In Which Sunset Shimmer Hypnotizes Her Friends

Disclaimer: If you were expecting this chapter to not be porn after reading the last one...
Why the heck would you think that. This is porn. Unless you're 18, go back to Runescape or Myspace or whatever you kids do with your spare time.

Fetishes:

Hypnosis [Major]
Breast Play [Major]
Mental Conditioning [Moderate-Major]
Masturbation [Moderate-Minor]
Cunnilingus Moderate-Minor This fic contains an abnormal amount of vulgar language. If you're the rare type who reads porn but gets offended by that stuff, you may wanna skip this.
Just saying.
No?
On with the show, then!
Woo!

"Good afternoon, Sunset!" Rarity called, opening the door to the boutique, making the bells set atop the door chime a merry tune.

"Afternoon." Sunset replied, smiling. As she and Rarity walked in, she took a moment or two to examine her next target.

Much like Pinkie had a sort of innate cuteness about her, Rarity seemed to exude pure, natural grace. She didn't just walk; she flowed, her ample curves enough to distract and entrance even the most pure-minded of men - and even some women.
Sunset's eyes swept over Rarity's well-endowed rear end and fixed on the girl's large, swaying breasts. Somehow, Rarity managed to find a way to push them up and let them hang at the same time, giving her chest an almost ethereal property.

A day or so ago, Slut - or, rather, Pinkie Pie - had told her that Rarity was 'feeling down', and that a visit from a friend might help her cheer up. She'd talked to the others, and, after a talk or two with a friend, she'd decided to make her move early.

"What brings you here?" Rarity asked, raising an eyebrow at Sunset.

Sunset had expected to have a few days with Slut to test out some different inductions and triggers, but she knew how to improvise almost as well as she knew how to plan. Swiftly reaching into the pocket of her jacket, Sunset pulled out a blue crystal on a thin, golden chain.

"I wanted you to take a look at this." she said nonchalantly. "I found it in the woods the other day, and I thought it might be worth something."

Rarity obligingly took the gem and pulled out an array of loupes. Selecting one, she examined the gem with a scrutinizing eye.

"It... seems like an ordinary sapphire to me." she said. "I mean, it is rather large, and that will most certainly sell for more than a smaller one, but I don't see anything particularly unique about it."

"That's what I thought at first." Sunset said, taking the chain and dangling the crystal in front of Rarity's face. "But if you look closely at the inside facets, I think there's another, smaller gem in there..."

"Really?" Rarity said, discarding the loupe and staring into it. It did have a surprising number of facets, a few of them seeming to come from inside the gem. As Rarity watched, Sunset slowly began spinning the crystal, swaying it lightly from side to side.
The facets began changing as Rarity examined them, slowly spiraling deeper and deeper into the gem. Rarity followed them, her eyes half-lidded as she began swaying with the gem.

So pretty...

"You work pretty hard, don't you?" Sunset said, her voice a seductive whisper.

"I do?" Rarity echoed, still drowning in the blue, spiraling facets.

"Yeah, you do." Sunset echoed. "Making dresses, finding gems... That's all really, really hard work. Why don't you just relax?"

"Relax?"

"Relax."

"Relax..."

Rarity's knees wobbled, and the swaying intensified as the blue seemed to fill her vision, and the voice stopped coming from outside her head and began emanating from inside it, nigh-indistinguishable from her own thoughts.

Relax.

"Reeeeellaaaaaaaax..."

Rarity smiled, a dazed, happy smile. The voice was right; she should just relax.

Suddenly, the spinning stopped. Rarity's eyes were still full of the wonderful blue gem, but it had stopped spinning.

You should head up to your bedroom.

Rarity felt her legs moving, but she didn't see anything but the spiral as she slowly walked somewhere before stopping. The air was much cooler here, and she sighed. She was so relaxed here.

Good. You're so relaxed now, aren't you?

"So... Relaaaxed..."

Is Sweetie Belle home?

Sweetie Belle? Why would the voice ask about Sweetie? No matter; she was so relaxed she could hardly think of anything else.

"She's... With our parents... For the month..."

Good. Just sit down on your bed and relax...

