Princess Grace's Castle

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#exhibitionism #gasmask #hypnogas #hypnosis #latex #maids #masshypnosis #masturbation #Modemoiselle #Murdermaids #musk #skunkgirl #supervillainy #syringes #transformation

“Hey, kid!”

“Wanna tail?”

“First one's free!”

Two identical maids alternate calls to passers-by, grabbing and twirling around what was a phone booth* in a previous life. Now it's more like a nine foot tall metal gazebo** that shot up through the sidewalk like a tree. The pair grab the sides and twirl around it, shouting their message to all who walk by.

“I don't get it, 12, what are we doing wrong?” One of them sighs and lets the booth prop her up. “Is my bow on straight?”

“We're both adorable.” 12 blows her pink streak out of her eye and makes sure her ribbon collar proudly displays her number. “What kind of city is this where people won't give two maids standing next to a transformation booth the time of day?”

“Maybe they think it'll turn them into a maid.”

“It will, though.”

“Sure, but it doesn't have to turn them into one of us.”

“I dare you to find a button on that control panel that doesn't say 'maid' or 'butler'.”

“Just get in the box, I'll show you.”

“It's more like a cylinder or an octagon.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell me how it looks inside.” 14 gives 12 a nudge, and the big metal door slams shut behind her. This sort of thing needs a little drama to it.

Fourteen clears her throat. Each side of the gazebo is a screen that flickers to life, showcasing the other maid's predicament to the world. “Come one, come all! See the life that could await YOU with just a step into Modemoiselle's Patented Life-Affirming Chamber of Wonders!”

“It's not a carnival ride, it's a-”

“An experience of a lifetime! Try on your fursona! Adjust your bust! Still using that boring old gender your mom got you? The sky's the limit!” With the trademark razzle-dazzle you'd expect from one of Modemoiselle's hypemaids, she smashes her hand across the control panel.

The machine whirs to life. The telltale pressurized hiss of hypnogas venting into the chamber is amplified and replayed onto the street. Twelve's black gloved hand balls into a fist, going limp before it can even contact the door once. Her eyes go from brown to red and quickly to shimmering, swirling pink.

A crowd is gathering outside. Onlookers range from morbidly curious to asking Fourteen how to get their turn. Questions get a wink, a blown kiss, and maybe a front-row seat to the next time she twirls.

Speakers inside the booth interfere with each other to create inescapable webs of mind-soupifying siren song. Her eyes roll back into her head just in time to reveal the whites giving way to shifting pink spirals, pierced by veiny green circuit traces.

“How do you get their eyes to do that? Is there a chemical change going on or projectors or what?” A curious twink asks.

“It's simple.” Fourteen slaps the side of the changing booth like she's selling a car. “Miss Modemoiselle's classified cocktail both temporarily scrambles a subject's mental state and their cellular structure. Normally, this has to be done in moderation, but in the controlled environment of the changing booth, we can have a lot more fun. For example!” She twirls on her heel, smashes a few buttons, and throws one of the big Frankenstein-ass switches.

Black and pink latex drips from the ceiling. Twelve's swirling eyes vanish under twin pink eyehole screens. What's playing at the Gas Mask Duoplex? The nice spirals it's currently drilling into her skull with pictures of what a good skunkdrone she'll be and all the good words to have burned into your brain and how very, very erotic this whole experience is for a good girl like yourself. The vents on the front force gas out of the air and up your nose and throat, juuust to make sure you weren't cheating by holding your breath or something. That would be a bad girl thing to do, after all.

What used to be a modest pink streak in a head of blonde hair now takes up the entire front right quadrant. It's currently the last part of Twelve's head not hidden behind a bubbling latex gas mask. Cables snake from hidden corners and find well-worn places to jack in. Twelve was no stranger to having her genes hacked- no Murdermaid was- which should tell you how good it feels when she drops to her knees and starts drooling and moaning with bliss. Pink and green crackling electricity surge up the cables, across the mask, and into Twelve. A bulge pushes at the back of her maid dress. It's rising. Growing. And, finally, a big ol' skunk tail bounces into place. Pink stripe down the middle, splitting impossibly soft black fur. She gives it a few experimental swishes before tucking it between her legs and mindlessly humping away. Eyes rolled up into her head and drool dripping down her formerly immaculate outfit. Good girls don't get to finish without permission, of course, but it feels good to grind. It feels so good.

