Chapter 1 : A Sticky Situation
A slow turn of the key, and "Max Volume" was officially open. Bass Canon was admiring her new shop and home in Ponyville. Sure, she was never the more glamorous of the two sisters, but honestly, nobody can compete with Vinyl. The two sisters did always share their love for music, but Bass was always more of tech geek than a music buff, and her talent in making equipment to help her sister or any other aspiring musician was a hot commodity in Canterlot. Sadly, it seemed only Vinyl ever loved her. Her parents seemed always distant, afraid of her for some reason only known to them. All the way through childhood they would treat her odd, attempting some weird magic on her mind and body. If it weren’t for Vinyl, those sickos would have never been charged with child magic abuse. But reflecting on those dark times would only bring gloom, so Bass shunned them with a long sigh.
Apart from food and clothes, the unicorn could only buy something she earned for herself. This situation made her quite resilient and stern in her resolve, and sadly, very hard to befriend. She did manage to make a living as stage director for her famous sister, her technical knowhow and inherent magical prowess proving to be the key. She figured this was her place in life, in the shadow of DJ-Pon3.
But life flows, and so did Bass's destiny. She wanted to go somewhere nice, somewhere cozy, somewhere new. Ponyville seemed like the perfect place, with it’s welcoming community and ample chance of having a successful business. With a soft crackling sound of an old wooden door on unlubed hinges, Bass opened the door of the shop, and as soft light reflected ever so mildly on her white fur and purple mane, her black shirt absorbing the soft rays of a spring sun and her jeans and snicker combination providing the right amount of movement, she looked to the market nearby. Some lucky pony is going to be her first customer, and she smiled in anticipation.
That lucky pony was Dream Searcher, the local hypnotist of Ponyville. As she walked, the sun shone down on her almost golden fur of her body, covered by a light blue T-shirt that she always wore when it was so humid and warm outside… she really hates these hot springs. For pants, she just settled on some shorts, showing off her tender legs. Though while she might look golden to some, Dream still preferred her lush, light yellow mane and tail that felt so soft when she touched it. Some stallions even complimented her on her softness when she was dating them. That was back in Prance, though, when she still lived there a year ago. Then, she still had the time to date stallions, and even a few mares here and there, but the moment she had finished her studies at the university and became an adult, Dream had decided to go and pursue her luck in another city. While she did enjoy the life in the city, she had always liked the countryside, so it wasn’t really a surprise to her that she had decided to settle in Ponyville… though it did seem that it was terrorized by many strange creatures and disasters, but luckily Twilight and her friends always managed to avert a crisis.
She shook her head, knowing that she was once again drifting off with her thoughts. She placed a firm hoof on the ground, focussing herself on the task at hand. She had noticed that a new shop had opened in town, and it seemed that it had something to do with music. However, Dream wasn't really there to buy stuff. No, she knew that the pony had just moved into town, so that meant that she didn't have any friends here yet, normally. Dream knew this because she didn’t have any friends when she moved into Ponyville. It was perfect, because if the pony didn't have any friends or somepony who knew her, taking her wouldn't arouse suspicion.
It should be told, though, that the yellow mare wasn't really a saint in Ponyville. Oh no, due to her hypnosis power and her interest in technology, she wanted to take over the throne of Equestria. Ever since she was a filly, she had these fantasies of total and complete control, but they were just fantasies. Yet, it seemed that Dream had decided to make that fantasy a reality and now that she was a hypnotherapist, she knew that the delicious fruit that was power was really close now. So close that she could almost taste it. She just knew that the new mare in town would be the first servant of her new empire. Smiling a little, she entered the shop and looked around.
The soft ring of the bell made Bass turn around, only to blush a bit. She expected a nice face, but not this nice! The golden locks, the soft face made forced Bass to not only greet but also scan what seemed to be her first customer and the first pony she would love to know more about. One quick look at Dream, and Bass went into her “sales pitch mode”, as she liked to call it.
"Welcome to Max Volume, where we make you the star! My name is Bass Canon, how may I help you?" she said in a very upbeat manner, happy that those hours in front of the mirror yesterday night were not just attempts to test her sanity, but actually gave her slogan some merit.