Rarity's body sat on something soft and comfortable and she sighed again, a wave of pure, utter relaxation flowing over her.

The voice said something quietly, and Rarity frowned, trying to make out what it was saying.

No, no; don't try and hear what I'm saying; just listen, relax... and obey.

Then the blue started spinning again, and Rarity lost herself in the color.
She sat there, blue whirling around her, until her mind was filled with the blue, filled with nothing else but the blue...
...and Sunset Shimmer.

Rarity had never noticed before, but Sunset Shimmer was beautiful. From her perfect breasts down to her amazing ass, from her smoldering gaze to her exquisite legs, Sunset was the sexiest girl Rarity had ever seen.

The thoughts filled her mind, whirling with the blue, until they leaked out of her mouth as she thought of how amazing and beautiful and sexy her friend was.
No.
Not her friend.

Someone as perfect as Sunset Shimmer wasn't Rarity's friend; she was her...
Owner.
Yes...
Something happened then, as the words dribbled out of Rarity's mouth.
A hand reached up and cupped one of Rarity's breasts, squeezing it gently, massaging it. It felt good.
It felt so good...

Every second the hand worked on her breast, the pleasure grew, spreading out from her chest like fire that energized her whole body with bliss. The blue continued spinning, wrapping Rarity up and the relaxation and the pleasure.
Sunset Shimmer was her owner. Her sexy, beautiful, perfect owner.
Rarity moaned, panting with lust. Oh, if only she could see Sunset right now. Surely the sight of such a perfect being would complete her bliss utterly.
As she thought of her amazing owner, Rarity felt another hand reach up and massage her other breast. The pleasure doubled, and Rarity spasmed, the intensity of it filling her up, coalescing in her nethers...
She came, and the bubble burst, filling her, filling her with the blue and with Sunset and-

"So that worked." Sunset said, as Rarity collapsed on the ground, breathing slowly and evenly. She grinned; she had plans for Rarity when she woke up, but before then, she had to get things ready.

When Rarity awoke, she was naked and everything was blue. The walls, the ceiling, the furniture; everything was colored a rich, deep shade of sapphire blue. It looked addly familiar, and Rarity unconsciously relaxed, taking a deep breath and sighing deepy, a small smile on her face despite the confusing circumstances.
It didn't matter that she was naked, did it? She was in the privacy of her own room, and everything was so blue and relaxing and wonderful to look at...

Rarity, after a few minutes of staring at the walls and feeling good, decided that now would be a good time to go out into her house and see if the entire building had been tinted. As she passed the full-body mirror next to her bedroom door, however, something about her reflection caught her eye.

Rarity's reflection was wearing the most beautiful, perfect dress Rarity had ever seen. It flowed down around Rarity's impressive assets, hugging them and amplifying them tastefull and artfully. Gems glittered and shined amid the fabric, and Rarity turned this way and that, admiring her reflection with wonderment. Her reflection, however, didn't share her expression; it had a needy, hungry look on its face as it gazed back at Rarity. Its eyes weren't looking into Rarity's, and Rarity knew, somehow, exactly where it was looking.

She stopped at the realization. Her reflection was moving on its own! She tried to move away from the mirror, but, to her surprise, she found that she couldn't; she was frozen in place. Her eyes moved to her reflection, who was standing just like Rarity, with a smug grin on her face; the face of a hunter just after catching her quarry.

Her reflection raised a hand to her chin, and Rarity found her body quite literally mirroring the movement. As her reflection paced, Rarity's feet trod back and forth, and all the while the reflection grinned.

Suddenly, Rarity's reflection stopped, walking over to a pair of handcuffs Rarity's hadn't noticed before. In dismay, she watched as her body bent at the waist - flashing her voluptuous ass at the mirror - and picked the handcuffs up, placing them on her wrists and moving her hands behind her back, kneeling on the ground.

It was then, frozen in place, that Rarity saw her reflection move, pulling a key from behind her back as she brought her hands forward. Rarity, however, stayed frozen stiff. Her reflection stood, leaving a pair of handcuffs floating in mid-air at her feet. With a smile, Rarity's reflection turned, bent over, and locked the handcuffs. Rarity heard a 'click' from behind her, and she knew that somehow her reflection had locked them.

