Princess Grace's Castle

realityplay

#ahegao #bondage #bulge #cheerleaders #crime #frillyoutfits #genitals #hacking #hypnogas #hypnosis #maids #Modemoiselle #Murdermaids #realityplay #ShowStoppers #supervillainy #transformation

This post is part 2 in a series of 2. The other post in this series is: Part 1

You know how it is being a busy executive. Buy, sell, buy, sell, shouting into the phones all day. Extracting excess capital from your workers, distributing it to your fellow rich assholes, and keeping a healthy portion for yourself. You're in the middle of gutting another beloved retailer who was doing just fine without you saddling them with debt and stripping them for parts when your intercom crackles to life. Funny, it's usually more of a buzz. And circuitry doesn't crawl out of the speaker. And your secretary doesn't usually sound like a supervillain saying “Good girls don't move~”. And your fancy mesh-backed office chair almost never turns into a tightly woven mass of ribbons, binding your arms and legs and covering your mouth in soft, shiny black velour. Big, shiny black bows dangle from your mouth, arms, and legs. And they're wrinkling your suit!

The intercom crackled and surged with electricity. A familiar face crawls out of the speaker. Followed by a familiar head of blonde hair, a familiar pink streak over one eye, a familiar black bow, a familiar parasol, and the familiar flowing black ball gown, wreathed with ribbons, cables, and circuitry that could only belong to Modemoiselle herself. She shakes her down cascade onto her shoulders. A few errant arcs of pink lightning arc between her locks. She sits atop the desk, one leg crossed over the other. Boot tapping against her captive's leg. “Well, well, well. If it isn't...” She plucks the unused ceramic coffee mug from its nest of takeout coffee cups. “Number one boss?” She shakes her head.

Her boot heel digs into her target's awfully vulnerable groin. D-did she always have a bulge down there? And did it always feel s-so good when a supervillain ground her heel against it, sending waves of circuitry pulsing across her exquisitely tailored suit?

Modemoiselle's finger swipes across the mug's surface. “Boss” vanishes to the left, and “pet” swoops in from the right. “Hmm, no, you're not really a pet, are you?” She smiles a devious smile and keeps swiping. “Slut?” She smiles at her captive. Watching her squirm and kick uselessly against her bonds. “What's wrong, dear? Can't break a few simple ribbons? I know you love how they feel against your skin. Too enchanted by my mere presence, perhaps, to even raise a finger against Miss Modemoiselle, The Grand Dame of the Grid?” She extends a black gloved finger and presses it against her quarry's chin. The ribbons tighten. Mmmph, they do feel good. Impossibly soft, even as they help Modemoiselle invade your mind and corrupt every thought of escape into 'fuck, I'm so horny for supervillains, like always.'” Modemoiselle's finger digs into her captive's chin and forces her to make eye contact.

“You're a smart girl. You went to...” Another ribbon lashes out from that fancy office chair. This time, it snatches the diploma off the wall. “Brown. Jeez, way to pick the hardest Ivy to tease you about.” She drops it and lets the glass shatter on the floor.

“But that was always your perogative, wasn't it? Always playing it safe. The safest school, the safest career, the easiest money.” She's back at the mug again. Swiping from “pet” to “harem dancer” to “onahole” to “sex doll”, making sure her victim gets an eyeful of each. “The meekest secretary who's too afraid of losing her job to turn down your advances. Maybe we should see how you like it.” She swishes the mug to say “Number One Secretary.”

The captive's breathing gets heavier.

“Now as for the nameplate, how long does it take to get a new one of these ordered?”

The ribbons get tighter.

“Sorry, two new ones ordered. One for me, one for my brainwashed little fuck typist.”

Too tight.

“Oh, look at me, fussing like some useless exec who doesn't know how to type, much less what the company actually does.”

The ribbons begin to tear.

“I'm sure I can issue some useless strategy memos that my underlings will use to bludgeon the real workers into compliance with their own petty goals.”


A blinding flash of light vaporizes the chair and the ribbons. New pink ones fly in from every corner of the room, twirling around what was once Modemoiselle's captive, and is now a spinning blob of girl-shaped transformation sequence summoning the powers of goodness, light, and ribbons to bear against her foe. Her plain brown hair explodes into chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry streaks, promptly tamed by a flowing pink ribbon tying itself into a neat little bow. Pretty standard magical girl stuff, you see a lot of it in the mid to high fantasy villainy business.

“In the name of all that is good and right, Ribbonmancer will never cease to fight, fight, fight!” The light fades. Instead, the same person stands. Her tailored suit transformed into pure light, and now into a tight white top with a big pink ribbon covering her breasts. A too-short black pleated skirt and a pair of panties are the only thing separating her new bulge from the world. She twirls her wand between her white gloved fingers and levels it at the dastardly supervillain who defaced her mug.

“I coulda sworn you had a better battle cry than that. It sounds like a high school fight song.”

“I didn't get to pick it, it's the Sacred Oath of the Seamstress's Sanctum.” She flicks her wrist, sending infinite lengths of pink ribbon flying out from every direction. Modemoiselle lept backwards off the desk, still holding the Number One Secretary mug.

“I thought you looked better in the suit.” Modemoiselle effortlessly twirls out of the way of every ribbon. She'll sidestep one, walk up another, then hook a third with the coffee mug handle and zipline down the length. “But, well, the slutty sailor scout cheerleader is a good look, too. Come on, say the thing again, but this time, stick a 'goooo team!' at the end.” A flick of her wrist twists a length of ribbon into a perfect pom-pom shape, knotted around one of Ribbonmancer's hands.

“We arrested you last night! You should be rotting in jail!”

“Finally, someone gets it. You should tell your bird friend about that so she doesn't make a fool of herself when a supervillain puts her into a brainwashing dream pod and turns her into a brainwashed little pony named... oh, I don't know...”

“Clop Star?” A third voice echoes from the other side of the intercom.

“Ravenna?” Ribbonmancer's attention snaps to the speaker on the desk. “What did she do to you? What did she do to us?”

“What do you think, Star? Does that count? Did she get it before you?”

“It doesn't count if you had to explain the whole plan to her before she got it. At least Bird Brain remembered the dream bomb.” The pony pouts from over the intercom.

“You're right. It was my fault for expecting more from an MBA.” Modemoiselle nods.

“Hey!”

“Oh, I've been calling you a useless drain on society since I got here, but that's the last straw? Come on, dear, at least pick the right battle.” She shakes her head. “Tell you what. I'll forget all about it if we can hear that cheer. I know you have it in you- I wrote the program myself.” Modemoiselle swipes the text on the mug a few more times until it says “Number One Cheerleader”.

New thoughts pour in through the magical girl's ears. Intoxicating music piercing straight through her mind. Entire lobes of her brain light up for their singular purpose. Her hips swivel and shake back and forth, powered by the rhythms borrowing her body and twisting her to Modemoiselle's villainous whims. She twirls on her toe and summons another ribbon pom-pom to match the one currently imprisoning her hand.

“In the name of all that's good and right! Ribbonmancer will fight! fight! fight!”

The ribbons start to shift. Pink gives way to black and green. Circuitry starts to replace the veins in her eyes. The poor thing struggles against the music rending her thoughts to pieces. Fists clenching. Body twisting. Brand new cock leaking right into her extremely visible panties.

“Better do what it says, dear. It'll just get stronger and stronger until you give in~” Modemoiselle idly pretends to inspect her nails through her gloves. “I wrote more cheers for you, and it'd be awfully rude to refuse to recite them for the supervillain who's currently up to her elbows in your brain. You'd look cute with your brain melted into a singing, dancing puddle, but I have bigger plans for you.” The coffee mug dangles from her index finger while she leans forward onto her palms. All too happy to simply sit and watch the show.

“Miss Modemoiselle, please own my mind! This dumb cheerleader's in a bind! I can't think and I can't drive! My brain is ribbons, I'll be eaten alive! Take pity on this capitalist slut and let her show off her perfect butt!”

