Title: Prompt: Dress Raider entry 2: The Dressening Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/v927pei5 First Edit: Tuesday 16th of September 2014 11:42:01 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 16th of September 2014 11:42:01 PM CDT I woke up and immediately knew that I was in a hopeless situation. No use bothering to wonder where you are, why it's dark, or why it's damp. Whenever you’re bound to a chair immediately after a vicious firefight, this brief period of respite before the horrible torture and dismemberment follows is usually your chance to think up of some last regrets...Fuck I was drawing blanks. Maybe not killing my wife?  Then again she started it. If that headache went away I’d think up of something better...Then that horrible realization dawned on me. It’s a small wonder I didn’t realized it earlier.   I never wore underwear.   Some asshole thought it’d be hilarious if he put me in a dress. Not any dress though. This was the frilliest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. He even completed the look with some panties that were tight in all the wrong places. The dress was immaculately clean, and to my disgust, so was I. By Luna's dripping marecunt, if I wandered back into my gang they'd probably keep me as a fucktoy. Sneaking into Tennpony would’ve been the easiest thing in the world in this get-up as long as I sucked the guard’s dicks enough.   At the time, I didn’t know any words in the Equestrian language to describe the level of rage I felt. Now, I think I’d say I was in an apoplectic state of being. I trashed back and forth in the chair shouting every kind of obscenity at the fuckers who did this to me. To my surprise I began to hear some hoofsteps in the darkness. More of my tormentor’s appearance came into view and I stopped yelling as I saw her in full light.   A ghoul, a beautiful one. I never thought those two words could exist in one sentence. But she somehow managed to look slightly better than most of the mare’s I used to bed. Not too much of an accomplishment if she wasn’t dead for 200 years but still impressive enough. She examined me through her shattered spectacles, and lifted her eye patch, giving me a sight to something a little less pretty about her. “Cheerio! You are the impudent mare who tried to evict me from my home yestermorn, did you not?” My rage started anew.   “I’m not a mare you crazy cunt! Let me the fuck out of here and maybe I *will* just kill you before I fuck the corpse!”   “I see...My mistake” I smiled and was about to spit out more insults, but the ghoul beat me to the punch “You must be an overgrown filly then. Only a child could throw a tantrum such as this.”   “NO! FUCK OFF! I’m a stallion missus, got it? I have a second horn in my pan- underwear, alright? How ‘bout you start sucking on it!” To my surprise she actually lifted my dress up and examined it closely. I got a half chub, thinking that maybe she was going to take this in a direction I’d like. But then she set my dress back into order with a shake of her head.   “There is no way those could be the genitals of a stallion.”   “WHAT.”   “You are misinformed on such matte-”   “WHAAT!?”   “Stallion’s genitals happen to be of a certain length and that does n-”   “WHAAAATTT THE FUCK!?”   “In closing, you can lay any delusions of yours to rest, for you happen to be biologically female.” My anger passed the event horizon. It had traveled the farthest reaches of the multi-verse and witnessed things that would kill lesser emotions. And when it returned to me he called himself ‘Despair’.   “Okay...just rape me and rip my entrails out please. Or fuck it, vice versa. I want to die with whatever remains of my dignity.” She chuckled in a restrained way.   “I can sadly say as of now you do not have any Dignity. Even lowly peasants have better etiquette than you. Worse of all, I think you may never find a suitable stallion to sire you an heir...” I snickered first, but then the realization came of what she might make me do. ”All is not lost! That is why I have taken you under my wing. And to make up for you and your miscreant comrades for taking away my estate.”   I held back a whimper, but the ghoul must’ve caught it “Now now, it shall not be miserable, unless you want it to be. It will be a bit more...rigorous than what I usually do. You see, I tend to keep this charity work to a minimum of 3 days, those lessons tend to be enough to turn one into a proper mare. But I shall keep you for 2 weeks instead.” Despite that I probably would’ve denied it before, I nodded.   “Yes Mrs...”   “Mrs. Rhapsody. Now, let’s get you into bed!” she tapped her hooves and out came 2 feral ghouls with ordinate bomb collars. The ‘servants’ lifted me in my chair and escorted me to my bed. That night, as I lay in my bed, I swore that I wouldn’t break to her will. That’d I’d find a way to kill her and put this past me...Yeah that plan didn’t really work out that well. Even right then, I was starting to actually like how the panties felt...   ****************************************************************************************   T’was a rainy and miserable day. Even with my raincoat and umbrella my mane was starting to go on the fritz. Such a pity, the day before one could see a few golden rays of Celestia’s (bless her) holy sun gracing the vile wasteland below the puffy grey clouds. But I guess that day held special qualities, what with it being my final day of instruction. And as I passed her final test I will keep the image of her warm smile against the sunset close to my heart.   I find it peculiar whenever I remember the pony I was 2 weeks ago. How uncouth he was! No wonder I could never find a suitor for myself. Under Madame Rhapsody's careful eye I had grown and learned so much in that time that I forgot just how fast it was...so it goes I suppose.   But Madame Rhapsody had given me a mission. She did not explicitly instruct me on what it was, but she also taught me how to look at the finer details. She already allowed me free choice of the wardrobe I could take back to my estate with me, and yet in my bag I found 8 sets of one specific outfit.   It was a rather elegant Maid Dress, but none of them were fit for me.