The creaking of the rusty jail cell door woke Thunderlane from his restless sleep. Yesterday evening, he had been caught trying to sneak into his school to finish up a history project that was the only thing to save him from failing his Pegasi In Antiquity class…again. Even though the school was officially public property, it appeared as though the police didn’t take kindly to a rowdy teenager frantically banging on locked windows. The young stallion was thankful that he wasn’t dumb enough to squabble with law enforcement, though he did fall into a panic as he thought about how he’d explain getting arrested the first night his parents were out of town.
What worried him most was Rumble and his predicament with the snake oil, but he was thankful that he’d left Flitter and Cloudchaser with him. He could trust them to keep a secret when it counted. As long as nopony saw what that stuff could do, then maybe Thunderlane wouldn’t wind up causing a scandal on top of the embarrassment of being locked up.
He hoped, anyway. With the way today was turning out, though, he didn’t put much stock in his luck. What was supposed to be a night of fun with friends and family had already turned out to be a disaster.
“Hey, sleepyhead! Let’s go.”
Thunderlane’s head shot up from his cot. The hulking form of the policepony that had brought him here in the first place slowly came into focus behind the bars, staring right at him.
“...Hunh?” Thunderlane asked, halfway between a word and a groan.
Rap-rap-rap! The policepony sharply tapped a hoof on the bars. “Didn’t you hear me? C’mon, get up.”
Thunderlane sat up fully on the tiny cloud-material bed in the cell. Just then, he was very conscious of the scant few meters and flimsy bars separating him from the somewhat scary-looking pegasus. Unbidden, his imagination started to come up with all the terrible stories he’d heard about prison. Was this where they ‘threw the book at him’? Were they going to move him in with some nastier delinquents who wanted to dunk his head in the toilet? Or would he actually manage to fit into their little clique at first sight?
At that moment, the teenage colt wasn’t sure if he should be thankful for or curse the fact that he wore his two-tone mane in a mohawk.
With some difficulty, he swallowed the apprehension rising to grip his throat. “A-Alright, alright, just… what’s going on?”
The police stallion looked at him for another few uncomfortable seconds, then gave a long-suffering sigh. “You’re being released, against my better judgment. A friend of yours, who I know and am willing to trust, has explained the situation to me, and it seems that you’re not a malicious hoodlum, just stupid and lazy.”
Thunderlane beat his wings and threw himself off the cot. “WOOHOO!” he shouted, striking a triumphant hoof against the ceiling as he hovered in the middle of the cell. He’d take stupid and lazy over criminal scum any day of the week!
Click. The cell door swung open, the aged bars groaning in protest. “Let’s just go, and try not to break any windows or anything as you follow RIGHT behind me.”
With that, the police pony turned and began walking back down the hallway to the front of the station. Thunderlane, not wanting to goof up his chance at freedom, fluttered down to the floor and rushed out afterwards, quickly catching up to the big stallion and meeting his pace.
Soon, the pair reached the main lobby, and the guard stopped in his tracks. Thunderlane, following straight behind, bumped into the stallion, then staggered backward and fell flat on his rump.
“Gah! Um, sorry, sorry!” he said quickly, and picked himself off the ground. However, the police stallion paid him no mind, as he was apparently busy talking with a certain grayish-blue pegasus wearing a pink bow.
Thunderlane blinked, but couldn’t keep a smile off his face. “Flitter! What are you doing here?” This debacle just kept getting stranger and stranger. Unfortunately, he was ignored by the conversing pair.
“Alright, he’s all cleared for release. Just so you know, though, I can’t be doing this often. I do have to enforce the laws of Cloudsdale equally. It’s my job, after all,” the police stallion said to Flitter in a much softer tone than the one he had used with Thunderlane.
“Oh, no worries Officer Nightwatch, trust me, this was all a huge misunderstanding,” Flitter replied.
The stallion sighed and turned around to face his former prisoner. “You have good friends, son. I’d just better not catch you trespassing again, understand?” he told Thunderlane bluntly.
“Yeah! Don’t worry, sir, I won’t be trespassing ever again, I swear, I’m sorry!” Thunderlane said enthusiastically, putting a hoof over his chest. “Colt Scout’s honor!”
The police pony just gave a heavy sigh and began to trot back over to the front desk. He didn’t get paid enough to deal with these rowdy teenagers.
Thunderlane’s gaze shot to Flitter, who was looking at him with a furrowed brow.
“What were you thinking?” she asked, trotting over to him. “Oh wait, knowing
you, you probably weren’t. Come on, let’s go,” Flitter said as she turned and cantered out the door of the police station. Thunderlane galloped to her side, then kept pace with her.
“Hey, I said exactly where I was going. You could have gone after me! How did you even know I got arrested?” Thunderlane yelled in a vain attempt to defend himself.
“And leave your little brother alone? In the condition he was in? Besides, you told us you were going to do something blatantly illegal and never showed up afterwards. Unlike you, I have a functioning brain and can put two and two together,” she replied.
“Th-there were two of you!”
“Yeah, and Cloudchaser was so absolutely enamored with your little brother that she just dove into his coils. I couldn’t leave her like that. And, if she went, then I’d be alone with Rumble. You know I don’t like snakes…well…I used to.”
Thunderlane’s curiosity piqued. “Used to? Since when? Yesterday evening you almost fainted at the sight of Rumble.”
Flitter couldn’t help but give a sly grin. “I bet you knew your brother’s transformation gave him hypnotic powers, and that’s why you invited us over, you jerk!” Although she was angry, Flitter couldn’t help but let a twinge of playfulness seep into her voice. “Anyways, he gave me a bit of hypnotherapy, or whatever you’d call it. It was really sweet, your brother was a natural. Now I’m not afraid anymore, and think they’re kinda cool, in fact. Not as interested in them as my sister, but I doubt that would ever happen.”
Thunderlane bit his lip. Flitter and Cloudchaser, all wrapped up and in a blissful trance, and he missed it? He cursed his absolutely terrible luck; Rumble’s transformative curse would have probably faded away by now. Still, he stayed silent. He didn’t want to dig himself into a hole, especially with his cute friend.
“Although…” Flitter continued. “You do owe me for this,” she said coyly.
“Of course, of course, what would you want me to do?” Thunderlane asked.
The purple pegasus stopped abruptly on the cloudy street, looking Thunderlane dead in the eye.
“My house, this evening, sundown. Be there.”
Having given her invitation, Flitter spread her wings and went airborne with a mighty flap.
Thunderlane stood in awe, his cheeks blushing as he considered the implications, while Flitter flew behind one of the countless buildings in the cloudy city, going to Celestia knows where.
Still, Thunderlane knew he had work to do. He was NOT going to fail his class again, and technically the officer just said to not let himself be caught again. Thunderlane spread his own wings and darted off towards Cloudsdale high school, this time vowing to be a bit more subtle in his break-in.
It had taken him the better part of the afternoon, a cloth to cover his beloved mohawk and make it blend with his black coat—a natural advantage he was unendingly thankful for—and some very precise work with a bobby pin and screwdriver, but he’d done it. Or so he hoped, anyway. Moving all of his things to the least visible corner of the History workshop, over the next hour Thunderlane quickly slapped together what he had left to do on his project. It paled in comparison to the other projects left in the room, but at least he had something. Mr. Scholarly Bent was a pretty bored and overworked history teacher, and Thunderlane was certain he would simply gave Thunderlane a C for at least doing something complete. Celestia knows it was better than what the teacher had come to expect of him.
