Secret Mission Of Silence
I love my job at the Pet Store, except for one thing: I hate my customers. It's not an evil I wish they were dead sort of hate, it's an Oh Celestia I wish I didn't have to deal with them sort of hate. Every time I have to interact with one of my customers I can't help but to make everything awkward. I make jokes to break the ice (terrible ones), I sweat uncontrollably, I don't take criticism very well, and above all:
I don't flirt.
My job is not a speed dating session, it is work. I don't feel like sharing interests with other ponies just so they can try and get me into their bed if our personalities seem compatible. Why does every conversation with certain ponies somehow leave them expecting you to have sex with them? It makes me cringe, some ponies are more disgustingly direct with their advances that it makes me want to hurl.
I don't like ponies touching me. How much more so would I not like us touching and rubbing up against each other, not to mention inserting ourselves together like a worm penetrating an apple. I don't even know how to find where the vagina is on certain mares. Sure, I've masturbated by myself but it's mostly just to relieve stress. I've seen stallions, they're all meh. I've seen mares, they're all meh. True love is caring about another pony, if you care about me enough then you should be fine with us being just friends.
Sometimes other ponies ask me: "What gets you off?" And I always give them the same direct answer. "My hooves." Then they stare at me as if I was joking, then ask the next question, which is almost always: "So... you're in love with your hooves? Do you have a hoof fetish?" I shake my head, and then if they're persistent enough, they'll ask the next question. "What team do you play for?" After pausing a bit, I answer. "I don't play those kind of sports."
I love how ponies look at you creepily because you're not having sex. Why is being a virgin so bad? I am not going to lose my virginity just for the sake of it. I treasure the fact that I have never exchanged bodily fluids with another pony in that way. Sure, I make friends, but eventually they try and set you up with somepony else, or themselves.
I need a vacation
I can go someplace else, pretend to make friends and then when they try to fuck me I can leave and never see them again. Sure, it's cruel but it's necessary. It's necessary to preserve my sanity. I've taken other types of vacations, vacations from my mind. I take a lot of anxiety pills, and allergy medicine, and sometimes cheese puffs. CHEESE PUFFS ARE MY MEDICINE DEAL WITH IT! Surely, I haven't been prescribed Cheese Puffs, but I take them over the counter. Or in supermarket terms, from the potato chip aisle
"Oh? So you take food from supermarkets? You're not on such moral high ground." I bet somepony would say. "No! I pay for them!" I would shout, or want to, because I usually lower my voice when I'm being criticized. So... I could vacation from myself, take a little extra anxiety pills and go to sleep for 15 hours. But. I need to get out and do something... If I was with my parents that's what they'd say. "Go out and do something!" Then I'd complain to myself and sit on the back porch for five minutes and then come inside.
Nothing's changed since then. I try to tell myself I'm not a conservative, but I've feared change ever since I was a foal. I never change my order, I never change my mind, I'm a stubborn mule. Well I can leave Ponyville without anypony telling me to! Just watch me! So, I pack my things; I pack light because I don't plan to stay there long. Pick a simple conservative destination... Shut up. Appleloosa. I can go there, catch a rodeo, drink my weight in cider and then leave. That's vacation enough.
I slowly open the door to the outside, leaving my home and place of business. I quickly check if I have all of my suitcases, looks good, I'm pretty sure I have everything. I look around slowly to avoid walking on the street close enough that other ponies will start a conversation. I duck my head and run, I stumble a few times but thankfully I don't trip. I must be careful, if I trip somepony will talk to me and help me up. That's the last thing I want.
I slow down just for a moment, avoiding eye contact with other ponies like the plague. I gather my stuff so it won't fall over when I start running again. I dart my eyes quickly along the group, examining the hooves of other ponies. No, not in that way. I look carefully to make sure no hooves will be able to trip me once I sprint to the train station. Okay, I can do this. The train station is only a several hundred hoofsteps away at this point.
I dash towards the train station, still keeping an eye on the fleeting hooves of other ponies. I stop, gasping for breath. Crap I hope nopony saw me... I check the watch on my forehoof and start trotting away again as soon as I catch my breath. The only pony I should be talking to is the pony I'll be handing my ticket to. I come to a halt as I arrive at the ticket booth. I give an awkward smile to defer conversation as I hand the gray stallion my ticket.
"Where are you headed?" He asks. Really? I think to myself. It says it right on the ticket.
"Appleloosa." I grumble. One pony isn't so bad. At least this will be short.
"Excited for the big rodeo?" He continues, much to my chagrin.
