How unlucky of Joey that at the exact day where he was taking a nap in the Kaiba cop HQ, someone came in to once again take over the company. Let’s hope he doesn't do something stupid like touch the card that has turned everyone before him into a loyal girlfriend of joeys.
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Pegasus arrived at KaibaCorp with the sort of smile that usually meant someone else’s afternoon was about to become dramatically worse.
He had come on official business, naturally. The sort of official business that wore expensive shoes, spoke in velvet tones, and intended to either corner Seto Kaiba into an impossible deal or, failing that, remove him from the board for a few delightfully inconvenient hours. Really, it was less villainy and more strategic theater.
Unfortunately, the theater was closed.
“On a business trip?” Pegasus repeated, long after the receptionist had already clarified the point. “Right now?”
Right now, it seemed, Seto Kaiba had chosen to be somewhere far away and irritatingly unavailable.
Pegasus drifted through the halls with mounting displeasure. The whole building felt wrong, too unguarded in that oddly confident Kaiba way. And then, as if fate had decided to mock him personally, he found the guest room.
As well as found that it wasn’t empty, but had a guest inside.
Joey Wheeler.
Sleeping soundly.
Not dozing politely. Not resting with any degree of dignity. Sleeping so deeply and so gracelessly that Pegasus paused in the doorway and simply stared.
Joey was sprawled atop the covers like a man who had lost a duel against basic posture and never recovered. One arm hung off the bed. One leg was halfway twisted in the blanket. His mouth was slightly open. On the small table beside him sat his duel deck.
Pegasus narrowed his visible eye.
He had thought about kidnapping Kaiba again for leverage. If things went south, it was a thing that was always an option.
Kidnapping Wheeler would do… what, exactly? What even is he? A nuisance? A loud inconvenience? An excellent way to ensure Yugi Muto became personally interested in ruining Pegasus’s day?
No, thank you.
Still, a sleeping Wheeler in KaibaCorp’s guest room was strange enough to be worth investigating. Pegasus stepped soundlessly inside. Joey did not stir. The deck on the table drew his attention at once, if only because one card had been inserted with all the subtle craftsmanship of a crow building a nest out of stolen trash.
Crudely jammed in and not squared up, almost as if someone hastily shoved it in there hoping its absence wouldn't be discovered.
Pegasus plucked it free.
The card stock felt real. The weight felt right. The print quality was perfect.
And yet, he had never seen it before.
That, more than anything else, sent a chill through him.
Pegasus created this card game. Pegasus knew the cards. There were prototypes he had rejected, test prints he had forgotten, novelty misprints that only existed in warehouse corners and collector myths. But this… this was not unfamiliar because it was obscure.
It was unfamiliar because it felt like it should not exist.
“Transmorphing Blaster Gate.”
He frowned and tilted the card toward the light.
“A rather inelegant name,” he murmured. “And what exactly are you supposed to—”
The card flashed hot pink in his hand.
A bright, bubbly voice chirped from directly behind him.
“Ooh! You touched it! That means he picked you!”
Pegasus spun.
Floating a few feet off the ground, twirling a wand between her fingers like she had been waiting backstage for her cue, was Toon Dark Magician Girl.
She looked exactly as she ought to not exist outside a game. Bright-eyed, smug, cheerful, and entirely too pleased with herself. Her little boots kicked idly in the air. Her grin was all mischief.
Pegasus stared.
Then he drew himself up with wounded grandeur. “That is quite impossible.”
“Toon monsters are already impossible by nature,” she said brightly. “You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific than that.”
"First off, why are you here? I don't recall having summoned you on my duel disk." Pegasus lifted the glowing card. “And second off, I do not recognize this creation. I approved every Duel Monsters card worth printing. I most certainly did not approve… this.”
Toon Dark Magician Girl floated a little closer, hands behind her back. “Well, duh. You didn’t make it.”
Pegasus’s eye twitched. “Yes. That is the troubling part.”
She leaned in, lowering her voice like she was sharing a delightful secret. “It was made by the writer.”
“The writer,” Pegasus repeated flatly.
“The writer of perverted stories,” she clarified. “Y’know. The one making sure Joey keeps getting more and more cute, sexy, loving girlfriends.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Pegasus laughed once. “No, that can't be it.”
“Yes, yes it is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“That is not how game design works.”
“Toooday it is.” She tapped the glowing card with one fingertip. “And lucky you! You picked up the sequel hook.”