With that out of the way, Thunderlane had a spring in his metaphorical step as he flew low out of the school, being extra careful to stay out of sight until he had traveled a little ways away from the building. With wings bursting with confidence, touched down on the soft cloudy turf right in front of Flitter and Cloudchaser’s house in the evening. It might not have been as big as Thunderlane’s, but it supposedly had been in their family for centuries, and its marble columns and cumulus facades bore strong resemblance to ancient pegasus dwellings. It truly was a sight to behold, but after dealing with the history of Commander Hurricane and ancient pegasi military dress code umpteen squigillion years ago, the young stallion was a little sick of anything that even looked ancient by now.
He trotted up the fluffy cloud steps leading to the front door, and gave a polite knock. Thunderlane hoped that he had heard Flitter correctly; at first glance, it didn’t look like anypony was home.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing another purple mare, this time with a wild electric blue mane instead of a bow.
“Ah, Thunderlane, right on schedule,” she greeted.
“Cloudchaser!” Thunderlane exclaimed with a grin. “How have ya been?”
“Oh, just dandy, in fact. I’ll have you know that we had an excellent time with your brother yesterday. You know, after you bailed on us.” Cloudchaser wore a look of disapproval.
“Yeah, Flitter told me,” Thunderlane replied, ignoring her face and trying to peek inside for the bow-wearing pegasus.
Cloudchaser’s cheeks began to flush. “Really? H-how much did she tell you?”
“Hmm? Oh, nothing much. And hey, thanks for looking after my brother last night, anyways. From what I heard from Flitter, sounds like you all had a lot of fun.”
“Oh... “ she smiled absently, trying not to let her eyes flutter and give anything away. “It was no trouble, Thundy...”
Still, Cloudchaser couldn’t help but take a moment to daydream about the “fun” she had last night. The cool, smooth snakeskin cocooning her like a soft blanket, Rumble’s mesmerizing eyes leading her into a mindless euphoria…
“So, uh…mind if I come in?” Thunderlane asked, snapping Cloudchaser out of her thoughts.
“Huh? O-oh…yeah, come in. We’ve been expecting you.”
The young mare turned around and let Thunderlane into her home, past the open living area, to the kitchen at the back of the home, where her sister was busy preparing tea.
“Thunderlane! It’s about time you got here!” Flitter greeted happily, not leaving the stove. “How’s Rumble?”
“Oh, he’s fine. I made him dinner and got out his art set. He’s recently taken to drawing, can you believe it? He’s not that bad, either,” Thunderlane replied.
“Well, that’s good, but what about the curse?” Flitter asked.
“It faded away while I was gone. At least, that’s what Rumble told me. He said it was there one moment, then there was a sudden flash and he was back to normal. It sure is a load off my mind.”
“Oh, good,” Flitter replied. “I was worried that he’d be stuck like that forever.”
“Heh…yeah…” Cloudchaser mentioned. “A r-real shame if he was…heh...”
“Anyways, I’m almost done here, why don’t you two take a seat in the den?” Flitter proposed.
“Alright, sounds good,” Thunderlane acknowledged.
Cloudchaser led Thunderlane past the kitchen into a new room, filled with cloud-weave sofas and small tables centered on a large angora that rested in the center of the room. The pot was decorated with images of ponies drinking and laughing merrily in ancient style, and rimmed with a pure silver coating. The walls were decorated with framed reliefs, and a marble statue of the ancient Commander Hurricane posing majestically with her trusty lance.
“Take a seat, Thunderlane,” Cloudchaser said, flopping on a gray couch. “My parents use this room for symposia, but it’s nice to just chill in, too.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Thunderlane said, taking a seat opposite of her. He had snuck into a symposium before, so he knew how they worked. Well…perhaps not a real symposium, but how different could it be from a drinking party at Cloudsdale University? The young stallion stretched his hooves on the soft sofa, feeling the cool misty sensation of clouds enchanted into thread pressing up on his fur. He’d totally need to get something like this when he finally got a job.
“Alright, tea’s ready!” Flitter jubilantly called in her sing-songy voice, carefully balancing a tray with three ceramic cups as she cantered into the room. The young mare gingerly bowed to place the tray on a small table, letting Thunderlane clearly see the thin trails of misty steam wafting up into the air. He didn’t have much of a taste for tea, but he wasn’t about to act like a jerk in front of his two cutest friends. The pegasus twins each grabbed a cup in their dexterous wings, leaving one for Thunderlane. He lifted the cup carefully, and took a sip.
“Mmm…not bad, Flitter,” he said, feigning satisfaction at the almost tasteless drink. Grass tasted better than this. Actually, some fresh cut grass sounded pretty good right about now. Thunderlane briefly thought about stopping at Fresh Chips for an order of grass sticks on the way home, before stallioning up and chugging the rest of the tea in one swig. He just wanted to get it over with so they could break out the tea-cakes, the real good stuff.
“Ugh, you’re supposed to sip tea, not chug it, birdbrain!” Flitter yelled. She knew that Thunderlane wasn’t very cultured, but he could at least try.
“Don’t get angry, Flitter,” Cloudchaser assured her. “It’s better this way.”
Thunderlane’s curiosity piqued. These two fillies were planning something, something that made him feel uneasy in the pit of his stomach. Was the tea drugged somehow? No, they wouldn’t go that far...
The twins turned towards Thunderlane and met his gaze, both wearing evilly similar sadistic grins.
“How did it taste, Thundy?” Flitter asked coyly.
“N-normally,” he replied. He was starting to worry now. “W… what did you two put in it?”
“Oh, nothing,” Cloudchaser replied smoothly. “Not in your tea, anyway.”
The twins smiled at each other, then bumped their cups together with a soft clink and immediately chugged their tea down. Flitter briefly felt guilty about yelling at Thunderlane for doing the exact same thing, but she’d make it up to him… in more ways than one.
The pair of ponies sat their cups back on the tray, and quickly shoved the table back. They didn’t want the fine ceramic to get broken. At first, Flitter felt nothing special, just a warm belly from the tea, but in mere seconds that warmth in her belly erupted into a hot, burning fire. She gripped her stomach with her forelegs, and through wincing eyes, could see her sister doing the same.
“F-Flitter!? Cloudchaser!?” Thunderlane yelled, leaping off his seat. He would have flown for help, but then he noticed that a crimson magical aura had begun to coalesce around the twins’ hind legs, soon completely obscuring them from view. The enchanting light stretched and pulled itself into a long tube, extending up across the fillies’ respective seats, down onto the floor, and back up again. Thunderlane was amazed at the beautiful display, but he kept his distance. If there was anything that hanging around unicorns had taught him, it was to never trust magic.
Slowly, the magical auras stopped extending and adjusted form, taking on distinct curves and creases, slowly tapering off into a point. A bright pink flash blinded Thunderlane, and when his vision returned, he saw that the mystical light had become a solid mass of purple scales, with each twin’s respective cutie mark repeating on them in a way that resembled a diamondback viper.
