Amending The Con-stitution (long, hypnokink, suiting, costumes)
Ah, GoodGirlCon! You step up to the convention center with a smile. Passes are so hard to get, you thought you wouldn't get to come this year! The only problem is that you couldn't get a cosplay together in time. How's everyone supposed to know who your favorite good girl is? You'll have to tell them with your mouth like some kind of casual!
Ah, but what's this? You're wandering through the dealer alley when you come across a girl dressed for all the world like a stage magician. Tiny top hat. Short blonde hair with a pink streak over her eye. Tuxedo top and fishnets that go all the way up. Black high heels poking out from under the table. A crystal on a chain slips between her fingers. The front of her table says "COSTUME RENTALS: HOUR, DAY, ETC." and behind her is a single-occupant changing booth draped with black privacy curtains. She catches your gaze with a smile and a wink. "Like what you see?" She nods to the racks of costumes separating her booth from the neighbors. You step in to take a closer look, and her hand is on your shoulder.
Her silk-gloved hand. Her soft hand. Her warm breath falls on your ear. "Go ahead, dear. There's no wrong choices here." Mmph. You can feel your muscles relaxing wherever she touches. "This is a safe place where you can be anything you want to be, even if it's just for a little while."
It's like the lights start to dim around you. The world fades to black. It's just you and her. Even the racks fade away until she picks something from them. "You don't have to worry about much. You get to leave all your worries behind." Sometimes you catch a flash of her crystal as it slides through her fingers. It's almost as pretty as she is. Almost as pretty as the idea of leaving all your stress right here on the floor while you get to dress up. "You could be a perfect princess." A perfectly poofy pink ball gown appears in her hands. She presses it against your chest and lets you look at yourself in the mirror. "We'd get you a crown and a scepter. Everyone would call you 'your highness'. You'd be the belle of every ball."
The gown vanishes, and you miss it. But you don't get to linger on thoughts for long. "Or perhaps something more elaborate? A full body suit. You could wind up looking like anything. A perfect pet or a regal queen. You could leave your old body behind entirely." Mm. Your head is nice and warm now. And it looks like a skunk! A nice, fuzzy black skunk with a pink streak running down the middle of their snout and a head of blonde hair. The eyes are big, cartoony, and a spiral of blue and green. "It could be anyone in there, and nobody outside would know. You could live out any fantasy you choose. And then, when it's all over, you can leave it all behind like it never happened. So much of your identity tied up in something Princess can put on or take off with a flick of her wrist. So much fun playing a role in front of all those people. So much of you is figments and sprites for Princess to play with, just as temporary and permanent as I wish. Your whole being scattered and reassembled with a few whispered words and a-" Snap!
Amending The Con-stitution 3: Quarter Bunnygirls In Your House (long, hypnokink, cheerleaders, kissing, ditzification)
So, Vixi. You're walking along with your friends, stealing kisses from your pony friend and swishing your tails eagerly. But pretty soon, your legs get tired! And there's so much more convention to see, you can't just stop! You swish your tails mischeviously and smile at your ponyfriend. She looks a little horny and a little worried watching you bristle your pom-poms, but that all goes away when you start to cheer!
You bounce on your feet and launch into "Vixi! Foxy! Yip Yipee! Cute pony girls say 'Please ride me!' On all fours without delay, that would really make my day!" You seal the deal with a lovely, two-tone kiss on the lips. Harla's eyes sparkle with silver and gold and she soon drops onto her hands and knees. "Please ride me, Vixie! I'd hardly be a good pony girl without someone riding me!" You'd oblige, rewarding her with a kiss on the nose and climbing onto her back. She dutifully carries you through the artist's alley, happy as can be.
"No fair! How come we have to walk?" The bunnygirl pouts and blows a lock of synthetic cyan hair out of her face. "Vixi gets to have all the fun."
"Will you stop whining for once? We're here to have fun." The catgirl rolls her eyes and keeps walking. "Come on, we're gonna miss the voice actor panel. I wanna Mina Meow's voice actress say something ridiculous."
"How come we always have to do what you want?" The bunnygirl, Cyna, mumbles and looks at you. She smiles. You smile back, as if you're hatching the same mischevious plan. And then that thing happens where her mouth moves, you don't hear what she said, and you're doing another cheer because you love cheering! You stand up on your pony's back (she's such a good girl, holding you up like a champ!) and hoist your golden pom-pom into the air.