As Rarity's mirror image turned to face her again, Rarity noticed it was no longer wearing the dress. Instead, it was clad in a long, silken gown of translucent white, the kind one would sleep in. It was tighter than usual, however; it hugged her body closly, and Rarity could see that her reflection wasn't wearing any underwear, letting her extraordinary breasts hang free, nipples hard and erect.
Her reflection began swaying, to the right and back to the left, letting the breasts swing, a pendulous motion that absorbed Rarity's attention and reminded her of something else that swung, something on the edge of her memory.
Rarity sat there, staring at the breasts as they swayed back and forth, and she sighed, relaxing visibly.

She noticed, then, that she was mouthing something over and over again. She looked at her reflection, who was mouthing the same word, and managed to read its lips:

'Fuck.'

'Fuck.'

'Fuck.'

She started, the haze that had settled upon her lifting slightly. Rarity was a lady! There was no was she would debase herself in such a manner!

Then the reflection ran a hand across her thigh, and Rarity felt a hand, strong yet soft, caress her inner thigh, heading straight for...

"Oh, fuck, that feels good." Rarity moaned as the fingers danced across her slit. She clasped her hands over her mouth, shocked and embarrased at what she'd said.

The breasts, still swaying, captivated her again, and slowly her hands lowered. Still mouthing, Rarity settled in, the hand caressing away her worries, her cares...

"This feels so fucking good..." Rarity moaned, this time hardly hearing the words as she said them. "Don't stop... Fuck..."

With every utterance of the word 'fuck', the hand paid a short, pleasurable visit to Rarity's most intimate area, a wave of pleasure and relaxation and pure lust washing over her.

"That's good... Keep relaxing." a voice next to her said. It was low and smooth as silk, yet it carried a familiarity that caused Rarity to turn and investigate its source.

Sunset Shimmer, clad in a sweeping black dress that revealed a lot more than it hid, stood before her, a magnificent crystal necklace hanging from her neck and a confident gleam in her half-lidded eyes.
The necklace glinted in the light, filling Rarity's vision with blue...
...And then she remembered.

"Oh! Sunset!" Rarity cried, flinging herself to the ground at her Mistress's feet. "I didn't see you! Please forgive-"

"Course I forgive you..." Sunset said, before grinning. "Whore."

Rarity sat up in shock. Even from someone as perfect as her Mistress, the words stung.

"I beg your fucking pardon!?" she cried, moaning as the invisible fingers darted across her entrance, sending a wave of lust through her.

"What?" Sunset said. "I was just calling you by your name, Whore. Honestly; don't tell me you've forgotten it."

"My name is not Whore!" Rarity cried. "Why would anyone have a name that fucking dirty? Oooh..."

Rarity silently lamented the fact that her arms were handcuffed behind her back. Mistress or not, the fingers caressing her, pleasuring her...
They made her want to stick her hand in her dripping cunt and go to town.

Her eyes widened in shock; where had that come from!?

"If your name isn't Whore, then what is it?" Sunset asked calmly. "Tell me your name, not-Whore. Or do you not know it?"

"Of course I fucking know my fucking... Name." Rarity said, pausing to take in the pleasure. Words could not express how much she wanted something to fuck right now. "My name's... My name's..."

"Shit." she said finally, moaning loudly as the fingers went a little deeper this time. "How the fuck did I forget my own fucking name? This is so damn embarrassingOOOhhh!"

The fingers had gone deeper than they had ever gone before, and, looking at her reflection, she saw a hand pressed against one of her swaying, jiggling breasts. The back and forth captured her attention once more, and she all but forgot about Sunset as she stared at the mirror, feeling a hand grope her right boob, squeezing it, massaging it.

"Oh, fuck, don't stop don't stop please fuck!" she cried. Now, with every dirty word that cleared her lips, the hand pinched her nipple, twisting it in the most agonizingly pleasurable way. She needed something to fuck, and she needed it now. Boy, girl... It didn't matter. She needed to fuck.

"Fuck." she said, gazing at the breasts as they swung. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

'That's good..." Sunset said. "What's your name?"