Pleasure is all that matters. Flashed the screen inches from her eyes. Pleasure is bliss, bliss is pleasure, Modemoiselle is bliss.

“How do you feel?” Fourteen smugly leans against the outside of the Changing Booth, arms crossed and microphone in hand. Her voice echoes out into the street and directly into Twelve's head.

“However you want me to feel~” Twelve moans.

Good girl. You feel good.”

Pleasure, the mask reminded.

“I figured that one out alreadyyyyy~” Ooh, someone found the sweet spot on the tail. She's panting and moaning up a storm.

“And you're going to feel like standing up and giving the tail a break.”

Twelve dutifully rises to her booted feet, swishing her tail in an effort to try and squeeze just a little stimulation out of this whole situation.

“And you're going to be very friendly to all the nice people. Your usual maidly self. Nice, smart, kind of a tightass sometimes, and dispenses kisses to cute girls in maid outfits. But your tail is going to have a mind of its own. It's Miss Modemoiselle's tail you're wearing, after all, and you're so pent up with musk.”

“So pent uuuuh~p.” Twelve repeated. Tail swishing impatiently.

“So pent up. Good girls wait until they're called. Brain off.” Fourteen snaps her fingers, and Twelve's pink, swirling eyes roll back into her head.

The eyescreens turn to static. A few drops of drool roll down her chin.

Off.

“As you can see, my lovely volunteer is having the time of her life, is experiencing bold new things, and has a body she loves!” Fourteen “accidentally” leans against one of the sliders, and Twelve's front bulge arcs with electricity as it doubles in size. “The spiral projectors targeting her eyes ensure the experience is a blissful one, and is simply a more focused version of the one shining into your eyes right now. Same with the speakers. Now, everyone give a round of applause to our guest of honor, Murdermaid Twelve!”

Twelve hears her name and jerks awake. The inch-thick steel door slides out of the way, spilling thick pink hypnomusk onto the sidewalk. She steps into the crowd, tail swishing hungrily, just waiting for a victim. Everyone steps away. “Jeez, what'd you do? This place was a ghost town before.”

Fourteen, smiling like a catgirl who caught the maid in the transformation booth, stands next to her friend and leans on her shoulder. She reaches down and takes a nice handful of freshly grown 12 cock. “Oh, just gave the people a little taste. How's things?”

“I feel like there's something you're not telling me.” Twelve looks around. She's cute when she's confused. So is Fourteen. Well, less confused and more surprised by the big black and pink fluffy tail currently enveloping her head and smothering her brain with musk. The poor thing's eyes roll back in her head even quicker than her test subject's. She goes limp, letting her chin rest in the tail. She drops the microphone, sending a sharp squeal over the crowd.

Try and put yourself in Twelve's shoes. They're very cute and well-polished, like the rest of you. You're only vaguely aware you have an evil hypnoskunk tail coming out of your backside, the only person who did know what's happening is currently having their brain melted by you, and the microphone that controls the mind-jacking speakers aimed at the crowd just rolled against your foot. The hypnoscreens in front of you are your only way of seeing the world, and they helpfully point out the microphone and you could use it to make these people help you feel good. Bliss is pleasure. Modemoiselle is pleasure. Modemoiselle is obedience.

Oh, and then your maid friend lunges at you and kisses a bunch of pure Modemoiselle musk into your mouth and strokes your hair and calls you a good girl until your hair is a mess and your mind has kinda been dissolved in musk and you just wanna kiss girls and do crimes and you know just how to do both of them.

The tail coils around both maids. They both hold the microphone, and they speak in unison. “We're gonna turn the machine all the way up and start making out in there and see what happens. Anyone who wants to join us is guaranteed a job afterwards~” A few tailswishes disperse the mind-fogging musk over the crowd. About a dozen people, ranging from the curious twink from earlier to people who, frankly, never stood a chance against something like this.

The booth doors slide open.

And close.