Pegasus held very still. “I think I’ll put that absurd thing back exactly where I found it.”
“Nope, you won’t.”
“I am not participating in a joke at my own expense.”
“Aww. But you already activated the effect.”
Pegasus frowned. “Activated wha—”
With a musical snap of her fingers, Pegasus’s clothes did not vanish all at once so much as begin losing an argument with glitter.
Pegasus yelped.
Sparkles crawled over his immaculate coat first, eating the elegant fabric away in bright, mischievous little bites. The long white front split and shrank, the material tightening as it changed color, gloss, and cut until a fitted bodice was hugging his torso instead. At the same time, his sleeves shortened and reshaped themselves, gloves brightening and smoothing into something much cuter and far less dignified.
“Wh—what are you doing to my outfit?!” Pegasus cried, grabbing at his chest just in time to feel the new fabric cinch neatly beneath his hands.
The magic ignored him.
The tails of his coat curled upward, folded in, and puffed out into a short little cape at his back while the rest of the lower half dissolved into a whirling ring of light around his hips. When the sparkles dropped away, a tiny skirt fluttered into place there instead, light, flashy, and offensively feminine.
Pegasus stared downward in horror as one pointed accent after another formed over him: gold trim along the bodice, little decorative edges at the gloves, the high, theatrical finish of a costume built entirely around being looked at.
Then his hat went.
Or rather, it crumpled inward, shrank, and rebuilt itself atop his head in a shower of pink stars, becoming a much smaller, much cuter, much more decorative version of itself.
By the time the last glittering fleck winked out, Pegasus was no longer dressed in immaculate aristocratic finery at all. He was standing in a bright, flashy, unmistakably feminine magician’s costume nearly identical to Toon Dark Magician Girl’s... a short skirt, fitted bodice, little cape, pointed accents, ridiculous confidence built directly into the silhouette.
His hands flew to his chest, then his waist, then the tiny hat now perched where his proper one had been.
Pegasus stared down at himself in naked disbelief.
Toon Dark Magician Girl placed both hands on her cheeks. “Ohhh, much better! Your old outfit was all dramatic villain. This says whimsical magical menace. You can trust me on this, I have experience in that field!”
Pegasus grabbed at the hem of the skirt like he might be able to reason with fabric by force of personality alone. “Could I ask you to change me back?”
She waved the request away. “We just started.”
“We?”
She pointed her wand at his chest.
Pegasus’s breath caught.
The front of the costume pushed outward. Slowly at first, just enough to make Pegasus go still. The fitted bodice began to tighten against his chest, the fabric drawing taut beneath his hands as if something beneath it were steadily, insistently filling it out from within.
Pegasus’s breath hitched.
Then the pressure grew.
What had been a flat, elegant line softened first, rounding almost shyly before the magic committed itself with bright, treacherous enthusiasm. His chest swelled in two distinct rises, each pulse of growth pressing more firmly against the enchanted fabric. The bodice stretched, lifted, and reshaped around him, molding itself to the new fullness as smooth weight gathered there by the second.
Pegasus made a small, strangled sound as the swell became impossible to ignore. The new curves pushed outward and upward, straining the red-and-blue costume into a cleavage it had clearly been designed to show off. The magic did not stop until his chest had become a pair of soft, heavy breasts, full enough to carry a noticeable weight of their own.
When the growth finally ended, they settled with one plush bounce against the confines of the bodice.
Pegasus made another helpless noise.
He looked down.
He felt them shift.
He looked away at once.
Then, with the horrified fascination of a man discovering his own body had accepted a role in a farce without consulting him, he looked down again.
Toon Dark Magician Girl tilted her head. “Hmm. Nice start, but the silhouette still needs work.”
“Silhouette?!” Pegasus snapped. “You have given me…” He gestured wordlessly at his chest, unable for perhaps the first time in his life to assemble a suitably theatrical noun.
“Boobs?” she supplied helpfully.
“I was not going to say that.”
“You were thinking it really loudly.”
Pegasus stiffened. “Do not abuse cartoon logic to eavesdrop on my dignity.”
“Oh, sweetie, the dignity left with the first costume change.”
Toon Dark Magician Girl drifted behind him again, humming to herself as though she were considering paint swatches. Pegasus started to turn, only for her to plant one hand lightly on his hip.
“Hold still,” she said brightly. “This part still takes a little tuning.”
She tapped the seat of his skirt once.
