The "On Air" sign lights up. Sunny rises to her feet. Her busty, brainwashed bunnies help her into her jacket and settle her top hat on her head. She rewards each bunny with a kiss on the nose, yanks them out of their smooch-induced horny haze with a Snap!, and leads her entourage onto the stage.
A drum roll fills the packed auditorium and pours out of televisions, computers, and phones all over the world. The curtains rise while Sunset strolls on stage, projecting her voice far and wide with a simple wave of her arm. "Live!" She calls. "From historic Wolfe Salazar Memorial Auditorium, the scintillating sorceress, the mesmerizing magician, your hypnotic hostess for the evening, Sunny the Spectacular!" The applause light comes on, and she bows. She doffs her hat so her blazing locks can properly bounce before she rights herself. Her bunnies do the same and let their fiery braids flop in unison.
"It's lovely to see you all here for my television debut. I hope some of you are ready to be wrapped around my finger." Her hand shoots above her head and unleashes a single, powerful Snap! across the audience. A few shoulders slip and plenty of eyes flutter for a moment. "Of course, the beautiful part of this is that you get to be the stars of the show. Whoever's lucky enough to catch my attention and fall under my spell will have such a lovely time in front of so many people. They might even remember it." She chuckles. "They might even remember how good it feels to let my voice wash over their mind. They might remember the pleasure flowing from their ears, filling their head to the brim, and trickling down into their body. They might remember how they, as they lose their grip on reality and completely submit to my will, felt a moment of radiant, all-consuming bliss."
Snap!
"And sleep."
The room goes silent. A few people drop their drinks when they go limp mid-sip. A few more wave a hand in front of their neighbor's face and laugh. More still teeter on the edge of consciousness. Ten percent of the home audience just lost a few seconds. The handful of people and brainwashed Sunny bunnies who still know what's going on begin to clap. Sunny wiggles a finger, gives the audience that little "ah ah ah, not so fast" look, and starts pacing back and forth on the stage. The sound of clapping quickly gives way to the sound of footsteps. Rhythmic, evenly measured footsteps against the stage. Footsteps consistently tap-tap-tapping away. So easy to listen to, so easy to predict, and yet so difficult to think over. "Very good. Now, do we have any volunteers in the audience? Anyone who can feel me tying a helium balloon around their left wrist right now?" Snap! "Anyone who can feel it tugging their wrist upward?" Snap! "Raising their hand higher-" Snap! "-and higher-" Snap! "-above their head?"
Half a dozen hands slowly lift into the air and bob in place.
"Very good! I'd say you should give yourselves a hand, but, well." She laughs. Her bunnies join in. The less-hypnotized members of her audience get the joke and laugh along. The more-hypnotized folks laugh because Sunny is laughing, and she has such a pretty laugh, and wouldn't it feel good to laugh along with her? It feels so nice to listen to her voice, after all. To let your thoughts slip away. To let the world around you fade. You're so comfortable here in your seat.
One lucky member of the audience feels a Sunny bunny's hand rest on hers. A gentle "Good girl. Right this way." drifts in one ear and out the other while she's led on stage.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we have our first volunteer. You can Snap! put your hand down, dear." Sunny chuckles. Her volunteer's raised hand drops down to her side.
Sunny asks her her name. She responds. Sunny says it's a nice name. She'll borrow it for a while. It's one more thing she can empty from her mind. One more thing to let go of while she listens to Sunny's wonderful voice. A wonderful voice that gives her just one thing to focus on. It's so much easier to let Sunny's warm words trickle into her head and replace her thoughts.
"Cheeri. That's a nice name, isn't it? It's got a nice ring to it. Especially since it's-" Snap! "-your name. Go ahead, Cheeri dear. Introduce yourself to everyone. It's such a pretty name. Just saying it is enough to bring a smile to your face. Make sure you say it loud and proud so everyone can hear!"
A bunny holds a microphone up for Cheeri. The audience gets to watch the show's newest star blink her eyes a few times before her voice washes over the crowd. "I-I'm Cheeri?" She looks at Sunny. Sunny nods encouragingly. "Hi, everyone! I'm Cheeri! It's an honor to be here tonight on stage! I can't wait to, uh, do whatever it is I'm doing up here!"
The audience chuckles. They can see the Sunny bunny approaching from behind with a pleated skirt, a pair of pom-poms, and a midriff-bearing top perfect for cheering on whatever sports team, concept, or hypnotist you come across. And, wouldn't you know it, Cheeri's on stage with at least one of those! What a coincidence! Just like the coincidental hand on her shoulder. Or the wonderfully warm words slipping in her ear that just so happen to be identical to her thoughts. She has such nice thoughts. Thoughts like "Gosh, I'm gay for stage magicians with fiery hair.", "It'd be so fun to do a cheer for her!", and "Gosh, where are my pom-poms? How am I supposed to cheer without those?" rolled out of Sunny's mouth, through Cheeri's head, out her mouth, and into the microphone. Part of being a cheerleader is making your thoughts heard to everyone, as loud and clear as you can! That way, as many people as possible can catch the cheering spirit! There's even a few folks in the audience looking for their pom-poms, too.
Cheeri finds her uniform pressed against her chest. She takes it, of course, and looks around for somewhere to change.
"Cheeri has a wonderful body." She repeats whatever wonderfully warm words wash over her mind. "Cheeri exists to cheer up the crowd. Cheeri's body will cheer up the crowd."
Snap! "Repeat." Sunny says.
"Cheeri exists to cheer up the crowd. Cheeri's body will cheer up the crowd." Her eyes glaze over. Her mouth works on a loop. A pair of Sunny bunnies help her out of her clothes. Her shirt vanishes over her head. Her skirt drops to the ground. Even her bra and panties come off. What better way to mark who's in control than with Sunny-branded underwear, available at the merchandise stand after the show?
"Cheeri exists to cheer up the crowd. Cheeri's body will cheer up the crowd." She repeats. She's so good at repeating.
The Sunny bunny with the shirt says "Give me a Y!" Cheeri's arms shoot above her head to make her body the right shape. She broadcasts it loud and clear to the audience, and she gets a pretty good response. All while providing an good opening for a Sunny bunny to slip the shirt on over her head and steal a kiss on her cheek. A few of the other bunnies catch on and start shouting letters while Cheeri steps into her skirt. By the time Cheeri proudly calls "What's that spell? Yrfltlqb!" to roaring applause and cheers, she's dressed from head to toe as Sunny the Spectacular's perfect little cheerleader. From her bouncy ponytail, tied off with a big red ribbon, to the little puffballs on her socks, she's ready to shake her pom-poms and strut her stuff!
"Isn't she great, folks?" Sunny calls to the crowd. "Let's hear it for Cheeri!"
The crowd applauds, of course. They applaud for long enough for Sunny to slide up beside her cheerleader and start whispering in her ear. Whispering about how she loves the applause. Loves the attention. How every morsel of attention from a crowd feels so good. So wonderfully warm. How every clap brings her deeper and deeper under Sunny's spell. How it feels so good to submit, to fall deeper, to let your mind vanish under that lovely sound. Good cheerleaders don't need to think, after all. They just have to let the cheer spirit take them!
