Hypnotic Holiday

It’s not every Sunday you ask your marefriend to turn you into hypnotised servant. Sure, they’d hypnotised and been hypnotised by the other, but all those Sunday trance sessions arose from purely practical concerns. Rarity, after accepting an order she realised would test even her wherewithal, needed to set up wards to repel fatigue’s spectres for twenty-four hours, at the conclusion of which she plummeted into sleep, waking sixteen hours later to find her pillow half-way saturated with drool. Twilight found the aid of a little hypnotic glue indispensable on those rare occasions when a theorem or passage failed to commit itself to memory, as was the case when she battled Dairy Day’s Post-Modern Applications of Starswirlian Zoological Practices (5th Edition). Purely practical, entirely work-related uses.

But what kind of scientist would Twilight be if she weren't creative. As she tried to sleep that night after her first trance, her mind turned, refusing to stop. It felt so unreal when the advanced spell matrices inherent in phoenix resurrection simply slotted into her memory. After days of running at the formulas from every theoretical grappling point to no avail, it took only a few minutes of trance for somepony to reach their hoof into her mind, open a filing cabinet and drop in a fifty-or-so textbook pages. Somepony’s hoof? No, Rarity’s hoof. It was Rarity who had coaxed her under, her velvety voice making her eyelids droop and her muscles turn to slush. It was she who had run her pristine white hooves through Twilight’s mind like a sculptor-cum-masseuse.

If Rarity were here this would be easier, Twilight thought that first night, She could just say ‘sleep’ and I wouldn’t have to deal with these filthy thoughts. But as she smelt her own arousal growing she knew that Rarity's presence would only make it worse. In her mind Rarity’s Canterlot lilt ceased proffering ‘Sleep’ and began commanding ‘Obey.’ Twilight brushed her hoof against her marehood, imagining Mistress Rarity had ordered her to, speeding up as Mistress said, ‘That’s it, my lovely little pony, good girls get so horny obeying their mistresses.’ She imagined Rarity ordering her to raise her plot, and obeying before she could even think about it. Then Rarity would slide a riding crop against her upturned flank and give it a slap. Nothing too hard, but the thought that she could escape the situation if not for Rarity’s inviolable hypnotic words made her so wet. The image of her reddening flank unable to disobey drove her to the edge. ‘Such an obedient little puppy.’

She came, panting for a good few minutes in the afterglow, but lay there unfulfilled. Many times she tried masturbating to Rarity’s picture, mental, pencil or Polaroid, but none compared to her physical presence. Mind’s-Eye-Mistress could make Twilight cum, but she couldn’t drive her wild. More than that, her imaginary Rarity could give her orders, but Twilight would only ever be obeying herself. She needed Rarity herself to mould her mind into that of a docile pet. For a few hours at least.

So now she stands before the Carousel Boutique's doors, hoof raised to knock, steeling herself to break the chain of five Sundays of procrastination. She’d flinched the second Sunday after being certain she’d tell her, same for the third and fourth and so on. Rarity would never break up with her over this, she knows, or at least hopes strongly enough to the point of knowing, but if she’s against the idea her then that could lead to an awkward few days. Or worse, she could call off their hypnosis sessions altogether, erotic or no.

But, then, she only fears that because she secretly got off to their sessions already. It would be deception not to tell her, Twilight thinks, shoring up her resolve, Like if I wore her clothes without her knowledge.

Or if you masturbated in her bathroom without her knowledge, her ever-hornier subconscious chimes in, to which Twilight shakes her head, If I hadn’t I would have been too aroused to trance properly.

And that magically won’t be a problem now?

T-today’s different!

The door opening cuts her internal dialogue short.

‘My word, you’re early today,’ Rarity says in a slow voice, one that forces Twilight to suppress a quiver through her legs. ‘Or did we plan it this way last week. I must have forgotten. I’ve been so busy the last few days; so many things are just slipping my mind.’

‘Oh,’ says Twilight, ‘if you’re busy I can come back later.’ Stupid, stupid, thinking she’d be available just for the sake of my stupid fetish.

‘Of course not. You’d know me for a changling if I stopped taking my Sundays off. That, or Fancy Pants had just put through a last minute order as usual.’ She smirks. ‘It’s just that it’s nine and our sessions normally start at twelve.’