"Everybody listen to me! This one's easy as one two three! A silly kitty's brain loves cock, a bunny girl starts to rock! Everybody listens to her, and listen to her new pet purr!" Your voice carries across the convention hall, silver and gold sparkles drifting far and wide. People at the epicenter start looking more at your bunny friend, remarking on how cool she is and asking if she needs anything. The catgirl's eyes cross and her tongue rolls out of her mouth. She drops onto her paws and nuzzles against the bulge in Cyna's pencil skirt. She purrs when the librarian bun scratches her big fake black ears.
"Good girl, Vixi!" The bunny laughs. "Now, I want to go see the swordmaking panel. Come along, dears."
Mmm, but you're not done cheering. You step off your trusty steed's back and do a cheer just for the new popular bun. "Looks like it's a bounce attack! Don't get brainwashed by your rack~!" You bristle your pom-poms up by her big ol' bunny ears and let the silver and gold hypnotic dust sprinkle over her. "One two, one two! You're my funny bunny boo!"
"Vixi! I didn't tell you to-" Mmm, you giggle when you watch her eyelids droop and get all sparkly. She starts to bounce in her loafers like the bubbly bunnygirl librarian she is. Her breasts start to bounce up and down with her. "Bouncy! Bouncy! Fun fun fun! I'm the silliest, jumpiest bun!" Look at her, bouncing and jumping and having the time of her life!
People are starting to gather around. After all, this is the bunnygirl to listen to! Everyone knows she rocks! And she's jumping and jiggling and just looking good. You warm up your throat for one more cheer.
"Whatever you do, don't kiss the bunny! It'll make your mind go all bouncy and funny! Whatever she's got sure is contagious! But it's the most fun disease in ages!"
As your metallic spell washes over the crowd, Cyna starts dispensing kisses and more and more people start giggling and bouncing. Satisfied with your work, you ride your pony and lead your catgirl off somewhere they can both suck you off in peace. "Listen, obey, one two three! Good girls want to pleasure me~"
Amending The Con-stitution 4: Probable Cause for Kisses (long, hypnokink, maids, magical girls, frilly outfits)
Meanwhile, back at the costume rental booth, Grace strikes up a conversation with her neighbor at Lady Laser's Lolita Lane. "I really should have brought a mannequin or hired a model. They just look like a mess of ruffles on the shelf." Lady Laser laments.
Grace nods and looks out at the hallways, bustling with people who haven't yet caught the bouncing bunny disease currently sweeping the artist's alley. She smiles when she hears the world's brattiest voice pierce the general hustle and bustle of the con floor.
"Jessica! Walk! Faster! God!" A girl with the "noble grace and bearing" you can only get from a school that costs way too much money tugs a girl who could only be called her lackey through the halls.
"Sally, that hurts!" The lackey moans. Of the two girls, she has the more golden hair, the shorter braid, the cuter glasses, and the slower walk. She's looking everywhere but at Sally, which is probably a good idea.
Sally, the taller, more confident, more spoiled, and with the long silver braid, is practically pulling Jessica's arm off. "Hurry up, we have to get to the panels so we can use our VIP badges to cut in line. Otherwise, what's the point?"
Grace steps out in front of them. "Girls, can I borrow you for a moment?"
Sally is, of course, having none of it. She dodges left to avoid the weird magician lady blocking her path. Grace takes a step back and gets in the way again.
"Excuse you." Sally splits. "Can I help y-" Snap!
"Eyes up, mind off." Both Sally and Jessica stare, transfixed, at the point Grace marked with her snap. Lady Laser can't look away, either. Grace looks into Sally's silver (not contacts, insanely expensive surgery) eyes. She takes Sally's arm, tugs it just so, and Snap! "Sleep." Her legs immediately give out and she falls forward onto the magician's shoulder. "Good girl." She gets her hair pet while she's walked out of the aisle. Jessica gets to wake up on her own.
"Uh, what are you doing to my friend?" Poor Jessica, can't even look at the impossibly gorgeous magician who just turned her friend into a rag doll. No, her shoes are much more interesting.
"We just need to borrow her for a little bit. Is that okay? I'll even let you take anything you want from my stall."
"Can I take Sally?"
Grace smiles at Lady Laser. "How do you feel about a walking billboard or two?"
