SunDagio oneshots

>Be Adagio Dazzle
>And boy, do you still got it
>Who needs a magic pendant, good old fashioned hypnosis still works fine
>As evidenced by the currently naked, sweaty, panting Sunset Shimmer desperately humping a pillow on the floor in front of you
>You smirk down at her, leaning back on the couch and putting your feet up on Sunset's coffee table
"You know damn well you're not gonna get anywhere like that, Sunny. I already told you what you have to do."
>"F-fuck you, I'm not g-gonna ~oooooohhhhh fuck~ s-say it."
>She /really/ didn't want to admit to you how much she loved getting hypnotized by you
>You reach over and pick up your drink off the sidetable
>Well, technically it was Fluttershy on all fours, but she believed she was a table for the time being
>Had about as many thoughts in her head as one
"C'mon Shim, it's so easy. You just gotta say it."
>"N-no, goddamnit! I've g-gotta beat you eventually!"
>Her eyes are rolling back in her head and her tongue is fully out, ass in the air like a rutting animal
>You lean down and take her chin in one hand, turning her head up to gaze into your eyes
"Oh, but it's so much easier to let go, my sweet. We both know you want to."
>She didn't respond, eyes fixated on you, still trying to get herself off on the pillow despite the mental block you'd placed on her orgasm
"I have a thousand years of experience bending minds to my will, but few are as eager to submit as yours."
>Sunset looked down and away, biting her lip in embarrasment
>Then she spoke up
>"F-fine! I-I'mahypnoslut..."
"What was that, Shim? Couldn't hear you over the frenzied pillowfucking."
>"I-I said I'm a hypno slut! Now p-please, just let me cum!"
"Nu-uh, you'll have to do better than that!"
>"I'm a hypno slut! I-I want to be hypnotized, I need to be! I-It turns me on to have my mind played with! I-I love... I love being... hypnotized..."
>Your evil grin widened as her triggers kicked in
>Admitting it sent her back into trance as well as allowing her to orgasm but only when she was under, forcing her brain to associate the sensations
>You give her a moment to cool off, drooling onto the pillow with blank half-lidded eyes
>Then you wipe her memory, count her up and start her again
>You pull out her phone and flick through her contacts
>Fluttershy was a great endtable, but you could really use a footstool...