‘Actually, I have to talk about our sessions.’

A flash of worry passes over Rarity’s face. ‘You don’t mean you want to stop them,’ she says, a bit more forcefully than she would have liked.

‘No, never. It’s just...’ Twilight runs her hoof through her mane, wiping away pooling sweat. ‘Can we talk about this inside?’

‘Why, of course, darling.’

They go through the shop front, past the living room and up the stairs to Rarity’s room. Twilight breathes deeply. It always smells of lilacs.

‘Um, is Sweetie Bell away?’ Twilight asks.

‘She’s camping with the Crusaders,’ Rarity says, pulling her second chaise lounge from under an unobtrusive sheet of fabric in the corner of room, bringing it to the centre, opposite her primary fainting couch. ‘They’ll be back Monday morning.’

Twilight nods. Spike told her this on Friday, but better safe than certain. Celestia forbid, should all other things go to plan, Sweetie Bell walk in on the two marefriends. Seeing her sister partake in regular sex could damage a filly. Should she to see what Twilight was hoping for…

‘What did you want to say, darling?’

Twilight jolts. ‘Oh, well, um, you know how we have, um, hypnotised each other for the past few weeks.’

‘Uh-huh,’ Rarity says.

‘And we’re, well, I am, at least, really enjoying it. Not just that the suggestions help me with my studies, but the… process itself.’

‘Uh-huh.’ Rarity leans closer.

‘Well, you see, I was hoping…’

‘Uh-huh, uh-huh.’ Rarity leans so close Twilight can feel her body heat.

‘Y-you see, well, um- I WANT TO TRY EROTIC HYPNOSIS!’

‘Thank Celestia you said so.’

Twilight had already started pacing up and down, reciting the explanation she’d spent ten drafts refining. ‘I know, I know it’s weird, it’s perver- What?’

‘Honestly,’ says Rarity, crawling onto a lounge, ‘if you’d not brought it up now, I would have next week.’

Twilight’s mouth flaps open and closed as pages of scenario trees runs against this one unaccounted for eventuality. ‘You mean, you’ve thought about it too?’

‘Thought about it? I’ve read an entire book on it.’ From under the pillow on her lounge she pulls a paperback to toss over to Twilight, who catches it in her magic. ‘Nothing scientific, mind you.’ Twilight reads the title, Her Thrall. The cover depicts an impossibly beautiful, and matriarchal, mare looming over chiseled stallion, his lips gravity-bound to her hoof. ‘Simply some smut, but enough to get mare thinking. Enough to keep a mare up at night. In a good way.’

‘How long have you-‘

‘Since we started. After you brought in that How to Hypnotise book, I dredged up that tattered thing. Been years since I’d thought about it,’ Rarity says, as her magic envelopes the book, returning under the pillow. ‘That I didn’t say something sooner I blame on my own cowardice. I feared what you’d say.’

Warmth from relief and acceptance trickles through Twilight’s body. ‘I came early because I wanted the entire day for this.’

‘Ooh, the entire day,’ Rarity says, ‘somepony’s ambitious, but not to worry, this shall be a day you never forget. So, sub or dom?’

‘Pard-‘

‘Hypnotised or hypnotist?’

Twilight perks up. ‘Hypnotised, definitely.’

‘Any specific desires?’

‘Well.’ Twilight scratches the back of her neck. ‘This may not be kinky enough, but I’d just like to be obedient. The commands don’t even have to be erotic – but they can be! I mean, I just get so aroused thinking of obeying your words without question. You telling me to do something and my body doing it without my input.’

‘Perfectly understandable,’ Rarity says, getting up from her seat to lead Twilight the chaise lounge opposite. ‘I have had a few amours who’d a penchant for submissiveness in the bedroom.’

‘It doesn't even have to be the bedroom.’ Twilight lets herself be led to her seat. ‘Just for today I’d love to be your hypnotised servant.’

‘Ah, servant.’ Rarity waits for Twilight to get comfortable lying on her front before she takes one of her marefriend's forehooves. ‘Not slave? Terminology is very important.’

‘Definitely not slave.’ Twilight giggled. ‘Pet would be alright, puppy especially.’