Every rhyming pair only feeds the music pulsing a circuit heart-shaped hole through her mind. But no hero would go down without one last-ditch effort to save herself. She had to be using that mug for something. It was her only weak point. Her body twirls, springs, and shakes from side to side, as is natural when being turned into a cheerleader by brainwashing music hooked directly up to your head through the dream pod being controlled by a supervillain. One of her wrists flicks outside of the prescribed routine. What a breach in protocol! What will Miss Modemoiselle say? The ribbon pom-pom on that hand unfurls, sending one lashing directly at the coffee mug.

“Ooh, I love the spunk, dear, but bad choice~” Modemoiselle lets the mug slip off her finger. The ribbon entangles her wrist, but it's too late. The mug tumbles down, down, down onto that fancy hardwood floor you insisted on, and it

shatters.


The sound of breaking ceramic echoes to and from every direction. The office facade falls away to reveal... well, nothing, really. An endless void stretching in every direction. Empty, save for Modemoiselle and a naked Ribbonmancer. The music in her head has subsided, but so has everything else.

“You really thought that shattering the thing that represented your brain was going to help you in the dream world? Haven't you seen, like, any fiction? Or had someone explain the concept of a metaphor to you?”

“Fine.” Ribbonmancer crosses her arms, calling up a few winding ribbons- in Modemoiselle's colors instead of her usual pink, of course- to cover her breasts and new cock. Out of habit, really. And she only knows how to tie them in big, bouncy bows, so that's what's going on with the naked Ribbonmancer situation. “You win, what was I supposed to do?”

“Dear, look at you.” Modemoiselle snaps her gloved fingers. A sleek, human-sized, curved glass pod rises from the void. Inside is Ribbonmancer, still wearing her suit, headphones clamped to her ears, and staring at a hacked black ribbon over her eyes that's keeping her nice and under the supervillain's spell. “Did you really think you could think your way out of this one? You couldn't even think your way out of 'maybe my greedy, destructive business tactics are causing more harm than my heroing is doing good', much less 'capitalism is a prison'. Even if I did set up a puzzle box for you with some chance of escape, I don't think you'd get it. Why would I risk breaking up my matching set?”

“So all of us are...”

“In pods like this! Well, except for the one you already met. She's currently... hang on.” Modemoiselle vanishes for a moment as she jacks out of the dream pod. She reappears a moment later. “...Practicing a musical number. She pushed me out of her room with her hooves and said it was a surprise for me and that I can't listen until it's done.”

“She's also currently a horse.”

“That she is! So, how are you doing?”

“Cold, naked, and brainwashed, apparently.”

“Oh, don't worry, dear.” Modemoiselle smiles. White coffee mug shards zoom from all corners of the void. “You're going to get much more brainwashed than this.” The mug reassembles in her hand, still on 'cheerleader'. A few swipes of her finger set it back to 'secretary'. She sets it on top of the pod. The thick pink fog inside thickens. The music returns to the hero's head, even stronger than before. The hacked ribbon currently beaming thoughts into her brain kicks into overdrive.

Ribbonmancer can see the outlines of spirals drilling deeper and deeper into her brain, and she's starting to realize that it's good? That the machine wrapped around her cock and programmed to deliver perfect pleasure straight to her brain makes it hard to think about anything else? That Miss Modemoiselle was right all along? That her tongue is rolling out of her mouth, and her eyes want to roll up into her head? That Miss Modemoiselle's fingers are combing through her hair right now and a single tug would send her over the edge?

“You know, dear, I bet if you begged me, I'd tug your hair like the slut you are and shatter your mind into a trillion pieces.” Modemoiselle gingerly collects strands of Neapolitan hair into her hand. Putting just a little pressure on. Barely enough to get her toy's breath quivering. “But with how rude you've been, you're going to have to wow me.”

“P-please, Mode-”

“Miss Modemoiselle.” A snap of Modemoiselle's fingers forces the words to catch in her throat. “Haven't you ever begged before? Make me want to assimilate you. Here, I'll even give you a hand, since we all know that capitalism and being a corporate stooge chokes out innovation.”

A simple stool rises from the depths and bumps against her butt.

Ribbonmancer looks down, then up. She sits down. It's cold. Modemoiselle smiles and nods. “Now what?”

She looks unsure. She calls another ribbon up and lets it tie her legs together. Nice and tight, with a big ol' bow. Black ribbons with Modemoiselle's circuitry pulsing down their length. Tingly against her skin. Perfectly packaged for Miss Modemoiselle. Bound up, at her mercy, presenting yourself to her for her to use for whatever evil scheme she dreams up...

She barely needs the encouragement to continue. She binds her hands behind her back. The ribbons around her breasts fall away and retie themselves into a figure-eight knot. She ties her cock up with a neat little bow, a touch of pressure so she's hard and ready for action whenever Miss wishes. One last ribbon snakes around her mouth and seals it off. She looks up at Modemoiselle expectantly.

“Much better. Was that so hard?” Her boot's pressing against that cute little gift-wrapped cock again. Ribbonmancer's eyes roll back into her head and her mouth ribbon muffles a moan.

Modemoiselle levels a loaded parasol at her bound bounty. “You know what this is full of, right?”

She nods.

“And you want me to spray you with it, I bet.”

She nods.

“Even though this much at this range will let me sculpt your brain however I wish?”

She nodnodnods.

“And I'm going to take over your company, use its resources to help as many people as possible, all while you're my brainwashed secretary?”

Nodnodnodnodnodnodnodnod.


Psssh~ Thick pink smoke envelops her face. Her eyes roll back into her head. Modemoiselle, as promised, gives her hair a mighty yank! and the poor thing moaned so hard, Clop Star could hear it from her room in the real world.

Modemoiselle spraying a dressed-up Ribbonmancer with pink hypnosmoke (By MentalCrash)


“Aww, hypnoslut's first orgasm.” Modemoiselle does not stop pulling, and the girl formerly known as Ribbonmancer does not stop coming. “Don't worry, dear. There's more where that came from during every step of your training.”

Poor thing was too busy having pleasure centers she didn't even know about turned all the way up to really process what Miss Modemoiselle was monologuing at her about. Too busy having her brain reduced to its base components. Too busy being smashed to pieces so it could be rebuilt. And far too horny to realize the dream world metaphor Modemoiselle was going for with the mug.

Soon, the vicious viral vixen vanished. The pod kicked into overdrive, stretching its captive's perception of time to run her through countless training exercises. Exactly how Miss Modemoiselle likes her coffee*. Where every file and record is kept** and how Miss Modemoiselle likes them presented to her***. And what happens when Miss Modemoiselle says “Showtime”****. All pulsed to the bedrock of her brain, where things like “kissing girls is good” and “water is wet, but not as wet as I am when Miss Modemoiselle looks me in the eyes” live.

“The report on my brainwashing and time in the pod, Miss Modemoiselle.” Her heels click and clack against the ground. Same expensive suit as before, but pulsing with circuitry, tastefully accented with corrupted ribbons, and adjusted to show off her new curves. The walls lined with computers and pulsing circuitry, dusted by three Murdermaids sitting on each other's shoulders and working in parallel. Modemoiselle herself has her boots kicked up on the table, allowing her secretary to sneak a peak up her skirt. She does, of course.

“And~?”

Three minidiscs clatter onto the desk. “Perfect as always, Miss Modemoiselle. You're far too brilliant to allow some ungrateful hero to ruin your plans.”

“And~?”

“Any time you want to kick your feet up on a different desk, the old office has been done up to your liking and awaiting your masterful direction.”

“And~?”

“Would you like to adjust my body and mind more to your liking? You did a perfect job the first time around, but I know how you love to tinker.”

“That I do, dear. Go check on the rest of the pods and practice your cheers with your pony friend. She said you were a little flat last time.”

Her heels clicked off, her hips swayed just like how Miss Modemoiselle liked, and the halls echoed with the beeping of pods, the knocking on glass, and, soon, the distant practicing of cheers with a pony.

Fuck, it's good to be a villain.


