Chapters Author's Note
So, I made a mistake; this story was found on Hypnochan, not written by me. I think. That was a weird time. Anyway! If you're the author and want it taken down, let me know.
Trixie's new assistant
Trixie scowled as she entered her wagon (Which she’d had to rebuild at great personal expense) and tossed her hat and cape to one side, another performance ruined, her once adoring fans hated her now, the only reason they came to her shows anymore was to heckle and throw vegetables, and it was all a certain purple unicorns fault, a unicorn whose friends had dared try to upstage The Great and Powerful Trixie. Ever since rumours spread that she couldn’t even defeat an Ursa Minor her career as a showmare had been ruined. It was their fault, it was late, she was groggy, it was dark, how could anyone expect her to perform under such horrendous conditions?
Well she’d had enough. It was time for a return trip to Ponyville.
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Trixie brought her stage wagon into town, and was already helping herself to smoothie when just one of the ponies she had been hoping to see arrived. Rainbow Dash had easily spotted her from above while organizing the clouds for the day, and was clearly not happy to see her.
“And exactly what do you think you’re doing showing your face around here?” Dash hovered over Trixie, pointing accusingly.
“Rainbow Dash was it?” Trixie replied, maintaining her ever arrogant tone of voice.
“Thats Rainbow Dash the best flier to ever come out of Cloudsdale to you”
“My, and you and your friends think I’m boastful?” Trixies eyes narrowed.
“Why you-“ Dash took up her boxing stance and punched the air a few times before Trixies horn started to glow.
“Perhaps we should continue this inside”
“Huh?” Dashes mind went blank for a moment as her hooves fell limp. “Yeah, maybe we should!”
Inside Trixies wagon resembled something more like a shrine to herself than a mobile home, clearly she’d gone all out on merchandising, photos of her covered the walls and unsold Trixie dolls lined the shelves. Dash entered, still not touching the floor. It was almost dizzying seeing Trixies face from so many angles at once.
“Now, what was it called my performance? Magic shmagic?” Trixie spun around, a sly smirk on her face, her horn glowing invitingly.
“Y...yeah I did! Y-you think...t-that, that...“ What the hell was wrong with her head all of a sudden? Her thoughts where getting all muddled up and it was getting hard to concentrate on a single train of thought. Let alone get them out of her mouth. Why was she bad mouthing Trixie again?
“Oh I think you’ll see things differently after this little private performance” First a memory spell.
“I...I will?” Dash ears drooped, her wings felt increasingly heavy as she drifted down towards the floor, but even her knees felt too weak to support her now too. The once energetic pony now felt like her energy was being sapped away, but there was something about the glow from Trixies horn that was so comforting and relaxing, she couldn’t help but stare.
“NO! Whatever you doing cut it out” Dash never pretended to understand Twilight and her magic, but she was sure whatever Trixie was doing it couldn’t be good. But she could feel it, something probing her mind, her thoughts and memories swam from one to another, one moment she could have sworn when she and The Great and Powerful Trixie had met she’d loved her show the next she remembered trying to outdo her with flying techniques. It was getting harder and harder to tell which the correct one was. But with The Great and Powerful Trixie being such a talented showmare why could she ever try to upstage her.
“Oh Dashie, don’t try to resist, it won’t matter where you look anymore, my exquisite horn, or my beautiful violet eyes. You’re already mine”
“I’m not like that I swear” Dash tried to break eye contact, but found her body unable to move. Her mind was still reeling at her altering memories, which were now telling her that Trixie loved her, and that she’d had a nigh unbearable crush on her ever since seeing her perform.
“Oh please, a mane like that and you’re going to tell me you don’t like this?” Trixie rolled her eyes as she moved closer and closer, purposely and painfully slowly until Dash could feel her breath, and their lips touched. Trixie was kissing her! Dash thought, The Great and Powerful Trixie was kissing her. Dash involuntarily let out a moan and blushed almost immediately.
“Now wasn’t that nice Dashie?” Trixie cooed seductively
“Yeah...it was” A dreamy smile forming on her face, her wings embarrassingly fluffing up.