"Also, as you are the first person to enter my shop, how about one complementary shirt?" she said, pointing at the black tee she was wearing that showed the shop's logo, a wide grin on her face.
It was then that Dream looked at Bass. She seemed nice, but that wouldn't really matter to her soon, as she knew that Bass would be really nice to her in just a few minutes. She just couldn’t wait to see the mare on her knees, looking up at her Mistress and stating her obedience. Oh, Dream felt so excited suddenly. She had to have the mare, she just had to.
"Oh, hello." Dream said, now looking at the T-shirt the mare was wearing. It seemed nice enough, though she wasn’t sure if she would wear it in public… nor that it would matter to Bass soon. She just nodded and shrugged, trying to act as nice as possible for now, hoping to win her trust a little. "Alright, I'd like that. So, what do you sell here?" she asked the mare, feigning interest.
"Music equipment such as speakers, headphones, instruments and… special equipment as well." Bass replied, looking if no fillies were around. She did not want another scandal so soon. Then why was she so upfront about her other merchandise? Must be the eyes of her potential customer, she concluded. She did always have a soft spot for blonds, and Dream was no exception. "So, do you like music, Miss..." she asked, hoping to continue the kind conversation, and maybe even make her first profit in Ponyville in the process.
"Dream, Dream Searcher. I'm the local hypnotist." she said with a slight nod of her head, now seeing all the boxes, DJ sets and other things lying around. It did seem that Bass was pretty well stocked, but Dream thought that was expected of a shop that just opened, although not so sure. After all, economics wasn’t really a course she excelled at at the university.
"Hmm, and yes, I do like music. I love electro, but dubstep is a little too much for me, if you know what I mean." She kept on smiling as she started to walk around the shop, feigning interest once again. She was in a shop, after all, so she could look around freely, and it might give her the opportunity to start controlling Bass, she just needed to remember that she had to act careful and not rush things, otherwise Bass might slip out of her grasp, and she would be back at square one.
"A hypnotist? Ah, like therapy, I get it!" Bass replied, remembering a moment from her childhood, with her hand seemingly trying to pull her shorts just a bit lower.
"Damn it, should have gone with cotton." she thought, and moved from the back of the counter towards Dream.
"Say, if you like electro, how about..." she said and began to open a shelf.
"This soundboard? It's not as expensive as a full DJ set, but for a quick loop you can use this!" she smiled and held the model up to Dream.
Dream walked over to the counter, seeing a soundboard lying there. She blinked for a few moment, taking a look at all those knobs and buttons, then sheepishly looking back at Bass. "Hmm, well, I'm not really musically gifted, I just enjoy listening to it. But hey... do you have some kind of radio here? With good stereos and the likes, maybe even a pair of headphones?" She asked, knowing that she could probably hypnotize Bass with hypnotic music. It would fit her, she knew, and Bass just had to listen to the CD Dream was about to teleport into the shop.
"Oh of course, let me just get them from behind this counter." Bass replied and pulled out a few models, making sure to pull one neon looking model back. "Sorry, that one is from the other collection. These ones are for music." she mumbled, a guilty smirk not escaping her face. "So, do you look for electro suited ones, or just general quality?"
Dream looked at the neon model, seeing the smirk on the mare's face and starting to get interested by it. She knew she could always ask about it when the mare was finally under her control anyway, so she did not pay too much attention to it. Yet, as much as she tried to dismiss it, she was sure that it was very special… maybe even a little too special.
"Oh, just a normal one, the ones you find in the general electronic store. I want you to hear something. You see, I found this CD a long time ago, but I'm not sure what kind of genre it is, I hope you can help me." Dream said, teleporting in a single CD that now levitated in a red hue, only to gently fall onto Bass’ hands.
"Heh, sure. I usually let Vinny do that, but with her gig tonight, it would be hard to find the time." Bass said, and placed the generic headphones onto her head. “The customer is always right” phrase came to mind, and being a musical analyst sure did fit the motto.