“Uuugh…” Cloudchaser groaned, gingerly rubbing her head with a hoof. She managed to sit up, regardless of her wobbling around like her body was totally out of balance. Which it definitely was. “Whoa, Flit... I didn’t know it would be that intense.”
Flitter was still catching her breath. “Speak… for yourself… Chase,” she retorted with a huff. “You’re the… tough one…”
Thunderlane stepped forward gingerly, wearing an unmistakable look of concern on his face.
“F-Flitter? Cloudchaser? You two alright?”
“Y-yeah, never better,” Flitter said, stretching out on the sofa. Now that she had a moment to recover, she actually was feeling pretty good. Her brand new tail squirmed and contorted, making it look like some alien tentacle that had broken out of some alternate dimension and invaded her den. Despite having had it for mere moments, the young mare felt like she could instinctively make it do anything she pleased. It was new, it was fresh…and it was going to be used well this evening.
“So... this was why you wanted to invite me over?” Thunderlane asked. He was beginning to feel relieved now that he was dealing with a simple transformation enchantment. “Where did you get snake oil, anyways?”
“A griffon set up shop in Nimbus Square a few weeks back,” Cloudchaser said, stretching her new lamia form and exploring what it could do. “Sells some pretty bizarre stuff, and we figured that if anyone in Cloudsdale would have some snake oil, it would be her.” The young mare couldn’t stop herself from chuckling. “You should have seen the look on her face when we asked her to sell it to us. Apparently snake oil isn’t… strictly legal here in Equestria, and she usually only sold it to adults in Zebrica. But hey, you know what they say: no hook-beaked griffon can resist the sight of gold.”
“We probably ended up paying ten times market price for it, but it was totally worth it! Now we can be lamias too!” Flitter interjected. The tip of her serpentine tail danced as she swung her pony half back and forth, as if on a scaly stick.
“Uh-huh…so this is the reason you bailed me out of jail?” Thunderlane asked. It was all coming together now.
Flitter nodded happily. “Yep! We had so much fun last night with Rumble, we felt bad about you missing out. So we figured we’d have you over, and we’d all share a relaxing evening together.”
The bowed teenager’s face slipped into a sly smile, and her eyelids drooped down, almost seductively.
“With a twist, of course.”
Thunderlane gulped. He knew Flitter and Cloudchaser were his friends, but they did like to mess with him. This time, though, he wanted none of it.
“Well, girls,” he said, bowing his head nervously as he began to back away towards the Prench-door entrance to the kitchen, “that sounds like an interesting proposition, but I just remembered I left my little brother in the freezer. I guess I should get going.”
“You’re not going anywhere!” Cloudchaser declared, then sprang off the sofa and lunged towards the open passage.
Oh nononoNO!
Panic galvanized Thunderlane’s flight muscles, and in one mighty beat of his wings he leapt into the air and made a mad dash for the door, praying to Celestia that he’d make it. Unfortunately, Cloudchaser’s serpentine speed was unreal; she zoomed right past his frantically-flapping form and slammed the door shut, using the sheer weight of her snake lower-body to block it from being opened.
The poor stallion was unable to stop in time and banged headfirst into the painted wooden door. Quickly shaking his head to recover, Thunderlane retreated backward and scanned the rest of the room, only to have his heart sink when he noticed that the only other opening into the room was a solid window built into the very walls.
“Face it, Thunderlane, you’re trapped.” Cloudchaser rose up like a cobra about to strike, nearly reaching up to the ceiling. She crossed her hooves together in indignation as she stared him down. “Consider it punishment for what you wanted to do to us last night.”
Thunderlane didn’t even need to glance behind him to know that Flitter was right there, just waiting for him to try and run. It was the perfect ambush. Outnumbered and severely outmatched, he sighed in defeat, and fluttered down until his hooves landed on the floor. Now he was at the mercy of whatever his friends wanted to do to him.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You knew about Rumble’s hypnotic powers,” Flitter interjected. “I bet you wanted to make us make out with each other or something.”
Thunderlane’s face turned red as a cherry. “I…w-well…I thought it might be fun! L-like as a p-party trick! I’d be hypnotized too, ya know!”
“Hmph,” Flitter scoffed, crossing her forelegs and pointing her snout up. “A likely story!”
Thunderlane stared at the checkered tile floor in dejection. Flitter was right; perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea after all. The fact that Rumble’s curse would end quickly pressured him into making a rash, hormone-fueled decision. Now, he’d probably ruined his friendship with two of his good friends.
“You’re right, it was a bad move on my part. Flitter, Cloudchaser, I’m sorry,” he muttered, nearly sick with shame.
Flitter and Cloudchaser met each other’s gaze for a second, before once again focusing on the sullen stallion.
“There, there,” Flitter said, slowly slithering towards Thunderlane. The transformation potion had a few mental side-effects, giving her brain the necessary knowledge and instinct on how to slither. The chaotic curves she made clashed against the angular design of the den floor. “We don’t hate you, Thundy. We’re a little mad, true, but it’s not like we want to end our friendship with you.”
Thunderlane looked up, a little hope in his heart now. “You don’t?” he asked.
“Not at all.” Flitter slithered past where Thunderlane was standing. The young stallion had to twist his head to maintain eye contact. “Tonight’s supposed to be a night of fun,” she continued, doubling back on him and coming back on his other side. “A chance to…enlighten you~.”
Flitter came up back in front of Thunderlane, the circle made by her serpentine lower half slowly getting smaller until her scales pressed up against Thunderlane’s legs. He looked down, seeing just how thick she was. Her snake body was the same thickness as her midsection, maybe a little thicker, and completely covered the cannons of his legs. Even then, he could feel the sheer muscle underneath the loose purple snakeskin, the pulsating mass that contained the power to completely pulverize a pony in mere seconds.
“I…uh….I guess I can stay for a while,” Thunderlane said nervously.
“Promise?” Cloudchaser asked firmly.
“…I promise.”
“Alright, good,” she said, slithering away from the door and towards where her sister had surrounded their stallion friend. “See, Thundy? We just want to have a good time. We’re not monsters. Well, maybe we are for the next few days.”
With a heave, Cloudchaser lazily flopped the end of her serpent tail around Thunderlane’s withers, curling snugly around the base of his neck.
“We’re your friends, we’re not going to hurt you,” she said with sincerity.
Thunderlane glanced down at his new living feather boa, taking a moment to appreciate the snake scales forming the pattern of her cutie mark. It made Cloudchaser’s telltale comet a bit rougher than it appeared on her furry flank, but it was alluring in its own right. Besides, since this tail was technically Cloudchaser, it was kind of like she put her foreleg over his shoulders! The thought forced a grin onto Thunderlane’s face.
“Alright,” he said, sitting down in the scaly loop. Flitter shrunk it even more, so it held snugly against his boyish croup. “I think I’m beginning to relax.”
A sadistic grin suddenly flashed on Cloudchaser’s face.
“Even when I do…THIS!?”
Her tail immediately curled around Thunderlane’s neck to make a full loop, the soft muscle ever so gently pressing into the stallion’s windpipe as the tip of her tail finally came to rest lying across Thunderlane’s boxy snout, like a mustache.
