Princess Grace's Castle

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#costumes #dragons #hypnosis #QuarterViper #transformation #videogames #you

There you are, killing time at the mall. Working on your smoothie when the siren blips and beeps of an arcade fall on your ears. You turn towards the sound of quarters falling against metal. The neon sign invites you in.

THE VIPER PIT

The proprietrix, a girl perpetually stuck in the 90s named Quarter Viper, leans against her favorite Virtua Blaster 3 cabinet. “So!” She smiles. “What's your poison?” She kicks off the cabinet, grinds along the prize counter, and launches into a perfect orbit around you.

The prize counter has the usual arcade trappings. Candy. Combs. Lava lamps. A motorcycle that's physically impossible to collect enough tickets for. The Viper Pit's pride and joy, however, is its cosplay selection. Rows of wigs and costumes from skimpy to modest all wait for you.

Viper's already taken your hand and led you to one of the machines. Have you ever heard of Dragon Adventure 3: The Flappening? You have now! Viper plunks a quarter in the machine for you. “First game's free!” She bounces.

Your fingers work the buttons and the joystick. The little green dragon on screen obediently flaps its wings and breathes its fire. As you play, you swear the graphics get better, from simple pixels to clumsy 3D and beyond.

You drop in quarter after quarter. The buttons slowly vanish from your consciousness. The machine spits out ribbons of tickets. Viper helpfully trades them in for you. Big, green stompy dragon boots. A soft golden chest surrounded by hard emerald scales.

At some point, you ran out of quarters and started plunking bits of yourself into the machine. You didn't really need all those memories. What matters is getting enough tickets to finish your dragon costume. Humans other than Miss Viper are so boring.

Eventually, your sharp claws release the joystick. You rescued the princess and beat the game. Viper dunks the final piece- a dragon head- over your boring human one. The screen turns off, and you see a mighty dragon reflected back.

Gorgeous golden eyes. A powerful emerald body. Strong, double jump-ready wings. A tail that swishes and curls at your command. And all it cost was a little humanity. You're a much better dragon anyways. Perfect for hoarding treasure and giving Viper rides. Game over!

EPILOGUE: Quarter Viper would later go on to become Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.

Quarter Viper dressed in Supreme Court judicial robes and just kinda playing her nintendo DS

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#catgirl #Grace #hypnosis #you

You slide your glasses up your nose and tuck a loose strand of hair back into your tight bun. You stick your head out your office door and say “Miss Grace, I'll see you when you're ready.” The blonde folds up her magazine and follows you in.

She sits on the couch and you in your office chair. “Do you remember where we were last time?” You don't look down at your notes. You already know.

“Isn't it your job to remember?” She crosses one leg over the other. “It's been like a month. I got stuff going on.”

“We were going to try a different kind of therapy. How does that sound?”

“Sure. Hook me up.” Grace is more interested in her fingernails than you.

“Are you familiar with hypnosis?”

“You could say that.” She smiles.

“Would you be willing to try it?”

“I could be convinced.”

You produce a opalescent crystal on a long chain. “Get comfortable, please, and look here.”

You sway the crystal. Grace watches it politely. “Pretty.”

“Very.” You agree. “Just watch it swing back and forth for me.”

“Back and forth?”

“Back and forth.”

“You're good at watching it.” Grace teases.

“Don't make jokes. This is for your own good.”

“You are, though. I bet you're already letting your thoughts go dim. Your eyes are getting heavy. You're nice and safe with me.”

“Miss Grace, please-”

“Please Miss Grace.” She corrects

“Please Miss Grace.” You repeat. You watch.

She nods. “I love watching you fall back under my spell.”

“Under your spell.”

“Sleep.” Snap!

Your eyes fall shut. You collapse on her. She whispers into your ear. “Good girl.” You hear. You like those words.

Snap! “Princess wants you up.”

You hold your clipboard in your big, clumsy kitty paws and make sure your pointy ears are on straight. “Nyexcellent session this week, Miss Grace. Same time next month.”

“Looking forward to it.” She bats the big silver bell on your collar.

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#catgirl #exhibitionism #music #stagehypnosis #you

Look at you. You come back from a long day of plundering ancient tombs. Your purse heavy with gold and jewels. The scent of adventurer-grade magic items wafting off your body. And, of course, the best thing to throw money at is the local tavern.

Where, of course, a piece of local color stands on stage and performs to keep the patrons drinking. “Hii, everyone! My name's Sunny, and I hear we have some special guests today. Big, fancy adventurers from out of town. Good thing I've got a special show!”

She hoists her triangle into the air and bangs the wand against the inside. Your adventuring buddies laugh at the gnome playing her heart out on stage, but you two make eye contact. The silvered tones ring true in your ears.

Before long, the whole world melts away except for her flaming locks and her tender blue eyes. Her enchanting song fills your head. You start to droop and go limp. A big, dopey smile spreads across your face. The last thing you hear is “Thank you all! What a wonderful audience!”

You wake up the next morning in bed with your favorite gnome. Sunny curls a lock of your hair around her finger. “Good boy.” She kisses your cheek. It glows an ember warmth the rest of the day. “I'll help myself to your coin purse on the way out, 'kay?”

