Makeover Machine Ch 01

"Oh, Rainbow Dash, sweetheart. I'm so grateful to you. I feel so much better knowing you're looking after my home!" Rarity's voice was full of thankfulness as she gazed up at her friend.

Rainbow Dash always liked being thanked, especially from Rarity. "Don't worry, Rarity. When you come back, there will be no trace of dirt as if nobody has ever been."

Rarity passed her the keys, her slim fingers were slightly touching Rainbow's hands. "Oh, and please keep an eye on Opal, okay? And don't let Sweetie Belle stay up gaming all night. I'll be home next weekend."

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "I'll get everything under control. Have a blast on your trip!"

Once Rarity's car pulled away, Rainbow Dash stepped inside, dropping her bag by the door.

She looked around the well-furnished rooms. She then turned and saw the living room where Sweetie Belle was lying on her stomach.

She was totally hooked on this game. She didn't even notice Rainbow Dash hanging around.

The weekend had gone off without issues. Everything was taken care of by Dashie. The house was kept clean and Sweetie Belle was kept off of the problems list. However, by Monday, boredom started creeping in on Rainbow.

"Gosh! It's so boring here." Rainbow complained as she settled down on a soft couch. She checked the time on her phone. Sweetie wouldn't be back from school for a while.

With nothing better to do, Rainbow started roaming around the house. It was her first time solo in Rarity's home. She was drawn to Rarity's bedroom like a magnet. What kind of secrets does her friend hold?

Rarity's room was loaded with beauty stuff and racks of vibrant clothes made from soft, rich fabrics. Rainbow ran her fingers along the gorgeous dresses.

"Don't like dresses. I would never wear them even if Rarity gave me ten." Her eyes went from one thing to the thing, and at last she discovered something completely out of place.

She noticed an ultra-modern, high-tech robot lying in the corner. It was tall like a wardrobe, having a smooth, metallic surface, six of its arms. The base of the machine rested on sturdy, spider-like legs.

"What is this?" she muttered.

Curiosity to the strange machine brought her closer and, not even knowing, she inadvertently pressed a button on its panel. The thing buzzed to life, its legs shifting slightly to steady itself. The arms started unfolding with a quiet hum. Rainbow jumped back, her pulse racing, suddenly feeling afraid.

Suddenly, the robot's chilly metal arms snapped around her wrists.

"Hey!! Unhand me!" Rainbow Dash yelled. But no matter how hard she tried to escape, the metallic robot hands tightened like a vise. She was lifted off the ground.

The machine whirred around her. Its sensors scanned her from head to toe. Her protests were drowned out by the loud hums and clicks as various compartments opened, revealing an array of beauty tools and supplies.

"This is not cool!" Rainbow Dash yelled. She tried to break free again, but the machine was relentless. "Rarity, I'm gonna kill you for this!"

The first arm approached with a soft brush, gently applying a pink hue to her eyelids. Another arm followed, adding black mascara and a winged eyeliner. Despite her squirming, the machine continued its meticulous work, transforming her face with precision.

"Oh, come on! Not the makeup!" Rainbow Dash cried with annoyance as she sensed the cold lipstick on her lips. The machine coated a shiny and glossy pink hue onto them.

Then the mechanical arms began applying a matching shade of pink polish to her nails. She could only watch in horror as the mechanical arms added golden bracelets and heart-shaped earrings to her ensemble.

"This is a nightmare," Dash mumbled humiliatingly to herself. The machine's hands moved on to her hair, and began styling it into Rarity's signature curls. The robot hand grasped the bottle of fragrance and started spreading its content on Rainbow's skin. The smell of floral perfume filled the air quickly and tickled Dash's nostrils.

At last, the machine pulled out a pale pink long-sleeve crop top, a belt-embellished

white skirt with a light blue heart-shaped diamond, and also white high-heeled boots.

The final piece was the gem pendant on her neck.

The machine finally released her and held out a mirror. Rainbow looked in the mirror and gasped.

"Oh. No, no, no!" she cried out.