Dream smiled even more, knowing that Bass was falling into her trap that would turn her into the perfect, obedient slave. First, she'd make her listen to a hypnotic CD so she would fall into a trance. That would be the perfect time to place a golden letter D on her chest which would slowly start to change her into latex, and lastly, her mind would be reformatted into that of a latex drone, only wanting to serve her Mistress. It was the perfect plan and simply thinking about made Dream quiver inwardly. The blond unicorn nodded slightly and placed the CD into the stereo, pressing play. At first, it only began to generate hypnotic hums and binaural tones with no real music coming from it, their only use to entice Bass into Dream’s web of tempting hypnosis.
The pulse that came from the recording was familiar to Bass. Being a music nerd, she knew what binaural beats were, and if it weren’t for Vinyl’s constant bickering that those things were a bad idea, she would have tried them years ago. But these ones were so nice, so perfectly balanced in its rhythm of attack, that she simply did not want to stop listening to them. Ever. Her nether regions shared her mind’s sentiment and began to become too hot to be contained, a small tide rising in her deepest treasure. She even began to unbutton her jeans, revealing a faint shine inside.
Meanwhile, Dream had taken a few steps back to make sure that she gave Bass some space while she was listening to it. She knew from experience that it was better not to make any noise while the subject was listening to the tones, as it would only pull them out of the relaxation and trance. But then she saw that Bass was unbuttoning her jeans and that made her raise an eyebrow. She had used this technique several times when she still considered herself a hypnotherapist who was there to cure ponies, not to take over the world, and never before had somepony gotten aroused by it. She walked over to Bass, placing a hand on her shoulder before leaning in and speaking. "Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked, wondering if the mare could hear her. Even though she was sure to leave the mare alone for a few minutes, her curiosity had been piqued by Bass showing more of her body than she should, and she wanted to know more.
"Very much Miss." Bass mumbled, lowering her jeans even more, revealing that the shine was coming from black latex panties with "SUNDAY" written onto them by a second red layer underneath. It seemed that those beats made Bass lose a lot of her inhibition, making her sister’s constant disapproval of such experimentation more sense than ever. She used her magic to close the door of her shop and flicked the sign to closed. It seemed Bass could never run from her darker side, not even in such idyllic little town, and the hypnotic frequency was not helping. She quickly moved one of the closets, only to reveal another door. This one was magically sealed, a faint blue aura surrounding it. Bass made quick work of it though, eager to show Dream what else she was selling.
"Welcome Miss, to the real shop. How may I be of service?" she said and giggled in her best seductive tone, all the while giving Dream a card that only read "MAX PLEASURE: MEMBER CARD".
Dream gasped for a moment when she saw that this was in fact some kind of sex shop instead of a music shop. She looked at Bass’s panties, now seeing that they were indeed made of the fabric she adored as well. On one hand, that meant that taking control of Bass might be easier, seeing that she seemed to love latex, but on the other, she was still quite shocked that she was in a real sex shop. Dream might have been a big fan of latex and everything that had to do with it, but she would never visit a real sex shop to get it. She was just a little too shy for that, which, she would admit, does not really make sense for an evil overlord, always wondering what might happen if somepony saw her here. The thing that worried her, though, was that Bass still seemed to have some form of initiative, seeing that she had closed the door and given her the card without Dream telling her to. Even in all her years as a hypnotherapist it would be rare for ponies to react in such a way to beats. Something other than being a sex shop salesman was odd about Bass, and Dream’s natural curiosity made it an imperative for her to find out.
"This... is a sex shop?" She asked, ready for whenever Bass would break free out of her hypnotic hold… if she was in a hypnotic hold, that is.
"Well, it's both Miss. I sell music equipment, but I do also own and sell some pleasure inducing products. Would you like to see?" Bass asked, hoping to hear an order from what was fast becoming a pony she loved to hear giving out commands. It was an odd mix of desires that the sounds gave her. Simply being playful was making her aroused, playing to her captors advice even more. Her finger pointed to the door, only to be opened by her magic. She could have waited for Dream’s instruction, but the temptation of the first cheaper thrill simply made her open it.
Dream was really freaking out at the moment, seeing that she hadn't even done an induction and it already seemed that the mare was pretty... glad to have her around. Everything Bass did really pushed all the right buttons, slowly starting to make Dream climb towards a faint hint of arousal. It didn’t happen everyday that you met a mare who has both a music shop and a sex shop, plus somehow she knew how to defend herself against the beats, and still enjoyed being under control. It was strange, to say the least, but if it eventually worked, she wouldn't look a such a sexy gift horse in the mouth.
