so she proceeded to begin rifling through the house as if playing hide and seek... which effectively she was. Blackjack knew Illusion's wheels were turning and let the two girls have their little contest.

Crystal was a little irritated, especially after having adapted to Illusion as a giant toy to play with, but at the same time did not realize she was playing a game, meanwhile Illusion was quietly preparing and planning. She knew games fairly well, maybe not as well as Blackjack did, but she managed to find a place to spy and wait for Crystal to look towards the same chest that had birthed Illusion's outfit, knowing it was one of the last spots to check in the bedroom and before the attic. Illusion began to move away, starting above the bedroom, and leaving a trail of the glitter as she moved towards the back of the house and slipped out in the utility room. She had to move quickly, half the time leaving a small trail of glitter as she wiggled back to the bedroom.

Eventually Crystal, who'd originally avoided the obviousness of the attic, saw the glitter falling from the ceiling and ran up into the attic through the stairs in the hall way. She was becoming rather annoyed at the "game" but the chase was on, and as soft as Crystal's steps were, they still gave her away, unlike the pillow hooved pony illusionist's silent steps. Illusion's first goal was to return to the bedroom right under Crystal's nose. As Crystal was about in the attic, paying little attention to the floor, she tripped a wire, and somehow the entire house went dark. Somehow Illusion had rigged the fuse box, and it just irritated the bunny more. She wasn't in a playful mood, but was in a playful state of mind, which was making her more upset than outright angry. She wasn't a child though, and was level-headed enough to keep her wits... for now.

When Crystal did finally return back to the bedroom after following the trail, she would discover her favorite binky, her favorite plush doll, and her giant lavender hair-bow all missing. She kept the bow on a giant stuffed dragoness, which had been stripped of the lavender dress it came in. Crystal had about had enough as she heard a noise in the closet. She opened it only see a cloud of glitter blown into her face. "Ow!" she squealed, "What the hell!? It's in my eyes!"

"Just relax hun... it's all part of the show." Illusion had recaptured that confident sass that Zhana always embraced to get things done. Meanwhile, Crystal was starting to tear up. The glitter would burn and sting for only a moment as it started to release the same hallucinogen as before into her eyes and bloodstream. Illusion lacked the lighting, but the darkness and psychedelic coloring in her eyes would have to suffice. Blackjack had taught her all she needed to see his instruction through.

"What did you do to me... this hurts and I can't see, get it out!"

"You need to do that yourself, and you need to do it in time to find all your stuff. Without it the illusion might not take."

"What... what illusion... wait. NO! Master promised!"

Crystal was not sure what was going on, but she was getting a bit scared and worried. This whole thing was a lot less fun than she anticipated. Meanwhile the room was silent as the colors started to blink and dance in her eyes. It was a rather disconcerting experience, and the drugs were starting to daze her and give her a feeling of weakness. Worse still, Illusion appeared to be gone. "zh... Zhana?... Zhana!! ZHANA!" she shrieked. She was afraid and very upset and her eyes continued to tear up, slowly washing her eyes out a bit so she could see through the colors, but everything was fuzzy. She saw an anthroid shape vanish from the doorway and went after her, making her way to the bathroom and the plush doll set in front of the mirror. She went to grab it, but was grabbed herself from behind. She screamed in surprise, but was soothed by Illusion's voice.

Illusion wrapped one soft arm around her belly and started fondling her chest as best she could with the fore hoof, making the bunny well aware of her body. She spoke gently but with a little firmness. "It's ok, little girl. You're one of my best friends and I won't hurt you... but plush bunnies are for little girls."

"I can be just ...just as much a little girl as anyone!" She was even snapping back like a child who wanted her doll back, but was not un-aroused by Illusion's attentions. Her attention was definitely divided, and she was quickly becoming physically and mentally dazed, nonetheless she remained quite physically aware, especially as the luxuriously fleecy arm graced her relatively tender belly. It was hard for Crystal to focus, but dammit she wanted her favorite cuddle toy back. The conflicting desires were brought immediately back to her fogged consciousness with Illusion's softly spoken words.

