Done entirely of my own will and not at the command of my mistress, hypnodreamsearcher, a depiction of recent events was most certainly in order.

“Ehehehehe, don’t try to play if you can’t keep up!” The spry little Hoffi giggled as they continued to toss sphere after sphere at the assaulting pony. “I- I’m- I’m~~” The spheres continued to swiftly bounce around as they bashed Dream’s face and scuffed her clothing. The spheres’ magic were potent, but she had come prepared. “I’ve~~” Another ball hit her to the gut. “WILL YOU STOP IT WITH THE BALLS WHEN I’M TRYING TO MONOLOGUE?” The pony huffed, taking a few more spry steps to dodge the shots. Without their magic, they would do little else but HURT, especially with the force the little toy threw them at.

“Now why would I? You’re cheatin’, so I shouldn’t play fair either! ;p” their voice was grating, one could feel the emoticon at the end just seeping even when unspoken, especially as they stood, sticking their tongue out at her. Dream gritted her teeth, tiring of this whole charade.

“I’ve had it with your ‘playtime’! Those things hurt, and you’re doing little but wasting my time!” she shouted, clearly ticked off at their lack of seriousness. “When I’m through with you, you’ll wish we were ‘playing’!” With a step of her hoof, she bounded forward, dodging the toy’s reflexive ball shots. Getting close, she took a swing at the figure, but its spry figure simply flexed all the way back, dodging the attack. “Youuu….” Dream’s hands tensed, as she took another bound forward and a swing, the enbie dodging again, followed by a kick and a miss, and another kick and a miss. The pony continued to chase the toy ineffectually, its springy figure letting it deftly avoid each attempted swing as it sprung across the room. The pony’s anger seethed and grew with each bounce of the toy, as they could always get close but never land a hit. “Can you hold still so I can deal with you already!?” she shouted, her rage at a new high.

“No. :P” the toy giggled as it continued to bounce higher and higher. “But you can watch this!” With a wide, smug smile, Hoffi stopped for a moment and bent down before slamming her bare foot against the ground. In a flash, she launched up into the air, brushing her hand against the ceiling in their feat of athletic prowess. “What do you think of that? ;p” the toy asked, smug with their aptitude.

“It’s perfect.” The pony’s tone twisted to a full assuredness as her mouth crept into a sly grin. In an instant, she gripped her remote and pressed one of the buttons, the roof of the ceiling opening nearby, allowing a singular tendril to pop loose and rush at the cute little enbie. With nothing to flex or bend against, she could do nothing as it quickly produced what appeared to be a small antenna, and jabbed it into her rubbery head. Fussing, Hoffi tried to pull it from her head, but it was no use, as it had fully integrated in and taken effect, as her form suddenly seized up, its momentum halting as she suddenly fell to the ground. She tried to stand up straight once more, but found herself going bow legged, as it became harder to concentrate. The latex clad pony simply clapped as she approached the helpless toy.

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” Dream laughed, before halting herself in her pain, still circling the struggling figure. “You know, your rubber gimmick really hurts,” she said as she caressed her face. “but I know all about your powers. That bucket of bolts had a lot of records about you… something about a ticking obsession, too; but what I really care about is your ability to transform things.” Dream continued to approach, brandishing her remote. “And now that you’re under my control, I’m gonna find out just what you really can do.” Her grin twisted further, only held back by the pain in her face. “First, take off those shorts and that sash, they’re ill fitting for a slave.” She pressed a button on the remote, and instantly the struggling form locked up, their eyes glazing as a spiraling pattern begun to course through them. Wincing across the little enbie’s face quickly gave way to a blank stare, as her mouth loosened to a slight smile.

“Yes mistress! anything you desire~!” she said, her annoyingly saccharine tone still present, but underscored by a distinct, almost robotic, undertone. In a smooth and swift motion, her flexible form quickly pulled the sash from it and slid the shorts from her legs, exposing the full high cut unitard underneath, before returning to an at attention position.

Dream smiled and laughed, still strained from the pain. “Yes, you’re fully under my control!” She cheered to herself lightly, glad that both her invention and her plan had worked without a hitch, at least until the pain brought back her strain again. “And quite the handful, honestly…” she continued to grasp her face, before her attention refocused. “So, you like reshaping people, eh? I think I can put that to far better use.”

Hoffi simply stood at attention, coyly smiling. “Yes, Mistress. You are always right.”

“And what better place than to start here?” Dream said coyly, readying her hand on the remote. “Slave, shape of pony.” With a press of her latex-clad thumb on the button, the command registered in the toy’s head, their coy smile at the ready as they took in their Mistress’ command.

“Right away. Slave loves to obey Mistress.” She said softly, as her hands begun to glow, pointed right at her own form. Quickly, her magic coursed through her form as it twisted and squeezed her parts, her waist cinching to impossibly thin thickness, its mass shifting into her hips and breasts. Her bulge smoothed out, as it became yet another smooth surface, perfect for signifying her position as a drone, as the rest of her body altered in other ways, each twist and shift filled with the transformative pleasure her powers had. Reflexively, Hoffi took to tippy toe as the toes begun to fuse, leaving only a circular pad, the rest of the lower legs expanding, stretching out the bands on her ankles. The reshaping doubled up the joints of her knees, leaving her even more wobbly than the pleasure had her before. Just above her rear, a burgeoning pressure erupted, as a large, ponytail shaped mass of green rubber propped out, forming an actual pony tail, large and bouncy. Her face would not escape the changes, as its shaping twisted and contorted, her large nose pulling out and lining up with her mouth, creating a long snout, much like her mistress’. Small protrusions appeared from the top of her head, as the once earless figure now bared a cute pair of pony ears. Rounding out the changes a small marking begun to appear on both of her hips, bearing a green dodgeball with golden action lines, bearing much resemblance to the rubbery spheres she herself threw.

“Good Workhorse.” Dream said smugly as she looked over her new slave, biting her lip. It truly was a piece of work, and an excellent new toy for her collection. There was only one thing missing… With a press of the button on her remote, the slave instinctively took to work, altering their mark further. A spiral shape quickly spun forth underneath their cutie mark, giving proper signification of just who this toy belonged to. Dream could do little but smile; as this slave was simply the first in the long line of ponies to come.

Dream Searcher @ hypnodreamsearcher (dead link)
Hoffi… is me, silly ;p