“Aw, come now Jim,” Rick tut-tutted as he twirled the silvery rod almost casually between his fingers. “Didn’t you say Pinkie Pie was Sharon’s favorite pony?”

Grab the wand. Grab the wand. Grab the wand. Jim, now Jane, tried not to panic as she struggled to concentrate against the raging inferno of anger and giddiness that warred inside her skull. She needed a plan. Grab the wand and turn yourself back. Rick isn’t strong, you’ve got a reach advantage, and he’ll be distracted by the feel of your big funbags rubbing all over him, tingling so hot and fun and fun and fun, fun, fuck, party, play, fuck, party, play! No, snap out of it! she chided herself after a giggle erupted from her cute little muzzle. Distract him and get the wand, then turn yourself back to normal.

“Ahem,” she said, trying to regain her composure before snuggling up against Rick’s warm, inviting body. “What was the question?” She crossed her legs, big pink thighs rubbing eagerly against each other of their own volition and her foot kicking with excess energy as if she was in a permanent sugar rush.

“I said,” Rick smirked as he put an arm around Jane’s shoulder and smugly twirled the old wand with his free hand, almost tauntingly. “Isn’t Pinkie your wife’s favorite pony, Jim? Sorry, I mean, Jane?”

“Um, like, one of them,” she replied. Rick’s touch was doing exciting things to her already excited body. She found herself leaning even more into him, her new chest flopping heavily against his slender, nerdish torso. She had to stifle another giggle as his eyes fell down into her big, pink cleavage. It would be so much fun to push them into his face! But she had to concentrate on the plan.

“She was posting pictures of RariPie all over her Tumblr a while back. So I figured we’d give her a little surprise, that’s all,” Rick said, relishing the excessively female body snaking against him. Jim’s plan is so transparent it was almost pitiful, he thought, but then again he’s probably got other things on his mind right now. This should be easy.

“Surprise?” The pink pony woman’s face was suddenly alert and attentive, her big ears rotating forward to lock onto Rick’s every word.

“Sure, old buddy!” Rick said. Damn, didn’t expect it to be THAT easy. “We can go back to your place and get ready to throw her a romantic dinner party. When she gets home, I’ll use the wand to make her into a beautiful, sexy Rarity and the two of you can have lots of fun, just the way she likes it. It’ll be like living her favorite pony ship! Doesn’t that sound like a great surprise?”

“Wow, that’s brilliant, Rick!” Jane said in what appeared to be genuine awe. “Oh, wait, no, no, it’ll never work,” she said, visibly deflating a little. “She hates you, Rick. And there’s no way she’s going to let you change her into Rarity! Remember that time you tested your booby-growing ray thingy and she couldn’t move for a week?”

“Who says she’ll know I’m there?” Rick smirked. He flicked the old wand and began to fade from view. “It’ll be like a secret game. I can change just a teensy-weensy bit at a time, and we’ll see if she notices. Won’t that be fun?”

“Eeeeee!” Jane squealed excitedly, her former plan pushed out of memory by Rick’s easy manipulation and her new urges. “That sounds totally fun, Rick!” She threw herself against the invisible conspirator and planted an enthusiastic smooch on his cheek before bouncing up on her high-heeled feet and skipping bustily towards the nearest bus stop, unable to contain her gloriously blissful party energy. “I’ve got so much to do to get the place ready for her surprise party!” she declared, leaving the unseen Rick scrambling to try and catch up.

“I have to get out the candles and set the table and bake a cake I’ve never baked a cake before but how hard can it be? All you do is take a cup of flower, add it to the mix…” she began singing, heedless of the heads turning to follow her curvy body bounding happily down the sidewalk. A few bystanders were then pushed rudely out of the way by a nerd-shaped and oddly physical gust of wind as Rick cursed under his breath. The plan had worked a little TOO well, and now his former best friend was putting distance between him and her shapely, skirt-clad pink posterior.