"Do you like how soft I am, Crystal...I'm easily as soft as your little bunny. Do you want to be soft?"

She was taking a cue from Blackjack this time... without the lighting and massive glitter pollution she would have to focus on other means, and it had sure as hell seemed to work on her.

"You know if you can be girly and cute enough, you might even be softer than me. Would you like that... would you like to be softer than me?

"I want Cheri-kun back!"

"I will give you back your dolly sweetie, if I know you're listening to me." She lifted a leg to rub against Crystal's bare leg, and pressed the soft hoof against the fur of her ankle as she kept rubbing the girl's belly. Crystal, just as Illusion had before, was beginning to feel Illusion's words. She certainly wanted to be as soft as Illusion, and her mind was playing tricks on her. Her immediate focus on an actual plush toy wasn't helping either, but Crystal was insistent. What she didn't realize was the slight whine in her voice as she started to behave more like Illusion wanted her to. She was having trouble seeing again as she started to tear up and whine for her dolly, confused and kinda scared like a little girl should be.

"Stop iiit! Give her back... she's miiine."

Illusion squeezed the bunny assertively, sending a shiver through her, and the distraction was definitely making easier for Crystal to have to listen to her words. That, and it was beginning to split her attention between the lonely doll and the sexy...soft pony plush. It wasn't that Illusion was strong (though she kinda was); it was that Crystal was nervous and felt very vulnerable, aroused, and heavily dazed. All she could perceive physically was how soft her body was starting to feel... soft and supple, and also a bit smaller. Mentally, the vulnerability and potent desire to hold the cute toy again... her best friend when Master wasn't there to hold her, was causing her to perceive only that childlike need for attention and protection, and perhaps a strong sense of feminine vulnerability. Illusion knew it was working, but Crystal needed to start to give in.

"I said only if you're listening, little girl. Tell me what I said, and you can have Cheri-kun back." Crystal started to cry. She wanted to yank away, but was as a little girl in a kidnapper's powerful (if freakishly soft) arms. She wanted to kick and scream, but Master was not coming to help her, and on some level she knew Illusion wouldn't hurt her. She just wanted her cutie-kun back.

"You...you said I have to be girly to be soft... please, I'll be as girly as you want... just give her back to me... she's gunna get scared." It was adorable, but a bit heart wrenching for Illusion. Crystal's tone had become cute in a begging puppy kinda way, and the rich imagination was extremely juvenile and girly, but Illusion had to know it was working. She softened her grip a bit and wrapped both arms around Crystal in a backwards hug, nuzzling her. They were both inflicted immediately with the intense softness of Illusion's body, but both could tell that Crystal's muscles had weaker more delicate movements. Crystal, however, was much more concerned with the focus the pony girl was stealing.

It was getting a bit too intense, so Illusion let her go and Crystal dove to grab the black stuffed bunny and snuggle her. She petted the toy rather intently as her ears started to fall flat against her head. They were not moving as easily, but Crystal didn't care. She just wanted to reassure the stuffed animal that it was ok. "You have earned back the soft now, next the little and cute before you can become Master's princess." Crystal just snuggled the rabbit.

" Hey...What's a good color for a pony?" Illusion insisted suddenly.

"What, I dunno... uh... blue!" Crystal was still reeling a bit, and answered shyly.

Illusion bent forward a bit and spoke quietly into her ear. "For a Crystal pony... What's a good color for Crystal pony? You better tell if you want your binky again." Illusion's voice was a tad condescending, and quite teasing, and was irritating the girl again, but also again splitting Crystal's focus.

"What's a ... where's binky?" Crystal had almost forgotten about the binky and the bowtie, as her ears began to rise again. Rapidly her focus was back on the pony. The actual pony that was tormenting her. The actual pony that was arousing her, even if it was unwelcomed. The word pony... in her aroused, dazed, and frightened state of mind, it was all becoming very distracting.

"Tell me a good color for a Crystal pony and I'll show you." Crystal was very frustrated and turned to whine again, as Illusion seemed to vanish. She was thinking white as she started to huff a little in annoyance. Crystal didn't know what was going on, but Illusion was carefully planting the thoughts in her head.