"Um, alright... you can show me." She replied, though a bit hesitantly, very unlike her confident self.
"Excellent! Can I keep the headphones on, I do enjoy the melody!" Bass said in a jumpy manner, guiding her companion downstairs. She could be playful, but never to this degree. Even though Dream’s hypnosis wasn’t doing what the blond unicorn wanted, it was having an effect on Bass nonetheless. A chuckle began to echo inside the white mare, faint but it was there, coming from deep inside.
What greeted them, once they made it downstairs, made Bass smile proudly. There were shelves of toys of various shape sizes and purposes, outfits, masks, and all kinds of lubes. But in the middle of the basement was her pride and joy, her latex collection. Pants, gloves, suits, dresses, hoods, the whole nine yards. Even just sheets upon sheets of it were rolled up in a dark part of the basement, safe away from any potential sunlight or metal. Bass could never really explain it. Her love for the stuff was imprinted into her being for as long as she knew about herself. Even as a filly she loved to clean the dishes simply to wear the kitchen gloves. It went so far even, that she spent a fortune on magical liquid one, so that she could sleep next to a jar of it at night. The main table was covered in panties, for each day, some jars with goo, sewing machines, and even latex strands that looked like laces.
"I am sorry, usually I switch to my Monday panties, but I was tired after finishing the shop, so I just grabbed my Sunday's. I hope you are not upset, Dream." Bass pleaded, even though the reason was beyond ludicrous.
Dream blinked a few times, not really understanding that all of this was happening to her. What first seemed like a normal day of just controlling a pony turned into a very weird clusterfuck of hypnosis and latex. Not that she minded it that much, because she actually really adored being around so much of her one weakness when it comes to fabrics, even if her hypnosis wasn’t working the way she had planned. She shook her head, wanting to have everything neatly ordered in her mind at the moment, and to formulate a plan. No matter how much she adored latex, she had to stay focused on the task at hand, namely enslaving Bass.
"Hmm, alright, so you're a latex fetishist, eh? Good. I am too. Now, you might like the headphones, but I still don't trust you enough to go through with my plan. I need to perform the induction on you first." She said and took Bass' hand. "Now then, Bass, how about you just sit down for me and listen to the tones, alright?"
"Of course Dream. Allow me!" Bass replied, and snapped her fingers. This inherent bounce in her step was always inside Bass, but rarely to see. Whatever Dream’s CD was doing, it gave her a sense of euphoria that was hard to ignore, even if it was not total compliance that Dream was hoping for. One latex covered chair and a lovely, equally shiny futon later, the two mares were seated. Sure, it did knock Dream of her feet, but now they were nice and comfy.
"I furnished these lovelies myself, maybe a month ago. If you like them, I could make some for you." Bass suggested, wanting to appease the unusually nervous blond hypnotist.
It seemed that Bass could manipulate latex with just a snap of her fingers. Dream knew that something like that would be very helpful later when she would take over Equestria, Bass would be perfect to make latex straps and the likes for her enemies. For now, though, she stood up, shook her head and placed her hand next to Bass’s face and placed her finger on Bass' lips, starting let a little smile appear on that cute face of hers.
"Shh, no more talking. Now, I just want you to listen to the tones. Aren't they nice? Just a slow hum, not too loud and not too soft, starting to relax you." She said, standing up and walking behind Bass' chair, placing her hands on her shoulders and started to massage them gently, knowing her full range of expertise was needed to take her prize.
Bass nodded in compliance, making sure to enjoy both the massage and the soft pulse the headphones produced. Sure, a part of her was terrified, but it seemed that part was also the one being drowned out by Dream’s magic. Scary or not, she was eager to see more of Dream's ability.
Dream sighed, hoping that now everything would return to normal, that she could just continue her original plan without anymore of those nasty surprises. It seemed that the headphones had a hold over Bass, but she wanted a more permanent hold, one that couldn’t be broken so easily.
"Hmm, good, very good. You just relax and lay back on your chair. Listen to the tones as they send you deeper into tranquility, my hands slowly massaging your cares away." she said, going into her routine that she used so many times before, be it for medical reasons or personal satisfaction, as was the case the last few times.