The applause dies down. Cheeri leans against Sunny for support while she's out of her gourd on hypnotic bliss. "Thank you, thank you. Now, doesn't Cheeri look lonely up on this big stage? I think she could use a friend, don't you?" She says to nobody in particular. Cheeri tries to nod and winds up flopping her head onto Sunny's shoulder. "Do I have any volunteers to be the next star of Sunny the Spectacular's Super Showcase?"
A different set of hands go up. A few are more awake. A few are far, far deeper in trance. A few have just seen what happened on stage and are wishing so dearly that it'd happen to them. And one cocky blonde making an awful lot of eye contact with the hypnotist. One whose vibrant violet eyes demanded attention. One who stood up and walked towards the stage without even being called up.
"You, with the pink streak and the pretty pendant. You'll do." Sunny motioned her up, and a bunny barnacled herself onto her arm. Ever the entertainer and skilled in the art of horny improv, it took more than a confident volunteer to break her stride. The headstrong ones are much more fun to twist. Sunny whispers a few conspiratorial words in a Sunny bunny's ear- a real one, not the big, floppy cloth ones poking up through her blazing hair- and turns her attention to the oh-so-eager prey climbing onto the stage. She produces the microphone once more and asks "So, dear, would you like to tell us your name? You might need help remembering it afterwards." She chuckles.
"What's up, I'm Grace, I'm a self-replicating tangle of information that's existed in one form or another since time immemorial, and I never fucking learned how to read."
A Sunny bunny returns from backstage, pushing a chair adorned with a pair of big, plush paws, a round silver bell hanging from a collar, and a blonde cat ear headband. Sunny scoops them up with one hand and gestures to the seat with other. "Have a seat, dear. This'll be fun, we don't get many comedians on stage. You're not allergic to cats, are you?"
"I don't have the biological machinery that would cause me to be allergic to things." Grace sits and crosses one leg over the other. "But I'm sure a talented hypnotist could change that. It would be pretty funny to get me walking around the stage, sneezing every time I got close to you."
Sunny laughs, which means her bunnies and audience laugh along with her. "Ooh, so close, but so far." Sunny flicks her wrist and produces a gold coin on a chain. She sets it dangling in the light so her prey can see the shimmering sun sign expertly engraved into both sides. "Don't worry, dear. Nobody's right all the time. Why don't you take a little break from thinking up snappy comebacks for a while?" She sets the coin swinging and shimmering in the stage lights. Its golden glint shines with Sunny's seductive flame. It demands Grace's attention the way a firework does. Swooping across the sky, then dazzling its audience with a brilliant array of colors.
"That's a good, pretty kitty." Sunny coos into Grace's ear. "Pretty kitties don't have to think. Pretty kitties don't have to worry. Pretty kitties just have to listen to Sunny for a little bit. How does that sound, pretty kitty?" She's laying it on so thick. Her words drip with every ounce of hypnotic honey she can muster. Nobody upstages Sunny the Spectacular.
"If I'm the pretty kitty, why do you have the collar?"
Sunny blinked a few times. She's used to cute, mushy, halfhearted "noooooos" while they melt into a puddle in her hands. A pointed question in riposte is enough to give her paws. Grace is on her feet and massaging the hypnotist's soft new beans. "You've got the collar and the big, bappy paws. What else does a soft, sunny kitty need?" She paces back and forth in front of Sunny and the audience, drumming her fingers against her chin while the cat ear headband dangles from her other hand.
Sunny stared at her while she paced back and forth. Her eyes locked on the headband. She pawed at the top of her own head experimentally. "Meow."
"What's that, pretty kitty? See something you like?" Grace turns on her heel. She dangles the headband from her finger. The fake triangular ears practically glow under the stage lights. "Go ahead, dear. Use your words."
"Meow. Nya nya nya nya. Meeeeeeow." Sunny baps at the headband, then the top of her head.
Grace looks at the pair of cat ears dangling from her finger. "Oh, is this what you want?" She coos. "These cute little kitty ears for the prettiest kitty I know?"
Sunny turns her nose up and paws at the chair a little. She stares at the headband out of the corner of her eye. Her butt shakes to get that good, haughty invisible tail swish going.
"Well, she'd hardly be a catgirl without the attitude." Grace laughs, and the audience laughs with her. A single finger scratches under Sunny's chin. The flaming catgirl cranes her neck, slowly closes her eyes, and begins to purr.
"Isn't she a dear? I think she's earned the ears, don't you?" She turns to the crowd. They cheer and applaud for the pretty kitty. Sunny purrs even more now. It feels good to be the center of attention. She's so pretty and shiny and she's doing such a good job, after all. She's looking so good on stage, she's so good at listening to Grace, and it's only gonna get easier with her brand new ears!
The ears go on, and, sure enough, it's much, much easier to hear Grace Snap! her fingers and tell her to sleep.
She falls limp instantly.
The crowd is silent, aroused, and starting to realize what's going on here. Most stage hypnosis shows don't include a coup, and yet, here we are. There's some scattered applause because, well, she's bowing and that was pretty impressive.
"Thank you, thank you." Grace stands up from her big, exaggerated bow. "For my next trick, I'm going to make my assistant disappear!" The Sunny bunnies exchange glances and wonder if one of them should stand up. Grace answers the question by taking Sunny's chin and cooing to her. "How does that sound, dear? A trick with Princess's pretty kitty?"
Sunny's silly smile stretches ever wider. "Nya." She nods.
"This isn't any old disappearing act, though." Grace stands up straight, addressing the audience with practiced patter. "The cat formerly known as Sunny the Spectacular will vanish before your very eyes, but she will be replaced with yours truly."
A Sunny bunny wonders out loud if it's really a disappearing act if nothing actually disappears. A moment of eye contact and a snap of Grace's fingers makes sure she won't wonder about anything for a few hours.
Grace stands behind Sunny's seat. A flourishing flick of the wrist shakes a clutch of cables into existence. "Nothing up my sleeve." She jokes. A few laughs bubble up from the audience. She leans in nice and close. Her lips are mere inches from Sunny's ear, One of her human ears, even. "You're going to feel a slight pinch, then a sensation not unlike having a living computer virus downloaded into your brain and genes. From what I hear from me, it feels wonderful."
The cables jack in to the back of her neck. Sunny's breath catches in her throat. A little yelp, then a big, deep moan. Grace, satisfied with her work, stands up straight and helps herself to Sunny's hat. It looks better on her anyways. "Now, ladies, gentlemen, and those of us who know better, watch closely. Before your very eyes, Sunny the Spectacular will be replaced! Transformed! Twinned!"
A brilliant pink bolt of bliss shoots down the cable and into Sunny's spine. Her back arches. Her eyes roll backwards into her head. The crowd stares transfixed at the pink lighting arcing all over Sunny's body. It bleaches the red from her hair and leaves a shock of pink over her left eye. An eye that swirled and shifted from Sunny cyan to Graceful green. Even the cat ears blend in beautifully with her new blonde locks.