The adult baby's mind was all fogged and messed about as she started to look around, a bit frightened again, and still quite frustrated. Everything was still blurry and shadowy with no defined color, and it was hard to find her way about, and Illusion was playing hard games, and she was getting nervous, and feeling more helpless like a sheltered child.... As she was snuggling the bunny, not sure what immediately to do, she began to tear up again as she managed to get angry enough to shout "ZHAAN NAA!" before she heard a noise in the kitchen. She started to run into the kitchen, as she noticed her body still seemed softer, and she was more scared of the dark. Also, she seemed to have more trouble making her way around by sound, even with her large ears jolted straight up in instinctual fear. Eventually, on very light foot, she made it to the kitchen where she saw the binky rather high up on a top shelf above the counter, highlighted by a flashlight, so she could see it through the fog of tears and color. She looked for Illusion, but saw nothing, but she also didn't remember being quite so short. Either way she couldn't reach that when she was lucid. The increasingly grumpy girl whined in frustration as Illusion approached.

"Little and pink and white. Definitely too high for you to get to without a stepstool... maybe not even then."

"I'm not that short!" she whined.

Or was she? It didn't matter. She insisted with a slightly huffy whimper "Can I please have it back?"

"Do you think you're little enough to have something like that?"

"Fuck You, gimme the damn binky?" She tried to insist in the guise of attitude, but Illusion could see right through her as she clenched the bunny toy closely and intently.

"Now that doesn't sound very little at all." Crystal was angry, and she knew she was not a baby, but she apparently had to act like one for someone besides Blackjack. It was embarrassing. She didn't feel that way about Illusion. It wasn't fair.

"Why are you being so mean to me? You took Cheri-kun, and binky, and may favorite bow. Gimme back!" She was getting huffy again.

"Somebody's being a sassy little girl." Illusion began to raise her voice. "I guess you're big enough to get it yourself."

This was very upsetting to Crystal, and she lacked the mental capacity to deal with it. She was high as a kite, distracted by the forced focus on the plush pony, but scared and vulnerable. It was up there and she was too little and Illusion made her well aware of it. In the recesses of her mind she needed a grown-up, and the recesses were hardly recessed, and she wanted her binky, and she felt such a child, but Illusion could get it for her. She wanted to snap, but didn't want to be sassy as she continued to focus on the giant stuffed pony. There was a bit of sass in her voice, as she tried to lash out, but only ended up begging, feeling still even more little.

"Fine, may I please have the binky, Ma'am?" The weak attempt at sass beneath the whimper was kinda cute; Illusion again had the girl in her web.

"You speak little, but you don't sound little."

She sniffled. "May I pwease have my binkbink Miss Jana?"

Illusion would come to regret that later, but for now she was on a role.

"Take off your shoes and I will let you get it yourself."

Part of Crystal could tell the only way to get through all this was to play along, but on the surface she had to be nice to "Miss Zhana" if she wanted her binky back, and she did. Cheri-kun made her feel not lonely, but the binky made her feel secure, and to feel secure with all that was going on...with all the weird changes in her, she had to do exactly what the pony woman told her too. It was almost like Illusion had taken a maternal role in all this, and it continued to screw with Crystal's head.

Still with tears in her eyes, and a growing sense of need for "an adult" she fell to her bottom, rather easily in fact... it seemed oddly pleasurable and not that painful on the tile floor. As she took of her shoes, she at once felt the submissiveness of a child, but also the awkwardly soft movements of ... well it was weird. She barely noticed, with all the thoughts jumbled in her head, how clumsy her fingers were.