“You want more don’t you Dashie? You just love the thought of being my pet, of course you will, with such a wonderful mistress who could say no? I know you’ve been longing for me, but now I’m here, just for you” Trixie whispered as she nuzzled up against Dashs neck. “Now why don’t you lay down and we can play”
Dash just nodded and whimpered slightly as Trixie commanded her to the bed. Now she felt more like a passenger on her own body, it was crying out for her new mistress, but the back of her mind was still telling her this was all wrong, her memories where wrong, all of this was wrong. But The Great and Powerful Trixie was so beautiful, she knew she was powerless to resist, and why would she want to?
She lay back onto the soft purple covers as Trixie slipped next to her levitating her hat and cape away, purring softly into her ears, weakening her will further and further with every word. But her new mistress didn’t need to say much more as Dash spread her hind legs revealing her already wet nethers. Her mind had been completely overcome by the spell Trixie had cast, a love spell that made its victim mad with lust for its caster, to the point of obsession.
Trixie giggled “Oh Dashie, and you said you weren’t like that”. Dash only replied with a whinny, her forelegs cycling the air, trying and failing to pull Trixie closer, her mind was lost in a lustful haze, her pussy was begging for her mistress’ touch.
“What do you think of The Great and Powerful Trixies magic now pet?”
Dash let out a squeal as she came, eye rolling into the back of her head, sweet euphoria swept over her as she submitted to her mistress in mind, body and soul.
“Looks like flying isn’t the only thing you’re the fastest at”
Now just one finishing touch was needed, the spell Trixie had cast wasn’t meant to last long, memory and love spells could easily be dispelled, or even broken if the subject realised they weren’t true. But there was a way to give a more permanent effect. She slipped down Dashes body, much to her disappointment, but it was short lived as Trixies still glowing horn entered her waiting passage. Ecstasy like nothing she’d ever felt before shot through her body as magic surged through her nerves, erasing all and lingering logical thoughts Dash may have had, burning the new memories Trixie had placed into her mind.
“Please...Mistress, more, I want more” She moaned as she flipped over, lifting her colourful tail, exposing her needy rump.
“There there, you get some rest, we’ve got a show to do later” Trixie ignored Dashs come on, relaxing her with another glow of her horn, commanding her her curl up on the bed next to her. Trixie set about combing her unkempt rainbow mane as she drifted into a pleasant sleep.
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It wasn’t long before word spread throughout Ponyville of Trixies return. A large crowd had gathered, but not really to enjoy the show, since many of the ponies present had vegetables and fruit at the ready. What few that didn’t where already planning how to throw her off with taunts.
Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had gathered in the town square too, but in the hope that Trixie had changed her boastful ways after her last visit.
“Watch in awe as The Great and Powerful Trixie performs the most spectacular feats of magic ever witnessed by pony eyes!” Trixie appeared on stage, greeted by a few poorly aimed tomatoes.
“Hmph, it seemed you Ponyvillains never learn, but perhaps The Great and Powerful Trixie will be able to change you minds with a little help from her new assistant” She motioned a hoof to the right side of the stage to signal them on.
“Hiya everyone, I hope you all love watching the show as much as I love being here”
Rainbow Dash couldn’t be happier being The Great and Powerful Trixies assistant.
Angel meets Trixie for the first time
Author's Note
Yes, she actually used to be called Hakkou. I am so sorry.
Angel meets Trixie for the first time
“It’s quite odd.” Spell Weaver said, trotting down the hall. “Canterlot may not hold us in high regard, but it’s unlike them to ignore us outright.” The unicorn sighed, shaking his head. His companion, also a unicorn, nodded.
Angel could hardly believe her eyes. Her friend, Shade, had invited her over to show her something. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. He was wearing a skin tight navy suit. On his hands, and feet, as well as his head and a triangle on his chest, the material was black, separated by jagged yellow lines. His eyes were concealed by green goggles, the tops angled down to give an angry look.
“What do you think, my Angel?” he asked, turning around to give her a better look at him.
Angel shook her head, disbelieving. “What is it?”
“The future.” He said. “You’ve heard of Nightmare Moon, yes?”
Angel nodded. “Yeah, isn’t she in hiding?”
