The Hypnotic Adventures of Blank Sheet

I was of two minds as I continued down the road to Ponyville. On one side, this was the most amazing thing to ever happen to me, and aside from the occasional pang of conscience (more and more easily ignored, I found), I was having the time of my life—and I was just getting started. On the other hand, I absolutely did not want Discord popping up again like last time and not kidding. I needed to cause some chaos.

The best source of chaos in Ponyville, and other than Discord himself, likely all of Equestria, is of course Pinkie Pie. Catching her alone would be the hard part: it’s almost difficult to imagine that mare isolating herself long enough to sleep; catching her alone at midday would be no small feat.

As I crossed a bridge and entered town, I looked around unable to help but smile. It really was Ponyville, just as I’d imagined it. The fun I would have here would be beyond my imagination, I was certain of it.

While I was standing there surveying the small, busy town, I heard a buzzing. I dismissed it as some insect, and twitched an ear to try to scare it away, but the noise only got louder. Finally distracted from looking at the ponies moving from place to place ahead, I looked in the direction of the sound, seeing three fillies coming on fast—one on a scooter, and two in a wagon behind. I smiled—recognizing ponies just never got old.

What I should have done, however, was move. At the last second, Sweetie Belle realized I wasn’t about to, and yelled to Scootaloo. “Look out!”

She did, just in time to scream as the trio plowed right into my side, sending all four of us to the ground. I groaned as I sat up. All three fillies were shaking their heads and rubbing minor hurts until Apple Bloom blinked and remembered something. “Oh yeah! Hey, are you all right mister?”

I suppressed a sarcastic “Thanks for asking,” opting instead to just nod as I pushed myself back onto all four hooves. I nearly fell back down again as Discord’s disembodied voice rang in my head. His sarcasm was almost palpable.

“My, my, finally made it to town, and trampled beneath the hooves of little fillies. I’m glad to see I chose someone so capable. You’re going to need all the help you can get, aren’t you?” The voice sighed, exasperated. “Fine, you can now choose to have a pony you control control one more pony for you. But only one! And no more presents until you earn them! Honestly, watching you is as exciting as watching bread rise in the ov—my pumpernickel! It’s burning!”

The voice was gone. I must have had my very best “what” expression on my face, as the fillies all looked very concerned for me.

Scootaloo looked up at me doubtfully. “Uh… are you sure you’re okay?”

Figuring out just why Discord would bake was going to have to wait. I shook my head as if clearing it, and made a show of smiling reassuringly, despite the pain in my side. “I’m fine, just a little dazed."

Apparently relieved to hear me speak, Sweetie Belle stepped forward, the tiny curls in her mane and tail bobbing slightly. “Hi! We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”

Next to her, Apple Bloom nodded as if confirming her friend’s greeting before adding her own. “Hi! What’s yer name? Are you new ‘round here?”

I smiled and nodded, pondering opportunities. Sure, I was becoming a real bastard, but I wasn’t so far gone yet that I’d take advantage of these three. On some level, I was a little reassured by that. That didn’t mean I couldn’t use them for a little chaos of a lighter nature though, did it?

“I’m Blank Sheet. Nice to meet you, girls!”

Though I hardly needed it, each of the girls stepped forward and introduced herself, with adorable pride.

“I’m Scootaloo!”

“I’m Sweetie Belle!”

“I’m Apple Bloom!”

Suddenly they were shouting. “And we’re, THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!”

“…wait, I already told him that.”

“Who cares? We have to do the intro like always.”

“Even if they already know?”

I bit back a smile. Nope. Not hurting these three. Suddenly, though, I remembered Discord’s voice, and what he’d said he’d given me. “Hey, do you three want to see a trick?”

Sweetie Belle nodded, sending her curls bouncing again. “Sure! What is it?”

Taking a seat in front of them, I gestured, sweeping a hoof in an arc, pointing at each in turn. “I can make anypony do anything!”

“Pfft. That’s impossible.”

Alright, maybe I wanted to hurt Scootaloo, just a bit. I denied myself that small pleasure and gestured for Apple Bloom to come over. As trusting as her big sis, The red-maned filly trotted right up, and got a hoof pressed against her forehead.

“Is it?” I’d earned a little smugness, I think. They had run me over just moments before.

Apple Bloom’s eyes had gone blank, and her expression slack. Scootaloo suddenly seemed a bit nervous, but Sweetie Belle, naive as ever, just looked curious. I needed to test what Discord had given me, and this seemed as good a chance as any.

“Go hypnotize Scootaloo, Apple Bloom.”

Expressionlessly, Apple Bloom poked her friend in the head, and Scootaloo’s gaze grew distant and her jaw slack. Sweetie Belle, the lone unaffected filly, just looked at me in astonishment.

“That’s so cool!”

In spite of myself, I wanted to give Sweetie a little present. So it was a present that’d probably cause trouble; at least she’d have fun for a while.

“Sweetie Belle, for being such a good sport, they’re all yours. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, do as Sweetie says until she says otherwise.”

Beaming, Sweetie positively bounced toward me. “Really? They’ll do whatever I say?”

I just nodded, wondering what sort of havoc this would cause, without my so much as lifting a hoof.

Bouncing around her rather blank friends, Sweetie Belle excitedly told them, “Follow me!” and took off like a shot with them in tow, the wagon and scooter forgotten in their wake.

I smiled and shook my head. Maybe once in a while playing with my powers without getting any was worth it too. Still, onward—Pinkie Pie was waiting somewhere, whether she knew it or not, and I was already certain she wouldn’t get off so easily.

Dealing with the Cutie Mark Crusaders was one thing, but the plan I was hatching for Pinkie Pie? No, better if nopony saw me anywhere near her beforehand. If it went as I hoped, there’d be chaos to spare, and I didn’t particularly want to be fingered. After scooting from tree to barrel to lamppost like an idiot (and attracting more than one perplexed glance), I realized I had exactly what I needed to make this completely trivial: The pocket watch.