"This isn't me!!" she said, tugging at the jewelry and wobbling on those tall heels. But everything was fastened so tightly that removing them from the body was a real challenge.

All of a sudden, the door squeaked and opened. Sweetie Belle stepped inside. Her eyes got huge from the sight.

"Wow, Rainbow Dash, is it really you?" she giggled. "You look almost like Rarity. Bet she won't be thrilled you're playing with her stuff."

Rainbow Dash's cheeks went bright red. "This is not funny, Sweetie! Better help me get this stuff off!!"

But before she could escape, the machine's arms grabbed Rainbow again.

Sweetie Belle shook her head. "No. Sorry. Looks like I'm going to play my PonyStation's games all day today while you're learning some manners, Miss Dashie. He-he."

This time, the robot guided her towards a treadmill that unfolded from the wall. "Seriously? A treadmill?" Rainbow Dash groaned, her annoyance growing stronger. The machine beeped, indicating it was about to start.

The treadmill started at a slow pace, forcing Rainbow Dash to balance on the heels. She wobbled, but the machine's arms steadied her, keeping her from falling.

Hours felt like days as Rainbow Dash was forced to walk back and forth, the pace gradually increasing until she was strutting like a runway model. The machine wouldn't let her leave until her walk was impeccable, each step confident and poised.

Next, the mechanical arms positioned her in front of a full-length mirror. "Now what?" she grumbled. The machine brought out a small sign, displaying instructions she had to follow.

"I'm beautiful... I'm perfect... I'm the most fabulous girl in the world..." She read them aloud. The frustration was clear in her voice. The words felt so foreign and ridiculous.

The machine beeped angrily, indicating she needed to say it with more conviction. "I'm beautiful! I'm perfect! I'm the most fabulous girl in the world!!!" She cringed but kept repeating it until the machine was satisfied.

The machine then moved her to another part of the room, where it began teaching her various female positions. Rainbow Dash can't help but obey the commands of this stupid machine. Eventually, it would stop or its battery would finally deplete; it wouldn't last forever, Rainbow thought.

She curved her spine, pushed her hip out, and threw out some over-the-top poses, each one clumsier than the one before.

"See, I'm a supermodel now. Satisfied?" she grumbled. But the robot hasn't finished with her yet. It pulled up some paper for her to read, making her practice flirting.

"This is so stupid," she whispered, refusing to continue.

The robotic arms weren't backing off, though. Dash began practicing tossing out winks, fluttering her lashes, playing with her hair, and blowing kisses right in front of the robot.

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Rainbow Dash let out a tired groan as the robot's nonstop beeping yanked her out of sleep. Still half-asleep, she tried to swat the sound away, but the metal hands gripped her tight and tugged her out of bed.

"What now?" she snapped, annoyed.

The robotic arm passed her a crisp, folded note. Dashie huffed, then opened it up.

"Prepare Sweetie Belle's breakfast and bring it to her in bed," she read aloud with sarcasm.

"Breakfast? Seriously?" Rainbow muttered, rolling her eyes.

The machine beeped, as if urging her to get moving. The machine's arms pushed her gently towards the kitchen.

"Why should I do this? It's not my duty," she muttered to herself, flipping pancakes angrily.

Finally, breakfast was ready, and Dash threw it together on a tray, placing a glass of orange juice too.

She grabbed it and walked toward Sweetie Belle's room. The robot tagged along. The door was ajar, so Rainbow just opened it with her hip.

Sweetie Belle was still asleep. She looked satisfied -- probably from gaming all night long.

"Your breakfast is ready, Miss Sweetie," Rainbow said, trying to sound cheerful.

Sweetie Belle shifted, blinking awake and wiping her eyes.

She cracked up the second she saw Rainbow Dash standing there in her ridiculous, maid outfit. "Wow, Kimberly really taught you some manners, he-he."

Rainbow's face went red. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Here's your breakfast."

Sweetie Belle took the tray and set it on her lap. "Thanks, Rainbow. I regret that I stayed up way too late playing PonyStation's games. I'm so tired."