A warm jolt rippled through his lower body. Pegasus jerked as his hips gave a sudden, unmistakable swell. His waist flared into a softer curve, his thighs thickened just enough to pull the skirt snugger, and behind him his backside pushed outward in a small but very noticeable roundening that rocked him forward on instinct.
Pegasus slapped a hand over the back of his skirt.
Toon Dark Magician Girl grinned. “Better already.”
Tap.
The second touch sent a brighter pulse through him. His hips widened again, more dramatically this time, the feminine flare becoming impossible to ignore. His thighs filled out in a smooth, plush surge, and the change hit his rear again in a steady swell that lifted and rounded it more deeply, stretching the costume across a much fuller, softer shape.
Pegasus nearly lost his footing. He stumbled into the edge of the guest room table, caught himself, and froze as the new weight settled behind him with an embarrassingly tangible presence.
The skirt now clung in ways he found philosophically offensive.
“Cute,” Toon Dark Magician Girl said. “But not quite there yet.”
She giggled and gave him one last playful tap.
This time the magic rolled through him in a slow, deliberate wave. Pegasus felt his lower half soften and reshape by degrees: hips widening into a lush feminine sweep, thighs thickening another step, the seat of the skirt rising and stretching as his backside grew fuller, rounder, and more heart-shaped with each second. The new mass gathered with almost insulting care, smoothing itself into a plush, balanced curve that threw off his center of gravity completely.
Pegasus grabbed the table harder as the final swell settled into place.
When it was over, he could feel it whenever he stood, breathed, or shifted his weight. His lower body no longer belonged to a lanky aristocrat at all. It belonged to someone built to sway and strut.
Toon Dark Magician Girl clasped her hands together, delighted. “There we go! Nice and bouncy.”
Pegasus turned, or tried to. The fuller curve of his hips made the motion wobble. “Oh my, my behind feels so uncomfortably full.”
“First off, I don't believe it's ‘uncomfortable’ for a second.” The Toon Dark Magician Girl drifted around him like a judgmental dressmaker. “And second off, this is the sort of swaying full hips any girl dreams of..”
“They should not be.”
“In stories like this, they always do.” The cartoony girl giggled, gesturing at her own, much more reasonable behind. “But for now, we still have work to do!”
She then drew a glowing circle in the air. The light wrapped around his middle.
Pegasus gasped as his waist drew inward, cinching tighter and tighter. The softness redistributed through his torso with alarming efficiency, smoothing every line of him into something sleek, rounded, and blatantly feminine. The outfit seemed to adjust with each change, hugging him more snugly, framing everything it had no right framing.
For a terrible second, Pegasus could feel the new shape all at once: the weight on his chest, the flare of his hips, the pull of the skirt, the narrowness of his middle, the way his whole posture wanted to pose and show off.
His visible eye widened.
“No,” he said, quieter now. “No, I object to this entire artistic direction.”
Toon Dark Magician Girl giggled. “Too late. We’re in the polishing phase.” then bonked Pegasus lightly right in the face.
A bright little starburst popped on impact.
Pegasus jerked back with an offended noise, but his protest caught as a warm, tingling ripple spread across his features. He could feel it happen. His jaw softened first, the clean aristocratic line melting into something smaller and cuter. His cheeks rounded next, lifting just enough to make his whole face look sweeter in an almost insulting way. His lips plumped into a soft, glossy pout, while his lashes lengthened and darkened until every blink looked theatrical.
Then the change reached his eye. It widened, brightened, and took on that exaggerated toon prettiness all at once, making his expression look bigger, more feminine, and far too decorative no matter how offended he tried to be.
Pegasus stared at Toon Dark Magician Girl for one stunned second, then turned sharply toward the mirrored cabinet door across the room.
The face reflected there was still recognizable, but only barely. It was cute, feminine, sexy, and unmistakably cartoony. Like a slightly different version of the Toon Dark Magician Girl right next to him.
“Toonified and feminized,” Toon Dark Magician Girl sang. “Very camera-ready.”
Pegasus’s fingers touched his mouth. His voice came out thinner, smoother, unmistakably feminine beneath the outrage. “You’ve changed my face.”
“Uh-huh.”
“My face.”
“Do you want me to change it back?”
Pegasus turned toward her hopefully.
She grinned. “Because I’m not gonna.”
He made a sound of pure aristocratic suffering.
Then Toon Dark Magician Girl floated behind him, put one finger lightly against the rounded swell of his newly enlarged backside, and tapped.
A jolt ran up Pegasus’s spine.
Something pushed at the base of it.