* She doesn't, she prefers soda ** In the computer *** You fanning out some disks on her desk, delivering a brief oral report, and asking if Miss would like to brainwash you into anything. A folder stuffed with papers if you need something that thuds on the table, but you don't have to print anything on them. **** [data missing]


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Princess pats your padded butt and makes sure your layers of frills and lace are in place. She paints a pair of pink hearts on your cheeks and makes sure your lips match. She clicks the padlocks into place on your corset, high heels, and the long pink wig cascading to your butt.

She tugs your big fairy princess wings into place and gives you one more big hug. “Okay, dear. Your fairy princess wand here has just enough money for bus fare and to pay the locksmith to take two of your locks off.”

“But I have three locks, Princess!”

“Guess you'll have to pick one to keep or find some other way to pay. And because good girls don't talk back...” She pokes your nose. “Programming mode on. Whenever someone says the word 'wish', you will be the Kiss Fairy for five minutes.”

“You will become giggly, perky, introduce yourself to everyone around, and tell them that you'll give anyone a kiss wherever they want! Programming complete. Compile and install.”

Your eyes flutter. Big smile for the Kiss Fairy you don't know is in your head yet!

Princess gives you a kiss on the forehead and nudges you towards the door. “Better hurry. The locksmith is all the way across town and you only have a few hours. Remember, there's plenty of people watching online, so you can ask them for help if you get in trouble. Have fun!”

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“Welcome, one and all, to Lady Grace's Salacious Somnambulist Show on this fine All Hallow's Eve! I'm here today with my lovely volunteer, Candy. We've never met before, have we?”

Candy shakes her head. Her rainbow wig shifts around a little on her head.

She brushes her poofy blue dress into place and watches Grace strut around the stage. “Nope! I've been hypnotized a lot, though, so maybe I just forgot.” She shrugs.

“I'll have to make sure this is a night to remember for the rest of us, then!” Grace laughs and produces a single crystal on a string. She sends it swinging in front of Candy's eyes. She locks on to it. Her body starts swaying immediately. A dreamy smile spreads across her face.

“Back and forth, dear. Back and forth.”

“Mmm, back and forth. I'm a good girl~”

“Indeed you are, Princess Candy. Every breath you take brings you deeper and deeper under my control. I bet you love being controlled, don't you~?”

“It's my very most favorite thing~!” Candy bounces. “In fact, I-”

Suzuki whispers two quick words in her ear. Candy's mouth falls shut. She collapses against Grace's body. Guess they had met before~

“Good girl. In fact, you're the best girl. When I wake you up, you'll be the prettiest princess in all the land. Unfortunately, it's an awfully hot day, and all you have to cool you down are the Popsicles your loyal subjects have for you.

Whenever you hear one say 'Popsicle', you'll get down on your knees and get licking. It's the only way to cool down.” Candy didn't have to be told twice to suck whatever she could find.

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A stage show Sunset Shimmer!

Cover picture by https://twitter.com/whatdoidh

Contains: stage hypnosis, humiliation, costumes, reality play, light noncon (as in tricked into hypnosis, no sex or anything), people thinking they’re animals

“Welcome one and all to Princess Sunset Shimmer's Mesmerizing Magical Menagerie!” Sunset paced back and forth across the stage. Basking in the applause she loved so much. A silk black top hat shone in the stage lights atop her head.“I will be your entertainment this evening- and some of you will be mine.” Sunset laughs- and makes a mental note of those in the audience that didn't. “Lucky for you, I'm sharing the spotlight tonight. That's right. When Princess Sunset takes the stage, it's her subjects that get to be the real stars.”

A quick wave of her hand pulled a ruby-tipped magic wand from her suit pocket. Tailored just for the occasion, of course. Sunset couldn’t be seen in anything but the very best. Her polished high heels clicked against the wooden stage. Licks of flame swirled around her heel with every step. “And, for my first assistant, I pick... you!” Sunset thrusts her wand at a purple-haired bookworm trying to hide in the back. The tip shimmers for a brief instant. The spotlights snap to Princess Sunset’s first volunteer. “Come to the stage!”

Like most “volunteers”, this one was nervous. It took some urging from her friends to get her on her way to the stage. “Give her a hand, folks! It’s not easy being first.” The crowd cheered and applauded for Sunset’s very first victim. When she arrives on stage, Sunset puts the tip of the wand in her face. “So! Tell us about yourself!”

She stammered. She shook a few locks of purple hair from her face. The spotlights were so hot. Sweat dripped down her face. “M-my name is Twilight Sparkle. I’m a student here in town.” Even with the wand amplifying her voice, Sunset has to take her by the chin and help her look at the crowd.

“Good to hear! And are you ready to be my first eager volunteer!”

Twilight noticed that wasn’t a question.

“You’re looking a little sweaty, Twilight dear. Are you okay? Maybe a little warm?”

Twilight nodded. She eyed the spotlights bearing down on her. She took a few deep breaths.

“It probably feels good to be nice and warm like this.” Sunset’s hands rested on her volunteer’s shoulders. “You can just take nice, deep breaths and focus on how good it feels. How nice the lights are. How good my body feels pressed against yours.”

Twilight took a big, shaky breath in. The warmth was nice. It soothed her muscles. The breath out was smoother.

“That’s in. Deep breath in.”

Twilight breathed in. Smoother and more confident every time.

“And out.”

She exhaled.

“Feel the warmth fill your body with every breath.” Sunset could feel those cute little muscles loosening under her grip. Twilight breathed in, held it for a second, and breathed out. Each breath fed the rising warmth inside her body. Her muscles slowly drained of all their nervous tension. “I’m going to count backwards from five. With every number, I want you to breathe in, hold it, and breathe out, just like you’ve been doing.” Twilight nodded. Maybe a little more lazily than she meant.

“Five. Deep breaths. Feel the warmth bubbling up inside you.”

In. Hold. Out.

“Four. Good girl. Let it rise up to your mind.”

In. Hold. Out.

“Three. Let the warmth melt your thoughts. They’re going to start slowing down for a while. You don’t need them. They’ll be back later.”

In. Hold. Out.

“Two. Your thoughts are slowing to a crawl. You’re totally nice and warm. It feels good.”

In. Hold. Out.

“One. Completely warm. Completely still. Completely mine.”

In. Hold. Out.

“How do you feel, Twilight?” Sunset asked, watching the student sway where she stood.

“G-good.” She struggled to put the words together.

“When I snap my fingers, you will be completely blank. You will be in a world with only my voice. There’s no outside world at all. Do you understand?”

Twilight was in mid-nod when Sunset snapped her fingers. She collapsed into Sunset’s arms. Her purple eyes half-lidded in the throes of trance. A strand of drool threatened to fall from her mouth. “Isn’t she great, ladies and gentlemen? Give her a hand! Not that she can hear it.”

The crowd clapped and cheered. Silly Twilight couldn’t hear a thing, of course. She couldn’t hear anything unless Sunset said it. Everything else was in one ear and out the other.

“Twilight.” Sunset’s voice! “When I snap my fingers, you will be my happy little cheerleader. You want nothing more than to cheer on Princess Sunset. You will remain in your trance, and will fall back into this state when I snap again. Do you understand?”

Twilight nodded. Sunset snapped. A pair of red and orange pom-poms hovered into her hands.

“Ready? Okay!” Twilight bounced to center stage. “Princess Sunny! She’s my honey! She’ll give a you a run for your money!” She clapped and tried her darndest to lift her leg above her head. Darn restrictive long skirt. “Princess! Princess! She’s the best! Everyone else is just less! GIve me a S! Give me a U! Give me a-” Snap! Her eyes lidded. Sunset caught the collapsing figure. The crowd cheered for Sunset and her eager little cheerleader.

“Did you have fun, dear?” Sunset’s warm, gloved hands prop up the student’s body. She tries her best to nod. “Good girl.” She is, isn’t she? She was such a good girl. Nice and warm in Princess Sunset’s arms.

“I’m going to snap my fingers again, dear.” Sunset’s hot, soothing voice whispered into Twilight’s eager ears. “And when I do, you’ll be yourself. Absolutely nothing will have changed.” Sunset produces an “I ❤ Princess Sunset” T-shirt from her sleeve and drapes it over her subject’s head. Silly thing needed help getting her arms through the holes. “You’re wearing everything you did when you got dressed this morning. Nothing more, nothing less.” A pair of red and orange bunny ears settle atop the student’s purple head of hair. “You haven’t even been hypnotized yet.”