Her suit stays the same, even after the rest of the transformation sweeps over her body. The audience stares. Transfixed, aroused, and hanging on Grace's every word. The Grace with the hat, that is. The freshly minted Grace is still slumped over in her seat, trying to make sense of the all the new gay thoughts tumbling through her head. Grace Prime steps forward, takes her cute little copy's hand, and tugs her to her feet. Momentum swings the newest Grace around and lands her firmly in Prime's clutches.
"I do hate to toot my own horn. It's why I'm a hypnotist- I can make other people do it for me." She lifts her hand up high and snaps her fingers over her head. Every head in the audience jerks up in unison. She cups the brand new Grace's chin and angles her neck up just enough to make eye contact. "So, dear, what do you think?"
"I look and feel amazing, Princess!" She tells the crowd. "I think everyone should get to experience the unfettered bliss that is being under your spell!"
"Is that so, dear? Think you still have enough magic to make that happen?"
"Anything for you, Princess!" She waves her hands over her head. Trails of pink, glittering circuitry trace a path that would once have been filled by flame. "Ladies and ladies-to-be! For the first time on television or anywhere, may I present Princess Grace's Cascading Copy Creation Charm!" The corrupted, calculating magical power stirs, grows, and glows until a brilliant wave of cognitohazardous energy sweeps over the audience, though the cameras, and into countless homes across the world. The two Graces on stage fill the air with their very best villainous cackle. They're soon joined by the Graceful bunnies on stage, the studio audience, and so many eager new faces across the world. Hair turns a brilliant blonde, stabbed through with streaks of pink. Breasts sprout, butts grow, and one particularly villainous virus propagates.
Grace Prime retires backstage with half a dozen of her favorite new Graces, including the one she's pretty sure used to be Sunny. The name on the dressing room door has already been changed. She helps herself to the remaining reserves of magical power and rewards the ex-magician with a kiss. "Good girl. If you hadn't played your part so perfectly, I wouldn't have anywhere near this much reach. Huge swaths of the world are now safely in my clutches, and it's all thanks to you."
"Only because I'm a copy of you, my perfect princess!"
Arousing Sunny's Mesmerizing Recitations ↩
Well, she presses the button and about a dozen different bells ring out throughout the obnoxiously huge mansion. Real bells, too. Big metal things with clangers. They didn't all start at once, either, so they're either on a sophisticated timer system or the button administers electric shocks to a network of unlucky folks employed only to ring the bells. Sunny decides against ringing it again, just in case.
The door is easily two or three times Sunny's height. It's not something you really appreciate until it slowly creaks open and there's a chandelier absolutely embarrassed with precious gems, ill-gotten gold, and a diamond easily the size of your head as the centerpiece. It's huge, hideous, pointlessly, pricelessly expensive, and it'd look even worse if it wasn't three stories away.
The person operating the door can only be described as "a bunnygirl". Well, a girl dressed up like a bunny. Fishnets spun from silvery thread crisscross her long, creamy legs. A pair of shiny black high heels tag-team with her big floppy bunny ears to make her just a touch taller than the magician. A big silver bow tie sits perfectly snug around her throat. It provides a nice contrast to the black bustier that really just exists to show off her bouncing bunny bust and hold a fluffy cotton ball to her butt. "Hiii~! Are you the magician?"
Sunny just kinda gestured to her hat, the flowing blazer and skirt combo, and launched a burst of flame from her hand.
The bunny gasped! "Oooh, I'm so glad you're here! This is gonna be Lady Sally's best birthday ever! She's got a stage set up out back and everything! And you're really hot and I'm not just saying that because Lady Sally made me a lesbian or because you look like fire!"
"Sunny the Spectacular. The Searing, Scintillating Sorceress to the Stars." She makes a big show of swirling a lick of flame around one hand, doffing her hat with the other, and bowing to her hostess. "Lead the way, sweetie."
"Oh, yeah! I'm supposed to take you to the dressing room. Just follow the bouncing bun!" She turns on her heel, wiggles her cotton ball butt, and her heels start clacking against the marble floors. Her long silver braid bounces and swings when she walks.
"Do you have a name?"
"Oh, Lady Sally took my name a long time ago! But she usually calls me Bunny Butt or Slut Butt or Slutter Butter or just Bun."
"Bun it is, then. Nice to meet you."
"You too, Sunny!"
And so, the bunny led her guest through twisting hallways lined with oil paintings, up and down staircases you could drive a car on, and, eventually, to the fanciest goddamn set of doors in the house.
"Lady Sally's expecting you! Go ahead in when you're ready."
"I thought you said you were taking me to a dressing room? This looks like the master bedroom."
"Well, Lady Sally has more clothes than anyone, so where else are you gonna get dressed up, silly?" The bunny giggles and steals a kiss on the cheek as she takes her leave.
Sunny politely knocks on the bedroom door and lets herself in.
"Ah, the magician. I was wondering when you'd show up." She's dressed awfully casually for a lady with a house like hers. Which is to say that her big, thick braid shines like spun silver and her clothes are handmade, encrusted with gold and jewels, and tailored to best fit her pale, fragile frame. Her slippers are made from animals that went extinct because they were too comfortable. She offers a handshake. "Sally Silvestra. The birthday girl. You're not wearing that, are you?" Her handshake recoils. "We have to get you changed before you go anywhere."
Sunny gestures to her own outfit again. Her own introduction dies in her throat. "What's wrong? I can't say I've ever had a client take issue with how I dress. Perhaps you just haven't been suitably dazzled by Sunny the Spectacular?" She snaps her fingers, a flash of flame lights up the room, and a coin emblazoned with her swirling sun emblem appears in her hand. "Perhaps a little demonstration is in order? You did hire me sight unseen." She lifts her hand and lets the coin dangle from its chain. Mmm, it does have a tempting way of shimmering in the light. Of attracting your eye and holding your focus.
"I'm very familiar with your work, Miss Spectactular." Sally rises to her feet and wraps a hand around Sunny's coin. "You get up on stage, wave your coin, and suddenly, everyone's under your spell. You make them the stars of your little show, and bring your favorites backstage. Does that sound about right?"
"It is. And you still invited me. Were you hoping you'd be caught in my web?" Sunny looked the heiress up and down. About a head shorter, the sort of slender, delicate frame you can only get when the most work you've ever done is ringing a silver bell to summon a maid. Pretty in a way that you can be when you've got cartoonish vaults full of both money and vanity. Not much in the breast department. Maybe she hadn't gotten that far on her surgery schedule. "Normally, I'd tell you to wait for the show, but since you're the birthday girl, I'm sure we could work something out. Make you my number one assistant before we even step on stage, perhaps?" Sunny flicks her wrist and tugs the coin free of the heiress's grip. "All you'd have to do is watch my coin and take a few deep breaths. Before you know it, you'd be the star of the show."
Sally's breathing slows. She has to push her glasses up her nose before she can properly begin swaying along to the dancing coin.
"It's your birthday, after all." Sunny coos. "Why wouldn't you want to dress up and strut your stuff in front of all your friends? We could even get you in one of those bunny suits you love so much." She reaches for Sally's chin. The heiress tenses up when she feels the fingers on her chin, then relaxes when Sunny's wonderfully warm fingers squeeze just so. Her neck goes limp and lets Sunny direct her gaze wherever she wishes. And right now, Sally was going to look at that pretty golden coin, bask in its warm glint, and let Sunny's warm words melt her brain into mush.