He smiled, lifting the goggles. His once brown eyes were now a glowing turquoise. “She is gathering a following of loyal servants…”
Angel took a deep breath. “S-so why are you telling me?” she asked.
Shade smiled and opened the box next to him, pulling out an outfit much like his own. “I want you to join us.”
Angel shook her head quickly. “I…I don’t-“
“Come on, Angel…” he prodded, an odd smile on his face. “Just try it.”
She backed away from him, frightened now. Shade vanished in a puff of smoke, appearing behind her.
“Shh, shh now…just relax…” he said, stroking her temple. “just try it…”
Angel stopped, feeling light-headed suddenly. “Just try it…?” she asked, as he began helping her out of her clothes.
“Yes, that’s right, my dear Angel…” he whispered in her ear as the last of her clothing dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. He held up the suit, and Angel stepped into it, half in a daze.
“Welcome to the Shadowbolts, Angel Grace.” He said, pulling the suit tight against her and zipping up the back. The suit felt warm against her skin, and as he pulled the hood over her head, seemed to fill her with…something.
“W-what?” she murmured, holding her head.
“Don’t fight it. Become one of us.” Shade said softly. “You’re a Shadowbolt now…”
Angel gasped out lightly as the darkness poured into her, dropping to her knees. It crashed over her like a wave, and she began to realize the suit was more than a simple suit. It almost seemed to be alive, the way it bonded to her. Pony and suit were one, and both served the Queen together.
Angel stood up straighter as Shade slipped the googles over her glowing turquoise eyes. Taking her hand, he turned her around and pulled her close with a smile. “I knew you’d love it, my dear fallen angel. We’ll do great things together, in the name of Nightmare Moon…”
The two embraced, and Angel looked up at Shade, nodding. “I can hardly wait.”
Author's Note
This place place after Diamond Tiaras birthday when she is of age. Everyone is of age. I had my doubts about posting this, so just remember that this story is uncut. Thanks to the idea on the forum for this.
Silver Tiara
"I think it's about time I gave you this." Diamond's mother handed her a jeweled box. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara adorned with diamonds, including one large, eyecatching one.
"Be careful." her mother cautioned. "That's the key to it's power."
"What? Power? But we're just earth ponies..." Diamond said, clearly confused.
"Once, our family ruled, and this artifact was the key. The wearer of this Tiara can influence other ponies; given enough exposure, they will become your loyal...subjects."
Diamond grinned as she picked up on the connotation of that last word. Of course her mother wasn't done.
"Now, be careful. It does tend to wear you out, and the stronger the pony, the harder they are to control. In fact, it's probably better for you to keep that hidden away."
"Of course, Mother." she said respectfully, bowing her head. She closed the box, and left the room...then quickly slipped out of the house. Opening the box, she set the Tiara on her head. As soon as she did, she felt a rush flow into her, the large diamond sparkling. She knew she had to test it, and she knew just how...
"Ah don't know what yer playing at..." Applebloom said, as the two mares entered the room. "If you want to make fun of me, ya coulda done it back there."
Diamond shook her head with a little laugh. "Don't be silly. I didn't bring you into my house to make fun of you; it's no fun without Silver around." She closed the door behind them, then turned around. "I wanted to ask your honest opinion: What do you think of my new tiara? Too gaudy?"
Applebloom tilted her head, confused. Why was Diamond even asking her? She had Silver and the other, popular mares.
"Well, it's...it matches you quite well." she finally said.
"You mean it's pretty?" Diamond asked; she could feel the tiara responding to her. "Because you think I'm pretty?"
"Er, yeah, Ah guess so..." Applebloom shuffled her feet a bit, blushing. Why was she suddenly thinking things like that?
Maybe Diamond had seen something, something Applebloom had missed out on.
To her surprise and delight, Applebloom blushed heavily, looking down at her feet and nodding a bit. It was an incredible feeling; she could almost sense the growing hold she had on the farmpony. “Well, don’t worry. This is pretty juicy, but I think I can keep it to myself.”
The relief she saw on Appleblooms face convinced her it was real; she was actually putting thoughts into her head. She lifted up her head with a finger, smiling. Oh, not a warm, kind smile, a cunning one. “You’re really grateful.”