Twilight slowly nods her head. That earns her a ‘good girl’ and another Snap!

She stood up under her own power. Sunset produced a hand mirror and held it behind her back. “Good evening, Miss Twilight. How are you?”

“I’m fine, I guess. Shouldn’t you be trying to hypnotize me or something?” She looked curiously at the laughing crowd.

“I think I already have.” Sunset offers Twilight the mirror. “Unless you put those ears on all by yourself.”

“O-of course I did!” Twilight snatched the mirror from Sunset’s white gloved hand. “I never leave home without my Sunny bunny ears. Ask anyone!”

“Sorry, dear. How silly of me. And we’ve never met before?”

“Not before tonight.” Twilight scoffed. “Obviously.”

“So that shirt was always a regular part of your wardrobe?”

Twilight instinctively looked down at her chest, crossed her arms across it, and hoisted her nose into the air. “Obviously, it was a gift. I’ve never heard of your show in my life.”

“Well, you must enjoy the gift. You decided to wear it in front of all these people.” Sunset tugs the shirt down to show it to the laughing audience.

Twilight’s cheeks burned red. “W-well, you see, I-”

Snap!

Twilight’s body went limp again. The crowd’s cheering and laughter rolled off her mind. They weren’t for her. It was just her and Princess Sunny.

Sunset whispered into those eagerly listening ears. “I’m going to wake you up in a moment, and you’re going to keep two things in mind. You can remember that. You’re a smart girl. For now, at least~” She helped Twilight nod. Silly hypnotized girls like her needed help. Sunset peeled the bunny ears and shirt off her subject.

“From now on, whenever I touch your shoulder like this-” Sunset’s wonderfully warm palm sat on the slumped student’s shoulder. “-and whisper in your ear like this.” Her hot, tingling breath fell on those eager ears. “My words will become your thoughts. You won’t notice anything odd about this. After all, they’re your own, original ideas.”

“Yesh, Princess~” Twilight’s tongue falls limp in her mouth.

“Very good. Now, in a moment, I’m going to snap my fingers. When I do, you will be the hypnotist. Twilight the Magnificent.” Sunset plucks the black silk top hat from her head and settles it atop Twilight’s. She wraps a flowing black cape around her shoulders. “And you’re about to pluck one of your friends from the audience. They’ll be the star of the show.” Sunset presses a shiny gold pocket watch into Twilight’s palm. “And I will be your beautiful assistant, Sunny.”

Twilight squares her shoulders and clutches the watch. She nods a little more firmly.

“Very good. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Twilight the Magnificent!”

Snap!

“Thank you for the introduction, Sunny.” Twilight rewards her assistant with a kiss on the cheek. “You forgot something, though~” She picks the bunny ears off the ground and settles them on Sunny’s head.

“Of course, Miss Twilight. How could I have forgotten?” Sunny winks to the audience. Twilight the Magnificent only takes their laughter as encouragement.

Twilight the Magnificent makes a big show of looking out over the audience. “Now, where is my first volunteer?”

Sunny waves the spotlight onto Twilight's friends.

“You two!” Twilight, right on cue, waves a rainbow head of hair and some elegant violet curls on stage.

“You’re gonna go under first, Rarity.” Rainbow playfully elbowed her friend in the ribs.

“Please, darling. Like I’d ever be embarrassed in front of all these people like that.” She climbs on stage first. “No offense, Twilight.”

Twilight “accidentally” flicks Rarity’s nose when she withdraws her shiny golden watch from her pocket. “Twilight the Magnificent will let that one go for now. After all, the show must go on!”

Rarity and Rainbow are set facing each other. Twilight’s watch dangles between them. Sunset’s hand landed on the magician’s shoulder.

“Just watch the watch, dears.” Sunset said and Twilight repeated with perfect showman flair. Rainbow and Rarity watched it swing.

“Take deep breaths while I count down from five. When your gorgeous hypnotist reaches zero, you will be completely under her control.” Twilight laughed to herself. The audience laughed along with Sunset.

“Five.” All four girls counted off.

“Four.” Rainbow was starting to slump a little bit. Rarity wiped a lick of drool from her face.

“Three.” Rarity’s shoulders fell for the first time since coming on stage. Rainbow’s eyes went dull.

“Two.” A long strand of drool threatened to stain the lace bra keeping Rarity’s breasts perky. Rainbow said it more like “tuh”.

“One.” It took all their energy just to stay watching the watch. They were such good girls.

“Zero. Very good.” Sunset’s hand left Twilight’s shoulder.

“Tell me, dears. How do you feel?” Twilight took her friends by their chins.

Rainbow reported that she felt ‘awesome’, while Rarity clocked in at ‘wonderful, darling’.

“Very good. While my assistant fetches the princess dress and the maid dress-” Twilight waves Sunny away. “-you two are going to be absolutely certain I made you do something embarrassing in front of all these people. You’ll have no idea what it was, but you’ll remember that you loved it. When I snap my fingers again, you’ll fall right back into your lovely little trance. Understand?”

“Yes, Miss Twilight.” Both girls echoed.

Snap!

Rarity’s face burned with the brilliant blush only a lady like her could muster. “Twilight!” She slapped the purple pony! “How could you make us do something like... like that?”

“Yeah, Twilight!” Rainbow chimed in. “How could you make us get up on stage and make us do that without even warning us first?”

“I agree, darling. What you did was absolutely... oh, what’s the word?”

“Awful?” Rainbow added.

“Unforgivable.” Rarity nodded.

“Gross.”

“Disgusting.”

“Kinda fun.”

“Enjoyable.”

“Hot.”

“Something I wouldn’t mind doing again.”

“My deepest fantasy!”

“Dear, you must make us do it again!”

Snap!

“Weren’t they delightful, folks? Give them a hand.” Twilight implored the crowd. Applause washed over both limp, mindless girls.

Sunset returned with a frilly pink princess dress. Poofy shoulders, more petticoats than you could count, cheap jewelry, heels that ran a size too small. The works. Twilight’s hand laid on Rainbow’s shoulder. “The person I’m touching right now will, when I snap my fingers, be a pretty, prissy princess.” Sunset centered the long pink wig on her head. Bubblegum locks cascaded down to her athletic butt. “One who loves the color pink, being the girliest girl she can imagine, and her subjects. In that order. Today, dear, you will be punishing that naughty maid of yours.” Twilight rubbed the fresh handprint on her cheek.

Rainbow nodded absentmindedly, managing a “Yes, Miss Twilight~ I’m a pretty princess~” while Sunny led her behind a screen to get changed.

“And you, dear Rarity.” Twilight moved on. “Will be Princess Dash’s delightful little maid. Always eager to please, and completely unafraid to get a little dirty. After all, a maid’s purpose in life is to please her princess, nothing more. Cooking, cleaning, whatever she asks.”

“Of course, Miss Twilight. I live to serve.” The maid outfit fell into her hands. The black dress had only half as many petticoats as the princess dress (she was a servant, after all), but complete with a frilly white apron, white cap, uncomfortably high heels, and a cute pink feather duster. Twilight plopped a long black wig over Rarity’s head and sent her off to get changed.

“Good girls. I’ll have to reward you two later.” Twilight gives both her pretty little girls a pat on the head. “For now, though, Mimi here has been a very naughty girl, and Princess Dashica cannot let that go unpunished.” Twilight the Magnificent gives the maid a premature spank.

Snap!

The fingers, this time, were Sunset’s. Twilight the Magnificent’s eyes went dim. She slumped into her assistant’s warm, welcoming arms.

“A round of applause for Twilight the Magnificent and her eager volunteers!” The crowd went wild. None of the three heard it, of course. They were waiting for their Mistress to talk to them.

“You two-” The princess and the maid each get a warm, Sunny hand. “-can go sit down.” The two shuffle back to their seats. Their eyes still dim and their bodies still in costume. Sunny turns her attention to the former hypnotist. “Twilight the Magnificent, however, is going to perform the most difficult trick in her book. She is going to hypnotize herself into a pretty little pony. She’ll find her watch irresistible. Her eyes will droop. And her silly little brain will go dim. She really needs someone to take care of her.”