With time frozen, I bolted from place to place, keeping well out of sight for the last stretch of my trip. Finally standing across the street from my goal, I froze time once more and bolted—straight in and up the stairs, taking a hiding place behind a dresser as time began to pass once more. Recognizing Pinkie’s room wasn’t hard—that high pitched voice was unmistakable.

“You’re such a good listener, Gummy! Not like Rarity. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Rarity’s great, but she won’t even let me talk for ten minutes! Always busy, busy, busy! She’s lotsa fun, but how can anypony worry so much? There are WAY too many fun things to do to waste time worrying!”

I barely managed not to laugh and risk giving myself away. Yep, lots of fun indeed, Pinkie, and you don’t know the half of it! I stopped time once more and rushed into Pinkie’s room, pressing a hoof against her head from behind. When time restarted, she slipped right into my control. Whispering in her ear to avoid being heard from downstairs, I told her to count to five, then wake and walk behind Sugarcube Corner, as if she just wanted some air. I hauled ass—plot? Whatever.

I hauled it for the back door, getting outside just in time to hear the sounds of life coming from the front, and made a mental note not to cut it so close in the future. Hiding behind a delivery that hadn’t yet been brought in, I waited. It wasn’t long before the back door opened again, and Pinkie appeared, bouncing like a ball. Before she could notice me, I rushed her, and put her back under.

If I was to fully enjoy the opportunities I’d been given, I needed distractions. It was perfect, really. My benefactor wanted chaos, and I could deliver while ensuring the heat stayed off me. So I wouldn’t get Pinkie personally. Sometimes you sacrifice a pawn to get something more valuable. I’d live.

“Pinkie, when you wake up, you’re going to have the biggest craving for sweets you’ve had in your entire life. You’ll long for a sweet any kind at all. Whatever sweets you find, though, are special. Each sweet you have makes you hornier and hornier—and just a single one is enough that you’ll have to fuck somepony—anypony—for relief. Understand?”

Pinkie nodded absently, and I grinned as I felt my own excitement (among other things) steadily growing. “Good girl. Count to ten, then wake up.” As Pinkie counted, I slipped back into hiding and listened to her strangely dull voice.

“Eight… nine… ten.”

From my hiding spot, I could just barely see Pinkie’s expression. After a quick shake of her head, the pink pony’s eyes bulged, and she vanished with a scream, leaving a pink blur behind as she ran. There was no way I was going to miss this. I did keep to the shadows of Sugarcube Corner, but risked being seen to get far enough to watch the results of my handiwork.

No sooner had I gotten into a spot from which I could see than Pinkie reached into a nearby tree, pulling out dozens of cupcakes. I blinked in amazement at the sheer number and gasped as she managed to stuff them all into her mouth, in a single gulp.

I gasped, quickly clapping a hoof over my mouth as I remembered I was trying to avoid notice, but my eyes remained locked on Pinkie the whole time. At first, I wondered if nothing was going to happen. The manic mare actually seemed tremendously relieved, even letting out a sigh as I watched the tension noticeably drain from her body. But then it started.

“Woah! Pinkie sense! Ear flop… tail twitch… leg spread? Huh! That’s a new one! I wonder what that means!” Suddenly, her ears laid back, and she bit nervously at a hoof. She didn’t wonder anymore. “Ohhh.”

It’s a strange thing to see a pony like Pinkie make bedroom eyes, but not only did she, it was the most lust-filled gaze I’ve ever seen. The look on her face as she gazed at every pony in the street was enough to get me hard. For a moment, I considered whether or not my plan had backfired on me, but then I noticed it: I wasn’t the only one. Almost as one, stallions who caught Pinkie licking her lips in raw heat began to get hard. Even mares crossing the street stopped in their tracks, too aroused to just keep going. To this day, I don’t know why it happened the way it did. Maybe Discord decided to up the ante. Maybe it was just Pinkie being Pinkie in a whole new way. Whatever it was, nopony who saw her was unaffected.

Eventually, Pinkie seemed to snap, going from biting her lip to a frustrated scream. “MMMMMMMMMAUGH! Take me! Somepony! Anypony! Take me take me take me!”

As I watched from hiding, Pinkie bounded across the area at impossible speed, protruding from windows, flower pots, and under rocks—anything that got her near enough to another pony to frantically plead for sexual release. I swear that I saw in in three places at once, and resolved to be extremely careful with her in the future—if things got out of hand, who knows if I could touch her? Who knows if it would work?

Finally, Pinkie stopped moving in the middle of everypony, flopping onto her back, legs spread, on the verge of tears. “Taaaake me!”

At once, stallions and mares alike rushed Pinkie, jockeying for position as if it were a championship race. Those too far back mounted other mares, who were none too reluctant oblige. I managed, narrowly, to retain my control as the street turned into one great orgy. Mares on their backs moaned and wrapped their forelegs around stallions whose names they may not even have known. Stallions thrust, stretching mares’ holes wide, despite their wives standing nearby. Wives licked the shafts of whoever was nearest or the gashes of other nearby mares, and sons and daughters had their first experiences with whomever was in reach. Pinkie herself, when I caught glances of her between some other stallion’s rough bucking of a much older mare, seemed ecstatic—she’d somehow fit two dicks into herself on which she bounced frantically, stallions on their backs. I might have heard a high pitched “Wheee!” but really, it was a bit of a blur.

The moaning must’ve carried blocks, and the scent of sex filled the air all around. Knowing why all this was happening had saved me from rushing in myself, but I was rock hard, breathing heavily, and looking for release too. I couldn’t hold out long.