Bass conformed to Dream's wishes, her erratic mind focusing on relaxation, however it hard it may be. Her breathing slowed down, only a faint blue aura was forming around her horn, and a child like voice in her head. She began to remember something from her young childhood. For know, that memory was only of her old house and filly Vinyl Scratch.
Dream looked at Bass and gently nodded her head, keeping up her massaging. At the moment, she didn't really notice the glow, as she was too focused on the shoulders and on slowly guiding Bass into a trance. Hypnosis really did require your full and complete concentration, as it was a very delicate thing.
"Yes, that's right, slip away more and more, heading deeper into that bliss of relaxation. In this state, you don't need to care about anything, the only thing you need to do is drift into a wonderful world of calm and peace." Dream spoke in a slow, hushed tone, not wanting to speak too loud, knowing it might break her trance.
Bass was now beginning to float, the house now being filled with furniture and toys. A storm began to brew as she and Vinyl played in their room. Then, a menacing figure emerged at the door. A mother’s cry, then nothingness again. Bass began to feel scared and alone, but Dream’s voice urged her to move on, to rethread her steps, whatever the cost. What mattered now was only Dreams's voice, and more importantly, her commands that pushed the white mare on.
Dream used one hand to gently pat Bass on the head. She didn’t know about the fear that Bass was experiencing inside her mind at the moment, because from the outside, it looked like Bass was really enjoying herself with the hypnosis. "Yes, dear Bass, just listen to me and slip deeper and deeper. Go as deep as you can, all thoughts, cares, and worries evaporating, leaving nothing but an empty and peaceful mind." She instructed, placing an extra squeeze on Bass’ shoulders before one hand began to move over her neck and upper back gently, only rubbing with the tiniest amount of force.
The void was so welcoming and warm, and Bass never wanted to leave. Her joy was broken by a new flash of a forgotten moment from her childhood.
A pony emerged in front of her, bearded and in a cliche cloak. His look was piercing into the young filly, and it seemed he was thirsty for blood. More ponies arrived from the shadows, and they tied her to an altar, deep under Canterlot. Her family could only look on in disgust and plead in vain.
Chanting ensued, and then Bass remembered it. The reason for her ostracizing, the reason why her parents shunned her, why she had no friends apart from her sister. She was not alone, not after that day.
“You are back, my little pony. How long has it been? Ten years? Time flies when you are stuck inside some stupid mares body.” a soft female voice spoke to Bass, and the ritual soon faded with it.
She was now deep in her subconscious and as she feared she was not alone. She walked to the only light in her mind right now, a golden cage, and a young filly inside. It was her, albeit with wicked smile on her face.
“Come closer, Bass. You know you want to.” the demoness spoke, cooing the mare closer.
“No Abdiel, not falling for that.” Bass replied, her memory restored completely.
“Look who grew some balls since last time. Proud of you, kid.” Abdiel replied, never losing her stride.
“I don’t care what you are giving me, I am not buying it. It’s not worth losing memories and hating the people who gave their love for it, not in a million years!” Bass screamed, the subconscious trembling, shaking the cage.
“But it will be different this time, I promise. You see, one thing has changed since last time.” the demon remarked.
“Oh yeah, like what?” Bass snapped back, desperate to not let one inch to Abdiel.
“Well, we have no time. The only reason you have any free will at this moment is from the fact I have so much magical energy it created a force field. But unless you free me, your mind is toast.” she explained as the walls shook again, this time from the outside in.
Bass did not want to admit it, but as she heard Dream’s voice, even so deep inside her mind, she had to agree with her unwanted house guest. Something had to be done.
“I see what you mean, Abdiel. But so what? If it means getting rid of the world of you, I will gladly sacrifice my own will.” Bass proclaimed proudly.
“That will probably not happen. It’s more likely Dream will get my magic to control as she fits. Demon powered hypnotist, anyone?” Abdiel exclaimed sarcastically, not keen on being someone slave.
Bass thought hard, weighing her options, Dream’s voice ever present. And a sigh later, she made her decision.
“Curse you demon, you win again. I’ll do it, but only under one condition.” Bass said in calm manner.
“Oh, what might that be?” Abdiel asked.