Snap!

“Thank you, thank you.” Twilight the Magnificent bows. “For my final trick, I will perform a feat widely considered to be impossible. I’m going to hypnotize myself into a pretty little pony for everyone in the audience! Don’t try this at home~” She winks. She focuses her eyes on her swinging watch.

“It may not look like it, but I’m falling into a very deep trance. I’m a good girl. I’ll make a pretty pony.” Her big, confident smile fades into a dumb grin.

“Five. I’m completely mes-mare-ized.” She whinnies.

“Four. I’m going to be so cute.” She giggles.

“Three. I don’t need to think.” She dulls her eyes.

“Two. I have such a pretty mane and such cute hooves.” Her hands curl into cute, useless fists. The watch clatters to the floor.

“One. Night night, Twilight~” She falls to all fours. Her cape cascades onto the floor. Her lovely assistant is ready with all the proper pony accessories. Sunny puts a pair of purple pony ears atop her pretty pony’s head. They poke through her hair, framing her black silk top hat. Sunset captures some of her purple hair in a long, tuggable ponytail.

The crowd goes wild. They cheer and applaud for the pretty pony. The black leather saddle falling on her caped back and the hoof gloves and boots only make the cheers louder. Twilight barely notices her new blonde tail. It’s what a pretty pony would have after all. The pony whinnies happily and kicks her new hooves in the air. Sunset bows, her fiery hair falling over her shoulders. She didn’t even need to hold her hat on this time!

“Now, if I recall, my little pony had a few friends who haven’t been on stage. Why don’t you show me, Twilie dear?” Sunset sat on her little pony’s saddle. The real hypnotist idly inspected her nails while her pony carried her down the aisle. Twilight flicked her tail at the princess, the maid, and the three girls who haven’t yet felt Princess Sunset’s touch. One trying her hardest to not look, one trying her hardest to look, and one rolling her eyes and checking the time.

Princess Sunset takes the seat next to the shy one. “Enjoying the show, dear?”

“Oh, uh, of course. I’m having a lot of fun staying here and not being hypnotized please don’t embarrass me!” Her voice gets higher and higher. She grabs for something to hide her face behind.

“Don’t worry about that, dear. After all, I wouldn’t hypnotize you like this.”

“Y-you wouldn’t?”

“Of course not.” Sunset’s manicured hand cups that lovely little chin. “We could sit here all day and talk and you wouldn’t be hypnotized.”

“I wouldn’t?” She peeks out from behind her hands.

“You could find your eyes starting to droop, your jaw going slack, and your thoughts turning to how amazing I am. But you wouldn’t be hypnotized.”

Her shoulders start to fall. “That’s good to know.” She exhales.

“You might end up begging me to control your mind and twist you around my finger, but you wouldn’t be hypnotized.”

“A-are you sure?” She tenses up again.

“Positive. Maybe you should tell me about yourself. Those words have been building up in you the whole time. They’re trying to pour out of your mouth right now. You can’t keep it in any longer!” Snap!

“My name is Fluttershy, I love animals, it was Twilight’s idea to come to the show because she thinks hypnosis is a big sham, I think girls with fiery hair are really-” Fluttershy claps her hands over her mouth. Her eyes wide with panic.

Sunset laughs. The rest of the crowd claps. “It feels so good to let it all out. In fact, I think you’re going to do just that. Empty that silly little head all over the crowd.” Her warm, manicured finger pried Fluttershy’s hands from her face. The poor girl hadn’t stopped running her mouth.

“-I kissed a dog on the lips once, my favorite color is green, watching you work on my friends is really hot, I wish I was the maid and AJ was the princess, I have a thing for being humiliated, I don’t know what taxes are-”

Fluttershy was left to empty her mind all over whoever would listen. Mostly her friend with more pink hair and less interest in brushing it. The crowd’s watching eyes turned her face red. Poor thing’s arms were limp at her sides. “As for you, my little pony.” Sunset takes Twilight’s chin. “You have to be punished for doubting me.” Twilight’s big, dumb pony eyes gaze back. Sunset gingerly tugs on her little pony’s hair. “Let’s see if your friend here has any ideas.”

“I once held up a cat’s hind legs and walked him around like a wheelbarrow. I want you to spank me. ” Fluttershy finishes. Her dull green eyes stare straight ahead at the empty stage.

“Flutterbutt, dear, are you completely empty for me?”

“Of course, Princess Sunset.”

“Good girl. Tell me, what should I do with your friend here?”

“I don’t know, Princess Sunset. I’m just a silly, empty girl for you. She does make an awfully cute pony.” Her soft voice rolls out of her mouth.

“Well, dear, you’ve been so good, I think you get to play with her. Come along.” Sunset takes Fluttershy by the wrist and her little pony by the reins to lead them both on stage. “Fluttershy, dear, when I snap my fingers, you are going to be a harsh stable mistress.” Her limp fingers curl around a riding crop. “You are auctioning off this pony to the highest bidder, knowing full well that she’s a particularly naughty ponygirl.”

“Of course, Princess. I’ll bring her in line.”

“Congratulations, Twilight. You’ve graduated.” Sunset grabs her by the ponytail and plops her up on her two hind hooves. “You walk upright, end your sentences by neighing and whinnying, and the only authority you respect is a whip or a crop. You’re a very naughty ponygirl.”

Twilight whinnies derisively. “Whatever.”

Snap!

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first annual Pretty Pony Paradise Auction. The first item up for bid-” Fluttershy brings the slouching pony to attention with a swat! on the rear. “-is Little Miss Twilight. Don’t let the name fool you. She’s the meanest girl I’ve ever trained. Luckily, I know what she likes.” The crop slides up Twilight’s back. The purple pony nervously champs at her bit. “She likes it when I make a show out of her.” A well-placed hand between the shoulder blades eased Twilight back onto all fours. A pair of purple eyes glared back the whole time. “You just have to show a little dominance, a touch of tough love-” swat! “-and know exactly where they like to be hit. Apologize to the people for being moody, you little Twilobite.” She smiled.

“I-I’m sor-”

Snap!

Both girls go limp. The crowd goes wild again. The riding crop clatters to the ground.

“Thank you, thank you.” Sunset bows. “Now, for my next volunteer-”

“Me! Mememe! Pick me!” An eager hand shot into the air. That obnoxious, unkempt head of pink hair was jumping on its chair. “Pleeease? I’ll be a really good hypnosis thing lady!”

“Stable Mistress Flutters, I think one of your mares got away.” Sunset points at the Pinkie frantically waving at the stage. “Why don’t you bring her back and show everyone what the best horse trainer in town can do?” Sunset puts a bit and bridle in her little stable hand’s hand, complete with pony ears. A ball gag, too. Just in case.

Snap!

Fluttershy scoops up her riding crop and spurs her little pony to action with a quick swat. Sitting side saddle, of course. “Let’s go pay that uppity mare a visit, shall we?”

Twilight whinnies. Her rubbery hooves clip and clop down from the stage and into the aisle. Pinkie rushes to meet the pair halfway. “Oooh! What are you gonna do with those? Are they for me? They look so cool! What am I gonna do first? How does it feel to be hypnotized? Is Twilight comfy?”

Fluttershy shook her head. “Good ponies do not speak unless spoken to.”

“Uh, Earth to Fluttershy? I’m not a pony. I’m a person.”

The harsh crack of a riding crop connecting broke the air. A distinct red outline glowed on Pinkie’s cheek. Fluttershy dangled the bridle from her finger. “Good ponies put it on before I make you turn the other cheek.” Pinkie rushed to bridle herself. The ball gag went in with a pop. Pinkie muffled excitedly around it. “That’ll have to do until I can make you shut up. Come along, dear~” She planted a kiss right on that tender cheek. She dragged her newest little pony by the reins and into the aisle. She yanked Pinkie onto all fours, sat on Twilight’s back, and kicked her feet up on Pinkie. “You two are going to carry me back on stage.” The crop rested on Pinkie’s tight, firm butt. “Or else.” Pinkie whimpered and trotted. Twilight snorted and complied.