The screens flicker off, the speakers click quiet, and yet, anyone outside can hear the faint sounds of getting your brain fucked silly by the biggest cock you've ever seen while you're high on brain-sizzling hypnomusk and having your genes hacked by a supervillain.


“Miss, booth L is down again.”

“Twelve and Fourteen?”

“How'd you guess?”

“They do this every time I put them together. They go off script, start a huge orgy in the booth, forget everything in an orgasmic haze, and repeat.”

“So, how long does this, uh.”

“If you hurry, you can make it before they find the pleasure-linked hive mind button. Take the subway, the roads get backed up after the musk leak.”


* for the younguns, imagine a big smart phone you stand inside and try not to catch diseases from.

** https://www.netfunny.com/rhf/jokes/98/Jul/gazebo.html

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Emily always got up before Grace. She'd always get up to her alarm, roll out of bed, and, if Grace didn't join her in the shower, meet her at the closet. Today was a meet at the closet day. Grace's hands landed on her shoulders.

Emily tensed up for the briefest second and let herself relax. “Morning, Emmy~”

Emily rolled her neck and fell into Grace's arms. Big, happy smile. “Morning.” She looked up at her lover. Grace's fingers combed through her hair. She let their eyes meet.

“Princess wants you deep.” The words wash over Emily. Her eyes flutter peacefully shut. Her body falls limp in her princess's arms. “Good girl.” Emily moans when she hears those two special words. It didn't look like she could get limper, but there she goes.

“Today, my pretty little dolly, we're gonna be twins.” Grace reached into the closet and pulled out a short blonde wig with a pink streak over the right eye. Emily's hair is rolled up and tucked underneath.

Her happy, empty eyes watched her own transformation in the full-length mirror with a distant smile. Grace Classic finished drying her dolly off and threw the towel into the bathroom. She'd have the maid get it later.

“And when you wake up, dear, silly little Emily's going to still be asleep. For the rest of the day, you're gonna be my little Gracie. You love computers, sticking it to the man, and hypnosis. Of course, you're too smart to fall for a pretty girl swinging a pendant.

You've never been hypnotized, but every time you pick up something dangly, you find your gaze stuck to it. I never said you were good at it~”

“I'm a good little Gracie~“, the girl formerly known as Emily cooed. Her head flopped on her limp neck. Grace Prime moves her little twin's head around with the gentlest touch of her fingers.

“Yeah you are. Let's get you dressed, okay?” Grace Alpha snaps her fingers, and Grace Beta's eyes flutter open. She stumbles to her feet- and has no problem at all with Grace Prime feeling her up.

She throws her hip out to the side while her eyes slide across the closet. They slide across Emily's clothes like they weren't even there. Both Graces take a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra.

New Grace needs a little chest stuffing, and a few whispered words erase that detail from her mind.

“Hmm.” New Grace picks out two T-shirts. “What do you think? P♡P ST☆R or HYPN♡ T♡Y?”

“Better go with the second one. I know how much you love hypnosis.” Grace Classic takes the P♡P ST☆R shirt and tugs it on over her head. Both Graces throw on a denim half jacket and a plaid miniskirt.

Green and blue for Grace Classic, red and yellow for New Grace. Black and purple stripey thigh-high socks for Original Recipe Grace, rainbow for Extra Cutie. Both girls step into their boots and get ready to start the day!

“Your turn to make breakfast!” Grace Beta chimed, already on her way to the couch. “I'm thinking waffles and scrambled eggs and-”

Grace Alpha pulled her power glove onto one hand, turned her girlfriend around with the other, and gave her a gentle poke on the forehead. “Pause.” New Grace's jaw hung open. Her eyes stick where they are- crossed and looking at Grace Classic's finger.

With her girlfriend safely frozen, she hops across the kitchen, fetches her favorite apron- pink with “Brainwash The Cook” written on it- and puts it on her girlfriend. She takes her chin and angles her head up just a touch.

“Rewind ten seconds. Inject code echo literal 'You won the coin toss fair and square. I'd love to make breakfast for you, Grace. I love you so much.' end literal.” She pokes her forehead again. “Play.”