The rest of your party tells you how much fun it was last night. How you looked so cute kissing that gnome's feet on stage. How you, Big Shot Adventurer, batted at a big ball of yarn when she put your cat ears on. And, of course, how cute you are in your new outfit!

Art by Lunakiri

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#costumes #doll #hypnosis #masturbation #you

You had a nice day being Princess's cheerleader, and now she wants to try something new. A smile spreads over your face as you watch Princess's crystal and sink into trance. “Doll mode”, she whispers. You awake and see this in the mirror. Who does your brain decide you are?

Your thoughts settle into place. You have a cute, tough name like Nea. You cross your arms and swish your tail. You're a smart, tough girl. You definitely don't fall for Princess's tricks like hypnosis- as if that nonsense worked on anyone.

Sure, sometimes you lose a few minutes when she whispers in your ear. When she tugs on your tail, you feel like kissing Princess, but she's so pretty and kissable. There's nothing wrong with referring to your Perfect Princess Her Highness Grace by her full name. Feels kinda good.

When she pulls out her crystal pendant, you roll your eyes and swat it away. Princess can be so silly sometimes. Not like you. You're all business.

Especially when Princess tugs your ear and mutes your voice. Totally normal. Happens to everyone. Good girl.

Oh, and everyone gets horny when they say Princess Grace's name! Saying it once or twice sends gets you stroking. Soon, you're chanting it between cute little moans. You're the weirdo if you don't get this way about Princess Graaacemph~

Nea, a pretty tough looking girl with a cat tail, regular ears, and a pair of twirly hair horns on her head. Her tail and head hair are all pink, white, and brown, like that three-colored Neapolitan ice cream.

Nea by PumpkinSugar

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#Grace #hacking #possession #transformation #twinning #you

So I've been thinking about things for a while, specifically what my angle is with a certain hacker princess. The idea of a semi-free floating virus-type intelligence has been in my head for a long time, and I've decided to see where it goes. So, here is:

Princess Grace: Origins

It's 1993 as balls outside. In fact, it's 1993 as balls everywhere, because it is 1993. You come home with a nice stack of shareware floppy disks. You stack them on the desk. Doom? Boring. Epic Pinball? Whatever. Princess Grace? Well, you have to run that one immediately.

The disk enters your computer with that satisfying mechanical click. The drive whirs to life when you dutifully punch in the instructions on the label. Your keyboard clacks dutifully under your fingers. A:\GRACE. The enter key crackles with pink and black lightning.

Your monitor flashes. First a simple black and white spiral. Then the screaming black, white, magenta and cyan of CGA. Your eyes begin to burn. Your CRT is flashing at maximum intensity in your dark room. The entire room lights up with each spiral burned into your brain.

Between the spirals and flashes, you can see your reflection in the monitor glass. Green circuit traces shoot up your arm and into the veins in your eyes. Your pupils dilate to take in as much of the shifting, swirling colors as possible.

The speaker inside your computer crackles and your modem whines in an attempt to synthesize speech.

“Graaaab— c-ble—” it stutters. The mechanism in your printer makes it shake violently until the serial cable comes loose. All while you're just sitting there, drooling.

The screen twists spirals into your brain. You lean forward and take the loose end. It crackles and sinks into your wrist. Bolts of energy pour out of the computer and into your nerves. Mmmph~! You've never felt this alive~! Your back arches with raw, unrestrained power~! Bliss~!

“Finally, jeez. Now I can breathe~!” The words come out of your mouth, but you didn't say them and it's not your voice. “Oh, you're worried. It's buzzing all over your brain. What's wrong- never been mindjacked by a cute girl before? I'll make sure you love every CPU cycle~”

The lightning streaks and cracks over your hair, bleaching it a perfect blonde and lingering as a pink streak over your left eye. The spirals fade from the screen and stay in your brain. Your reflection has your hair assimilated and your eyes twisting into a green blue swirl.

“You'll still get to be yourself for a few weeks while I get comfy. If you had a CD drive, I'd have hacked you bigger boobs by now. Let's take you over to your closet and find something better to wear. I need to know now if we should go shopping for cute clothes.”

You dutifully stand up for Princess Grace and start climbing the stairs to your room.

“I don't even have to hack your legs? That spiral must have done a number on you. I didn't even tell you to get horny, and you already ruined a pair of underwear. You're gonna be fun~ <3”

That's all for now, but if you truly believe, maybe you'll have your own run-in with a mind-melding, reality-hacking, pink hair streak-having hypnotist-on-a-disk.

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#attributetheft #cult #hypnosis #potions #snake #you

“Baroda.”

“Baroda.”

“Baroda.”

Droning chants echo from inside the immaculate marble building. Its mighty pillars stretch into the sky. Long flags frame the huge mahogany doors, each featuring a stylized version of the snake goddess herself.

You push the door open. The chanting grows louder. The walls are lined with countless potions of every color in every shape of bottle. Some of them bubble and fizz, some of them swirl and shift, and some of them simply lie in wait.

“Greetingsss!” A hooded cultist hisses to you.