The robot's arms gently nudged Rainbow to Sweetie's bed. She had one more instruction to follow -- a foot massage while Sweetie eats.

Rainbow sighed to herself but didn't argue. She plopped down on the edge of the bed.

Sweetie took a bite of her pancake and then looked expectantly at Rainbow. "Well? Are you going to do something for me?"

Dash knelt at the foot of the bed and gently took Sweetie Belle's foot in her hands. She started massaging it. "This is so humiliating," she muttered, more to herself than to Sweetie Belle.

Rainbow's hands worked over Sweetie Belle's foot. She kneaded the arch and pressed her thumbs into the heel. Rainbow noticed the soft, flowery smell of Sweetie's shampoo still hanging around her.

"You know, Miss Dashie, you're pretty good at cooking and massaging." Sweetie Belle began. "Maybe you should do it for me every morning? He-He."

Rainbow Dash was clearly not thrilled. "Don't get used to it. This is a one-time thing."

Sweetie giggled and wiggled her toes. "Who knows, maybe you will change your mind, Dash."

Rainbow scowled but continued the massage. "As soon as I figure out how to shut that stupid robot off, I'm out of here."

"Mm, that's so nice," Sweetie mumbled.

After a bit, Sweetie finished her food and pushed the tray away. She bounced out of bed and grabbed her school clothes. "Thanks for the breakfast and the foot rub, Dashie."

Rainbow rolled her eyes as Sweetie got dressed. "Yeah, whatever. Just get moving so you're not late for school."

"I hope the same tomorrow morning." Sweetie said to Rainbow and skipped out the door.

Once breakfast was done, the robot nudged Dash toward Rarity's room for another round of training. Rainbow felt a twist of irritation but sucked it up, knowing she had to tough it out until she could break free.

But Rainbow didn't find a way to turn off the robot. All week, the machine was relentless. Every day it brought some new tasks. Dash started acting more feminine, just to avoid the machine's anger. She was wiped out -- body and mind -- and just wanted Rarity to come home already from her vacation.

When Rarity finally showed up, Rainbow was at the door, looking flawless but faking a smile. "Rainbow Dash, you look amazing!" Rarity gushed, practically glowing with delight.

Rainbow leaned close, her voice a desperate whisper. "Rarity. I'm so glad... please, help me! This machine made me wear this!"

"But, Rainbow Dash, you look so beautiful! Kimberly, hold her still."

"What? Rarity, wait -- no!" But it was too late. The robot's arms locked onto her before she could move.

"Rarity... what are you doing?" Rainbow's eyes begged with her friend for an understanding and mercy.

Rarity stepped in, brushing her fingers along Rainbow's cheek. "You've outdone yourself, Rainbow. And you deserved a little reward," she murmured.

Rainbow opened her mouth to protest, but Rarity cut her off with a deep kiss, their lips pressed tight. The robot held her in place, letting Rarity take her time, enjoying every second.

Rarity's kiss was mesmerizing. Her tongue dancing with Rainbow Dash's. Rarity finally pulled away and Dashie gasped for breath.

"R-Rarity, what was it?! I don't like girls!!" Rainbow Dash muttered in a shaky, angry voice.

"Oh, darling. Sorry, but today you belong to me and now I will teach you to love them."

Rarity's fingers were busy undoing the buttons on the short top, showing off Rainbow's breasts. The machine's arms moved in to help, carefully sliding off the white skirt and pink underwear, leaving Rainbow Dash's pussy exposed.

"Rarity... please... stop this madness!" Rainbow Dash whispered with fear in her voice.

"Relax, Dashie. I promise you will enjoy it." Rarity said softly. She leaned in and kissed Rainbow's neck. Rainbow let out a small groan.

Rarity's hands glided along Rainbow's hips while the machine shifted her, parting her legs and showing off her unshaved and slightly smelly pussy. Rarity dropped to her knees. "You're so gorgeous, so sexy and dirty. But I like this odor." she darted out her tongue, playfully brushing against Rainbow's pussy.