"What are you two talking about?" Jessica stomps her foot and crosses her arms. Look at her, she's worked up the courage to glare at Lady Laser's neck and Grace's belly button.
Snap! "Stiff as a board!" Grace barks to Sally, who promptly obeys and is leaned up against one of the costume racks. "You see, dear." Big smile at Jessica. "We were going to use your friend as a mannequin to drum up business for Lady Laser here. But if you'd like to dress up with her and show off her designs on the convention floor, I think that could be arranged. I'd even give you the keys to your friend's head. You look like you'd like to make some decisions for once."
"Well, maybe a little."
"Good girl." Jessica gets a pat on the head. "Go fetch your friend and we'll get you dressed up."
Jessica is in the middle of trying to figure out how to pick up her stiff friend when another snap demands her attention. Both girls stare helplessly at Grace's swinging, shining crystal. "There we go. Nice, deep breaths. I'm just gonna hypnotize you two a little bit and you're gonna love it~! Good girls say 'Yes, Princess.'"
"Yes, Princess." Jessica and Sally say in blissful unison. Their eyes lit by Princess's crystal and their heads blissful and blank.
"Good girls. It feels good to be good. Good girls repeat after me."
"It feels good to be good~" Look at them leaning against each other with big, empty smiles on their faces.
"Okay!" Grace claps and reveals her crystal again. "You two are magical girls, sent to battle a mysterious evil that is present at this convention! But you're still in your plain clothes! Let's get a good 'Princess Power Make Up!' so you two can transform and fight crime!"
"Princess Power Make Up!" They giggle in unison. Such good girls.
"Lady Laser, if you please." Grace waves her booth neighbor over, who obliges with two of her frilliest, least practical dresses. Sally is first- she gets led into the changing booth and comes out dressed as the least mobile maid you could imagine. Finely polished black high heels. Countless layers of petticoats. Big hoop skirt. Fine black silk on top. A white apron with a big pink heart and "Lady Laser's Lolita Lane" written around it. Poofy shoulders. Long white gloves. Grace completes the ensemble with a feather duster and some black lipstick. She plucks a big, curly black wig off her own rack and swaps it out for Sally's hair. "I'll hold onto this for you." Grace winks, settling Sally's long silver braid on a wig head.
Grace snaps her fingers and beckons silly, hypnotized Jessica over. She takes the other outfit and guides her into the changing booth. Jessica gets a much more colorful treatment. She gets a lot of pink! Pink high heeled platform shoes, stockings with hearts all the way up, a pinker, frillier, poofier dress than Sally ever got, including a bunch of hearts made out of frills, and that's not even counting her long, shimmering sleeves and gloves. Grace paints her lips a sweet pink, some hearts on her cheeks, and gets her a long pink wig with a huge ol' bow on top. She gets a golden scepter with a pink plastic heart gem on top. It even lights up!
"There we go! Good girls. You, Jessie, are Lady Love! With your mighty scepter, you can bring the power of love into anyone's life! But, sadly, the evil has corrupted your staff, and now it just creates lust wherever you go! Hope you figure it out in time before you and everyone else just get too horny to function~!" Jessica presses the staff against the front of her dress and moans a little~
"And you, Sally, are the Masked Meido." Grace produces a flimsy little black mask that covers about an inch around her eyes and sticks it on Sally. "You are going to be the first to fall under Lady Love's spell. You'll be your usual self until Lady Love works on you. You'll be such a good little maid, so eager to impress her. I know you'd do anything to make sure Lady Love succeeds in her mission~!"
Both girls nod and accept their mission. They look so happy!
The Masked Meido blinks her eyes open. She doesn't waste any time crossing her (extremely dressed up) arms and scoffing. "Ugh, can we go?"
Lady Love giggles. "That's not the kind of attitude I expect form my maids, dear~!" She playfully taps the maid's forehead with her scepter. The cheap pink LED inside flashes, and silly Sally's silver eyes flash to match.
An involuntary moan escapes her black lips. "Sorry, Lady Love~!" She pants.
"Because you love to serve~!" Lady Love bops her maid again and ventures off into the con floor.
"I love to serve~!" The maid's thighs clench together before she dutifully trots after her lady.
And so, both magical girls run off to go kiss and fight evil or whatever!
This should have been the bunnygirl one so I could call it "the warren requirement", but what're you gonna do
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