“Cloudchaser!” Flitter exclaimed.
“It’s okay, Flitter,” Thunderlane assured her. He didn’t even feel a twinge of fear as Cloudchaser’s tail coiled around his neck. He knew her; she wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less strangle him. He had to admit, the cool, smooth scales felt extremely comfortable on his fur, and while Cloudchaser’s tail was snug, it wasn’t tight. It felt more like a huge that anything. Besides, it’s not like he’d ever say no to physical contact from her, especially with that tail tip curling and swinging playfully in front of his eyes. “It actually feels kind of nice,” he continued.
“I know, right?” Cloudchaser said. “Snakes are, like, the best!”
Flitter rolled her eyes. “You and your obsession,” she chided.
“Hey! It is NOT an obsession!” Cloudchaser replied angrily. “It feels nice of its own virtue. In fact, I bet Thunderlane would like to be all wrapped up, wouldn’t you, Thundy?”
Thunderlane gulped. A new coll…uh…neck-brace was one thing, but to have this thing all around him? Like some rabbit about to be eaten?
“Uhh…” Thunderlane stammered, his brow beginning to sweat. “I-I guess so…”
“Ha!” Cloudchaser chortled. “See Flit? I knew he’d be a stallion of taste. I’ll just need you to unwrap yourself from around his butt.”
Flitter stared at her hotly. “I am NOT wrapped around his butt.”
Still, the bowed lamia submitted to Cloudchaser’s request, slithering further away. Thunderlane couldn’t help but awkwardly notice that Flitter deliberately kept her serpentine figure up against his rump as she moved, letting him feel the gentle caress of scales sliding against his fur. He could help but blush as the tail tip lingered on the dock of his tail for a moment before sliding off to join the rest of her, now neatly arranged in a big swirl near the central angora, with Flitter’s pony half erupting from the center.
“There, now you’re all ready,” Cloudchaser said, proud of her little victory over her sister. “Now just relax and let me work.”
Thunderlane stood in silence as Cloudchaser began to slither in a wide circle around him, letting another loop curl around him just under his scaly neck-brace.
“Could you fold your wings?” Cloudchaser asked as she passed in front of the worried stallion.
“Uhh, sure,” he said, complying with her request. He hadn’t even noticed his wings were unfurled. They usually extended when he was stressed or nervous, and he felt that perfectly encapsulated what was happening now. He felt especially defeated when he felt the weight of a thick, meaty segment of Cloudchaser’s serpentine body press down on them. When the loop arched across his front, he knew that there was really no going back from here. He tried to flutter his wings weakly, but Thunderlane found that he couldn’t move them even an inch. In fact, his struggles seemed to make the coil grip a little tighter.
“Doin’ great so far, Thundy!” Cloudchaser said at her second pass.
The poor stallion began to have a hard time standing as Cloudchaser began her third pass. Thunderlane was both impressed and terrified at how heavy they were. He knew earth ponies who could literally lift a ton, and their legs weren’t even as thick as Cloudchaser’s serpentine half was. He really would be trapped; the question was, did he trust Cloudchaser enough to let her put him in such a vulnerable position?
Thunderlane’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt the coils around tighten and heave, suddenly forcing him backwards onto his rear so that he was sitting straight up. He felt his forelegs press into his torso as all around him the amethyst scales corkscrewed, now totally snug against his body.
“AAAH! CLOUDCHASER!” Thunderlane said in a panic, now beginning to struggle against his binds.
“Oh, lighten up, ya big foal!” Cloudchaser said. “I’m finished anyway.”
“F-FLITTER!?” Thunderlane yelled, his concerns unabated.
“Oh, no.” Flitter shook her head. “Don’t look at me. You agreed to this.”
Thunderlane gave a plaintive groan.
“Although,” Flitter added. “You do look kinda cute all wrapped up like that.”
He blushed. If Flitter called him cute, then maybe his predicament wasn’t too bad. He looked down as much as the coils would let him, seeing a vast cocoon of purple scales resting snugly against his body. The only trace of his free self was the lower half of his hind legs jutting out from beneath the bottom loop. Being so close to Cloudchaser let him see all the errant twitches in her scales, the tiny flexes in her serpentine muscle, and the slow, rhythmic rising and lowering of her snake-like body as she breathed. It was…oddly relaxing; Thunderlane felt intimate with Cloudchaser, but not in a sexual way. Dear Celestia, he was glad it wasn’t in a sexual way. That would make things even more awkward than they really were. Still, Cloudchaser was very gentle, her coils hugged snugly, but not tightly. They’d tighten when he wiggled around, but loosed again when he stopped. The subtle motions gave just enough of the cool, smooth texture of scales sliding on fur to act as a little massage. The tension began to melt from Thunderlane’s face, and he even began to smile.
“Ha…I just realized,” Flitter said, uncurling herself and slithering closer to Thunderlane’s serpentine prison, “stars all around you from Cloudchaser’s cutie mark, exposed face, you’re the Horse Head Nebula!”
Cloudchaser burst into laughter, making her coils pinch and slide. The motion tickled Thunderlane’s belly and sides, forcing the stallion to giggle as well.
“That’s great, Flit!” Cloudchaser exclaimed, catching her breath and wiping a tear from her eye.
“Actually, that was a pretty good joke,” Thunderlane commented.
Cloudchaser stuck out her tongue at Flitter. “See?” she said. “Wrapping him up was a great opportunity.”
“Indeed,” Flitter agreed, before a sadistic grin crept across her face. “Because now, little Thundy is totally helpless, heh heh…”
Thunderlane’s smile was immediately obliterated. “Flitter, I don’t like the sound of that,” he said, now beginning to struggle in Cloudchaser’s coils. Although, no matter what he did, she held firm, tightening ever so slowly as the young stallion fidgeted. Cloudchaser held him like a vice, and Thunderlane had to strong struggling when he noticed that it was getting tough to breath.
“What? Little Thundy-Wundy worried now that’s he’s caught in the clutches of a big, bad snake?” she taunted, slithering close to him.
Flitter swayed back and forth as she approached, never once breaking eye contact with the young stallion. Thunderlane, apprehensive of what Flitter might do, gave her his full attention. The way she swerved, the way her pony half crawled close to the ground while her snake half made long, smooth curves was both scary and tantalizing. The way her cutie mark repeated on her back resembled a line of bugs marching towards the trapped stallion to devour him. Thunderlance felt like a rat, helplessly watching a predator closing in for the kill. One that was wearing a cute bow, but a predator nonetheless.
“Don’t you think my eyes are pretty, Thundy?” she asked, getting closer with each tantalizing swerve.
“Uh, yeah Flit, I think your eyes are really pretty,” he answered, unsure of what she was going for.
“Ooh! Ooh!” Cloudchaser grinned. “Are you going to hypnotize him?”
Flitter scrunched her nose in shock, before angrily turning to her sister. “Well yeah! Way to ruin the surprise, CC!”
“Oh,” Cloudchaser said flatly, putting a hoof over her mouth in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
Thunderlane felt hot with apprehension. “Oh yeah,” he remembered, “the whole mind control thing. I might have been okay with letting Cloudchaser…well…hug…me, but I’m not so sure about that.”