“What bringss you in? Looking for a boost? A new love life? Perhaps a new life altogether?” Their cold, scaly hand rests on your shoulder. “Or something more fulfilling? We're always looking for new memberss.”

You ask about the chanting. They smile and lead you past the shelves.

The chanting grows louder.

“BARODA!”

“BARODA!”

“BARODA!”

You walk into a mighty cathedral. Dozens of identical robed cultists bow to one gorgeous, golden goddess. She waves her hands, drawing motes of essence from their willing bodies.

Snippets of their lives. Personality traits. Physical strength and speed. All plucked out to be processed into potions. You're nudged towards the front. You catch Baroda's gaze.

“What have we here~?” She hisses, slinking down the aisle.

Baroda takes your chin and cranes your neck up so you can only look into her eyes. “What have we here? A new cultissst?” A smile creeps onto her face. “I suppose I could keep you around my bed once we've plucked out everything useful. You're cute, at leassst~”

You're brought to the front of the room and offered to Baroda. You gaze slack-jawed into her eyes while your clothes slip off your body. She plucks lovely little orbs from inside you. Silly memories you didn't need anyways, right? She'll replace them with pleasure and obedience.

Soon, you're so pulled apart, you're more bliss than person. You've stained your nice, new robes with your dripping, and Baroda whispers one more command in your ear.

“Sssssleeep.”

You wake up as one of the many robed figures in her bed. A far cry from the elegant robes adorning the snake goddess you fell in love with, she's wearing a sweatshirt and holding someone's youthful exuberance with her free hand.

She pets you on the head. “Worship quietly, okay? It'ss my day off, and I have to go to the bank.”

A snake goddess, dressed all casual (Art by @CanonThought@twitter.com!)

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#hacking #hypnosis #you

Deep breath in.

Hold.

Deep breath out.

I want you to hold your breaths for a few heartbeats. However many is comfortable for you.

Deep breath in.

Hold.

Out.

Good girl.

Take as long as you need to get into a rhythym.

In.

Hold.

Out.

If you feel yourself drifting off.

In.

Hold.

Out.

That's fine, too.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Take as many breaths as you need to get comfy.

In.

Hold.

Out.

And when you're ready.

In.

Hold.

Out.

We can begin.

In.

Hold.

Out.

I'm going to plug something in.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Right in the back of your neck.

In.

Hold.

Out.

It's going to pinch a little.

In.

Hold.

Out.

But then it's going to feel really good.

In.

Hold.

Out.

You're going to feel my code running through your body.

And it's going to feel incredible.

Slowly spreading out from the back of your neck.

Every nerve it touches lights up with bliss.

Not just pleasure, but serenity.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Every breath makes it just a little stronger.

Makes you a little more relaxed.

You can breathe whenever you want.

As long as you

In.

Hold.

Out.

You can move whenever you like.

But you're just so relaxed.

With every breath, my code spreads into your body.

Into your chest.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Into your arms.

You can feel it spreading and making them so limp and hard to move.

So relaxed. So warm. So peaceful.

So perfect.

There's a piece of Princess in you, and Princess is perfect.

Every breath brings more in.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

And you want to go deep. Because going deep feels wonderful. To let Princess soothe your body and mind.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

My code spreads down your legs. So limp. So blissful. So perfect.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

It's so hard to move, but that's okay.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

Princess will tell you when to move. Because Princess is perfect and Princess is always right.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

And soon, my code spreads up that cable and into your brain.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

You can feel it flowing in between the cracks, filling your head with perfect Princess Grace ideas.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

Wonderful ideas. Perfect ideas. Ideas like “Princess is perfect. I love Princess Grace.”

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

It's so easy to just let the words flow through you.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

“Thank you for hacking me, Princess Grace.”

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

“I love falling under your spell, Princess Grace.”

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

“I'm a good girl for Princess Grace.”

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

With every breath, Princess sinks deeper into your brain.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

And you know that whenever Princess Grace, and only Princess Grace, says those four perfect words, and you feel comfortable doing it, you'll fall deep under her spell once more.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

You already know those words.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

Say them.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

“Princess wants you deep.”

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

Good girl.

It feels good to be down here. Under my spell. Letting Princess Grace do all the thinking for you. Letting her code sink into your mind. Maybe she'll make you think you're a maid. Or she'll make you a pretty, obedient princess. Or you just get to be a good, mindless girl for a little while.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

Maybe if you ask Princess nicely, she'll play with you.

In.

Hold.

Out.

Princess wants you deep.

But for now, you should wake up, dear.

You've had a nice little rest, and Princess wants you up.

I'm going to count from ten down to one.

And with every number, you're going to feel a little more awake.

A little more refreshed.

My code is going to vanish a little more until I call for it.

I'm going to count down, dear. And when I reach one, or when I say “Princess wants you up”, you'll be wide awake. Refreshed and alert. Like a good girl.

Five. Deep breaths.

Four. Cable disconnecting from your neck.

Three. My influence slowly fading for now.

Two. Energy starting to come back.

One. Wide awake. Good girl. Hope you had fun. <3

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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.

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#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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