Into the Vanessaverse

Friendly meet-ups were an exciting time for Agent, in part because of how few he was invited to. It wasn’t deliberate; schedules and distance tended to factor into his social fun, as did his consistent anxiety. At least Vanessa was around constantly, though he was more the object of her attention than an equal, a fact that irked him.

Thus, when Agent was invited to meet up with Ace-his favorite pony enthusiast and fellow wearer of red shirts-he simply couldn’t pass this golden opportunity up. He had made sure to put on his best red shirt, merrily walking along to his house at the precise time between absurdly early and fashionably early.

He knocked on the door gently, and was surprised when the door itself creaked open slightly, pushed by his own knuckles. This was only moderately concerning to Agent, however; living with a witch did serve to dull his comprehension of the bizarre. And besides, Ace may be pulling a joke. So he walked inside.

“Hello?” he called, uncertain where his friend may be. No response, however, had met him. Raising an eyebrow, Agent then walked in deeper, up the stairs to Ace’s bedroom.

His room was as Agent last left it, with the bed made and his plush collection still as it was, with maybe an addition or two. No sign of Ace here either, beyond his trademark red polo resting on the bed, unfolded and exposed. Agent glanced at the polo, giving an eye roll and a smirk.

“Oh no, where could Ace be?” he said, with mock confusion. “All I see his polo, coincidentally where Are should have been.”

He had seen this play out far too often. Shapeshifters and the sort loved to play pranks like this, remaining inanimate until he approached. Then they would surprise him with a silly face or, for the more aggressive types, an ambush. As the seconds passed, Agent tapped his foot.

“Okay, Ace, fun’s over,” he said. “Come on, change back.”

The polo remained still. Agent began having doubts about his theory, and his concern rose once more. He approached, poking the polo gently. Not even a shiver.

“It does look pretty cool though,” he admitted, admiring the polo itself. Partially why he and Ace got along so well, because it was a very sharp-looking article of clothing. He kind of wanted one for his own, and well, if Ace wasn’t here, he could give it a shot, then take it off. Cheaper than going to the store to try one on.

He lifted the polo up, inspecting how soft it was and how light it felt. He started slipping it over his head, poking his face through the primary hole, his arms following suit with their own holes. The rest of the polo slipped down to fit Agent perfectly-

Ace gasped suddenly, blinking heavily, his mind racing. A body again! But…Was it his own? He felt so different.

He inspected his mirror, seeing Agent’s body staring back at him, glasses and all. He yelped, stepping backward in shock. He started patting his face, his stomach, touching everything he could to confirm his shock.

“Am I in Agent’s body for real?” he asked. “This is nuts.”

I’ll tell you what’s nuts, a voice said in his head. Being stuck as a backseat driver in my own head.

Ace twisted around, surprised. “W-who’s there?” he asked.

It’s Agent, Agent said from an unknown location. And, uh…I’m kinda in you right now.

“Agent?” Ace was surprised. “It really is you, huh? Um, sorry for hijacking your body here.”

It’s a first for me too, Agent admitted. But think back. What happened before I got here?

“Okay, well…” Ace started concentrating on his memories. It was hard; interspersed with his original thoughts were those of Agent’s, blended so well that Ace had trouble sifting through the mess. But he did recall minding his own business, resting, when…

“I remember now,” Ace nodded. “Vanessa visited shortly before you came in. I think…I think she turned me into my own polo for a joke.” He performed a double-take. “So your first instinct is to wear a cursed polo, Agent?”

Hey, I thought this was your prank, Agent countered. Look, either way, you’re a polo for now. And apparently you can possess whoever wears you.

“A problem to be sure,” Ace said. He didn’t want to be rude and keep control of Agent’s body, even if he did have mobility again. On the other hand, being a possessive polo was cool, to an extent. If he could move around, it could even be fun.

An idea formed in his head, and he began to grin. “Hey, Agent,” he said. “How would you like to get a bit of payback?”

…

Vanessa was pleased with her work. First she had pranked Ace and turned him into his own polo, then she constructed a printing press for herself and her experiments. It wasn’t quite finished, of course, but it was close. Just a few more elements needed to really give it the Vanessa touch.

Agent eventually approached, inspecting the mechanism before him. “Planning on getting into publishing?” he asked.

“It’s a thankless job,” Vanessa said. “This is merely a way to insert people into media, easier. You know how I tire, darling.”

“Right,” Agent nodded. “Anyway Ace was busy, so I’m back early. Brought you a present though.”