“Aww, little Thundy-Wundy thinks he has a choice,” Cloudchaser said before she flexed her coils, giving him a mighty squeeze that forced the air from his lungs. She immediately slackened; she didn’t want him to suffocate.
“GACK!!... What was that for!?” Thunderlane wheezed as he caught his breath. The constriction didn’t hurt, but it did make him feel winded.
Cloudchaser slithered her pony half close to Thunderlane’s ear.
“Maybe I just like holding you tightly~” she whispered seductively, making Thunderlane’s ears feel like they were on fire. “I’ll tell you what, you have two options. First is to let Flit here turn your brain into mush, second is to be my squeeze toy for the rest of the evening. You thought that flex was strong earlier? I got a lot more where came from.”
Cloudchaser’s coils tightened once more. Thunderlane felt his ribs fight against the soft muscle, but the sensation of Cloudchaser lightly pressing into him was strangely soothing for the young stallion.
“Besides, you want the first option, right, Thundy?” Cloudchaser asked as the tip of her tail draped across Thunderlane’s snout curled around it, muzzling him and pushing his head up and down in a twisted form of forced nodding.
“Guh, fine!” He exclaimed, shaking the tail off his snout with what limited movement he had. “I’ll let Flitter hypnotize me! Just stop playing with me like I’m some kind of doll, CC!”
“Eh, fair enough,” Cloudchaser replied. “He’s all yours, Flit.”
Flitter shot a glare at her sister before glancing over at Thunderlane. As she slithered closer, she began to notice his legitimately troubled face. His head was tilted down, and he looked at his friend with pleading eyes. Flitter was surprised; cocky Thunderlane seemed really unsettled by this. The poor stallion’s appearance began to wear on Flitter’s resolve.
“Thunderlane,” Flitter began, finally getting within hoof’s reach of him, “if you really don’t want to do this, that’s fine. It stops being fun when you’re not playing around too.”
“No Flitter, it’s fine,” Thunderlane said with a defeated sigh. “I just need to pony up and take it like a stallion.”
“You sure?”
“Sure.”
“Alright then. It’ll be fun and relaxing, Thundy. Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”
Flitter leaned up close to Thunderlane, her face almost touching his boxy snout. He would have recoiled if it wasn’t for Cloudchaser’s serpentine cocoon keeping him sitting in place. She was so close that Thunderlane could feel her warm breath on his nose; it would have been pretty sexy, if she wasn’t a half-pony, half-snake monstrosity.
“Just relax, Thundy, breath in, and out,” Flitter whispered.
Thunderlane closed his eyes, following her instructions. He took as deep a breath as Cloudchaser’s coils would permit, before letting it all out. She was right, it did have a soothing effect on him. It allowed him to take a moment to collect himself and reflect on how messed up this situation truly was. Still, Thunderlane wasn’t anypony to back down from something. He opened his eyes, relieved to see Flitter’s warm, caring face.
“Alright, I’m a bit more relaxed now,” Thunderlane said. “So, how does this work?”
“Well, first you gotta look into my eyes,” Flitter replied. “Then, I have to do…something...and it’ll make my eyes fill with pretty colors.”
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Thunderlane asked, a little annoyed.
“YEAH! Just, shut up and let me think!” Flitter exclaimed in indignation.
The mare tried to remember what Rumble had told her last night. It seemed to come so naturally for him, and he had been lamia-fied for only a single day! She remembered him saying something about concentrating really hard about wanting a pony to do something? Would it really be that simple?
“Alright Thunderlane, just...try to relax,” Flitter said as she opened her eyes and once more met Thunderlane’s gaze. “Just relax…” she repeated, more for herself than the confused stallion in front of her. In her mind, she tried her best to imagine Thunderlane doing exactly as he was told. What would being relaxed look like, she wondered. Would he look the same? Would he be asleep, absentmindedly drooling on Cloudchaser’s scales? Or perhaps, perhaps he would look similarly to how Cloudchaser did when Rumble hypnotized her, a dopey-looking grin plastering her face while her eyes lit up with mesmerizing power? Yes, that was what she wanted, that was what she desired.
And so, she took that mental image of Cloudchaser and imposed it on Thunderlane’s face. Flitter’s breathing calmed as she entered into a focused state, and looked deep into Thunderlane’s handsome golden eyes.
“Whoa Flitter, what’s with the lightshow?” Thunderlane asked as he noticed faint swirls of purple and green begin to fade in from the center of her pupil. The streaks twirled and danced, duplicating themselves with every motion in their esoteric dance.
“Relax…” Flitter repeated. She knew that she had to concentrate, or else the spell might break and Cloudchaser would poke fun at her. “Relax…”
“Yeah… relax…” the dark gray stallion repeated. Thunderlane couldn’t help but notice that he was getting sleepier the more the dancing strips filled Flitter’s eyes, bathing his face in an ethereal light. This had to be what she was talking about, this hypnosis thing. He could definitely feel himself getting lightheaded, like it was getting hard to think. Flitter’s voice echoed in his mind, chanting the word “relax” over and over and over again. It was impossible to ignore, no matter how much he tried with what remained of his free will. Was this what it was like to be hypnotized? He felt a little scared, but then he remembered that he could just relax.
“Relax…” Thunderlane repeated once more, his own eyes beginning to fill with Flitter’s enchanting waves of color. He didn’t even notice the tip of her tail creep onto his hind leg, wrapping around his fetlock.
“That’s it…just relax…be at peace, Thundy,” Flitter whispered tenderly. She knew that falling into a magically induced trance could be a wonderful, almost life-changing experience, and wanted to give Thunderlane the same gift that his brother had given her. “Don’t be afraid… remember, I’m your friend…”
Flitter did her best to calm Thunderlane’s nerves with her gentle speech, though she knew he would still fall under her spell no matter what she said. Her hypnotic abilities were magical in nature, and, from what Flitter had felt herself, absolute in their power. It wasn’t a simple stage trick designed to confuse the senses—it was the enchantment of the mind, the moulding of the very soul.
A smile crossed Thunderlane’s lips. “Yeah…you’re my fr-friend…” he mumbled, slurring his speech. Flitter’s words were like honey to his ears, washing away all of his doubts effortlessly. He felt his mind filling up, the mesmerizing colors cramming themselves into his skull. Only a few thoughts could seep through the dam they made in his mind. It wasn’t like they were erasing anything, just filling his head up to prevent the creation of new wisps of attention other than what was being paid towards Flitter right now. Thunderlane’s brain could only barely feel Flitter’s tail binding his hand legs together.
“F-Flitter…my l-leg…” Thunderlane slurred, giving his hind legs a weak twitch as Flitter’s tail ascended his cannons.
“Shhh, don’t worry. I’ll make you feel warm and comfortable,” Flitter whispered, moving her face closer to Thunderlane’s. His warm breath tickled Flitter’s nose as she felt it grow shallow and shallower as her friend approached a state of total relaxation. She had to admit, it was a little thrilling to be this close to her friend’s face. Her tail continued wrapping the stallion’s lower half up, her tail looping around and around his bony legs until it finally reached his flanks.