"It's my birthday~" A rare, blissful smile spreads across Sally's face. She smiled and laughed a lot, of course, but it was always at someone's misfortune. She laughed when one of her maids tripped, or when she reduced one of her bunnies to a quivering, horny mess, but this kind of empty, contented bliss was foreign to her. And so, her eyelids drooped, the world went out of focus and she rested on Sunny's voice, the words flitting past her consciousness and weaving a web over her mind.
"You're a warm girl. Warm girls fall deep." Sunny smiles. Sally follows the coin and that voice towards her own overstuffed bed.
"I'm a warm girl. Warm girls fall deep." Sally echoes. She lays on top of the covers. Her arms land on either side. Real softness and imaginary warmth swaddle her body pulled her deeper under Sunny's spell.
"Good girl." Snap! "Repeat."
Sally repeats her mantra to herself, succumbing more and more with every "I'm a warm girl. Warm girls fall deep."
Sunny puts the chain in Sally's hand, lifts it over her head, and Snap! "Freeze." Sally could only watch the coin swing while the world fell farther and farther away. What more could a warm girl like herself want?
Sunny walks off to Sally's closet. And then she walks into Sally's closet. Well, she walks into the first story of Sally's primary closet. Not including the basement closet, the offsite cold storage, and The Vault. A dozen or so bunny suits just like Bun's catch her eye. Black bustiers, bow ties, tights, and each one with a corresponding styrofoam head holding an immaculately braided silvery wig and a pair of bouncy black bunny ears.
Sally was far beyond any ability to know how much time had passed when Sunny returned. She couldn't even look at the bunny suit Sunny had plundered from the closet. "I'd ask what you think about being my assistant, but you look pretty out of it." Sunny runs a hand down Sally's braid, making her the first non-Sally person to touch it in over a decade. "You'd love being my assistant."
"I'd love being your assistant~" Sally echoes.
"You'd love being dressed up in this pretty black bustier, showing off your legs and butt in the fishnets, and giggling when I rub your big bunny ears." Sunny gingerly strokes Sally's braid while her hypnotic patter layers atop itself.
"I'd love being dressed up and showing my body off. Please rub my big bunny ears." Sally sighs. Perfectly soothed by the magician's words.
"It's almost a shame this wig is going to waste." Sunny says, measuring its heft in her hands. Is there real silver in this? "Maybe I should wear it when I climb on stage? Show everyone what you'd look like with a taller, bustier body that went outside regularly. They might even think I'm you! I could live here, spend all your money on something useful, maybe kiss a few of your bunnies instead of having to make spoiled brats like you part of the show. How does that sound, my spellbound sapphic silver servant?" Sunny chuckles. "Well, if you weren't into girls, magician girls, or redheads before, you are now!" Snap!
Sally moans something about girls under her breath while the coin reflects in her glasses and dangles before her eyes.
"And if you never fantasized about, say, a gorgeous magician hypnotizing you, making you a lesbian with a snap of her fingers, turning you into her lovely bunny assistant, making you bounce and twirl around on stage, let the audience watch and laugh as I pull you out of my hat, only growing more and more aroused as she parades you around on stage, until finally, after the show, you just can't take it any more. You beg her to make the spell permanent, to be bound to blissful bunny servitude forever, and ensure the magician who stole your mind, your identity, and your life knows nothing but luxury for the rest of her days. And she grants you that wish with just a perfect, winning smile, a laugh that sends your heart soaring, and a-" Snap!
"Well, now it's the only thing you can think about." Sunny runs a hand down Sally's cheek. "Can you see it, dear? The fantasy playing itself on an endless loop in your past? How you've waited your entire life for this one moment?"
Sally can, so she nods. Her eyes never leave the coin.
"Tell me, darling." Sunny takes Sally's chin and squeezes a blissful moan out of the heiress. The kind of moan that even the most immorally expensive spa treatments never extracted. "What's your favorite part? Is it when you first meet her, and you have no idea what's about to happen? Or is it the part where she dresses you up as just another one of your bunnies? Or is it the part where you're her bouncy brainwashed bun, hanging on her every word and your every moment dedicated to her service?"
Sally smiles to herself. She luxuriates in the fantasy to weigh every possibility before she speaks. "Dressing you up, making sure you look perfect before you step on stage. Just like I'll get to do every day once you bind me to your will~"
"Excellent answer. And how are you dressed when you do that?"
"I try to stay focused on you, looking at your radiance in the mirror. I'm always enthralled by your beauty, and I'm doing my best to make you look even better. But when I do catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it's usually because of my big black bunny ears or how my bow tie contrasts with your brilliant, blazing hair. I can see myself, a blissfully brainwashed bun. I can see this smile on my face that I've never seen on myself before. No more stress, no more worry. I'm in my place, serving you, and that's what makes me happy."
"Very good, dear. I couldn't have said it better myself."
"Of course you could have, Sunny the Spectacular. You're perfect, brilliant, and since you own my mind so completely, it's like you did come up with it. You're the best." Sally deflates further into the bed with a contented, lovesick sigh.
"Sounds like we should get you out of those boring old clothes, then. They don't make you look like a stage magician's gorgeous, enthralled assistant one bit!"
Sally gasps. Sunny is right, as always. "Yes, Mistress! May I strip for you?"
"Please do." Sunny holds her hand out. It takes Sally a minute to work up the resolve to take her eyes off the coin and return it to its (perfect, spellbinding) owner, and another two to sit up on the edge of the bed. The hypnotized heiress-shaped imprint in her made-with-real-memories memory foam mattress won't leave for weeks. "For what it's worth, dear, I prefer 'Princess'."
"Of course, Princess. Sorry, Princess." Sally eventually rises to her feet. Sunny makes herself comfortable in one of the many chairs Sally kept in her room. Well, as comfortable as you can get when almost all the furniture was chosen because it's made from the hide of an endangered animal, stuffed with the down of an extinct one, and/or made out of more precious metals than whatever it replaced. Sunny doesn't even want to ask where pink leather comes from.
"Are you enjoying my bimbo leather armchair, Princess Spectacular? I hope it helps you enjoy me showing off my body." Sally turns her back to the magician and points at the zipper on the back of her dress. "I must ask you to start me off, though. The maids usually help me get dressed."
Sunny obliges. She unzips the dress, and lets Sally get a taste of her magically warmed hands along the way. Sally nearly goes limp and nearly collapses right there. Who wouldn't? It's a natural reaction to getting an unexpected soothing touch from the girl who, as far as you know, you've been fantasizing about for years. "Mmm, I could never have imagined how good it feels to be touched, Princess. I hope I'll get a lot more now that my body and mind belong to you!"
The heiress strips. Her dress falls in a pile around her feet. The gold and jewels sewn into its lining clatter and tink against each other on the way to the floor. It sounds not unlike someone dropping a whole bundle of silverware onto a hard floor. She steps out of her dress and her shoes in one motion and leaves a few rings on top. Rings were more suited for a magician than an assistant. Assistants, no matter how lovely, don't get jewelry, unless it's embroidered onto their costumes or part of the trick!
