>This wasn't supposed to happen
>When you had been having trouble making friends around Ponyville, being a weird alien and all, Twilight said she had an idea to make you less intimidating to the locals
>You figured it'd just be some conversation coaching
>Not turning you into a fucking horse like them
>You didn't want this
>You liked having fingers and being tall
>As soon as the dizziness from Twilight's spell had faded, you'd started to panic
>She was trying to calm you down but fuck that, you didn't okay this
>It's then that you feel yourself held still in her magic, fighting against it as your head is turned to look at her
>Wait, what's going on with her eyes...?
>They're all... swirly and stuff
>"That's it Anon, just look into my eyes... just relax and stare..."
>Yeah, maybe you should. That sounds nice...
>You mentally shake your head and screw your eyes shut
>Whatever she's trying to do to you, it can't be good
>Can't look into those beautiful, swirling eyes, can't listen to that lovely, soothing voice...
>Then you feel your eyelids being forced open by magic
>Her face is right up against yours now, and you can feel her hot breath on your new muzzle as her eyes dominate your vision
>"There you go, Anon, don't worry. Just stare and relax, watch and listen..."
>You can't even think to do otherwise
>It's like a fog has settled over your thoughts and smothered them
>You could probably turn away or something if you wanted, but...
>Her eyes are so nice...
>You don't know how long you stare for
>Time doesn't really exist anymore as far as you know
>Nothing really does, except those eyes and her whispering words
>They're just kinda worming their way into your ears
>Like they're speaking down to your core
>It just feels so good to listen to her and stare...
>You can dimly feel a trickle of drool escaping your mouth as a dull moan makes its way out of your throat
>You just sit there and mindlessly accept her instructions as they reshape your helplessly hypnotized brain
>You're only aware of one final question
>"Who's a good colt?" she asks
>That's all you can weakly reply before your mind goes utterly, blissfully blank
>"...Aaaand, done. Rise and shine, Nonny!"
>You blearily blink your eyes, shaking your head slightly
>Where are you...?
>Oh, duh. You're in Princess Twilight's bedroom
>She's lying on the bed in front of you as you sit up straight
>"How are you feeling, Nonny?"
"A little dizzy, why?"
>You answer without hesitation
>"Oh, just wondering. You were feeling sick, so I invited you to lie down and rest a bit."
>You were? You could've sworn you were worried about something...
>As this thought occurs to you, a wave of tingling pleasure washes over you, seeming to seep into the folds of your brain and down each and every nerve
>You shudder and moan lightly in pleasure
>You quickly cover your mouth with a hoof, blushing
"Uh, s-sorry Princess. I don't know why I did that."
>She rests a hoof on yours
>"It's quite alright Nonny, don't worry about it."
>At her response, you think you agree. It's really not worth worrying about, when she puts it that way
>Wait, what were you thinking about before?
>Eh, it probably wasn't important
>"Quick question Nonny, how long have you been a colt?"
>Huh, that's an odd question, but you don't see why you can't answer
>You go to tell her that you've been a colt since you were born twenty years ago, but...
>That's... not right...
>Before you can pursue this avenue of though further, you're struck by another wave of pleasure that drives the thought out of your head
"I've been a colt since I was born, Princess. Twenty years ago."
>You respond as soon as the wave dissipates, and Twilight sighs in seeming relief
>"Okay good, it stuck. You'll be fine now."
>Before you can ask her what she means, you're captivated by her eyes
>Wow, they're really pretty...
>You can dimly hear her speaking as your senses dull while you fall into her eyes
>"And now that I'm certain the conditioning has sunken in, we're free to have some fun~~"
>Instinctively, the words you speak spring to your lips as if automatic
>Twilight smirks at you bemusedly
>"Mmmm, yes, I think having a mindless sex puppet whenever I want will be great fun for the both of us."
>She strokes a hoof through your mane as your universe is consumed by her eyes
>"Who's a good colt?" she asks you
"I am, P-p.."
>You go to say "princess," but that's not right
"I am, M-mistress..."
>You are jolted awake by the sound of two hooves striking each other
>"And awake. Rise and shine, pet."
>Your ears perk up at that as you blink the sleep away
>"How do you feel?"
"I feel fine, Princess. A little groggy, but fine."
>As you say that though, you feel a quiet roiling in the bottom of your mind, like something isn't quite right, but you can't quite place it
>You make eye contact with Twilight again, and a tiny twinge of panic flits its way through your brain
>Your brow furrows. What's wrong? Why are you upset? Why...
>What happened to your body?
>You scramble to your hooves and begin hyperventilating
>"Nonny? What's wrong?"
>Twilight calls out to you from her position next to you on the bed
>You twist away from her, pressing yourself up against the pillows in an effort to distance yourself
"G-get away from me!"