New Grace blinked a few times. “You won the coin toss fair and square. I'd love to make breakfast for you, Grace. I love you so much.” She smiles and makes her way to the fridge.

Grace Beta happily hummed to herself, scrambling eggs and preparing toast. She paused only when two magic words wandered into her ear. “Ghost mode”. Her eyes fluttered, and she went right back to buttering toast.

She could feel Grace Alpha's hands lifting her skirt, cupping her butt, and straightening her hair. The gentle kiss of a pair of lips against the back of her neck made her giggle and blush.

“H-hello?” She clenches her thighs when her unseen girlfriend's fingers slide between her legs. She turned around and looked right at Grace Alpha- but her mind wouldn't let he see the blonde, even after a nose poke and a kiss on the forehead.

“Welcome back”, she whispered. Grace 2's eyes fluttered. The mental block vanished. She greeted her girlfriend with a hug and went back to the eggs.

“Hey!” Grace the Second turns around while she pulls the liquid eggs into big, fluffy curds. “You didn't flip a coin! We said we'd take turns!” She huffed and plated out two matching breakfasts. She even stamped her foot while she sprinkled shredded cheese over both plates.

She crossed her arms, shifted her hip to one side, and leaned against the counter. Still in her 'Brainwash The Cook' apron, of course. “Grace, is there something you're not telling me?”

“Okay, Grace. You got me.” Grace the First laughs. “You've been hypnotized this whole time, and I'll do it again because I know you love it.”

“Please.” New Grace rolls her eyes. “You couldn't handle it. I think we both know who wears the pants here.”

“Yeah, it's the one not wearing an apron.”

Well, New Grace didn't like that. She pulled off the apron, neatly folded it, and set it on the counter. “Yeah? We'll see about that. I've been saving something for just such an occasion.” She storms off to the bedroom.

Old Grace follows close behind.

“I've been saving this for just the right moment.” The Grace formerly known as Emily stomped to 'her' dresser and picked up an old favorite- the finely cut and polished opal gemstone at the end of a silver chain.

She reached for the real Grace's chin and swung the pendulum. “I want you to take some nice, deep breaths for me, Grace. Just watch the pretty stone swing back and forth. Let it dance in the light and dazzle your eyes.”

“I agree. It does look pretty. So pretty, I bet you can't take your eyes off it. Completely transfixed by the crystal.” Grace Classic smiled. She watched her good little girlfriend fall under her own spell.

“I love watching the crystal. I love Princess Grace. I love letting her think for me.” She slipped into her old mantra.

“Good girls stay right there. I'll be right back.” A kiss on the cheek left the hypnotized Grace blissfully repeating those three special sentences to herself while the other went back to the closet.

Emily- not that the poor thing could remember either of her names at the moment- watched the crystal. She moaned when (her perfect princess) Grace ran her hands down her girlfriend's limp, eager body. She lifted up one arm and watched it flop back down to Emily's side.

“Good girl.” That got Emily to move- if only to press her thighs together to help stand the wave of pleasure. “You did such a good job at pretending to be a human. You can finally take a load off your mind and go back to being the good pony you always were.”

“Mmm, a good pony?”

“A very good pony. Sometimes you get these wild ideas in your head about being a human. You're pretty good at it. You definitely have the pretty girl you live with fooled. She doesn't notice your big, silly hooves or your horn.”

Grace slides the clothes off Emily's body. Ponies don't wear clothes, after all! Grace guided Emily, still staring at the pendant, into her suit. Her feet stepped into shiny, rubbery hooves. Her skin vanished under a white latex wave.

One hand slipped into a hoof, and, eventually, the pendant hand had to go back to Grace, who dangled it for her pretty pony. A simple white horn poked up through her hair. Her real hair, even. Grace had taken the wig back.

Emily is reminded, with the help of a gentle nudge, that ponies walk on all fours. A Snap! wakes her up.

“Ready for breakfast, Emmy?”

Emily drops to all fours. Her Princess Grace sits on her back and enjoys the ride. She plucks the plates of eggs off the counter and directs her trusty steed to the couch. She let her latex pony climb onto the couch and curl up on her lap while she ate. She loved days like this.

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