He held out a red polo to a bored Vanessa. She scoffed lightly. “That’s not exactly my color,” she said.

Agent, without saying a word, pointed to the red streak in her hair. She blushed lightly.

“T-that’s different,” she said. “Look, I’ll try it on, but no promises.”

“It’s all I ask,” Agent said, handing over the polo to Vanessa’s waiting hands. She paused lightly.

“It feels unusual,” she remarked. She glanced at Agent. “Where did you get this?”

“Ace’s house,” Agent said. “I don’t see why it’s a problem, it’s a PERFECTLY NORMAL polo, right?”

Vanessa hated to admit it, but Agent did catch her into a bind where she would either have to confess her mischief, or wear something embarrassing. And Vanessa hated to spoil her fun.

She started slipping on the polo carefully. “So very plebian, darling…” she grumbled. “And the cotton’s itchy-“

Once Vanessa put the polo on entirely, she immediately froze, as though she had shut off. She slumped forward, insert, as Agent watched in concern.

“You there?” he asked, snapping his fingers. “Earth to Vanessa?”

Vanessa suddenly sat up, startled, looking over herself. Her surprise faded quickly, and a grin formed.

“This…is…awesome!” she cheered, clearly not in control of herself. “Oh man, Agent, it worked!”

Agent gave a smirk of his own. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure,” he said. “How you managed to suppress Vanessa is nothing short of impressive.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Ace said. He continued to Inspect Vanessa’s body in curiosity, every nook, cranny, and boob. “She’s still trying to take charge again, but her own spell is strong. She won’t be breaking out for a while.”

“Good,” Agent chuckled. “Turnabout is fair play, right?”

“Hey, if I’m possessing a witch, that means…” Ace said, rising glee visible on his, or her, face. “Transformation!”

Agent paused. “Just be careful,” he said. “We don’t know how to use her magic properly.”

“Can’t hear you, turning us into ponies,” Ace insisted, before snapping her fingers. The process was rapid and expedient, for both individuals. Fingers shrunk, hands hardening into hooves. Fur grew, purple for Ace and a light blue for Agent. Small unicorn horns grew out of their foreheads, and their faces pushed out into muzzles. Tails formed, swishing through the air gently, as they fell onto all fours.

When Ace was done, they had become a replica of Twilight Sparkle, with Agent as Trixie. Ace kept the polo, naturally, and purposefully rustled her hair to better fit her personality. Agent was gifted a blue cape with stars, and a matching hat.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Agent said, surprised; she inspected her new hooves and body. “How…How did you do that?”

“You know, it’s the strangest thing?” Ace remarked, casually. “I can tap into Vanessa’s knowledge and magic resources like it’s nothing. We’re sharing a body, so we share a mind. That probably makes sense.”

Agent nodded. “Fair enough,” she said. She swished her cape around a little. “So we’ll be roleplaying again? The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie would happily accept.”

“Ah, why decide on just one furry waifu?” Ace offered with a wide grin. “I’m a witch now, buddy! Let’s take advantage of all I can do!”

“Whoa, hang on-” Agent tried to protest, but in vain. Ace was already casting more magic, warping their bodies once more. Growing bipedal, new paws forming on both their hands and feet, their tails reshaping from an equine’s to a lupine’s. Ace had started to turn orange, their face adjusting to be kinder and gentler, with an aura of purity. A real Maid Marian.

For Agent’s part, his own fur began to turn varying shades of grey, her tail growing jagged, as was her upper fur. Clothing adjusted to a more typical punk or goth attire, with a pentagram design for the top. A new coating of eyeliner finished off the ensemble, making Agent a real hellhound, just like Loona

Agent inspected his body as Ace held her tail. “Ooh-de-lally,” she said, seductively. “I can get used to this.”

“Tch, yeah,” Agent scoffed, idly. Even though his mind remained intact, there was still the fact that she was in a young adult goth’s body that slipped into her ego. “Nice and all. Just wish you gave me a heads-up here.”

“You know what?” Ace said, nodding. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I bet you don’t like being jerked around like that.”

“Generally not.”

“So what I’ll do is, you make a request and I’ll match it,” Ace smiled gently. “It’s the least I can do.”

Now Agent smiled. “Thanks, Ace,” she said, appreciative. “It means a lot. Not that this body is bad, either, of course.”

Ace laughed, amused. “So what’s the next plan?” she asked. “We could make you into your mouse self and I can go with the Ms. Brisby.”

“Tempting,” Agent admitted. “But I can do one better.”