“I get to be in charge.” Bass explained, a coy smile now appearing her lips.
“Like that will happen.” Abdiel said, waving her hand in a disapproving fashion.
“Face it, gal, there is a reason you ended up with me as your host. Not everypony is compatible. Besides, if you had control, where would the fun be then? Admit it, the last time you used my mind as your guide, half of Canterlot ended up as toys or mannequins. And that way I can at least stop you from killing everyone.” Bass remembered.
“Yeah, that was fun. But you were a filly drunk on power. That’s a sure fire way to have some fun. Give me something better than me just going on a rampage through Ponyville.”
“And now I am latex addict who likes to play with other sexual deviants in town. My desires could be your catalyst to get every mare and stallion in town. Just try me.” Bass admitted, going all in.
Abdiel slowly morphed into the adult version of Bass, the smile ever present. Her body became shiny as Bass’ desires flew into her.
“Okay, kid, make me proud.”
A golden key showed up in Bass’ hands, and she opened the cage. The demon kissed her, and slowly but surely, they became one shiny latex mare.
“Okay, Dream, let’s see what you’re really made of.” the demon mare exclaimed.
As Bass was busy with confronting her inner demon, Dream was still working on making sure that Bass would slip into a very peaceful trance. Dream was sure that Bass was close, but she had to give her that little push that would surely send her over the edge. Then, she could finally start with reprogramming Bass’ mind into that of a perfect and willing slave. She even began to feel aroused by just thinking about it.
"Now then, just give in completely now. You can feel it, the relaxation in your shoulders, your neck, and your back, it feels so good, no? Why don't you just let that feeling pass over the rest of your body, your mind slipping into a deep trance because of the pleasure that is relaxation. Just fall into that trance where everything is perfect and wonderful, so relaxing, so peaceful." Dream softly instructed.
But, Dream began to frown. She had waited for a couple of seconds to make sure that Bass had slipped into her trance, but nothing had happened. She had expected Bass’ head to drop or show any other sign of her falling into a deep trance, but she was still sitting there with her eyes closed. She proceeded to try again, knowing that she was so close now she could almost taste it.
"Don't fight back, dear, after all, don't you want the peace that I give you? I can give you it even ten times stronger, you'll feel so relaxed, so tranquil. Just slip into a trance for me." She had to have her, she just had to.
Bass opened her eyes, smiled wickedly and took the headphones off. The jar on the desk broke, only for the goo it carried to smack Dream into the chair again, capturing her. Bass slowly got up, and began to clap sarcastically, her skin beginning to gloss just as her latex collection.
"Well done Dream, well done. After all these years, I am free. And it's all thanks to you. Real proud of you, kid." the reawakened demon mare remarked.
It all happened so fast for Dream. One moment she was massaging her first victim gently, luring her into the perfect trance, the other she was once again on her chair, but now bound by a strange goo. She frowned, trying to get out of her bonds by moving her arms, but they didn't even move an inch. Eventually, she just looked at Bass, cocking her head lightly, as she was quite surprised Bass had done this to her.
"Bass? But I thought you were hypnotized? How did you manage to break the hypnosis so quickly?"
"I would not call ten years quick." she chuckled, the latex on her seemingly melting, moving with wicked accord. She began to squeak as she moved, much to her own delight. This also made her do her best at sexy swaying, letting her inner desires free roam. The confusion on Dream's face was so delightful she had to move in closer, and so she did, by casually jumping, only to sit on Dream's open lap.
Dream was indeed confused, not really knowing if she was still dealing with Bass or if something had happened to that mare. She remembered Bass, from what little conversation they had, that she was a pretty open mare, but certainly not this open. It even seemed she tried to seduce her for a moment. The moment the latex mare sat on her lap, however, Dream started to blush a little, always having that secret desire for the fabric, though she tried to hide it under her anger.
"I don't care who or what you are at the moment, but let me go this instant!" she commanded, giving a stern look to the playful latex unicorn.
Such bravado, even in the face of a demon. This Dream gal was a keeper! Bass knew how to reward her, with a gentle rubber lips kiss on the cheek.