Cloudchaser’s voice broke the quiet moment. “What are ya gonna do, kiss him?” she asked with a girlish giggle.
Flitter broke eye contact for a moment to glare at her sister, before focusing back on Thunderlane.
“K-kiss?” Thunderlane asked, a dopey smile beginning to overtake his face.
“No, Thundy, no kissing,” Flitter said, once more gazing deeply into his eyes. Her friend’s pupils were dilated, and his eyes seemed almost glassed over. The reflections of Flitter’s hypnotic colors in his eyes were still very faint, but grew in intensity with each and every pulse. He was hooked now, and Flitter felt comfortable with continuing with Thunderlane’s scaly mummification. She continued to gently coo as her tail traveled across his muscular flanks, enveloping his cutie mark. “No kissing, just warm, big, tight hugs…”
“Y-yeah…” Thunderlane mouthed, “warm…tight…”
Flitter’s eyes widened when she felt her tail being poked. Once more breaking eye contact, she moved her head lower and saw the elusive culprit.
Cloudchaser slithered over when she saw her sister’s mouth drop and her eyes suddenly revert back to normal.
“Flitter, what’s wrong? Why did you…oh…”
The twins both stared in shock at Thunderlane’s stallionhood slowly emerging from its sheath, growing bigger with each pump of his beating heart.
“Uuuh…wow,” Flitter said, her scaly tail recoiling at the organ’s touch. “Are…are you getting off to this, Thunderlane?”
Thunderlane could do nothing more than smile. “Get-getting off…to this,” he mumbled, merely repeating the words that filled his empty head.
Flitter glanced at Cloudchaser, then Thunderlane, then back at her sister.
“Well, this is awkward,” she said, forcing a smile.
Cloudchaser simply shrugged. “What’s so awkward about it?”
Flitter’s expression shattered, and she blinked in realization. “Y-you... you can’t be serious.”
Cloudchaser moved herself closer, cupping the semi-erect cock with her hoof. The touch made Thunderlane gasp, but he still remained firmly in trance.
“It’s just nature,” she said.
“He’s our friend,” Flitter retorted. She had to admit, Thunderlane was cute, handsome even, but this felt a little too bizarre for her tastes.
“Precisely, which is why it’s okay.”
Flitter bit her lip. “But…but…what would Thunderlane—“
Cloudchaser cut off her sister mid sentence. “Thunderlane is in La-La-Land right now. There’s nothing to be afraid of; no embarrassment, no rejection, no awkwardness. We’re in control here. Besides, do you honestly think he wouldn’t want this?”
Flitter’s gaze turned downwards in embarrassment. It was no secret that Thunderlane had the hots for them, and Flitter had more than once thought about asking him out. Still, there was a big difference between asking your friend out and seeing his gigantic throbbing cock held by your sister.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that this is all happening so fast…”
“Trust me, Flit, once you’ve been with a few stallions, things like this don’t really seem all that special. Besides, he isn’t even that big.”
Flitter’s eyes widened in shock. He sister was always the more sexually adventurous of the pair, but she never really discussed her escapades in detail. Thunderlane was enormous, and her sister was saying his was small!? She was glad that she didn’t have a butt now, otherwise she’d be rubbing it with concern.
“Come on,” Cloudchaser continued. “Let’s show him a good time, shall we?”
Flitter’s face flushed red with embarrassment. Of all the fillies in the world, why oh why did she have to get Cloudchaser as a sister?
“O-okay,” she stammered. “What do you have in mind?”
A wicked grin crossed Cloudchaser’s face. “Alright, so, it’s simple. First, you finish wrapping him up all nice and tight. We’ll put his dick in between the bottom of my coils and the top of your coils, and then we’ll rub them back and forth until he cums!”
Flitter was a little taken aback at how candidly her sister spoke. “Cloudchaser that’s…extremely kinky. You’ve given this some thought beforehoof, haven’t you?”
“You betcha. Now come on!”
Flitter sighed, before resigning to her sister’s plot and letting her tail continue to corkscrew around Thunderlane’s lower half. She was almost done, and only needed a single snug, meaty loop to have him completely cocooned. Cloudchaser let his engorged member flop free now that it was sandwiched between two different serpentine bands, each a different shade of purple.
It was then that Flitter became more acutely aware of Thunderlane’s heartbeat, each steady but rapid pulse gently thrumming through her scales. The beating of warm blood through his veins brought Flitter’s attention to her own body as well; she’d almost forgotten that snakes were cold-blooded, and couldn’t produce their own body heat. Thus, she felt an almost natural attraction to the rising temperature of Thunderlane’s body, which was sending waves of euphoria through her not unlike sipping a mug of hot cocoa on a cold winter’s day. The heat proved to be very relaxing, though she still thought this was all a little weird.
Suddenly, Cloudchaser’s coils began to corkscrew around Thunderlane’s top half, rubbing against Thunderlane’s member and pressing it between her and Flitter’s scales as well.
Cloudchaser gave a throaty chuckle. Flitter stole a glance at her sister’s face, noting well her usual mischievous grin and how little bits of dominant energy and salacious glee were slowly seeping in around the edges. As she watched her maneuver around Thunderlane’s helpless, throbbing form with effortless grace, Flitter realized with a start that the corners of her own lips were turning upward almost of their own accord. Her sister was right: they were in control, here.
And it was hot.
Cloudchaser paused in her slithering motion, craning her upper half around to smile at Flitter. “Well, ya gonna start?”
Flitter took a moment to peek at Thunderlane’s face, now the only part of him not wrapped up—certain lower extremities notwithstanding. He still stared into space, his eyes spiraling with mesmerizing color, a dopey grin plastered all over his expression.
“Do you think it’ll wake him up?” she hedged.
“Only one way to find out. Come on! Don’t make me do all the work!”
At her sister’s flush-cheeked urging, Flitter quickly began gyrating, slipping and sliding her own coils all over Thunderlane’s lower half. She could feel every single twitch the dazed stallion made in her grip. Thunderlane said nothing intelligible, only quiet moans escaping his lips as his mind was too addled to determine why he was feeling this pleasure, only that it was happening in the first place. Both Cloudchaser’s and Flitter’s coils flowed all over and around him like a maelstrom, rubbing his cock back and forth, baaaack and forth. After settling into a comfortable routine, the two lamias added a little pressure to the mix, softly squeezing the rock-hard member between them up and down as well as left to right, though it took a few tries to sync up their slithering motions correctly.
Cloudchaser retained her composure, having done much kinkier stuff to her past coltfriends, but Flitter was growing more flustered by the minute. Her heart pounded as she felt every contour of Thunderlane’s lower half buried beneath her cool coils. Was his flank always that muscular, his legs always so thick and strong? His throbbing cock, having borrowed the majority of his body’s blood supply, was like a hot iron against her scales. Her own pace quickened, hungry to feel every inch of her friend that she could. It was intoxicating to so thoroughly play with a stallion for the first time. Maybe there was something good behind this whole “sex” thing. Flitter pressed her coils upwards, gently squeezing against Thunderlane’s stiff rod and the heavy globes that lay beneath.