He felt the pressure first: a hot, insistent swell just above the curve of his newly rounded backside, as though something thick were forcing its way outward from beneath his skin. Pegasus jerked with a startled cry as the fabric there bulged, stretched, and then split around a glossy black shape that pushed free inch by inch.
The tail did not appear all at once. It forced its way out in a smooth, steady extension, thick at the base, then longer and longer as dark scales spread over it with a slick shine. By the time it had fully grown, it was a heavy, unmistakably draconic tail, broad near the base and tapering toward the end.
It lashed once through the air on instinct, heavy enough to shift his stance again.
Pegasus twisted, wings of fabric fluttering, trying and failing to look at it properly. “What now?!”
She folded her arms with smug satisfaction. “Well, you couldn’t just be a copy of me. That’d be boring. You need a theme.”
“A theme?”
“Can't you see? That's a Red-Eyes Black Dragon tail.”
“My dear, are you using my own design as a weapon against me?!”
“Yes. And it’s working.”
The tail curled around one leg possessively. Pegasus tried to shoo it away and recoiled when it obeyed like it belonged there.
“Now, now, we have had some good fun with that.” He said with an increasingly exasperated tone. "How about we just undo this and..."
“Hey, I am just the gal doing TFing~. The one you need to convince is the writer of this mess, not me. And good luck with that.”
She pointed at his arms.
That's when the tingle started in his fingers. They twitched, then lengthened, the elegant line of his hands sharpening into something more predatory.
Pegasus sucked in a breath as prickling heat spread across the backs of his hands and raced up his forearms. His white gloves darkened first, then seemed to melt against his skin, hardening into sleek black scales that crept up his forearms in a clean draconic sheath.
Then his nails began to grow.
Pegasus watched in helpless fascination as each one extended past the fingertip, darkened, thickened, and curved into polished black claws. By the time the change finished, his forearms were wrapped in glossy scales and his fingers ended in elegant, dangerous talons.
Pegasus held up both hands and stared in disbelief.
The claws looked monstrous.
They also looked weirdly regal.
He couldn't tell whether he hated or loved them.
“There,” Toon Dark Magician Girl said. “Now you’ve got a little more Red-Eyes attitude.”
Pegasus flexed one hand experimentally, then recoiled from how natural the movement felt. “Those are claws.”
“Yup.”
“I am a card designer and gentleman, not a clawed dragon sorceress.”
She shrugged. “Counterpoint: you are very clearly becoming one.”
Pegasus opened his mouth to retort.
Magic slammed into his back.
He arched with a yelp as two huge black wings erupted from behind him in a shower of red-and-black sparks. They unfurled instantly, too wide for the room, knocking a coat stand flat and scattering a stack of KaibaCorp paperwork in every direction.
One of the wings clipped the lamp. The lamp spun. Somehow it did not fall. Toon physics, apparently, had very selective opinions on property damage.
Pegasus staggered beneath the new weight, claws scrabbling at air, tail thrashing, breasts bouncing, skirt fluttering, and wings spreading so dramatically he looked like the final reveal in a deeply unserious magical villain transformation sequence.
Toon Dark Magician Girl clapped.
“Oh, now we’re finally getting somewhere!”
Pegasus was breathing harder now, cheeks flushed with effort and humiliation. “I think this has gone far enough.”
“Not yet.”
“Yes, it has.”
“Nope.” She floated up until they were face to face. “You’re still missing the finish.”
Before he could step back, she pressed two fingers lightly to the center of his chest.
Heat poured through him.
His already generous curves deepened one final time, chest swelling just enough to make him gasp and clutch reflexively at the bodice. At the same time, the bright colors of the outfit darkened. Blue bled into black. Pink burned into a deeper, richer crimson. Gold trim sharpened. The whole costume transformed from cheerful magician flair into something darker, sultrier, more dramatic.
His visible eye widened as the world tinted red for half a second.
When it cleared, even the reflected iris in the mirrored cabinet had turned a deep, luminous crimson.
Toon Dark Magician Girl threw out an arm like a stage presenter unveiling the final act.
“Behold!” she declared. “Toon Red-Eyes Black Magician Girl!”
Pegasus stood there panting softly, tail twitching, wings flexing behind him, all soft curves and dark colors and offended beauty.
Then he pointed one claw at her with all the dignity he could salvage. “That name is preposterous. That sounds like a made up fusion between two signature monsters of top duelists.”