“Y-yeh…thank you, Diamond, I appreciate you keeping mah secret.” Applebloom stammered out. Those eyes, that posture, it was incredible.
“Mmhmm, you’re welcome.” Diamond said, leaning back. “Do me a favor and kneel down.” Her heart jumped when
Applebloom complied. She raised a leg. “Remove my shoe and sock.” Diamond had picked up a more commanding tone, certain Applebloom wouldn’t mind, and she was right. The tiara was working well on her, and soon both shoe and sock were removed. She actually had to still her breath before the next command. “Lick my hoof. Nice and slow, really enjoy it.” She half expected it to fail, but Applebloom began to lick, sending a wave of delight through her.
The topmost diamond began to glimmer, and now Diamond Tiara could actually feel Appleblooms mind, caught up in the magic of the tiara. “You love to worship my hooves.” She said softly, words coiling around the receptive mind. Applebloom took her ankle in her hands gently to get a better vantage as she licked and kissed. “With each lick, your submission grows. Your arousal at serving me grows.” She didn’t know where the words were coming from, but she loved them. “You are my loyal slave.”
At that command, Diamond felt Applebloom’s mind fall under her thrall. She was in complete control. “Yes, I like that. We’ll have to get more of your friends involved in this, won’t we?” Diamond teased, lifting her leg a bit.
Applebloom looked up, nodding. “Whatever you like, Mistress.” She replied respectfully. Diamond frowned.
“I didn’t say stop, slave.”
A content smile set upon Diamond Tiara’s face as Applebloom resumed her attentions. Yes, she could quickly get used to this…and who said she had to stop with her old friends? With this crown, she could rule so much more…
Author's Note
Turns out even I have a limit
Equality
In sameness, there is peace .
How long had it been? Days, for sure.
Exceptionalism is a lie.
Free yourself from your cutie mark. Choose equality as your special talent.
Every time, Starlight Glimmer asked the same question, she and her friends gave the same answer. But she wasn't feeling it as strongly anymore, and she could tell her friends weren't either.
Difference is frustration. To excel is to fail. Be your best by never being your best.
Conformity will set you free. Accept your limitations, and happiness will follow. You're no better than your friends.
Confirmity would set her free...Her cutie mark glowed at the thought of that. Of course she wan't better than her friends, that was natural.
The looping voice started again. Being equal...everypony out there seemed pretty happy about it, didn't they? Maybe she didn't need her cutie mark for true friendship.
Once again, the cutie mark pulsed, reinforcing this thought. How must the other girls be doing, with this? She looked over them, each of them having that same cutie mark. Perfectly equal. The same. And in sameness, there was peace.
The recording stopped, and she knew what was coming next.
Indeed, they found themselves before the town again, and again, they declined the offer. This time, however, something changed.
"Twilight Sparkle, I think it's time you and I had a talk."
With a last look back at her friends, Twilight Sparkle followed Starlight Glimmer to her house. The door closed, and Starlight looked back at Twilight.
"I can see it in your eyes, you know."
Starting, Twilight took a step back, her heart beating faster. "What are you talking about now?"
Starlight Glimmer merely chuckled, shaking her head. "You can't hide it from me. Remember, I gave you that mark." she nodded at the equal sign on Twilight's flank. "You've been feeling a bit more...equal today, haven't you?" at the look on Twilight's face, she smiled wider. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Equality is simply perfection."
"Equality is perfection...?" Twilight asked, half as a question, half as a repeated statement. The mark glowed, and Starlight nodded, stepping foward.
"That's right. In sameness, there is peace." she whispered to Twilight.
"Exceptionalism is a lie..." Twilight droned, looking off into space. The mark pulsed as the mantra repeated in her head.
"We are all Equal. Equality is happiness."
"We are all Equal...Equality is happiness..." Twilight repeated, a lightness to her words. There was happiness in Equality. Freedom. No more fighting, no more trouble, just happiness...
She was falling, and Starlight was prepared to swoop in for the kill. "You don't need your cutie mark, do you?" she asked, drawing out the words. Oh, she was enjoying this.
Twilight shook her head slowly. She never needed it, did she? It just separated her from others, caused problems. "N-no...I choose equality as my special talent..." she replied, a smile on her face. Accepting it felt so much better.