“He’s flaring? Already?” Cloudchaser asked as she noticed Thunderlane’s member begin to twitch, its head expanding, searching desperately for an anchor in the vagina that wasn’t there. Flitter saw it too, and she knew enough from sex ed to be prepared for what would happen next. With an excited grin, she moved her upper body right in front of Thunderlane’s stallionhood and closed her eyes.
“Flitter? What are you doing?” Cloudchaser asked.
“I want it on my face. Shut up!”
Cloudchaser smirked. It seemed like her sister was a little horn-diamond-dog after all. Then again, she remembered when she lost her own virginity. The sheer lust that she was driven to led her to let the stallion cum inside of her. Boy, was that a scare. Better to let Flitter get it out of her system in a harmless environment like this, she thought.
As if on cue, Thunderlane groaned aloud, craning his head back. With one final twitch, a string of hot white cum exploded from the tip of his dick, splashing across Flitter’s cheek and over her lips. It was followed by a second, then a third and beyond as the rod throbbed, covering Flitter’s face in a pearly mess.
The bowed pegasus felt more alive than she had in a long time as she was coated in a stallion’s essence. No…not just any stallion’s, Thunderlane’s. Her friend’s. This bizarre mix of intimacy and abuse made Flitter feel hotter than she ever had in her whole life.
“Oh, Celestia…”
Thunderlane’s voice rang out, clear as day. Flitter’s eyes shot open at once; an unfortunate fact, as a drop of the salty spunk managed to roll down her brow at that very moment. She let out a low hiss, and blinked the smarting sting away.
And then she saw Thunderlane.
Though still clearly dazed, the bands of hypnotic color had totally left his eyes. Slowly, his gaze panned downward to focus on Flitter, her face becoming clearer by the second as the cloud over his mind lifted. His eyes narrowed… and then he saw what was on her face. He’d read too many dirty magazines not to get what it was.
“F-Flitter!” he yelled.
Flitter withered under her friend’s wide-eyed stare. The lustful energy that had previously suffused her very being drained away like water through a sieve as she realized that she had, in effect, raped her friend.
“Oh, nono… T-Thundy, I’m so sorry!” she stammered.
“Is that mine?!”
Flitter’s eyes watered, smarting anew with rising tears. “Y… Yes.”
Thunderlane was a little awestruck. He had imagined that Cloudchaser would be the one to have sexy hypno shenanigans with him, not her meek sister. He tried to move, but the resistance around him made him remember that he was all wrapped up by his friends’ new serpentine forms. What was strange was that his legs also seemed bound, and his now-flaccid member felt like it was getting smushed between two of the bands, preventing it from retreating back into its sheath.
Thunderlane took a deep breath. “Flitter, I’m not angry, just concerned. I have to ask you, did you fuck me?”
“What?! No!” Flitter near-shouted in panic, shaking her head ferociously. “I don’t even know where the vagina is on this thing!”
“And Cloudchaser?”
“Nuh-uh,” Cloudchaser assured.
Thunderlane breathed a sigh of relief before putting on a cheerful face. “Oh, good! Then there’s nothing to worry about!”
Flitter sniffled, wiping away her tears, and some of Thunderlane’s cum in the process. “Y… you’re not mad?”
“Mad?” Thunderlane scoffed. “That was incredible! The way you turned me into your mindless slave and used your coils to jack me off, it was the thing I ever felt in my life! Plus I think you look cute like that, Flit.”
Flitter and Cloudchaser shot a quick look at each other.
“Thunderlane… I didn’t turn you into a mindless slave,” Flitter said. A bead of cum dripped off her face and onto the floor. She thanked Celestia it was all tile and not carpet.
“Oh.” Thunderlane’s face turned beet red.
Cloudchaser slithered up to him from behind, cupping his cheek with her hoof. “Don’t worry Thundy, I can turn you into a mindless slave,” she said seductively, looking into his eyes with a look of sheer lust.
Thunderlane gulped hard. “Oh-okay,” he muttered, desperate to feel the pure bliss of trance once more.
“…Later,” Cloudchaser said, quickly removing her hoof from Thunderlane’s cheek. The stallion scrunched his snout in frustration.
“Hey Flit,” she continued. “Uncoil him, I still have a few ideas.”
Flitter groaned in confusion. “Alright, but I think I’m staying out of the sexy stuff from now on. It’s just too messy for me…literally.”
“Flit! I’m not angry! I really liked it!” Thunderlane pleaded. He liked both twins, but he liked Flitter more, and didn’t want her to stop treating him. This night was rapidly shaping up to be the best night of his whole life.
“I know, Thunderlane, but my decision is final. Now I’m going to go clean up.”
Flitter’s coils loosened and slid around Thunderlane’s hind legs as she unwound herself, flicking his hoof with her tail as she slithered back into the kitchen to wash the cum off her face. Thunderlane watched her every step (err, slide) of the way. His concentration was broken when he suddenly felt Cloudchaser’s tail around his dick.
“Alright Thundy, my turn,” she said, gripping his cock with the end of her tail. “It would be unfair to let Flitter have ALL the fun.”
Though Thunderlane was still recovering from his last orgasm, Cloudchaser’s intense grip made him groan with pleasure.
“I-Is this the part where you hypnotize me again?” he asked, trying to concentrate as his cock began to re-inflate with blood.
“No, Thundy, I think this will be more fun if you’re conscious.”
The faint rushing of water provided white noise for Thunderlane as he grunted and groaned from the stimulation. Cloudchaser’s tail looped around his dick as it got larger, totally cocooning it when it was fully erect. The sensation of the sliding scales was unlike anything Thunderlane had ever felt, much better than hooves! They were smooth and cool, with just the right amount of texture to make his nerve endings scream. Her serpentine muscles gripped the long masculine tube like a vice, closing in with each throb of his cock. It was as if Cloudchaser was constricting his cock, pouring all of her strength into squeezing the fleshy tube.
“Uuuhn…Cloudchaser,” Thunderlane moaned from his purple cocoon.
“Shh, just take it, Thunderlane,” Cloudchaser said, her dominating personality coming out of its shell. She wanted to be the one to get Thunderlane off now, and she alone. Flitter had lived her fantasy, and now she would live hers. She tightened the coils around Thunderlane’s body, squeezing him to assert that she was in control now.
Thunderlane couldn’t help but groan as the air was forced from his lungs. Cloudchaser slackened, allowing him to breathe, but she still held him tightly. His breathing was labored, and he was having trouble getting his aroused body the oxygen it craved.
“Cloudchaser…” he moaned in a raspy voice.
“Quiet! I know what I’m doing!” she barked, giving him another powerful hug before easing up on the pressure.
Thunderlane gave up trying to protest, realizing that he was at Cloudchaser’s mercy right now. He had heard rumors that she was a devil in bed, but now he began to realize that might not have been a good thing. Still, he realized that he was almost totally immobile and he had no choice but to ride it out. It was still a free hoof-job…err…tail-job from one of the hottest young mares he knew.
Cloudchaser couldn’t care less about what Thunderlane felt. She knew that he’d enjoy this as long as she didn’t hurt him. Well, permanently, at least. Her tail tip kept constricting Thunderlane’s cock, before easing up and squeezing it again. Despite her tightness, Cloudchaser’s scales were smooth enough that she could slide them back and forth without resistance. Her captive groaned as Cloudchaser’s scaly tail pumped his dick as much as the small amount of free space would allow, tightening and releasing as it went.