"You betcha." I say affirmatively. I then casually walk into the train to end the useless conversation. "Thank Celestia that's over..." I say to myself before sitting in the most unoccupied, dingy and disgusting booth I could find to deter any gossip ponies that would want to sit next to me and talk about horseshoes and love lives. Low and behold, a yellow stallion shows up and sits across from me. I stare out the window and pray that he doesn't start a conversation.
"Hi." He smiles. "Name's Braeburn."
Aw shit.
Rodeo's Not The Only Thing
Sorry, more buildup in this chapter. No clop just yet. Lot's of hypnosis though. Sorry to disappoint.
Monotone sunk himself into the booth, trying to avoid the inevitable. He sighed before replying with the formal greeting that had to be said, it would be much more socially acceptable then what was currently running through his mind. "I'm Monotone." He grumbled, shyly extending his hoof.
"Well it sure is nice to meet ya!" Braeburn replied happily, shaking his hoof. "I haven't seen ya around Appleloosa, I would assume you're going there for the rodeo."
Monotone nodded. "Yep. Just the rodeo." He hoped this conversation would end soon, he swears he's allergic to these kind of things.
"The rodeo's not the only thing in town." Braeburn smiled. "There's lots of good looking mares too, bet you'd like to spend an evening with one of them?"
Monotone shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not really into mares." He hated saying this to ponies, but he hoped the awkwardness might tip the conversation to something else.
Braeburn beamed at Monotone's response. He had already taken a liking to Monotone, and it was good to know he might have a chance of eventually sleeping with him. There's too much of his own family around Appleloosa, and things tended to get a little awkward. "Do you have a place to stay? If not you can come stay with me at my home since I already live there." Braeburn said eagerly. "We could sure have some fun, I can show you all the things to do out here."
Monotone pondered his offer. He had already rented a cheap broken down shack on the far outskirts of the city, but it did seem like he could be decent friends with this colt for the time being. After all he'd only be in town for a few days. "Sure. I'll stay with you. But only for a couple of days. Just don't have any mares over."
Braeburn laughed, looking at Monotone suggestively. "Oh I'm not into mares..."
Monotone gulped. "What?" He said in shock, before the train arrived at Appleloosa station. He couldn't take back his offer, not now. But how was he going to avoid his unwanted advances without seeming harsh or mean? Dealing with a mares advances was one thing, you could just pretend you're gay. But actually doing the gay thing was very different. He had already said he wasn't into mares. That obviously was a mistake.
Braeburn smiled. "Come on Monotone, let me to show you to my place." He beamed, dashing off the train.
Monotone gasped not far behind him. "Uh... how about we get some dinner first."
Braeburn looked at the big clock on the saloon and looked back at Monotone jokingly. "It's 2:43."
Monotone tripped up nervously and face-palmed himself in his head when he heard that. "A late lunch? I didn't really get to eat."
Braeburn laughed. "Well why didn't you order something on the train?"
"I don't have any bits..." Monotone lied.
"Well then, why does your hoofbag jingle when you walk?" Braeburn said slyly.
Monotone sighed. "Well you know what they say about rail line food..."
Braeburn poked an eyebrow up curiously. "What do they say about it?"
"Bad things. Lots of bad things." Monotone said nervously.
Monotone was running out of lies, he hoped after the last one that Braeburn would just take him some place to eat already. He was quickly exhausting all possible options of avoiding sex with this colt... and he knew they'd have to go to bed soon.
"Well alright. We can eat at the saloon, I hear they're doing a hypnosis show at 3:00." Braeburn said excitedly. "Traveling hypnotists don't come here very often, now might be our only chance."
Monotone sweat nervously, he secretly knew all about hypnosis. If a pony had a powerful enough spell, or a magical artifact, he could enchant a pony to do almost anything, even something as blatantly sexual as fucking the hypnotist right in front of the audience. When you were under the hypnotists spell, you were their slave and did whatever they said.
Even though he knew the dangers of it, he did always want to try it to see what it was like. He always knew that it would be the only slightly sexual thing he'd be interested in. He always wanted to take a vacation from himself, his mind, to forget about everything. Well, being hypnotized would give him that chance.
Monotone nodded. "Alright, I'll do it... But if I fuck somepony while under, it doesn't count."
"What do you mean?" Braeburn asked curiously.
"I'm a virgin." Monotone shuffled his hooves shamefully in response.
"Alright, if you're up for it... Let's get you hypnotized." Braeburn said gleefully, before busting open the doors to the saloon. A few colts at the bar were very happy to see him.
Monotone blushed awkwardly in response to all the erections in the room. "So... you know these ponies?"
Braeburn nodded. "I've slept with a few of them."
Monotone stared at the flanks of these ponies, noticing most of their cutie marks were apple themed. "Err... aren't these ponies like your cousins or something?"