"That's right..." Starlight cooed, a magical aura surrounding Twilight. Fixing up her mane, her tail. "You don't want to leave, do you? You want to be just like the rest of us."
"Conformity will set you free..." Twilight said softly, as the aura faded, her smile growing. "Yes, I'd love to join your village."
"There is true friendship in Equality. Why don't we share that with your friends?"
"No better than my friends..." Twilight whispered, following Starlight Glimmer out. The poor mare would need a few weeks to recover from the rather intense...convincing. Once she did, though, she'd be a smiling beacon of Equality
Author's Note
Kind of Mind Control? It's more an idea of a story I'd like to do.
Patience
The darkness stretched on forever.
No, that wasn’t quite right. He had experienced forever once. Those who had cast him into the darkness, abandoned him to oblivion, they thought that they had been rid of him, that even if he had lived, he would fall into madness.
Fall he did. One thousand years of nothiningness. Of emptiness. It was enough to drive anyone mad. When he saw the slightest glimmer of light, he pounced on it. This was his mistake. This was his defeat. It was a defeat that had cooled the fires, tempered the madness.
He waited. He planned. He collected his strength. This time, he didn’t jump at the light. He watched, he waited, and slowly, surely, it grew. It surrounded him. By the time he had shed the last of the abyss that had become his prison, his purpose was clear. The Empire, his rightful throne, awaited him.
Compared to the agony of waiting, the trip to the border was short. He could feel the magic of the Empire before he saw the spires, hear the voices of freed slaves before they came into view. Again, he waited, watching, knowing haste wouldn’t get him anywhere. Patience must be held in the highest regard.
Patience was rewarded, as one pony left the empire, seeking something or the other in the snows that surrounded it. He cared not what. He descended upon the pony; a mare. Beggers could not be choosers, after all. The vibrance of her life was incredible, as to be expected of his slaves. She resisted, naturally, but in the end, slaves were weak, and he was strong.
The first sign there was something wrong came when he was inches from the threshold. It was like swimming against a current, not pushed back, but meeting an untouchable resistance. Every step closer, the resistance grow, every step became harder. He was determined, and he pushed, and pushed…until he was thrown backward, his wayward vessel forward.
Cast out, he watched as the confused mare got to her feet, shook her head, and cast her eyes around her surroundings. What must she think about what had transpired over the past time?
He knew. He understood what had happened. That wretched Artifact, that Crystal Heart. He should have destroyed it when he had the chance, but he had enjoyed holding it over the slaves heads. Now it had found it’s Princess, and as long as the two were united, the Empire itself rejected his presence.
Patience. He needed to have patience. Much had changed over the centuries, but much remained the same. He turned his attention southward, to a mountain fortress. If he could not take the Empire, then he would infect Equestria itself. Like a virus, he would spread darkness, fear, hatred, until the Crystal Empire reflected none of the love and harmony that gave it power.
He didn’t expect to strike at the heart of the world, not yet. Even his power was not greater than the power that castle held. No, he would find a weaker heart in that great city, a heart that would be unable to resist him, a male body this time that he could remain in until he found a way to restore his own, grand form.
Once Equestria knew his pain, he’d enslave his empire anew, and with the forsaken hearts of the crystal ponies, he would reveal himself, and no one would stop his ascension.
All he needed
was a little patience.
Author's Note
WARNING:
Based on a spell from a game that I enjoy at times.
Succubus Wings
"So, tell me again what's going on?"
Luna looked down at Twilight, nodding. "There's a new princess of the demon realm. Since we're so close together, and Celestia wants to avoid a reason for them to cross over into our world, we often visit during major events. Just to maintain appearances and keep tabs on them."
"ooookay." Twilight remarked, raising an eyebrow. "That's really great and all, but...I don't see why I'm coming along." she adjusted the dress she was wearing; she hadn't been in anything like this since her coronation. She'd forgotten how uncomfortable this dress was...
"The Princess asked for you, since you're both new Princesses. Celestia agreed, since it was good for relations." Luna put a hand on Twilight's shoulders. "It's not going to be as hard as you think." at Twilight's questioning look, she smiled. "I know that these kinds of events can make you nervous, but it's just making friends from other places."