>Her brow creases as she rises to her hooves, not moving any closer to you
>"Oh my, why would you say that?"
"I don't know! Something about you is wrong and it's making me afraid, j-just get away!"
>You want this panic to stop but you don't know where it's coming from
>Why are you so afraid of Twilight? You've known her for ages... right?
>No, that's... that's not right...
>You groan and press a hoof to your temple
>Dimly, you hear Twilight make a tutting sound with her tongue and the rustling of the sheets as she rushes towards you
>Before you can react her face is against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss
>You're shocked, paralyzed by her action. Her lips are so soft...
>The panic starts to subside. It's still there, but it's fading
>You struggle meekly against the lavender alicorn, hooves trying to push her off
>You feel her magic form itself into fuschia ropes of energy that wrap around your hooves, securing you in a spread-eagle position under her
>She pulls back, keeping her face mere inches from yours
>"Does that feel better, sweetheart? Do you remember what you were thinking about?"
>She croons at you, and you find the words come sluggishly
"No... I don't remember..."
>"You were telling me how good my lips tasted."
>You shake your head. That can't be right
"What... what did you do to me? Why am I so angry, and why can't I remember anything!?"
>Twilight lowers herself, warm chest fur mingling with your own
>Her front hooves place themselves on either of your shoulders
>"I'm rehabilitating you, Nonny. I want you to be accepted by ponies, and useful to me..."
>She delicately runs a hoof through your mane
>"Doesn't that sound lovely? All that fear and panic gone, and perfectly happy with your new life?"
>You can't remember what you were before, but you feel hatred rising in your voice
"Just get away! Put me back! I don't know what you did to me, but p-please, just fix me!"
>"Oh come on, you don't mean that. Why would you want to go back? You don't even remember what you were before. Isn't it easier to just accept your new form?"
>Before you can refute her, she captures your lips again
>Every instinct tells you to jerk away
>But warmth spreads through your lips and cheeks and forehead so quickly
>The urge to fight falls away faster
>Twilight tastes so good...
>Twilight pulls away
>What... what were you thinking about? It was only a second ago...
>"Why don't you tell me about when you first met me? You can trust me, it's only a story."
>Your mouth feels dry as the words spill unbidden from it
"Fluttershy found me in the woods by her cottage. She took me to meet you, said you would know what to do..."
>Twilight's lips felt warm, tingly, soft, distracting against yours
>You push into them, trying to make the feeling last-
>She pulls away
>"Sorry, what were you saying?"
>Your mouth is stuck in the same pose
>What /were/ you saying?
>You desperately try to remember, but Twilight chimes in
>"You were telling me about the first time you met me. How you got a job as a mailpony, and one of your regular stops was delivering books to my old home in Canterlot."
"No, that's not right."
>The words feel bitter as they leave your mouth
>Twilight wouldn't lie to you, but it makes no sense
>You didn't know her when she lived in Canterlot
>"You started to have a crush on me, the cute little librarian, and you told me how you always looked forward to seeing me."
"No... no, you're lying."
>"Would I lie to you?"
>"I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't."
>Twilight presses her nose to yours
>"It would be easier if you stopped resisting, you know."
>Wait, resisting what?
>That expletive seems appropriate for some reason
>Twilight begins grinding her body against yours, pressing you down into the plush bed
>Namely, her slit against your sheath
>Heat shoots through your body and you moan
>Twilight runs her hoof through your mane again
>"Tell me about our relationship," she whispers into your ear
>You bite your lip
>She's doing something, using some kind of magic
>You try to ignore her hot breath on your ear, the warmth of her soft fur pressed up against yours
>The grinding stops and her rear lifts away, her hoof withdrawing from your mane
>You groan, missing the feeling. It felt so warm and intoxicating and blurry to have them there
>"Unless you don't want to tell me..." she whispers
>The word spills out of your lips before you can stop them
>Twilight's hoof and flank pause
"You... you took me in, let me stay in your castle. I didn't have anywhere else to go. You tried to figure out how to get me home, but you said it couldn't be done. You said I was stuck here, that I should learn to live here."
>That sounded right. The memory was kinda fuzzy, but sounded right
>You remember the dread in your heart when she told you... something.
>"Oh no, that can't be right. You slowly built up the nerve to ask me out, and we had a lovely date at a cafe in Canterlot. We were smitten with each other."
>"It sounds like there's something really wrong with your memories."
"What are you... hnn..."
>Twilight's slightly-slick folds feel so warm and inviting against your developing erection
>You try to remember what you had been saying, what you had been objecting to, but the memories wouldn't come
>"Don't think too hard about it." Twilight's voice sounds so soothing, so gentle. "It'll only make the anxiety worse if you focus on the discrepancies. Just let me remind you of what's true."