"And the underwear, sweetie."
A more awake Sally would have some nasty retort about how she "was clearly getting to that, you slutty sideshow. Don't they teach you patience between Card Tricks 101 and Advanced Hat Stuffing?", but this Sally was merely thankful for the reminder, and sent her non-matching (silver and titanium do NOT match) underwear dropping to the floor as well.
"Not quite as busty as the other bunnies, but that's okay." Sunny stands up. She traces a finger around Sally's chest, down her side, and past her butt. Sally could feel the entire warm, enchanted trail the magician drew with her finger. She bit her lower lip in bliss. Trying not to moan while Princess Sunny inspected her. Right up to the moment Sunny's hand left her butt, tugged on her braid, and made her moan.
"Tell me, sweetie." Sunny said, producing the standard-issue bunnygirl fishnets and helping her little dress-up doll step into them. "When I steal your identity, how exactly does everyone not realize that you've grown a head taller, a couple sizes bustier, and developed a way better ass overnight?"
Sally pulls the tights taut against her legs. She answers while she and Sunny work out what to do about someone who isn't quite busty enough for the bustier. "Mmm, I figured you'd hypnotize everyone pretty quickly and tell them you got plastic surgery or something. Most of my friends are way too self-obsessed to notice anyways. Sometimes I send Slutter Butter to parties as me and nobody notices, even when she winds up playing Find The Carrot with half the people there. But it's hotter to imagine you bringing more people under your spell, because you're so fucking hot when you hypnotize people, Princess. Just imagining you whispering to Jessica Aurum, watching her eyelids flutter and her entire world shift when you snap your fingers is-" Sally finished that thought with a sound you can only make when you'd rather fantasize than talk.
Sally winds up wearing a bra and some newspaper to actually hold the black bustier up. If Sally could think of anything more than how incredibly gay she was for the magician tying her bow tie, she'd probably regret never buying any non-strapless versions of this outfit. And then probably something about how these shiny black heels with the cute silver bows at the toes look great and make a real sexy sound against the marble and hardwood floors in her house, but you can just feel the blisters growing on your feet. She fidgeted a few times to try and get her soles (not her soul- Sally's way too rich to have one of those) to rest easy when she heard Princess Sunny's voice cut through her thoughts and shape her reality once more.
Snap! "This is the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, Silly Sally. In fact, it's the only thing you've ever worn. Why would one of Sunny's bunnies wear anything else?"
Sally immediately relaxes. Her foot pain is gone. "You're right, Princess! You're so smart, as always. I don't know what I was thinking."
"There's your problem dear- you were thinking. You have me to do that for you."
"Gosh, Princess, you're always right. That's why you're in charge, and I'm the hypnotized bunny!" Sally hops a few times and wiggles her cotton ball-augmented butt at the magician. You know, in case she forgot that she was making a bunnygirl in the last thirty seconds. A good assistant makes sure Princess stays on track!"
Sunny holds up the plain (and, yet, still frighteningly expensive) white gloves with the pointless, giant, starch-stiff French cuffs. A little silver spoon charm linked the cuffs closed, but a little Sunny sleight-of-hand changed them to match her swirling sun sigil.
Snap! "Now, dear, these are no ordinary gloves." Sally's mind went even more blank and receptive than her new normal. "These gloves have been possessed by a very horny ghost. As soon as you put them on, they're going to take control of your hands and make you masturbate. They'll do whatever they think will make you feel the best at any particular moment. And, of course, you'll have no idea what's happening. Silly Sally wake up." Snap!
The gloves went on, and Sally's hands immediately began to wander. The right hand went straight for her left breast. It crinkled the newspaper a bit before it figured out that going up and over was the best route, and what a route it was. Sally's breathing got heavier. Her left hand went right between the thighs. She could only uselessly rub against the outside of her bustier, but even that got her thighs clenching.
"Careful, dear." Sunny teases while she gets herself into position to plant the ears on her bunny's head. "We don't have time to change before the big show, so if you stain your outfit, well, everyone's gonna know what a slutty bunny you are."
"S-sluuuhbun?" Poor Sally. Already it's hard to talk when you're just overflowing with hypnotic bliss.
"And not to mention that touching yourself feels ten times better every time I snap my fingers." Snap!
Sally could barely stand up.
Snap!
Whoops, there she goes. Collapsed on the floor when Lefty and Righty hit her with a pretty devastating grope combo.
"It's almost a shame you-" Snap! "-can't have an orgasm without Princess's permission. Don't want you-" Snap! "-going off before the big finale, after all."
"Of course naaaaah~!" Ooh, valiant effort there by Sally Silvestra! Almost managed a complete sentence before Sunny set Lefty to vibrate.
Sunny takes a few pictures of the heiress moaning and grinding into her own gloved hands. That amused, musical laugh escapes her lungs. She takes her sweet time walking over to her bunny and putting the big, black bunny ears on her head. Sliding them snugly under her hair so the band wouldn't show, of course. Sunny leans in and steals a kiss. The warmth of the kiss lingers on her cheek. And, of course, it only drags Sally's mind deeper into pleasure-addled bliss. She can barely complete a thought, let alone a sentence. The best she can do is a breathy, moaning "P-plea-" before one of her haunted hands grabs her breast to find out just how deep its fingers could go.
Sunny towers over the silver bunny writhing on the verge of an ego-decimating orgasm. She leans forward and lets a single finger alight on the bun's chin. It was all it took to lock her into eye contact. She gazes into Sunny's cool cyan eyes. She takes a full lungful of air for the first time in ages. A smile curls onto the magician's lips.
"You know, I've done this trick with a lot of rich girls, but none of them fell this quickly or got this aroused this fast. You must have been really pent up, huh? I'm surprised you didn't do something with all those girls you dress up."
Sally is more puddle of raging endorphins than human able to have a conversation. Her tongue does sort of flop out of her mouth, and she definitely loves it when Princess talks to her.
"It's almost dangerous to keep you on the edge for this long like this. In a way, you're almost lucky that you basically immediately worked yourself to the point of uselessness. If I didn't have a show to put on, I might just let you simmer for a while." Sunny takes a few seconds to appreciate the situation her little assistant so quickly worked herself into.
Sunny readies the video camera built into her phone, trains it on Sally, and slips into that magician's patter that drew her under in the first place. "And now, for my next trick, I will make my lovely assistant's mind disappear! When I snap my fingers, the enchantment will vanish from her gloves, her level of sensitivity will return to normal, and, because she's been such a good girl, she will have an orgasm so great, they'll be measuring the aftershocks for weeks! Tectonic plates will shift! New volcanic vents will open on the seafloor! It will be an orgasm that makes California fall off into the ocean! An orgasm that will shatter everything you know to be true, reassemble it in exciting new ways, and reward you with true understanding of what really matters in this universe! Is my assistant ready?"
All she could really say was "Yuh", since Lefty had started exploring how many vibrating fingers Sally could fit in her butt half a monologue ago.
Snap!