Illusion moved to lift her up onto the counter. Crystal was feeling lighter and suppler, but importantly for now, she was a lot more cooperative. "Ooh, soft little pretty pony." Crystal noticed too that she was softer, but didn't pay much mind to exactly what Illusion was saying in her altered state. As Illusion talked down to her and placed her carefully on the counter, Crystal would begin to notice other things. Crystal still had to crouch a little bit, but not nearly enough, but she was more worried about the sensation of Illusion's hooves. Crystal felt lighter and Illusions softness against her suppler form was quite nice to the dazed girl, and very assuring, again almost maternal... or at least like a sister, to the frightened child. She did feel soft... and while knew she was anthro, her hands were clumsy and her fingers numb, the high was hitting and her body was feeling so different. It was harder to hear; her ears didn't even scrape the ceiling, and her socked feet were so soft against the tile. As she reached for the binky all the things Illusion kept saying ran through her head, and with the soft bunny in one clumsy hand, while she stretched a bit to grab the binky, she was like a little girl on that counter... and a really soft bodied one. It was like Illusion's subliminal words were manifesting. Was this how she did it, either way, she managed to fumble the binky back in her mouth and Illusion picked her up again. It felt...nice. Crystal's body was indeed softer, it had to be the high, but she was staring to only understand what Illusion was saying. When her socked feet hit the ground it definitely felt...different, like stepping on pillows... and was she still getting smaller? Her dress fit wrong.

Crystal definitely felt shorter. She took a look at her hands... even in the fogginess of her eyes it seemed they had no form... no fingers like... like hooves. But she was jarred as Illusion patted her nose playfully and she noticed more taste to the binky and a strange feeling on her face. "Such a cute little one!" Crystal was continuing to feel more vulnerable as the effects of the drugs seemed to taper. The little girl with her soft plushy, and her childish binky was confused and a bit alarmed as she saw and heard Illusion suddenly move into the living room. At the same time she felt so much safer with binky and Cheri-kun to look after her. Even Crystal knew the doll wasn't real, but the childishness was almost implanting itself. More so, she felt more attached to Illusion... in all honestly it translated more as a big sister than anything, but the reliance was there, and the bond was forming. Still, if that was the case big sister still stole Cheri and was being kinda mean... she was so confused.

She followed and her whole body felt decidedly softer and littler... maybe even cuter. She saw Blackjack on the couch fidgeting with what looked like the dragon's dress, and Illusion presenting the bow from the chair across from him. Crystal wanted it back, but she knew she had to play nice. Miss Illusion was a grown-up and... well so was Crystal, but... but she wanted her bowtie back. It made her feel so pretty and a princess has to be beautiful. Crystal couldn't quite grab the binky, so she just let it fall from her mouth. "Miss Illusion, can I please have my bow back?" Her ears wanted to fall flat against her head as she spoke like a little girl, but Crystal had little control over them. Either way the submissive vulnerability seemed well established.

"This beautiful bow is for an especially cute little girl. Are you especially cute?" As Crystal looked towards her Master passively, she saw him getting up to approach her. She was immediately quite confused. The game wasn't over, but was he gunna help her, or... She didn't really know what to think as she looked at him with wide eyes, still rather alarmed form all that had happened. Master... are you, can I, is she?" "Answer her babydoll. Beyond that, he was silent, as he simply kissed her cheek and started undressing her. At once Crystal was feeling incredibly vulnerable and nervous. Master was there, but he wasn't ... he was supposed to... Her eyes started to tear up again as the short, but quite mature, female form was exposed to her tormentor... but she was also immediately reminded of her body. She could feel the dress move against her now very soft breasts, and the fabric, now too big, easily slip off her smooth "skin." She looked at her hooves again and over herself as her vision was returning. She had no fingers at all, and she couldn't hear the same, or move her face or ears the same... It didn't quite hit just yet, as she looked at Illusion looking at her naked form and holding the bowtie teasingly. Crystal started to immediately tear up and shiver a bit. "But Master, she took binky, and she his Cheri-kun in the dark, and she got scared, and..."