She leaned in to whisper into Ace’s ear. The more Agent spoke, the more Ace’s tail wagged in anticipation.

“You really go right for the jugular, huh?” she asked, bemused. “Oh man, this’ll be awesome!”

Another spell, warping their bodies accordingly. Ace could feel her body shifting, adjusting to a sleeker, proportionally-questionable body, with a larger head in contrast with her thin physique. Her tail thinned out, rounding into an equally sleek shape to match. A lemur, even. Tangle the Lemur specifically, as Ace happily noted.

Agent was a bit more drastic, feeling her own body warp and twist to a more curvaceous shape. Wider hips, a thicker chest…and hands and feet that were slightly larger than typical for humans. She could feel her face adjust, her ears moving around marginally and growing in power, her eyesight worsening in comparison. A sleek black latex suit around her body, with a pink heart where her chest was, and white gloves and boots.

Agent couldn’t help but hold herself and pose, appreciating her Rouge the Bat form. It truly was the pinnacle of furry waifus, at least in his mind.

Ace dived onto Agent and gave her a fierce hug, practically squeezing him. “Look at you!” she called, pleased; Agent patted Ace’s hands in return. “Turned out perfectly in my book.”

“Ace, you’re amazing,” Agent said, at her most appreciative. She felt her body, her chest especially. For once, it was something she wanted, not what Vanessa forced her to do. And it felt right.

“What can I say?” Ace grinned, confident. “I’m a natural at this magic stuff, right?”

She snapped her fingers again…but nothing happened. Frowning, Ace snapped again. And again. And again.

“What’s wrong?” Agent asked, raising an eyebrow, her heart starting to race.

“I…I’m not sure,” Ace said, as she too was getting concerned. The energy that she so enjoyed for five minutes had simply…ceased. Like a water faucet being turned off, her supply had been cut.

Then her polo began to shimmer and twist, much to Ace’s alarm. It began to seep off of her body, as though melting, dripping to the floor in a globular heap. Then it started to move away, bunching together into one singular mass again. It reshaped far enough away…and continued to reshape.

“Hey, Ace?” Agent said, fear rising. “I think we pushed out luck.”

Ace could see the former polo growing and expanding, taking on a human shape if not a human texture. Hips forming, fingers, a flowing dress, all in the same polyester and cotton fabric substance. Even the face was fabric, a copy of Vanessa’s own.

And she was glaring.

Ace examined the polo witch, glancing at both Mobians, and nodded. “Worth it,” she declared.

Vanessa’s glare was icy and fiery simultaneously…at least for a few seconds, after which she began to snicker. The snickering slipped into laughter, hysterical laughter as she tried to hold her head, composing herself slowly.

“Well played, you two,” she admitted. “Agent, I’m especially impressed of your gambit. Then again, I’m the one who trained you.” She brushed her body idly, feeling how soft she was. “My magic is so potent I had to find a backdoor method to get my body back. And what better way than to use that polo you enjoy so much?”

“So you’re not mad?” Ace asked, surprised. Vanessa waved her off.

“Of course not, darling,” she said. “Surely you know by now that power and wit are the quickest ways to my black heart?”

“So we’re not in trouble?” Agent asked.

“Oh, you are, big time,” Vanessa said in the exact same tone of voice. “But because I’m so generous and hot, I’ll let you two adorable girls experience something a bit more relaxing.”

She gestured to the printing press behind them, with both Mobians gulping briefly…though both were equally as excited.

“I think you’ll enjoy this one,” Vanessa said. “Getting more into character.”

…

Eventually it came to pass that Vanessa was reading a lone comic book in her favorite lounge chair. She didn’t typically enjoy comics, beyond the rare sensual manga, but this one was special to her, featuring her favorite friends.

It was a custom-made comic starring Rouge the Bat and Tangle the Lemur on some sort of adventure that may or may not wind up with sexy results by the end. Even Vanessa didn’t know what would happen next-why would she? What fun is there in knowing how the story would end?

She smirked, gently turning the page as she admired the characters within. Agent and Ace, perfectly in character (beyond the suspicious red polo on Tangle) and printed on the page, acting out their frozen adventure for the witch’s enjoyment. Not that they minded; being these characters was quite liberating, and there were far worse ways to spend their time.

“This is such a good read,” Vanessa mused to herself. “I may just finish you before the night’s end. But I might also read you again and again.” She shrugged. “Who knows?”

The comic, much like the new Mobians, was her own version of a possession. One she intended to keep for a long time.

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