“What a good sport. Give her a hand, folks!” Sunset welcomed her ponies and their talented stable mistress back on stage. Applause washed over the four. “You’ve all been such good girls and such talented performers. I think you’ve all earned some sleep!” Another Snap! Three more limp girls and one terrified.

“Can I talk now? That was super scary and kind of fun! Can they hear me when they’re all droopy like this? Can I play with them?”

“Play with them? Dear, you’re going to join them.”

“Pfft, I’ve been watching your little thing with the watch. All I gotta do is close my eyes and not listen to you talk all sexy!” “This old thing?” Sunset makes a big show of tossing the ruby watch over her shoulder. Poor Pinkie watches it clatter to the ground, but she holds firm. Eyes closed. Fingers in her ears. She’s even holding her breath.

“All I have to do is remind you how good it feels to submit.” Sunset caressed Pinkie’s chin. Her hot breath rolled across her face. “Being paraded around in front of all these people. Giving your mind over to a pretty girl.” She laughed. “Sorry. The most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.” Pinkie’s eyes creak open. “Unable to look away from her eyes. Falling deeper and deeper under your spell. You remember how much you loved being nothing more than a plaything for these nice people.”

“Uh-huh.” Poor thing couldn’t hold her breath forever.

“My helpless plaything. Not a thought in your head.”

Pinkie’s fingers fell out of her ears.

“My toy to play with.”

Her jaw went slack.

“Empty.”

Drool.

“Little.”

Shudder.

“Doll.”

Moan.

Snap!

Collapse.

“Good girl.”

Sunset’s hands guide her doll’s limp form to the ground. “Nice and stiff, dear. Porcelain dolls don’t move unless Miss Sunset moves them.” She sits Pinkie down. Legs out straight. Arms to the sides. Good dolls like her wouldn’t even think of moving. Good dolls wouldn’t even think. “You just sit there with your bright eyes and your big empty smile and wait for Princess Sunset to play with you.”

The crowd applauded, of course. Why wouldn’t you want to reward Princess Sunset for being so gorgeous and perfect? She’s made a princess and a maid, a pony and her rider, and one lonely doll. Sunset zeroes in on the one blonde girl with five empty seats next to her. “Great show, huh? I wonder who she’s gonna do next.” Sunset kicks her feet up on the seat in front of her.

“Hey! Ain’t ya supposed to be up there, makin’ my friends look silly?”

“Am I?” Sunset closed a leather collar around the country girl’s neck. She stood up and gingerly tugged on the leash. “We should probably get up there, then! Come along, girl!”

Applejack stayed put. “No way. You ain’t getting me out of this chair.”

“Sounds like you’ll have to get yourself out of the chair.” Sunset sits back down. “I’ve never seen a puppy refuse a walk before.”

“Ah’m not a puppy. Ah’m a-”

“You’re right. You’re a grown-up dog. Well-trained, happy to wear your collar, and you won’t piddle on my stage.”

“I ain’t a grown-up dog, either!”

“Well, if you’re not a puppy and you’re not a grown-up dog, you must be a kitty cat.” Sunset looks at the tag dangling from her fingers. “Snowball’s more of a cat name anyways.”

“My name ain’t Snowball. It’s-” The silver tag caught her eye.

“Are you sure, dear?” Sunset’s gloved hand guided the farmgirl’s gaze to that round silver tag. Glinting in the light. “This is your tag, after all. It makes sense that it’d have your name on it.” “It is k-kinda nice.”

“As it should be.” Sunset’s fingers combed through that soft blonde hair. She scratched behind where her ears would be. “Feels good when I scratch you there.”

“It does feel pretty good.”

“Pretty kitties like being scratched there. And you like being scratched there, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah, a little. But I ain’t no cat!”

“A pretty tag for a pretty kitty.” The tag swung back and forth. Applejack’s eyes followed.

“Ah pretty tag for a pretty kitty.”

“Who’s a pretty kitty?”

“Ah’m a pretty kitty.”

“What’s your name, pretty kitty?”

“Meow~”

“Good answer.” Sunset stood up. Snowball rose to her feet. She purred when Sunset scratched her chin. Both of them brushed passed Princess Rainbow and her maid, both blissfully asleep. A quick whisper from Sunset had them following behind Snowball. The pretty kitty followed Sunset all the way up onto the stage. Purring and gingerly headbutting Sunset like a good cat. Sunset scooped her hat off Twilight’s head as she passed, plucking a pair of leopard print cat ears and a matching flexible tail from its depths.

Snowball happily batted Princess Sunset’s discarded watch about the stage while she got her pointy little ears and pretty kitty tail. She rolled and bounced and swatted the watch across the stage, purring all the while. It’d occasionally escape into the audience where Snowball would be rewarded with a few pets before purring her way back onto the stage. She had a way of sitting in front of a particularly friendly-looking human, looking up with her big green eyes, and waiting patiently for pets. “Meow~!” She’d say.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had a good time tonight, haven’t we?” Cheers and applause rise from every corner of the room not currently hypnotized and wearing a costume. “But there’s just a little more show coming for you all.” Sunset takes Twilight by the chin, relieves her of the long black cape, and helps her stand center stage. “Okay, Miss Twilight. I’m going to give your hair a tug, and you’ll wake up. Like turning on a light. You won’t remember anything past being brought up on stage. You certainly weren’t hypnotized, you definitely didn’t help me hypnotize your friends, and you wouldn’t dream of holding your skirt up on stage to show the world your panties without noticing. You’re dressed perfectly normally, with your pony ears, gloves, and boots. You never leave the house without your tail.” Twilight obediently lifts the front of her dress, draping it across her forehooves. Cute pink panties with a little bow on the front.

Snap!

“So, Twilight. How are you doing tonight?”

“Fine, fine.” She looks at Sunset. And to the crowd. Not at her skirt, though. That’s all normal. “Why am I up on stage?”

“Oh, I brought you up here. You and all your friends.” Sunset gestures to the blonde kitty batting her way across the stage. The harsh stablemistress without her pony. The princess eagerly spanking her maid. The maid giggling and moaning with every smack. The stiff, empty-headed dolly spread out on the floor. “Well, I only brought up a few of them. The princess and your maid were your idea, Twilight the Great.”

“That’s Twilight the Magnificent to you!” Twilight spits back- and promptly covers her mouth with her hooves. Wait, hooves? Why is the crowd laughing at her? Sh-she wore her hooves every day! A blush burned across her cheeks.

Sunset replaced the watch her kitty was so interested in with a ball of yarn. She tossed the watch to Twilight the Magnificent. “If you’re so magnificent, dear, go ahead and see if you can snap your friends out of it.”

Twilight’s big hooves cupped to catch the watch. It took a few minutes of doing to press the chain awkwardly between her clumsy rubber gloves. “Okay, so, uh, you’re getting very slee-” She dangled it in front of Pinkie’s eyes- and it promptly slipped into the doll’s waiting lap.

“I-I don’t remember any of this! All this hypnosis stuff is garbage, I didn’t want to come here anyways.” Twilight crosses her arms. “Are they all in on this? Are you just teasing me?”

“What are you saying, dear?” Sunset crossed her arms. Shooting glances at the crowd.

“I’m saying there’s no way I was hypnotized, and there’s no way I could have done anything with my hooves! I mean, who would believe in something as ridiculous as-”

“Lights out.” Sunset tugged her ponytail and Twilight’s eyes went blissfully dim once more. Applause washed over her mindless form. “You were a very good girl, Twilight. You should feel good.” A wave of simple bliss washed over her.

“I’m a good girl~” She sighed.