"Now that we are on the same playing field, let me reintroduce myself. Bass Canon, half-pony, half-latex seductress that was born from the depths of Tartarus. Well, a half me anyway, the other boring part is from Canterlot. Yeah, confusing ,I know. Sects tend to make life confusing, especially crazy demonic ones. Lucky for everyone, my pony parents trapped my demon part by a strong spell that required love to fuel, and the only way to free me was by hypnosis. But really, what are the odds someone would try to open my subspace with such a difficult skill... oh. Like I said, I like you, kid." she explained, playing with Dream’s mane.
Dream began to shake her head a little after the mare had kissed her, feeling the rubber kiss lingering on her lips. It did feel really good, the smooth texture of her lips against her own, but at the moment she wasn’t really interested in having fun. No, all she wanted to do right now was just leave this place immediately, never looking back… well, maybe just once. However, the latex mare had bound her pretty tight against the chair and now she was even sitting on her, making her chances of escape nihil.
"I don't care how you were created, let me go right now!" She didn't really have anything to threaten Bass with, but that didn't matter to her. She just wanted to get out of her rather vulnerable position that left her at a great disadvantage.
Bass placed her finger onto Dream's lips. "No can do. First, I need to repay you for such a wonderful invasion of my subconscious. I wonder when was the last time someone was inside of you? Well, your mind anyway." she teased her object of desire, only to smile wickedly shortly after.
"Only one way to find out. Open wide!" she said, melting into goo like the liquid in the jar mere minutes ago. Slowly, the cold Bass slurped her way into Dream's ears and mouth, wanting to be as close to her mind as possible in order to release her wild magic. Moments after she was inside Dream whole, her magic began to release a pulse. Bump, bump, bump. She was knocking at Dream's mental defenses.
Dream's eyes widened quite a lot when she saw the latex mare turning into goo, that liquid like rubber. She wasn't really scared by it, though, as it did feel quite good, but it was getting a bit too close for comfort.
However, when she saw that the goo was going up her body and into her mouth and ears, and felt the pressure of it, fear began to creep inside of her. She didn't know what Bass was planning to do to her, nor did she really want to find out.
But alas, soon after Bass had made her way into Dream's body, Dream could feel the pressure of Bass' magic trying to break down her mental defenses. Dream didn't give in, knowing that her mind had to be saved at all costs if she didn’t want to turn into a mindless pawn, probably. Luckily for her, she was a hypnotist, so she had trained her mind quite a lot. Putting up her mental defenses with her magic, she was ready for the battle that would ensue.
"Not an easy prey I see... excellent." Bass hissed, her demonic nature relishing the opportunity to wreak havoc inside of a pony worth of a hunt.
"But the question remains, kid, what are you really hiding from me? What are you scared I find? Or even worse, are you afraid you might like what I want to do to you?" she asked, always teasing the hypnotist into a trap that mere moments ago she had fallen victim to.
Sadly for Dream, this was not going to be a mental battle alone, as the goo had managed to wiggle into her second most sacred place, and had already gently wrapped itself around her clitoris. "Well hun, I think it would be polite to ring the doorbell first." And so she did, as the goo vibrated violently all around Dream's love button.
"And don’t think you can simply wait it out, because I have all day." Bass whispered to Dream’s mind, hoping to give her one more reason to surrender.
Dream gasped the moment she felt the latex around her clitoris, sending a surge of pleasure through her body. She had thought that Bass would just focus on her mind, but it seemed that she had other ideas, and Dream cursed herself for that a little, knowing that she wasn't really trained on defending her sexual pleasure spots.
Now she just sat there on the chair, occasionally giving a gasp or moan as she tried to fix the holes that appeared in her mental defense by the bombardment of both Bass’ mental power and the sexual pleasure that coursed through her body. So far, her defenses were still working, but she was sure she wouldn't be able to keep this up forever, even she had her limits.
"Why... do this?" She asked, her magic searching around the room for something she could use in her advantage, something to get her out of this position.
"Fun, honestly. Trickster demons with aspiration to rule this world under their rubber hoof tend to try and have some if possible. I have a sense you can relate. Well, not the demon part, but the evil overlord part for sure." Bass said, in a matter-of-fact way.
Her casual tone did not stop the goo from rubbing like a huge dildo inside of Dream's womb, always buzzing and trying to squeeze more pleasure from its movement.