Thunderlane’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he grunted, being subjected to both pleasure and pain on levels he had never known before. Cloudchaser was squeezing so tightly that, if his cock had bones, they would have been pulverized to dust. Her scales felt like water against his burning member, sliding over his preputial ring with ease. Back and forth the cock-cocoon pumped, expertly treating Thunderlane to a world of bliss that rivaled the trance he was in earlier.
His eyes shot open when he felt the pumping stop and the tip of Cloudchaser’s tail begin to trace circles on the flat head of his penis. Looking down, he spied Cloudchaser’s face hovering near his dick, focusing intently on it as if it was some unknown creature. She shot him a sadistic glance before her tail tip stopped tracing circles and instead darted straight into his urethra.
Thunderlane could no longer contain himself. His cock, now sore from the thrashing that it had received, flared once again in preparation for release.
“C-Cloudchaser, it’s coming!” he groaned.
The mare pretended to ignore Thunderlane as she got her tail in position. When she felt the first bursts of cum begin to pump through his member, her tail corkscrewed around Thunderlane’s cock, squeezing it so tightly that not a single drop could escape.
“Gyuuh! Cloudchaser!” Thunderlane screamed. He was expecting something bizarre, but not this. His internal muscles worked hard, fighting in vain to pump the cum out of his body. The feeling of warm spunk in his urethra was flooding him with a bizarre pleasure that mixed with his orgasm.
“Please! I need to let it out!” Thunderlane yelled, desperate for release.
Cloudchaser simply gave Thunderlane a casual glance.
“Beg,” she uttered.
“Y-You can’t be serious!”
Thunderlane’s protests were silenced as Cloudchaser’s tail squeezed even harder, slowly forcing his cum back into his body.
“Nyuuunng! Alright, alright! Please let me cum! I’m begging! Please, Cloudchaser! I—Hunnnng! I’ll do anything! Anythi—! M-Mistress!” he screamed.
Cloudchaser’s lips curled upward in a smile.
“Now that’s the word I was looking for…”
Her tail completely melted away from Thunderlane’s cock, and his cum blasted out all over the tile floor with tremendous force. The stallion yelped in pure pleasure and relief, his body finally rid of its lusty cargo. Feeling thoroughly defeated, he collapsed, closing his eyes and going limp in his soft, cool bindings. His mind was wracked as he tried to determine whether or not he had liked the experience. One thing was for certain—he’d be chasing after Flitter’s tail exclusively from now on. Cloudchaser was too wild for him.
Thunderlane finally caught his breath and let his eyes creak open.
“Cloudchaser, that…”
His sentence was cut off by the intense display of hypnotic color that assaulted him. While he was dazed, Cloudchaser had moved her face up to him and decided to try the whole hypnosis thing, and, judging by the glazed-over look Thunderlane was wearing, she was doing very well at it.
“What was that you called me just now?” Cloudchaser asked archly as her eyes spun with glowing rings of purple, red, and orange, sapping Thunderlane of his remaining will.
“M… Mistress?” Thunderlane muttered out. His mind, already exhausted from two orgasms, quickly crumbled against the enchantment that was rapidly infecting his very soul.
“That’s right,” Cloudchaser cooed, leaning in a little closer and bringing a hoof up to caress his chin. “Mistress Cloudchaser…”
Her trapped friend’s eyes had already begun to reflect her own, flooding with vibrant concentric circles of color that flowed out from his pupils like ripples in a lake. The dopey smile he had before again took root on his face as his mind plummeted deep into trance. All he could think of was how good his earlier hypno session felt, and how exhausted he was after not one but two mares had their way with him. Besides, this might lead to the “mindless slave” thing, which Thunderlane accepted wholeheartedly. The last thought in his head was how awesome this night was going.
“Yes…Mistress Cloudchaser,” he mumbled, fully under her spell.
Cloudchaser let her eyes return to normal, her work done for now. Her gaze shifted to Flitter, who had slithered back into the room, her face now totally clean of Thunderlane’s essence.
“You’re back? Took ya long enough,” Cloudchaser pointed out. “You missed all the fun.”
“I could hear your ‘fun’ all the way up to my bedroom,” she retorted. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?”
Cloudchaser chuckled. “Oh, Flit, you know me, I could never hurt little Thundy. Trust me, he had the time of his life. I have to ask, though, why were you in your room?”
Flitter could no longer hide her playful smile.
“Well,” she drew the word out languidly, “while I was washing myself, I was thinking of some hypnotic shenanigans that we could have that weren’t sexual.”
Cloudchaser snorted in dismissal. “Pff, lame!”
“Let me finish! So I go up to my room, and I get my maid costume from last Nightmare Night…”
Cloudchaser’s eyes lit up. “Not lame!”
Flitter slithered back into the kitchen, retrieving the costume where she had hidden it out of sight. She didn’t know that Thunderlane would be entranced when she got back, and figured
that it should only be revealed at the right moment.
“Do you think this will even fit him?” she asked, giving the costume one last look over.
Her sister snickered wildly. “Only one way to find out!”
Flitter and Cloudchaser had taken up positions on the sofa, settling into their own respective beds of coils. They leaned in conspiratorially, whispering and giggling in anticipation.
The sudden sound of hoofsteps on tile echoed out from the kitchen. “Shh, shh, here he comes!” Flitter snapped her gaze to the entrance.
Thunderlane walked out with a platter full of hay chips balanced between his wings, the white Prench maid uniform holding fast against his body. The lacey cap sat on top of his two-tone mohawk, completing the ensemble.
“Oh. My. Celestia.” Cloudchaser’s face split into a grin.
“Would the mistresses like anything else?” Thunderlane said in a chipper tone, stopping next to the sofa. His glazed-over eyes and thoughtless smile reflected the lack of will in his empty head as he obeyed the whims of his mistresses. Each step he took serving them sent waves of electric pleasure down his spine, and he was totally unable to resist the hypnotic power that currently dominated his mind.
“Thanks, Thundy,” Flitter said, taking the platter and setting it between her and her sister. “I’m a little thirsty now. Could you go make me a mango smoothie?”
“Right away, Mistress Flitter.”
With that, Thunderlane gave a dignified bow, turned around, and headed back into the kitchen. Cloudchaser was able to hold herself back from doubling over in laughter, but it was a very close call. Never in her whole life had she seen her friend as he was now.
“How long do you think we should keep him like this?” Flitter asked her sister. Though, Flitter had to admit, Thunderlane did look extremely cute in that maid outfit. The way it fit tightly on his muscular withers, accented his naturally gray fur, and how it rode up against his chiseled flank.... perhaps Flitter would see if he had a Saturday night free to go to the pictures or something with her later.
“Eh, don’t worry about it for now,” Cloudchaser responded, slithering across the cushions to plunge her face into the pile of delicious hay chips. “Boy, I’ll tell ya, I’m going to miss it when this spell wears off.”
“Yeah, me too,” Flitter nodded. “But don’t forget, Cloudchaser, we still have some snake oil left.”
“Yeah, but I think we should save it for a rainy day. I mean, it’s not like somepony is going to steal it…”