Sunset places the microphone want in Twilight’s hand and lifts it up to her mouth. She whispers in that cute little ear. Twilight’s eyes lit up. She plucked the top hat from Sunset’s head and settled it on her own. “Okay, everyone~!” She called with renewed energy. “Princess Sunset is going to take me and all my happily hypnotized friends backstage. I’m such a silly girl, I don’t even know what she’s going to do with us! But since I loooove being hypnotized more than anything else, I just can’t wait~! I bet that if you all clap really loud, Princess Sunset will have us give an encore!” She giggles. She gives her princess a big kiss on the cheek and helps her gather up her friends. A skilled kick sends Snowball’s yarn rolling backstage and a good kitty chasing after it. Pinkie Doll simply gets lifted up and dragged offstage. The spanking princess and her giggling, moaning maid have to be separated. Princess Rainbow wasn’t happy about it, but a few whispered words from her court entertainer made things all better. Her faithful maid was informed that it was simply filthy behind the scenes, and her help was needed urgently! Stablemistress Flutters put up quite the fight- until she was relieved of her riding crop, informed that playtime was over and that good ponies go back to the stable, and threatened with a few swats.

The curtains fell. The crowd cheered and chanted. “Encore! Encore!” Sunset was, of course, already in action. All six of her good girls got their own pair of Sunny bunny ears. Yellow, red, and orange ears poking up through their hair. Princess Rainbow got to keep her bubblegum pink locks and her maid her subservient black bouffant. Snowball kept her cat accessories and had no problem with one more set of ears.

“Okay, my Sunny bunnies!” Sunset claps. “The first thing you all have to know is that there’s no thinking allowed when you’re wearing your ears. Sure, you can try if you want, but they’re just so warm and comfy.” Sunset stroked Fluttershy’s ears. She’s starting to slump. “It’s so easy just to turn your silly little bunny brain off for a little while and let Sunny do all the thinking.” Sunset walks from girl to girl, her hand dancing down their fronts. “Especially when it makes Princess Sunset and the nice people in the audience so happy.” Sunny’s bunnies started on their big, dreamy smiles. It did feel good to be her bunny. “So nice and warm. So empty and happy. So cute and eager.” Rarity starts to slump. Sunny takes her by the chin and helps her stand up straight. “Good bunnies stand up straight, dear.”

Sunset leads her girls to her costume racks. “My good bunnies, we’re going to play a game.” She paces back and forth. “You’re my assistants. Every good magician needs a few beautiful assistants, doesn’t she?”

“Of course, Princess Sunset~” Her bunnies coo in unison.

“But only one of you can be my head bunny. Princess Sunset’s head bunny.” She strokes one lucky assistant’s ears. The poor girl nearly melted right there. “Princess Sunny’s head bunny who gets special treatment. Unfortunately, bunnies are just a little ditzy, so they can’t quite remember who the head bunny is. Lucky for you, Princess Sunset has a solution. The head bunny is clearly the one who’s best at helping her princess. And that means the head bunny is the best one at hypnosis!”

Sunset passed from bunny to bunny, handing out outfits. “We’ll use these to keep score. Every time you get someone all cute and empty for me, you send them back here to get dressed just like you!” The princess and the maid were already dressed up, of course. Snowball got her leopard print paw gloves and a nice leotard. Perfect for the enterprising hypnotic bunnycat. She purred and pawed at the air, ready for action.

“And you, dear.” Sunset kisses Fluttershy on the cheek. “Will be a majestic dragon, gathering thralls for your princess. I know dragons usually kidnap princesses, but you’re going to be a good girl and wait until later tonight.” Fluttershy giggles emptily and goes off to dress in her green scales and get her big tail on.

“For the doll, it’s only natural that she learn to move on her own like a robot. Luckily, her princess is installing a chip for that right now.” She presses her manicured fingernail against the back of that nice, stiff dolly neck. “Click!”

P1nk-13 whirs to life. She makes the fan noises and the occasional click and beep with her mouth until she can get her fans going. She stands straight up and perfectly stiff. “P1nk-13 online, Princess.” She only barely reacts when her princess kisses her nose! Sunset pointed to the costume rack. Her little robot marched directly there and promptly got to work upgrading herself. She stepped out of her dress and into a sleek silvery new one. Buttons on the front and back. Tight, shiny latex gloves and boots. A short silver wig that tries its best to look good as part of the robot’s poofy pink hair.

Sunset finally stops in front of Twilight. Good, pretty Twilight. Still wearing her pony hooves. Still wearing her bunny ears. Still nice and hypnotized for her princess. “Such a good girl. Still don’t believe in hypnosis?”

“Of course not. I can’t be hypnotized. I don’t believe in nonsense like that.” She rolled her eyes.

“Are you looking forward to helping your princess hypnotize everyone here, my hopelessly hypnotized bunny butt?”

“Of course, Princess. I can’t wait to dress up for you and let you do all the thinking for me. I love being hypnotized so much~!” Look at her. Drooling at the idea of letting her perfect princess take control. Just for a little bit.

“Tell me, dear, if this really is your fantasy, what’s the capstone? What does the Princess Sunset of your dreams do to push you over the edge?”

She really wants to look down at her feet and blush, but good girls like Twilight know she can’t look away from Sunset’s eyes. “I, well, want to, um.”

“Out with it, dear.” Sunset squeezes that cute little chin. “Your public awaits. A pretty bunny like yourself would hate to let the audience down.”

“Harem dancer! Happy and hypnotized into showing my body off for my princess!” She hides her mouth behind her big, rubbery hooves.

“And a dancer you’ll be.” Sunset snaps her fingers. Twilight’s eyes go dim. The magician catches her limp body. The hooves come off. The maid rushes them back in their proper place. She loved cleaning! Twilight’s body was draped with fiery silks. Layers of yellow, orange, and red replaced her silly normal clothes. Gold jewelry designed to capture the senses. One silk veil to cover her mouth. Layers of blazing silk just barely hide her breasts from view. A matching skirt fell to almost cover her panties. “When you get out there, you’ll be Princess Sunset’s private dancer, performing a rare public show. You’re my very best dancer. It’s a shame you’ve been overworked at the harem. If only you could make some assistants. Then you could really make your Princess happy!” Twilight nodded dreamily. A single Snap! opened her eyes and set her bouncing on her feet.

Twilight promptly set to exploring her princess’s body with her hands and lips. She looked up at her Princess with adoring eyes. Her soft silks pressed against what exposed skin she could find on her Princess. She was in the middle of teasing the white glove off Sunset’s hand when her Princess called to all her bunnies.

“Okay, girls!” Sunset clapped. “It’s time for Sunny’s Bunnies to show me who’s the best!”

“I thought you were the best, Princess Sunset.” The maid bunny asks.

“Very good, dear.” The maid gets a kiss on the forehead. The lucky thing looks like she’s going to faint just from the attention. “Show me who’s head bunny, and who has to listen to everything the head bunny says! As long as Princess Sunset agrees~”

Sunset steps out on stage and addresses the audience. “And now, it’s time for the audience participation part of our show. Don’t worry- the doors will be locked and it typically only lasts twenty minutes or so. My bunnies will file into the audience with further instructions.”

File they did, and instructions they gave.

Princess Sunset filled the air with soothing patter. Reminders to focus on the gorgeous girl in front of them should they have one, and the flaming princess on the stage otherwise. Soothing words about how wonderful it felt to listen and turn your brain off, just for a little bit.

Princess Dashica and her eager maid wind up working together. The maid just has such a hard time saying no to her lady. Even after the spankings. Her feather duster helped brush nasty thoughts out of the audience’s mind. Even silly maids like Mimi knew you needed a clean mind to listen to Princess Dashica! The princess- the one in the poofy dress and the pink wig, not the one practicing her patter on stage- gives a grand speech about how good it is to submit. The first few rows in front of her turn to look and listen. Already nice and soft from Sunset’s speech, they’re all too happy to listen to Princess Dashica address her subjects.

Kittyjack and Pinkiebot are somewhat less successful. Not only do they tend to work on one subject at a time, a certain silly kitty is far too easily distracted to ply her hypnotic trade. Pinkiebot is only slightly more successful at assimilating some of her favorites.

Flutterdragon started strong. She lept proudly off the stage. The piercing golden eyes on her mask locked on to a particularly worthy member of the crowd. Golden blonde hair. Cute features. Fancy dress. She must be a princess, and dragons love to kidnap princesses. She snatches her prey by her clothes. The rubbery claws on her gloves dig into the fabric. The other claw guides the prey’s gaze towards those glittering golden eyes.