Rainbow Dash gasped. Her body was tensing as pleasure shot through her. "Oh, damn, Rarity. Stop... this. I'm not... a lesbian." she moaned.

Rarity's tongue danced around with skill, licking and sucking on Rainbow's smelly clit, sending shivers of pure bliss through her.

Her fingers joined in, sliding into Rainbow Dash's wet pussy to hit that perfect spot. Without even thinking, Rainbow's legs squeezed tighter around Rarity's face, craving more.

Rainbow's mind was a haze of pleasure. "Rarity,... please...stop..." she begged. But her voice was breaking.

Rarity showed no mercy. Her tongue and fingers continued their relentless assault on Rainbow's pussy.

Right when Dash felt like she couldn't take any more and was on the verge of an orgasm, Rarity commanded the machine to adjust its position again, lifting Dash's legs higher and spreading them even further apart.

Rarity stood up, putting her clothes away and revealing her perfectly sexy, flawless white form.

Then Rarity walked to the table. Rainbow Dash's heart raced as she watched Rarity put on a double-sided strap-on. She felt hopeless. She squirmed. But the machine's grip was unyielding. But that feeling made her pussy tingle.

Rarity's eyes gleamed with lust as she approached her. The dildo was bobbing with each step. She ran her finger along Rainbow's cheek, then down her neck, stopping just above her chest. Rainbow's nipples became firm. "Are you ready for me, darling? It's time for real fun!" she said.

Rainbow Dash bit her lip. Her mind has a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Rarity, I don't like that... I can't move. This is... it's too much. Release me please..."

Rarity leaned in. Her breath was hot against Rainbow's ear. "Shhh, darling. Believe me. You'll love this." She kissed Rainbow Dash deeply again. Her tongue was exploring every inch of her friend's mouth.

Rainbow Dash's breath hitched as Rarity guided the dildo to her entrance of her pussy, teasing her with the tip.

"Rarity, please... I'm not a lesbian. Release me please..," she said barely audible now, but her body was aching with desire.

With a slow, deliberate push, Rarity entered her. The feeling hit hard. Rainbow Dash gasped. Her head tipping back as Rarity filled her pussy completely. "Oh!"

Rarity began to move. Her thrusts were steady and deep. Each one was sending jolts of pleasure through Rainbow's body.

"You feel so good, Dashie," she murmured. "So tight and wet for me."

Rainbow Dash's head was spinning with how good it felt, her back curving with every thrust. The machine held her tight, locking her in place, making her take every inch of Rarity's strap-on. "Oh Celestia"

Her whole body started shaking as the orgasm crept up. Being stuck there, totally under Rarity's power, was a wild thrill. Rarity's thrusts became more erratic. Her own moans of pleasure mingled with Rainbow's.

She picked up speed, crashing into Rainbow harder and harder. "You like being my little plaything, don't you? I can tell just by looking at you," she teased.

Those humiliating words pushed Rainbow Dash over the edge. And she let out a yell, her pussy clenched around Rarity's strap-on as the pleasure exploded through her.

Rarity continued to fuck her through the orgasm. "That's it, darling!" she said, her own climax approaching.

With a final, deep thrust, Rarity let out a moan. Her own orgasm shook her. Both of them were sweaty and warm.

The machine finally let go, and Rainbow Dash could move again. She collapsed into Rarity's arms.

"Rarity," she whispered. "I didn't think... I would like it, but..."

Rarity smiled widely. "Did you like it?"

Rainbow Dash nodded. "Yeah. I did. The bondage. The control... it was amazing."

Rarity's eyes lit up. "I'm so glad you liked it!"

Rainbow Dash asked shyly. "Maybe we can continue such sessions another time?"

Rarity grinned. "Certainly! Rainbow! And remember, from now on you're mine, darling. Get used to it."

"Yes, Rarity, I'm yours," Rainbow Dash replied, her voice now shaking with lust and submission.