You could hear Sally moan from two blocks over. Her party guests all looked to her room and wondered if she was okay. The bunny suit and a surprising amount of carpet were ruined.
She lay on the ground, taking deeper and deeper breaths. She waits patiently for her vision to unblur and for the power of speech to return.
"Th-thank you, Princess."
"Of course, dear. Get up, get showered, get changed, and help me get dressed." Sally had no conception of how long she'd been out. Time in general meant little ever since she got herself wrapped around Sunny's finger. But Sunny clearly had time to get undressed and into a pair of the heiress's underwear. There was a, uh, pretty big and pretty delicious bulge in the front of those Mothra silk panties.
Sally climbs to her feet. "O-of course, Princess." She can't even pretend she's looking somewhere else. Or that her mouth isn't watering. Or that she's not fantasizing about sucking Princess's cock until the musk melts her mind for good. Her eyes linger until her legs carry her out of the room.
Sally returns showered, shaved, and in a fresh bunny suit. "I hope you don't mind me fantasizing about seeing you in my underwear, Princess. It's just such a powerful reminder of what you're going to do to me."
The two of them work together to get Sally's bespoke tailored wardrobe to fit a woman a head taller, considerably curvier, and just generally larger than her. A lick of Sunny's scintillating sorcery here and there helped fill in a lot of the gaps, but, let's be honest, this was never going to be one of those latex perfection disguises like you see in cartoons. A six foot something, larger-than-life magician was always going to fill out the svelte heiress's clothes, look good doing it, and pack a groin bulge that eradicates heterosexual urges in thirty seconds or less. Sally eagerly hustled to and from her closet, trying to find the best look for her Princess. Something that said "obnoxiously wealthy heiress", but also "devastatingly erotic mistress of the enchanted and entertaining arts, ready to wrap the world around her finger and extract an evening's sensual delights."
Sally owned enough clothes that, mathematically, it'd be unlikely she didn't have just the right outfit. Just like how she buys as many lottery tickets as possible just to deprive as many people as possible of a meaningful jackpot.
An exquisitely crafted black suit with extraterrestrial silver along the cuffs and lapels. The fibers are woven from a material so dark, light has to take out a bail bond just to escape. Not even a spoiled brat with bottomless resources could ask for better pocket camouflage. Gloves where the stitching dispensed a constant massage to keep your hands at the optimal limberness for legerdemain- the only pair known to exist and not yet burned by a certain heiress to make the other pairs worth more. Heels perfectly weighted and balanced to make your twirls and flourishes pop that much more.
Sally returns one last time with the final two pieces: a top hat with a silvered brim to match the jacket, and one of those exquisitely crafted silver wigs.
"This isn't going to turn me into one of your bunnies, is it?" Sunny teases. "Remember, good girls can't lie to me." Snap!
"O-of course not, Princess! I wouldn't dream of it!" Poor Sally can feel her heart beating in her chest at just the idea of lying to Princess! Actually doing it would be unthinkable! "Sure, it's right next to the identical ones with the neural interface circuitry, but I double-checked, honest!"
Sunny, satisfied, nods, sits herself down at Sally's vanity and lets the brainwashed bun deal with braiding and stuffing it all under a wig cap. Sunny feels the new heft of the silvered wig slide on her head, tops it all off with the hat, and rises to her feet.
"Showtime."
The eager assistant is rewarded with a kiss on the nose and the rapturous bliss that comes with such a gift. The lucky bunny's eyes rolled back into her head. Her knees would have given out if she didn't have a show to put on! The pair heads out the door and to the backyard to greet their audience of easily manipulated rich assholes.
The show was, by all, accounts, a dazzling success. Sunny the Spectacular has never put on a bad show in her life (that she let anyone remember), and that fact doesn't change if she's going by "Sally Silvestra, Sorcery's Silvered Star". The crowd fell under her spell before she began her second round of mass inductions. Bunny Sally couldn't have imagined a better fate than being stuffed in boxes, cut in half, and scouting out particularly suggestible audience members for her Princess. When Sunny took a bow at the end of her third encore, it was with two additional bunnies at her side. One was Jessica Aurum, Sally's longtime rival and presumed to procure a prodigious pickle processing payday when her pop perishes. The other was Diane Traeger, fan of pearl necklaces and the only person in the world Sally non-sarcastically called a friend. Sally had hand-picked them as "volunteers" and they promptly found themselves spellbound, stuck in stockings on stage, and bound in bow ties and black bustiers.
Sunny and her new entourage were unwinding in Sally's bedroom. Jessica was the first to speak up. "Great show, Sally! I didn't even know I could love being brainwashed that much! Like, who needs free will?"
"Thank y-" Snap!
Sally's next word shrivelled in her throat. Sunny's snap demanded the attention of all three bunnies. Sally is staring down the barrel of a loaded hypnotist.
"Was she talking to you, dear?"
"I'm Sally, right?"
"Wrong." Snap! "You don't have a name. You never did. I am Sally Silvestra, and you are one of her doting, brainwashed bunnies. I must have left some suggestions in there from the last time you went to a party for me." Sunny grabs the bun formerly known as Sally's chin and forces her to make eye contact with a forceful flick of the wrist. "There's only one Sally Silvestra, and, frankly, I'm better at it. It was cute to see you try, but you can go back to brainless bunhood now. You're a good girl, good girls forget." Snap!
"I'm a good girl, good girls forget." The platinum blonde bun's eyes flicker. The other two bunnies watch with erotically charged jealousy.
"Keep going, dear. I like you better when your mouth's busy." Sunny snaps and points at her perfectly tailored suit pants.
"I'm a good girl, good girls forget." She repeats. She unzips the zipper, pulls Princess's pants down, and gets to staring at that big, tasty cock bulge rubbing up against her nose. "I-i'm a good girl, good girls forget." The musk makes her drool and she's far too hypnotized and horny to even consider wiping it away.
"Go ahead, dear. Get me warmed up." Sunny slides a finger between her underwear and her skin, and even a certain brainfucked bun knows what that means. Ex-Sally pulls her princess's panties down, and, well.
"I'm a good girl, good girls forget." Her eyes go wide. She starts to drool. The musk sweeps up through her nose and encroaches on what few thoughts she has left. "I'm a good guh, goo good forgint." The tip of Sunny's big, beautiful dragon cock pushes against her nose. The other two bunnies are awestruck, and they're not even right next to it. They can appreciate that it's easily as long as one of their floppy bunny ears, thick enough that it can barely pass the kneeling bunny's lips, and inhuman enough to belong more on a dragon than on a humanoid magician. Sunny grabs that big, thick silver braid, yanks it up, and uses it to guide her bunny's mouth over the flared tip. Her eyes dimmed further. She tries her best to mumble her mantra through a mouthful of cock.
Snap! "Good onaholes please Princess." Her head bobs up and down the cock. She promptly slips into a good rhythm. Her tongue gets busy and her brain switches off. She wasn't exactly thinking much before, but nothing puts you into onahole mode like being forced over an intensely hypnotic, mind-melting cock while the girl who has you wrapped around her finger says "Good onaholes don't think, dear. Good onaholes let Princess's cock fill them completely. Good onaholes don't have brains. Just plenty of unthinking, squishy, fuckable space for Princess."