"Yup. I am sure the people behind the monitor agree too." She grinned. “And yet it describes your current form really well.”
Pegasus took one step forward.
His heel caught in the carpet. The tail swung the wrong way. One wing overbalanced him. He pinwheeled gracelessly, let out a very un-Pegasus squeak, and landed against the side of Joey’s bed hard enough to jostle the mattress.
Joey snored once, rolled over, and kept sleeping.
Pegasus stared at him.
Toon Dark Magician Girl floated over his shoulder and peered down too. “Wow. He is really committed to this bit.”
“This is not a bit,” Pegasus snapped, but the Toon Dark Magician girl was already right beside him.
She reached down and tapped one nail lightly against the duel disk strapped at his arm.
Pegasus looked down.
A card was already there.
Toon World.
Pegasus could not tell whether it had been placed there that instant, somewhere during the transformation, or much, much earlier, hidden in plain sight by the same absurd logic currently ruining his life.
He stared.
But now that he thought about it, it made sense. Everything he had touched over the last few minutes snapped into a new and deeply troubling perspective. The lamp his wing had clipped had spun wildly without falling. The coat stand had gone over with theatrical perfection. Even his own body had bounced, wobbled, stretched, and settled with a cartoony obedience that should have been impossible.
Pegasus’s eye narrowed as the realization hit him.
It had all been behaving like toon logic from the start.
Pegasus frowned. “What are you doing now?”
Toon Dark Magician Girl’s smile turned sly.
“You know how it is,” she whispered. “Everything’s fun and games while Toon World is on the field.”
She traced one fingernail along the edge of the card. “As long as it stays up, this is all toon stuff. Stretchy rules. Bouncy logic. Nothing too real.”
Pegasus’s eye narrowed.
Her grin widened. “And when it leaves the field...”
“Thats when reality catches up.”
He stared at her.
She stared back, delighted.
Somewhere behind them, Joey mumbled in his sleep and hugged his pillow.
Pegasus felt, very suddenly, that he had missed the only point in the conversation that had ever mattered.
Toon Dark Magician Girl leaned close enough for her hat brim to bump his. “And remember what that mystery card does? That card you yoinked out of Joey's deck.”
Pegasus’s throat tightened.
She slid Toon World off the disk.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
“No,” Pegasus said at once. “I think it said something about transformational damage?”
She kept sliding.
“It turns everyone it targets,” she said, voice bright and sing-song, “into Joey’s loving girlfriend.”
The card slipped fully into the deck.
"So have fun with that See ya"
Everything happened at once.
Toon Dark Magician Girl vanished in a burst of ink-black sparkles and red stars.
The room snapped hard back into focus.
Pegasus doubled over.
His body lurched as the toon exaggeration collapsed into reality.
The impossible cartoon bounce drew inward, settling into weight that felt real, dense, warm, undeniably part of him. His breasts remained, massive and heavy but no longer absurdly inflated by toon logic. His waist stayed narrow. His hips stayed broad. His thighs stayed full. The tail and wings and claws remained too, but changed with the rest, becoming less rubbery-symbolic and more physical, more living, more his.
The face in the mirrored cabinet still wasn’t Pegasus’s old face. It was smoother, softer, unmistakably feminine, but no longer flatly toon-pretty. It was simply beautiful now. Real, Red-eyed and noticeably flushed.
Then the second burst went through his head.
A need burst through her so fast it stole the breath from her lungs, and her original pronouns with it.
Joey.
Her darling.
Her place was here. Near him. With him. Beside him. She needed his voice, his attention, his hands, his approval, his warmth. The certainty arrived fully formed and impossibly deep, as if it had always been waiting just under the skin of the card effect to bloom the instant Toon World stopped cushioning the truth of it.
She clutched at her chest with one clawed hand and let out a shaky, helpless moan.
The sound did what casual conversation, magical card effects, and trolling magician girls had failed to do.
It woke Joey Wheeler up.
He bolted upright, hair a mess, one hand half-raised like he was ready to punch destiny itself. “Wha—? Huh? Who—?!”
His eyes landed on the curvy red-and-black dragon magician girl kneeling beside his bed.
He froze.
She looked at him like a woman drowning had just found shore.
“I…” She swallowed, cheeks burning, heart hammering. She couldn't stop herself, not even in the slightest. “I am Pessia, the Red-Eyes Black Magician Girl!”
She clasped her hands under her chest, wings trembling behind her. “Please! Would you allow me to be your wife?!”
Joey stared.
Then Joey screamed.