"Hey! I said answer her. Are you gunna disobey me?" It was hard for Blackjack to ignore his babygirl's tears, but one thing he trusted was that Illusion would not be cruel or callous. As Crystal looked back at Illusion, not at all sure whether to snap or whine or cry, Blackjack then snuck something fluffy but not quite soft onto her now naked womanhood. She looked down to see the Diaper, immediately reinforcing Crystal's arousal as the slightly plastic fabric wrapped around her very soft form. She also saw her feet. The socks were gone, leaving only speckles of pink in her new fuzzy hooves. It all started to set in as she was wrapped into it. She was being wrapped in the identify of a little pony girl, and a very very soft one at that

"I think Master wants you to be as cute as you possibly can, and this bow will help, but are you cute enough to wear it?" Illusion resumed the original line of questioning.

"I'm a little pony," She whimpered softly as she looked up at Illusion. "What's cuter than that?" Crystal shyly stared to make a cute pose, before she was again interrupted by Blackjack.

The image was looking to become complete as he pulled up her arms and slipped the lavender dress over her, now perfectly fitted to her body. It immediately reminded her of her entire plush form, from her speckled pink and white hooves, to her erotically soft and sensitive body, to the touch of the diaper against the delicate and highly aroused flesh. She would have blushed if she could, as she took a pose and smiled for Illusion, even with eyes still damp and body still trembling lightly.

Illusion could not deny the girl anymore as she smiled and approached Blackjack with the bow. "Nothing that I can think of." She offered it to him and he looked at her sternly for a moment and then smiled and pushed her head downwards until she knelt... reinforcing her new status. Then he took the bow and tied a pony tail into Crystal's new mane with it.

"Go get the loose mirror form the bathroom Illusion. Let's see how my little princess looks." She immediately went to get the mirror, but was gone for a moment longer than expected. As Blackjack knelt down and looked over the new doll, he almost started to tear up himself at the lovely little doll Illusion had brought out of his beloved.

She was shorter, about a foot, but he still had to look up form this angle. The timing was perfect as the lights came back on. Blackjack's eyes lit up and finally welled a bit, only making the doll want to blush all the more, if she could have, at least. She asked very shyly and with a great deal of hesitation leftover from the ordeal, but also from being suddenly very nervous. "Am I... am I pretty for you, Master?" Illusion returned with the mirror. "See for yourself..." he looked under the dress at her hip. "...Tiara."

She turned towards the mirror and it...it was possibly the most adorable thing she ever saw, and... it was her. Standing about 4 feet tall, the white furred plush was quite the little pony. Her stout but shapely thighs barely showed under the purple skirt, but were definitely well contrasted by the tapered pony plush legs. The socks were gone, leaving the slight pink highlight in her hoof fur. The dress had to work to contain her still fair sized breasts and definitely gave attention to her very feminine form. Even so, the pink horse hair mane tied in a ponytail in the back and the wide pink eyes on the slightly large head accentuated childlike features. A smile slowly overtook her snout as Illusion handed back the black plush bunny with the Lolita dress and spats, and Blackjack smiled playfully as he put the binky back in her mouth. She was quite childish, in body and to some extent in her behavior, but was still as cognizant, emotionally complex, and well formed as any adult.

"You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life..." Blackjack placed the tiara on her head. "My little princess doll." She looked up at him intently, still with a bit of fear in her eyes, and lifted her arms hesitantly, still with the doll in hand. Blackjack could not and would not resist as he lifted up his babydoll, hugged her tight and nuzzled her warmly and ecstatically as she wrapped herself around him. "See, it's all ok now, little girl. I'd never have let anything bad happen to you or to Cheri-kun. Ok?" Crystal nodded slightly and cuddled intently. Everything was ok again, better even. Illusion gave them the moment until their muzzles parted. Blackjack glanced down at her. Tiara too turned her head and smiled softly. Illusion started to smile a bit at the couple, proud of her work, as she softly spoke. "I'm glad I could help."

"You aren't anywhere to close to finished helping, but right now, I'm gunna take my baby doll and spend some time with her. I know you're still horny, doll... but Tiara had to wait her turn, now you have to wait yours. You can rest on the couch for now." He took the quiet and insistently snuggly Tiara into the bedroom, closed and locked the door. Illusion was indeed still quite needy, but it seemed her new Master had plans for her, and for all her tricks and traps, she was now the one trapped... and she would have to wait to see all of Blackjack's cards.

To be continued.