She moans and sucks and licks. She makes sure every drop of precum goes down her throat. It lands in her stomach and feeds the twin fires in her mind and loins. The roots of her cold silver hair begin to warm. Locks of golden blonde and passionate red poke through the cracks. The more she worships, the more she craves the cock molding her brain and body. She knows what it's doing, so far as she can be aware of anything like this, and it only makes her want more. Sunny pulls the newspaper out of her bunny's bra. Warmth flows to her breasts and helps them swell to fit. A proper assistant has to have a properly distracting and Sunny-shaped body, you see.
Snap! Sunny held her coin aloft. The two bunnies who didn't have a cock to suck stopped staring jealously at the bun with the slowly warming braid and started staring at their perfect princess's swinging coin. They had a lot of practice falling under Sunny's spell when she started swinging her coin and talking. They were her assistants, after all! They were the best at being hypnotized! They stare, enraptured, while she speaks.
"Jealous, dears? You should be. Your stomachs should be twisting into knots with envy. You want nothing more than to be in her position." Sunny swings the coin with one hand and strokes ever more color into that braid with the other. "You can't stop fantasizing about it. You need it." Sunny continues her patter while two of, well, formerly Sally's, but now Sunny's, finest handheld tape recorders levitate into her hand. She rewinds them past whatever letters Sally was dictating-but-not-reading before she got her everything stolen. "Either of you ever use a dictaphone?"
"Once, on a dare, but usually I dial with my finger."
"I just have my assistant do it. Touching phones is bad for your skin."
"You see, dears, the best fucktoys have empty heads. And yours are just full to the brim with all kinds of bank passwords and credit cart numbers." She presses the record buttons and issues one to each bunny who wasn't busy having her brain bleached by a princess cock. The microcassetes inside spin up, ready to record. "So, dears, you're going to empty your cute little bunny brains. All those secrets are gonna come pouring out. Gone from your mind forever. Leaving so much empty space for Princess to play with. Your mind is going to melt, dribble out your mouth, and leave soft, fuckable mush behind." She gives her cocksleeve bun a yank just to drive the point home.
A powerful Snap! rings out. Two bunnies get talking, and one bunny keeps sucking. The air and those tape recorders are filled with encryption keys, offshore account numbers, secret vault locations, and what you have to tell Rich Granny Meemaw to get her to write a check for horse lessons. The more they talk, better they feel. The better they feel, the more Sunny's wonderful warmth wreaths their minds. The warmer they get, the more dribbles out of those lovely bunny mouths and the emptier their heads get. The bunny between the magician's legs blossoms a beautiful blazing braid and a bouncing, buxom body.
Before long, the two bunnies emptied their entire minds out onto their cassettes. The onahole brought her Princess to a lovely, luxurious orgasm and is currently lying on the ground. Covered in cum, transformed into a second-best copy of her princess, and just awash with bliss. "Alright, dears. You earned it." Sunny snaps her fingers and points at her saliva and cum-soaked cock. "Get cleaning."
The two of them rush to be the first to drool over Princess's cock. Ex-Diane wins by a nose and gets to lap cum off the underside, leaving Ex-Jessica to work the balls and start inhaling that intoxicating musk. They worshipped, licked, and sucked the perfect cock clean. Shocks of brilliant red weave through the blonde's hair. The violet streaks Diane always claimed were natural sizzle away, just like the rest of her. They barely notice their bodies growing, filling, and shifting to match the pre-transformed bun. Before long, the only difference between Sunny's brainwashed bunnies are their hairstyles.
And, well, a Snap! and a lick of flaming magic can fix that. Now there's three identical buxom bunnies with blazing braids, all fighting over who gets to kiss the tip of Princess's cock, lick her balls clean, and lap the cum off her shaft. They clean with the sort of single-minded dedication you can really only get from people who've been completely brainfucked into being ideal cocksluts.
Snap! "Stand up, dears." One of them steals one last lick before joining her fellow bunnies. They stand at attention. Their cool cyan eyes watch Princess for orders. She simply walks down the line, hand wreathed in enchanted flame, and rewards each bunny with a slap on the ass. Well, two slaps. One for each cheek. Sunny brands each bun with her shimmering sun sigil. They always gasp and moan when Princess touches them. The wonderful warmth and the shock of the spank shake loose the last few scraps of old personality clinging to their brains. And, well, now there's absolutely no doubt about who they belong to.
Sunny lounges in her mansion, pampered by countless identical, blazing, buxom bunnies. All wonderful assistants, all disastrously gay for their perfect Princess, and all branded with her swirling sun logo. When one kneels to present her with her lunch on a silver platter, she rewards her with a kiss on the forehead. "I really should thank Sally for all this. Too bad I can't remember which one she was. And neither can she." She laughs at her own joke, and all her assistants join in. When Sunny's happy, they're happy. That's the first thing you learn when she hypnotizes you!
]]>"Okay, girls!" Millie smiled and clapped her hands. "Let's go around the circle and tell scary stories! I'll start." Millie told a pretty standard flashlight-under-the-face story where the teenagers get menaced by a guy with a hook hand. When the rest of the girls gasped, Tina just laughed. "What, does Little Miss Library think she can outdo me just because she found the right end of the hair dye bottle?"
"Oh, I know I could." Gracetina stands up. The fire illuminates the fishnet stockings and suit jacket that just glitched into existence. Tina's "Books!" T-shirt poked out from underneath. "I will need a volunteer. Would you do me the honor, Miss Millie? There's a brownie in it for you~"
"Just don't be too weird. And no cameras!" She glared at the audience. They looked at each other like 'she remembers she took our phones, right?'
Gracetina chuckled. A brief flash of glitched pink lightning puts a magic wand in her white gloved hand. She taps it against Millie's temple. Pink circuitry traces down the side of her head. It pulses when Gracetina speaks. "Inject literal 'I'm not going to worry about that. I'm a good girl.'"
"I'm not going to worry about that. I'm a good girl." A blissful smile spreads across Millie's face. Thin pink circuit traces crawl into her eyes.
"Background load module Magician's Assistant. Alias name 'wakey wakey'. Foreground load module Dressup Dolly. Save and reboot." The circuitry pulses, casting brief, flickering flashes on Gracetina's smiling face. Millie's eyes roll into the back of her head for a moment as her brain is reprogrammed. Gracetina pulls the wand away and wakes Millie with a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome back, dear. Did you have fun?"
"You didn't do anything, nerd." Millie crossed her arms and scoffed. She shot a little glance at the giggling audience. They stopped.
"Of course I didn't, dear. You were only out for a moment. There's no way I could have made you a life-sized doll with no mind of her own, becoming whatever she's dressed up as. Even if we stripped you down, there's no way you'd be a empty-headed doll for me to play with."
"What are you talking about? Nothing happened! If you're all going to be weird about this, show's over. I'm goin-"
The wand swiftly cut down her backside. Millie's shirt and skirt fall to the ground, leaving her standing in her plain white bra and panties. Her mind seized up. Without her clothes, how would a silly dolly like her know what to be? "Going to what, dear~?" Gracetina teased. "Oopsie, did I empty your head?" She tapped her wand against Dolly Millie's head. A clear ceramic "clink!" rang out. "Yep, sounds empty to me! Now the fun can start."