“Good girl.” Dragonshy smiled. The prey tensed up, took one breath, and found herself lost in those eyes. “Good prey knows its place. Good prey doesn’t resist.” A claw combs through locks of shimmering golden hair. Dragonshy turns tail and leads her limp, stumbling capture backstage. Look at her. Big, dumb smile. She’s happy.

Princess Dashica, meanwhile, is winning by far. Most of the audience has either fallen under her spell or is about to. She’s taken the microphone. When she paces the stage, the whole crowd follows her. Even Applecat and Pinkiebot had found a comfortable lap to sit on and enjoy the show from. Heads turn to follow the girl in the frilly dress, even as her wig comes loose to reveal a few rainbow strands underneath.

“And now, my loyal subjects, I’m going to count to five and snap my perfect, elegant fingers. When I do, you’ll all fall deep under my control, and you’ll announce that Lady Dashica is the only one here worthy of being Princess Sunset’s head bunny!”

Twilight, elegant silks still hanging off her body, takes a break from rubbing herself against the only girl that really matters. She plucks the top hat off her princess’s head, plants a kiss on her cheek, and twirls across the stage, stopping only to wrap Lady Dashica up in layers of warm, Sunny silk.

“Get your hands off me, you common harlot! Do you know who I am?”

“I do. You’re mine.” Twilight takes Lady Dashica by the chin. She extracts Princess Sunset’s watch from inside the hat with a single flick of her wrist. Their eyes immediately snap to it. Lady Dashica can’t help but watch it sway back and forth.

“See the pretty watch, my lady?”

She nodded. A drop of drool bubbled to her lip. “I-I’m the head bunny!”

“Good girl.” Twilight’s nimble fingers comb through the pink wig. She even straightens it for her! “You can be a good bunny for me. Can you hop?”

She tries.The big dress kinda gets in the way. “L-like that? Am I the head bunny now?”

“Good bunny! It takes more than that, though. A head bunny is never ever hypnotized.”

The watch sways back and forth. Lady Dashica’s eyes can’t look away. Each tick sticks in her mind, crowding out those darn royal thoughts. “I’ll never ever be hypnotized, not in a billion bunny years!”

Twilight laughs. “What do you think, ladies and gentlemen?” She calls to the largely unconscious crowd. “I think it’ll be a little sooner than that. You see, Princess, I have a secret. About you.”

“Impossible!” Dashica huffed, turning her nose in the air... and continuing to look at the watch. “The only thing a commoner like you knows is where to get the best tips!”

“Low blow, Princess.” Twilight shook her head. “Just for that, I’m not gonna go easy on you.”

Dashica snorted.

“I know you have a curse, my lady. A curse placed upon you by someone much more powerful than myself.” The watch swings. They both stare. The princess had forgotten how to blink. “A curse that says you’ll fall madly in love with the first girl you kiss. It matters not if she’s a perfect queen or a simple commoner like myself. True love is blind, and even a princess would gladly eat out of a harem dancer’s silken hand for love.”

“As if I would ever-!”

Twilight didn’t ask. She took her chin and pulled their lips tight. Lady Dashica’s eyes opened wide with shock and fluttered shut with bliss. Her arms uncrossed to pull her one true love nice and tight. The kiss broke after an eternity of hypnotic bliss.

“Now.” Twilight poked the princess’s nose. “Tell the nice people that I am the head bunny, and you are just another silly, lovestruck bunny butt.”

Dashica begrudgingly broke the hug and turned to the audience. Speaking with her very best royal voice, she said, “My loyal subjects. I am happy to report that I am nothing but Miss Twilight’s silly, lovestruck bunny butt, and that she is the rightful head bunny.”

Twilight whispered something else in her ear.

“And, of course, I am a silly little girl who doesn’t know about anything other than making Miss Twilight happy. I’ve earned another kiss.” Lady Dashica turns around and collects her kiss. When the two lock lips, Princess Sunset snaps her fingers and they go limp in each other’s arms.

“Weren’t they great, folks?” She addressed the crowd. The crowd, in their varying states of trance, looked at the stage. Let’s have a big hand for our Sunny bunnies! Girls, come take a bow.”

Princess Dashica and her silk-wrapped lover hold hands and stand at their princess’s side. P1nk-13 whirs and clanks up to the stage. Applecat chases a ball of yarn close behind. Miss Rarity huffs when she sees her lady in the arms of a common harlot, but she soon falls in line. Flutterdragon is the hardest to coax out, but she and her new best friend come take a bow.

“Thank you for coming, everyone! Remember, you had a wonderful time, you weren’t hypnotized but the idea of me controlling you in front of an audience turns you on, buy some merchandise and tell your friends!”

“And you six.” Sunset turns to her star volunteers. “You are going to wear your new favorite outfits for the rest of the day. When you must take them off, you’ll leave them in a closet and won’t notice them. Sometimes, when you’re alone or with your friends here, you’ll remember the wonderful time you had as my Sunny bunnies. And you’ll have a wonderful night of hypnotic fun together. You might even call your Princess Sunset.”

She gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. Twilight got one on the lips and a copy of her princess’s hotel room key.

“Wake up!”

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Long stories

#HappyCamper – A camping trip, a hypnovirus, and a dream. #StreamersLittleHelper – Fame, fortune, and more from a slutty ghost. #MissModemoiselle – Finally, someone who can fight City Hall. #ConStitution – Cosplayers hypnotized at a convention. #ShowStoppers – Supereroes are out. Pop stars are in.

Characters

#Grace – Yours truly. #Modemoiselle – A supervillain Grace, in a supervillain place. #HalfAdder – Brain-hacking electric lamia extraordinaire. #QuarterViper – Reality-bending arcade proprietrix. #Lily – Lily Pinataki, deal-making demoness. At your service. #Cassandra – The seamstress with the hypnotic clothes. #Sally – Sally Silvestra, richer than God. #Gina – Gina Applegate, witch to the stars.

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#ahegao (1) #attributetheft (1) – A dom stealing a sub's intelligence, free will, etc. #avengersendgame (1) #babaisyou (1) #bondage (1) #bulge (2) #bullying (1) #capekink (1) – Non-erotic, non-pornographic stories about queer heroes and villains. #catgirl (2) #cheerleaders (5) #clothing (3) #clothingtf (1) #corruption (1) #costumes (19) #crime (2) #cult (1) #cum (1) #demons (2) #ditzification (3) – You might call it “bimbo”. #doll (4) – Getting turned into a doll, thinking you're a doll, the works. #dragons (1) #drone (1) #exhibitionism (8) #fire (1) #food (2) #frillyoutfits (3) – Who doesn't love a frilly outfit? #furry (2) #gasmask (1) #genitals (3) #hacking (6) #housewife (2) #humanpet (1) – People thinking they're animals. #humiliation (2) #hypnogas (2) #hypnosis (38) #kigurumi (1) #kissing (1) #latex (2) #lightnoncon (1) – Typically being tricked or gently guided into hypnosis. #lovestruck (1) #magicalgirls (2) #maids (4) #mantra (1) #masks (1) #masshypnosis (1) #masturbation (2) #Murdermaids (2) #music (1) #musk (3) – Mind-fogging genital smell. No other musks. #nothorny (1) – Stories that aren't horny, erotic, or pornographic. #orgasm (1) #ponygirl (1) #ponyplay (1) #possession (9) – Another intelligence, usually Grace, entering a body. #potions (2) #puppy (1) #rave (1) #realityplay (4) – Altering a sub's reality. #shapeshifting (1) #skunkgirl (3) #snake (2) #stagehypnosis (4) #suiting (4) #superheroes (2) #supervillainy (6) – This is the supervillain porn. #syringes (2) #transformation (13) #triggers (2) – The hypnotic kind. #twinning (6) – You get to be me! #videogames (3) #visor (2) – Colorful hypnoscreens, inches from your eyes. #vore (1) #whip (1) #wig (1) #witch (1) #you (7) – Story featuring “you”, the reader, as the sub.