>Twilight kisses you again, but it doesn't feel like the others
>It makes your mouth dry and your head light
>It makes you feel tired and cold and sleepy, instead of warm and happy and... what was the word?
>"There, now. Very good. Doesn't it feel so nice to be so empty?"
>You blink slowly and unevenly
>Twilight makes it sound nice; she must be right
>"You have been my loyal, loving coltfriend for years now."
>You blink again
>"Of course, do you not remember?"
>Twilight's groin grinds into yours again, and you moan
>Hadn't you been cold a moment ago?
>That can't be, your member and chest and face felt so warm
>"Doesn't my touch feel so familiar to you?"
>She leans in and kisses you again. It tastes incredible, the best you've ever tasted
>The only one you've tasted, that you can remember
>You melt into the kiss, roll your eyes back and move your tongue to focus on it better. She feels so intoxicating...
>"Tell me, do you remember our first time making love?" The whispered words tickle your ear, warming you and teasing you
>You move your mouth but no sounds come out
>Your lips feel so cold without hers against them
>"Here, let me refresh your memory."
>She touches her horn to your forehead and her eyes glow a gentle violet
>You and Twilight are snuggled up in a different bed, in her old library in Canterlot
>Your sides are pressed against each other, reading a book together by candlelight
>While her eyes are fixed on the page, you sneak a kiss upon her cheek, which quickly turns pink from a blush
>She giggles and returns the kiss, but on your lips
>You both smile against each other as your lips move in tandem, teeth parting to tangle your tongues together
>Her hoof traces down your withers and along your spine as the passion of the kiss ramps up
>The hoof hovers at your flank and you shift slightly against the growing erection pinned beneath your body
>Reluctantly you pull apart for air, gasping and panting as you stare into each others' eyes
>"Nonny, I... I'm ready. I want you."
>Your heart swells
>The mare you're in love with, after all these months, is finally ready to share herself with you in that most intimate of ways
>And you're overjoyed
>You want to make her first time special, you want to please her
>You gently roll her over and are overcome with love at the sight of this adorable, beautiful mare spread out on the bed
>You bury your face in her neck, kissing and licking in a frenzy of passion
>Twilight moans cutely above you, and you take that as encouragement to continue your ministrations
>You work your way down her body, peppering her fur with tiny kisses and licks and the occasional tiny nip of the teeth, eliciting a delightful squeak from her
>Finally you reach her treasure, her folds slick with arousal nestled between her thighs
>You plant a kiss on the pearl at her apex and draw a long, experimental lick from bottom to top along the outside
>Twilight's hips buck at your touch, and her hind hooves cross themselves over your neck, trapping your head in
>Not that you mind
>You lick again, alternating between long draws and quick laps at her outer folds until you finally delve inward, tongue desperately seeking more of that nectar, that ambrosia
>Twiligh audibly pants as your tongue explores her insides, washing over every bump and crevice
>"Nonny, please... don't stop..."
>You're all to eager to oblige as her legs pull you in further, pressing your muzzle into her flower
>You redouble your efforts, taking all the little squeaks and breathy moans into account
>Hearing and seeing her in so much pleasure fills you with joy and purpose
>You're so hopelessly in love with this mare
>Pleasing her and making her feel good and happy is all you can think about
>Twilight's pants and moans increase in frequency and pitch, and you can tell she is approaching her peak
>"Nonny, I'm close, I'm so close, please keep going..."
>You obey her instructions with glee, diving as deep as you can into her folds
>One hoof snakes its way up and begins rubbing at her clit, drawing circles with it
>Eventually her little body can't take it anymore and she cums
>Twilight screams your name into the dark library home, her throes of passion echoing all around the two of you
>Her orgasmic ecstasy is palpable and as you despearately drink down the sticky-sweet marecum flowing from her, you feel pleasure dance through your stiff cock like lightning
>When her shaking dies down she uncrosses her legs and you pull yourself up to eye level with her
>Her chest heaves with each breath as she stares into your eyes, and you feel adoration and love swell within you again
>The memories replay themselves in your head
>Of the desperate intimacy when you two made love
>Of your eventual confession that you wanted her to dominate you, and her resounding agreement
>Of her inclusion of magic and hypnosis into your play, subtly altering your mind and implanting triggers in you
>Of being triggered to sleep, to obey, to go blank, to rut, to forget
>Of being so blissfully and utterly in love
>Of being so euphorically and wonderfully submissive
>Of being so completely and mindlessly obedient to your lover, your Twilight, your Princess
>You rise from your trip down memory lane, still pinned under Twilight, chest heaving under her body
>She's smirking at you with that face she gets when she's feeling dominant
>"Did that help you, Nonny?"
>You smile and peck her lightly on the lips
"Yes, my love. Thank you oh so much."