She looked out at the crowd. They were starting to exchange worried glances. This was something more than a silly party trick. Gracetina winked and stomped her black high heel. A wave of pink circuitry energy pulsed along the ground and into each girl. They all got a flash of pink around their eyes, just like Millie. "Good girls enjoy the show. They get hornier and hornier with each passing moment. If they're really lucky and good, Princess might call you up on stage~" There they go. Now they're not going anywhere. They lean forward, eager to see just what will come next.
]]>Millie doesn't move because she's an empty ceramic dolly!
"Sorry, folks. I forgot that dolls don't talk unless someone makes them." Gracetina laughs. "Normally, I would stick a big old key in her back, but we can have more fun than that. Isn't that right, Millie?"
Gracetina takes Millie's shiny ceramic chin and manually moves her mouth. "Whatever you say, Princess! You're so smart and perfect! There's no way I can think for myself~!" Gracetina says through her.
"I'll need a volunteer from the audience!" Gracetina announces, and every eye in the audience opens. The girls sit up in unison. Eyes locked on the magical princess. She takes her sweet time pacing around. Inspecting each volunteer. Taking their chin. Feeling them quiver. Listening to the sounds they make when they get the slightest hint of attention- and then the sounds they make when pink circuitry pulses up their chin, into their ears, and over their brain. Their eyes flash a lovely shade of pink, and they get all cute and drooly for a minute~
About halfway through, though, she strikes gold. A short little redhead. Her eyes are transfixed on Gracetina's fingers. When her chin is taken, her thighs clench together in raw bliss. Her back shoots up straight. She moans like she's never been touched on the chin by a brainhacked virus girl. Like she's never had pink circuitry zap from freckle to freckle, turning each one into a cute little heart. "Well, hello there." She squeezes that chin. "Good volunteers stand up." Pink electricity surges from her hand, through those heart freckles, and into her eyes. They roll back into her head. She has to be lifted onto her feet because her wobbling, shaking knees refuse to behave. "Ladies, what we have here is a rarity that I'm happy to share with you tonight! While everyone's at least a little subby, what we have here is a genuine hypnoslut. Isn't that right, dear?"
"Thank you, Princess~" The redhead coos, pink electricity crackling across her body and through her mind. Years of hypnosis fetishism made the paths for getting hacked by a virus girl nice and strong. "I'm a good girl, good girls obey~"
"Look at that. She's so eager to be mine, she comes with her own mantra." She taps her good girl on the head with her wand. "Set markers minus one sentence comma now. Repeat. Inject and execute."
"I'm a good girl, good girls obey~ I'm a good girl, good girls obey~" Her dreamy smile gets bigger and bigger with each repetition. Some of the other girls in the audience start to repeat, too. Looking into each other's eyes and chanting each other deeper and deeper under the same blissful spell. Gracetina hoists her eager volunteer over her shoulder and carries her back to waiting, empty Millie.
"Some of you might have noticed that I still don't have a beautiful assistant. All I have is a pretty dolly and a lovely little volunteer. But my pretty dolly has a secret~!" She puts the redhead down. Another Snap! and a few whispered words help the mantra-chanting redhead stand up straight. Her eyes are rolled all the way back up into her head. It's just pulsing pink circuitry now, flashing brighter with every chant.
"I'm a good girl, good girls obey~!" She moans. The trees and audience flash pink from her eyes alone. If the poor girl wasn't so brainjacked, she'd be a useless mess on the floor.
Gracetina taps her dolly's head with her wand. "Command inject prepare hot swap. Reconfigure kigu pod." Millie's eyes roll back into her head. The gentle whir and winding of clockwork is almost drowned out by the loud, lewd chanting just a few feet away.
A tap of her wand and a long, elegant stroke create a long, shiny zipper down dolly Millie's back. Gracetina opens it with a long, elegant "zzzzzip~!" She takes her lovely volunteer by the shoulder and taps her wand against the back of her neck. The redhead freezes. Her mantra catches in her throat. "Command inject rewind eight hours. Mantra background. Memory suppress hypnosis. Literal I've never been hypnotized. It's all nonsense. End literal compile and save." The audience stares, more jealous and horny than they've ever been in their lives.
The redhead's eyes flutter. "I've never been hypnotized. It's all nonsense." She repeats in the same blissful way she chanted her mantra. She blinks herself back to reality. "Tina?" She looks at the hypnotist, then at the girl unzipped in front of her. Her eyes get wide, but she doesn't panic. Something inside holds her gaze.
"What do you see in there, dear~?" Gracetina teases. "Tell all the nice people in the audience."
"It's full of spirals." She gasps, walking helplessly closer to the Millie doll suit. "And I can hear the most wonderful music. It's echoing all over my brain. It's drowning out my thoughts~" Mmm, someone was supposed to forget about her hypnosis fetish, but you can't keep a good hypnoslut down~ She steps into Millie's feet. Her face enters the mask full of spirals and speakers. The zipper closes behind her.
If, for some reason, you've never been inside a doll suit brainwashing pod, it's a wonderful experience. The differences between your body and the suit vanish.
You only feel what you're supposed to feel.
You only see what you're supposed to see.
You only hear what you're supposed to hear.
You only think what you're supposed to think.
The pink, pulsing spirals pressing against your eyes drill the correct thoughts deep into your brain. For our lucky volunteer, it's decades of training as Princess Grace's lovely stage assistant. The screen and the speakers implant countless shows and hours of training into her eager mind. Wearing lovely, revealing outfits. Developing more and more of a fetish for showing off and being used and embarrassed in front of an audience for Princess. Countless triggers seared deeper into your mind than actual memories. You could be any number of people at the drop of your own tiny top hat. Princess to dragon. Braniac to bimbo. Medusa to maid. You know just how to pick the best volunteers from the audience for Princess to make into the star of the show, and you love sharing the spotlight as much as you love being in it. Anything to make the show perfect for Princess, because that's what she deserves. It's like having your brain marinate in perfection for an eternity of blissful service.
Outside, it's just enough time for Princess to dress you in your fishnets, your black heels, and your cute little black top that boosts your boobs. Your porcelain eyes flutter open while she affixes your cuffs and bow tie. You wiggle your butt and feel the cottontail firmly stuck to your butt. Your floppy ears perfectly frame your tiny top hat.
"Bunny Butt Dolly, ready for action!" You giggle, presenting yourself to Princess and the crowd. They all gasp and moan.
"That's right, dears!" You hear, but when Princess talks to the audience, the words just bead up and roll off your silly bunny brain. You just get to look cute until Princess does a trick with you. "I've turned two volunteers into one assistant! An impossible feat for anyone but Princess Grace, Perfect Persuader, Mistress of the Mind!"
"Don't forget 'Perfect Princess~!'" You giggle.
"Thank you, dear." You get your ears pet. You love it when she does that because it reminds you of your place, and it means she's gonna use you! "For my next trick, I will~!"
]]>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!
]]>"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!"
Snap!
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