"You have talent, I must admit. But no talent can help you after I double the fun!" Bass chuckled, and quickly backed up her words, as a second huge rubber dildo formed and entered Dream's anal opening. The two liquid rubber contraptions worked in unison, one push at a time, all the while as the buzzing on her clit intensified.
"Let. Me. In!" Bass screamed as she pushed the dildos ever harder into the blond unicorn.
Dream frowned in between moans, seeing as information started to seep out of her mind and into the corruptive mare that was trying to take her over not unlike she tried mere minutes ago. She knew what kind of information she was “sharing”, currently, namely her desire to take over Equestria through hypnosis, mind control, latex, robots, and other ways of corruption that she could find in her conquest. It was something nopony should know, but here it was, just flowing into the evil demoness like that.
At the same time, though, she managed to catch a pair of scissors in her magic hold and levitated them over, cutting her latex bonds with the scissors, starting to feel them drop down to the ground. She jumped off the chair as quick as she could, wanting to feel her freedom once again.
"Get out of my head!" She shouted and a wave of cleansing magic, one that she normally never used, as it could leave a pony completely mindless if she didn't cast it right, went through her mind and body, casting Bass out, feeling that corruptive presence now starting to leave her body and mind.
Goo splattered out of Dream’s female treasure and its other less glamorous compatriot onto the floor and the chair, but quickly grouped together, forming into a white mare with velvet mane and tail.
"Oh my. You are no amateur. Such delicious desire, yet perfect control of one’s mind. Hell, you even went so far to nearly destroying your own mind to stop me from taking it." Bass said and removed the rest of the binds on Dream's body.
"You know what, kid, I am beginning to really enjoy your company in this town." she said, and quickly moved in again, slithering her way towards the shaken blond unicorn. Only this time, it was just a mere kiss on the cheeks.
"You can go now, or you can try that spell again, and see if you are lucky twice in a day.” Bass said and swayed her way back to her rack of clothes. She levitated a ordinary blue catsuit onto her rubber hands. A quick incantation later, fueled by what seemed like Dream’s own love juices, and the suit turned crimson red that reflected proudly when light hit it.
“And here, take this!" she said and threw her creation towards the hypnotist.
"It's your favorite color, Dream. I know it is. Oh and before you ask, it’s not corrupted or anything. I just wanted to give you something you deserve." she said, rubber tongue in cheek.
Dream quickly started to focus on her own mind, wanting to see if everything was still okay, hoping that she hadn't erased something in the process. It seemed that she was in luck, as she could feel that her mind was still her old one, and her own without any corruptive influences whatsoever. However, it also seemed that something had been added and when she looked at the catsuit Bass had thrown her, she knew what it was.
Somehow, Bass' presence in her mind had given her an increased desire for latex, almost to the point that she became obsessed with it, like Bass or whatever the real demon was called, as she still had her doubts that the real Bass would do something like this.
She looked at the shiny mare, part of her having the desire to fight her again because Bass was originally going to be her first slave, but she knew that would mean the end of her free will. So, she quickly grabbed the catsuit, not sure if she should even take it with her, and heading out. She still had so many questions, but she also knew when it was better to flee instead of staying there for a second longer. Quickly, she headed out of the shop and back to her own house, walking a bit funny due to the rough treatment of her marehood and plothole.
"Come back soon kid!" Bass said and laughed maniacally, letting the unicorn go.
“You know, you didn’t have to give her some of our rubber manipulation abilities, right?”
the demon said sarcastically.
“Look Abdiel, you wanted to have fun. What’s more fun than seeing her learn to control such a sacred skill? Besides, that even the playfield a bit for her.” Bass replied inwardly.
“I guess you are right Bass. Sure beats killing everyone. You think she’ll be coming back?” Abdiel admitted.
“After today? Of course! If not for salvaging her massive ego, then surely to get some more pleasure.” Bass remarked, her skin becoming fur covered again.
The mare strolled her way back to the music shop part of her new home, and reopened it by flipping the sign again.
“I am dreaming of you, just us two…” she began to sing, looking forward to more fun very soon.
Author's Note
Every relationship starts somewhere, it just so happen this one started in the butt. And in the mind, but that is not as funny as the first remark.