"Of course, Luna." Twilight said, seeming more confident. Taking Luna's hand, she stepped through the doorway, and entered the demon world. It wasn't quite as dark as she expected, though there was a distinct red hue to everything. A few demons had gathered by the portal between their worlds, the curved horns and leathery wings setting them apart from the single horn and feathered wings of the Princesses.
"Thank you for coming." the lead demoness said, a slender, red woman with a whiplike tail. "My daughter has been looking forward to this feast for some time."
"It's an honor to have joined you. Where is your daughter?" Celestia asked, in her most regal tone.
The demoness motioned, and a younger woman came out from the shadows, smiling shyly. While small black horns curved around her head, she did not possess the spreading wings of her mother.
"Thank you, honored Princesses." she bowed slightly, then turned to Twilight with a smile. "It's good to meet you." she offered a hand. When Twilight shook it, she noted how heat seemed to radiate off her digits. "If you like, there's still some time before the feast. Would you join me in my room?"
A quick glance to Celestia confirmed that yes, this was proper protocol, and Twilight soon found herself pulled along behind the demoness. The stone door closed behind them, and the princess let out a slow sigh. "Sorry about that." she said, quickly shucking her formal attire, quite to Twilight's surprise. "We have a couple hours to relax, if you want to..." she motioned at the dress Twilight was wearing. Well, she had wanted to get out of this...Twilight carefully removed the dress, setting it next to the demon's attire.
"So..." she said, somewhat uneasy about being in her underwear in a strange room. "You're the new princess of the demon realm. I bet that's a lot of..." a warm finger was pressed to her lip, and she was pulled in closer to the princess.
"Shh. Relax. All these speeches and formal events are so stressful...it's nice to just...unwind." The demoness said, as she pressed her skin to Twilight's, slowly undoing what clothing she had left. Twilight wanted to protest, knew that she should, but she was feeling so good...and so warm. It wouldn't be wrong to linger in this embrace, would it? To stroke the body of the demoness as her own was stroked...
"Mmm..." she murred, as their bodies seemed to twist together. Her exploring fingers found a pair of notably warm points on her partners shoulderblades.
"Go ahead. Feel them." the demoness whispered in her ear, before nibbling on the lobe with a little chuckle. Curious, Twilight ran her fingers over the spots, and let out a soft moan. A strange warmth had shot up through her fingers as runes on the back of the demoness glowed with power.
"Oh...uhhhh...." Twilight breathed, as the two of them embraced and twisted around each other. She was feeling...so wonderful...she pressed her nude form against that of the demon princess.
The princess pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "You know, there's a coming of age rite among my people." she whispered. "I can show you, if you like..."
Twilight was at a loss for words at the moment, but she nodded. The demon smiled, adjusting herself so she was facing away from Twilight. Twilight murred softly, rubbing herself against her exposed back. It felt as nice as, perhaps even better than, the rest of her.
"You see..." she explained, as Twilight's arms began to rise into the air, lengthening as the rest of her rubbed against the red back. Her legs were even beginning to sink into the demoness. "A demons wings are another soul that's been bonded to them. When a demon comes of age, they find and seduce someone to become their wings." she smiled, stroking down a growing finger as the membrane was forming. By this point, much of Twilight's body had been pulled into her. "Serving them forever."
Twilight felt her arms spreading out, slowly flexing as her face met demon skin...and slowly pressed into it. She sank into the demoness' back, settling into place.
Now...give up your soul. Surrender it to me, and become my wings, for all eternity.
Twilight's entire being cried out. Yes, yes that's what she wanted. She felt a surge of pure pleasure as she felt her soul sealed to the demon's, merging with it as her body completed it's transformation. Her thoughts and memories became muted as her existence became a part of something more. She felt her body arch as the Princess rose up, testing her new wings.
So wonderful! I know you'll serve me well, my wings.
The Demon Princess smiled as she put back on her robes. Her mother should have things smoothed over with the other Equestrians by now. Amazing what a little charm and memory magic could do; this was going much smoother than last time. Equestrians really did make the best wings, she mused, as she felt another happy little pulse from hers.