>She sighs contentedly
>"I'm so glad you're feeling better. I love you to pieces, you know that right?"
>You laugh and nuzzle her
"Of course, my Princess. I love you too."
>You both just lay there for a bit as you bask in her presence, overcome with love and adoration for the violet alicorn
>"You know Nonny, I can still feel you down there~"
>She whispers huskily into your ear, moving her belly against yours and reminding you of the rock-hard erection pinned against the downy fur of her hips
>You whimper as pleasure sparks through you at the sensation
>"Would you like me to take care of that for you, my little pony?"
>As she says that last part, you feel your mind fog and cloud
>All your thoughts slow down and your body grows heavy and warm
>Words spill forward from your mouth in a breathy murmur
>"Yes, what?" She whispers
>You know instinctively what She means
>You correct yourself, knowing that you must refer to your divine and wondrous Princess with the respect She deserves
>You feel your Princess slide Her folds against you, rising up and placing your tip just within Her folds
>Even just barely in, you can feel the intense, unbearable pleasure that your Princess always brings
>She rights herself, straddling you with Her forehooves on your chest as She begins to sink onto your member
>You want to throw your head back and moan but you keep your gaze firmly fixed on your Princess, the way you know She wants you to
>It feels so good to obey Her, and the mind-melting pleasure of your cock being enveloped by Her only serves to reinforce this fact in your lust-addled brain
>As She finally reaches the base and you hilt inside Her, She leans down and kisses you again
>Your eyes roll back in your head as Her tongue forces its way into your mouth, dominating yours in a fervent kiss
>And then, She starts to rise again
>Rising off your member until just the tip remains in, and then dropping back down again
>She breaks off the kiss and chuckles at you as a throaty moan escapes you
>Princess repeats the process of rising and falling on your cock, her breath hitching audibly each time she hilts you as her thrusts gain in speed and frequency
>Your hips buck as the pleasure courses through you like fire, erasing every other thought from you as Princess rides you
>"Yeeeessss, good, that's a good pet. Keep going, just like that. You're doing so well."
>The praise feels just as good as the thrusting, except this time you can feel her words sliding into your mind, embedding themselves, making themselves true
>But in the back of your mind you know, even as you approach your climax, that you can't release unless She tells you to
>"Do you want to cum, pet?" She croons into your ear before lowering her head to nip and peck at your jawline, words intermittently interrupted and punctuated by her body crashing against yours and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh
"Yes Princess, pet wants to cum, please..."
>You moan out your response to her inquiry, desperate to obey and please
>"Then earn it," she says. "Recite your mantras."
>Automatically, the coded words that assert your position beneath her bubble forth and spill from your lips at her command
"I am pet. Pet belongs to Princess. Pet must obey Princess. Pet must please Princess. Pet wants nothing more than to please Princess. Pet must be mindless and empty for Princess. Pet must stay hard and horny for Princess. Pet is helpless before Princess's power. I am pet..."
>You recite the mantras over and over and over again, in time with the thrusting
>Each repetition sears them into your mind further and further, engraving them as fundamental and undeniable facts of this universe
>And each repetition makes the pleasure that consumes your body and mind double impossibly
>Your entire being is awash in the sea of Princess's glory as you train yourself into even deeper obedience and submission to Her
>Princess is moaning atop you as well, and the knowledge that you are pleasing Her fills you with joy and fulfillment
>And then, She says it
>"Cum for me, pet."
>You climax together, Her heavenly walls clamping down on your cock as it twitches and spasms violently, spurting your load deep inside Her
>You feel your mind and thoughts and will vanish with each throbbing rope of cum that shoots into Her, still mindlessly repeating your mantras of submission
>And it keeps going, your entire mind drowning in pleasure as the time between the seconds drags on in bliss
>Somewhere in the back of your mind you know that you should have stopped cumming by now
>But you are lost in hypnotic pleasure, the ecstasy pressing forward, going on and on
>Your mind falls into bliss, and the last thing you can feel running through you before your mind vanishes completely is-
>Sunlight dances delicately across your eyelids, fluttering them open
>Your body is heavy and unresponsive, partly because you've just woken up and partly because of the alicorn cuddling you
>Twilight Sparkle is wrapped around you, holding you tight as she snores ever so quietly
>You can't help but smile at her
>You remember being triggered into Pet mode last night and the unknowable pleasure that it brought
>You close your forelegs around her withers and nuzzle into her mane
>Still asleep, she smiles and snuggles closer to you
>You smile too
>Even before the hypnosis, you knew that you'd do anything for this mare
>And her ascendt to Princesshood didn't change that
>You would forever be with her, be it by her side as a friend, in her bed as a lover or at her hooves as a toy
>You are completely and hopelessly in love with this mare, and you know she feels the same
>You close your eyes and let sleep reclaim you, breathing in the scent of her