‘Alright then.’ Rarity positions Twilight’s hoof to pull it, activating a trigger she installed in their first session. ‘One, two, three, SLE-’

‘Wait!’ Twilight yanks her arm away. ‘Sorry, but could you take me down from here. I love the feeling of my eyes slowly getting heavy and my thoughts fogging up.’

‘Certainly, darling.’ Rarity returns to her lounge. ‘So, like our first time? Although, with certain alterations to accord to your tastes.’

Twilight nods, settling into her seat.

‘Alright then,’ Rarity says, slowing her voice down as her horn begins glowing, emitting spiral of changing colours.

‘Look at the spiral, Twilight. Look deep into the spiral. It’s a beautiful spiral. Like my voice. Listen to my voice. Listen closely to my voice.’ Twilight’s eyes droop a little already.

‘Take a deep breath in… and out. In… and out.

‘Feel the week slipping away, all the stress and commitments that have been keeping you from sleep just drift away. They have left you so tired, so sleepy. As they drift away feel the supports keeping your eyes open disappear, feel the metal that kept your muscles moving melt.

‘Your eyes are heavy. Your sleepy, sleepy body sinks into the couch. Try to move your front left hoof Twilight.’ Even the thought of moving seems absurd to Twilight, but she tries. She pushes her will into her hoof, but cannot rouse her tired muscles. ‘Stop trying, good girl.’

‘You have been such a good girl, Twilight, looking at the spiral, even though your eyes are so heavy. When I count to three it will be even harder to look at the spiral, because with every number your eyes will be one hundred times heavier.

‘One, one hundred times heavier.

‘Two, even heavier, so very heavy, so very sleepy.

‘Three, so heavy you can barely keep your eyes open, but you must keep them open. It takes every ounce of your tired mind to keep your eyes watching the beautiful spiral.’ Twilight looks through slits, her eyelashes obscuring the beautiful spiral. She wants desperately to close her heavy eyes.

‘As I count to ten, every number will make your eyes one thousand times heavier, your muscles one thousand times more relaxed. When I count to ten your eyes will be so heavy you cannot keep them open. You will close your eyes when I reach ten.’ That sounded so nice to Twilight.

‘One, one thousand times heavier.

‘Two, so sleepy, so heavy, so relaxed.

‘Three, you've never felt so sleepy, so heavy, so relaxed. It feels so good.

‘Four, so heavy. You need to keep your eyes open a few moments more, so put your swiftly ebbing brainpower to the task of keeping open your heavy, heavy eyes just a few moments longer.

‘Five, half-way there. Think of how good it will feel to close your eyes.

‘Six, your eyes are fluttering, every last bit of strength in your body focused on keeping them open few moments longer.

‘Seven, eyes so heavy, body so relaxed.

‘Eight, good girl, almost there. Such a good girl, keeping her eyes open even though they’re so heavy.

‘Nine, so close, so heavy, so sleepy. Just one number more and you can sink into hypnotic bliss.

‘Ten, close your eyes, all strength leaving your body, deeply asleep. You cannot see the beautiful spiral any more, but you don’t mind, because you are blissfully asleep.

‘You feel very good, but you can feel better. Your body’s asleep, but your mind can be even more relaxed. Only when your thoughts slow down to a stop can you feel perfectly relaxed.’

Rarity examines Twilight’s face, lolling jaw, eyes cemented shut. She looked ready to melt into the lounge. So adorable.

‘I’d like you to think of something. I know it’s very hard because your mind is already so very sleepy, but just so you can become perfectly relaxed, think of something anything for me.’

The only thing Twilight’s sleepy brain could muster was the feel of the lounge underneath her.

‘Good girl. Focus on that thought. This is your only thought. Now feel it become fuzzy, come apart. And as this last thought drifts away feel so warm, so sleepy, so relaxed.' The lounge vanishes in Twilight's mind, leaving her awash in nothingness. 'You are perfectly relaxed. Completely open to my suggestions. Such an obedient girl, such a submissive girl. It makes you feel so good to obey.’

Well, now, she’d rushed into this so fast she forgot to assemble a list of commands. The pages of Her Thrall rush to her mind, and she selects a few of the tamer suggestions.

‘Now, whenever you hear…’