"Fuck! My name's fucking Whore! Fuck, I need-"

Her words were cut off by a moan of lust as a third hand placed itself on her other boob and began working on it. With a hand on each breast and one stroking her thighs, Whore's thoughts fled her.

"Whore..." she repeated, and the hands went into overdrive. "Whore. Whore! I'm a fucking whore! My name's fucking Whore! Fuck!"

"Good!" Sunset said. "Now who do you belong to, Whore?"

"I fucking belong to fucking Sunset fucking Shimmer please fuck me I need-"

When Whore said the words, the hands moved away from her nipples, instead moving to massage the undersides of her massive breasts. The absence of pleasure wasn't long, though; two mouths clamped onto her nipples and began sucking, while a fourth hand slipped into her cleavage and went to work there.

Whore's eyes were filled with the swaying breasts and with the blue. She couldn't think about anything but the pleasure. Couldn't feel anything but the pleasure.

"You've got some pretty impressive tits there, Whore." Mistress said. "Tell me, whose are they?"

"These fucking tits are Mistress's fucking tits!"

"What about your delightful ass?"

"This fucking ass is Mistress's fucking ass!"

"And your pussy - I'm sorry - cunt?"

"This fucking cunt is Mistress's fucking cunt!" Whore cried. "Please, Mistress, stick your fucking fingers into my cunt! Rut me like the fucking whore I am! Please just fuck me! Fuuuuck meeee!"

At this, the hand caressing her vanished and a cock, larger and harder than she'd ever imagined, shoved itself into Whore's dripping cunt. Screaming with ecstasy, Whore's eyes rolled back in her head, and the heat built up, building and building and building until-

The pleasure peaked right as Whore hit orgasm, and she collapsed, screaming her lungs out. The pleasure, the joy of belonging to Mistress, the lust... It wouldn't go away!

"You can't stop orgasming..." Sunset said, her dress discarded next to her. "Until you've made me cum."

Whore rose to her knees, eyes turned feverishly to Mistress, who was clothed in a tight-fitting bra. She wore nothing else but the necklace, which whirled around Whore, coated her in blue...

"It would be Whore's fucking pleasure to fuck Mistress with her humble, unworthy fucking tongue!" Whore half-moaned, half-screamed, diving for Mistress's pussy and lodging her face squarely in between Mistress's thighs. She licked like a woman possessed, the appendage darting in and out of Mistress's now-dripping folds. Mistress's fluids were the most delicious thing Whore had ever tasted. The soft confines of Mistress's pussy clenched around her, and Whore braced for the sudden rush...

"Stop, Whore!" Mistress called, anger in her voice.

Whore immediately removed herself from Mistress's pussy, dread and despair filling her being. The pleasure actually stopped, leaving Whore empty and alone in a dark, endless void of sheer hopelessness.
She had failed her Mistress.
In that moment, Whore begged for death.

"No, no, it isn't your fault, Whore." Mistress said, and in a rush the moment had passed, the pleasure had returned, and Whore writhed with joy, eyes glued to the still-swaying breasts in the mirror. When she wasn't actively obeying Mistress, her eyes were glued to them. Her hands, somehow free of the cuffs, pumped in and out of her cunt to the rhythm of the swaying.

Left, in. Right, out. Left, in...

The feeling of having a cock and two hands inside her set Whore adrift in a sea of pleasure. She screamed, a long, lustful sound, her throat cracking as it went higher.

"I remembered something." Mistress said, an apologetic tone in her voice. "I was saving that for... Someone else, and I got angry at myself for forgetting. When I snap my fingers, you'll cum, and when you wake up, you'll forget everything that happened here since I arrived; You'll be normal Rarity again. You took a break for lunch, and you decided to rub one off, thinking of how hot all your friends were as you brought yourself to orgasm."

Whore nodded, her pace quickening with anticipation.

"Whenever I - and only I - say the word 'fuck' around you, this pleasure will return, and you'll become Whore again, and you'll fuck the first person you see until you've both orgasmed."

There was a 'snap', and Whore screamed as the pleasure overloaded her, turning the world white-hot...
And then, all of a sudden, black.