"Cousins, uncles, grandfathers, brothers, if there's a male relative of mine I've bucked 'em pretty hard." Braeburn said pridefully. "Us apples are known for inbreeding. It's why our family is so big."
Monotone laughed and changed the subject to appease the awkward situation. "Hey look there's still some seats left in the front row."
"Can we sit next to eachother?" Braeburn asked, giving the cutest puppy dog face he could muster.
"Fine." Monotone said, rolling his eyes and sat in the front row.
"Ladies and gentlecolts... please put your hooves together for the traveling hypnotist from Haystonia, Drooling Daze!" said the lime green announcer pony with an orange mane.
Everypony clapped except Monotone, who was more afraid than anything.
"Welcome Appleloosa to my famous Mind over Morals hypnotism showcase." Drooling Daze said, the audience slightly transfixed on his long sparkling gray mane and horn. His red and yellow spotted coat also captured the attention of the audience, as did his cutie mark, which had the appearance of a teardrop with an orange spiral inside of it.
"Now I'd like to have a few volunteers from the audience." Drooling Daze said, smiling mischievously.
Monotone gulped, before Braeburn grabbed onto his hood and pulled his hand up. Truthfully, Braeburn knew exactly what this hypnotist show would be about, and hoped to see Monotone in a few compromising situations. Maybe afterwards he could learn a few things from Drooling Daze on how to hypnotize him, assuming he was suggestible enough.
Drooling Daze put his hoof on his chin curiously and pointed to random members of the audience, including Monotone. "You two, come up to the stage." The other participant, Derpy also came up to the stage.
Monotone could feel his knees getting weak as he lifted himself up from the chair. He trotted onto the stage with a nervous smile, finally relaxing a bit as he stood on the stage, looking at Braeburn cheering him on.
"Now, keep your attention focused on my watch as it swings back and forth." Drooling Daze said, as Derpy's eyes had already begun to droop. The watch, which was a beautiful sparkling Gold in the shape of an apple, swung carefully back and forth. Monotone stayed focused on the center and made sure his eyes followed the watch carefully.
Monotone wasn't feeling any different, when suddenly the center of the watch began to change and swirl with magical rings of color. Suddenly Monotone's eyes became heavy and his mouth hung freely as he continued to focus on it.
"Yes, relax." The hypnotist droned. "Feel all of your thoughts sink into the watch... the watch overwhelming your mind so much that it makes any and all thoughts parish into it."
Derpy's eyes began to settle on the watch and focus as one, her thoughts changing from muffins, to muffin watches, until the only thing filling her head was the watch. She was almost deeply hypnotized. Monotone was still staring intently at the watch, his anxieties slowly slipping away. His pupils shrunk and he noticeably relaxed, almost completely under the spell of the hypnotist.
"Sleep but remain fully focused on my words." Drooling Daze said, carefully forcing Monotone and Derpy's heads down so they went deeper into their trance.
"All the way down now, your minds becoming empty and obedient. Fully responsive to my words. You can relax fully now, let go of all your inhibitions. There will be no consequences or repercussions from your actions. You will be my fully obedient slaves willing to do anything I tell you."
Monotone's penis grew noticeably stiff, and captivated the attention of the audience. Braeburn gasped and drooled slightly, his mouth hanging ajar as he took a picture. "Oh, I'm saving this." Braeburn smiled.
"Now open your eyes but remain fully focused on my words." Drooling Daze commanded, the two participants obeyed, fully hypnotized. A couple hypnotized members of the audience also obeyed.
"Now Silver one, I am going to give you this knife and I want you to stab the purple maned colt 3 times in the stomach when I tell you too." Drooling Daze smiled sadistically, handing Derpy a carrot. "Now what will you do with the knife?"
"Stab the purple maned colt 3 times in the stomach." Derpy said robotically.
"Now purple maned one..." Drooling Daze said, placing his hoof on Monotone's chest. "Instantly when the knife touches your stomach 3 times your heart will stop, and it won't start again until I place my hoof on your chest like this. Do you understand?"
Monotone nodded.
"Okay Silver, stab him!" Drooling Daze commanded. The audience gasped in horror. Derpy lunged at Monotone and pierced Monotone 3 times in the stomach with the carrot. Despite it barely making a mark, Monotone's heart stopped and he stopped breathing entirely.
"Nurse Redheart? Why don't you come up from the audience and check Monotone's pulse." Nurse Redheart complied and as soon as she got onto the stage, placed her hoof against Monotone's neck to check his pulse.
"He's dead." Nurse Redheart said sadly.
Braeburn fainted and a larger male colt took his camera.
"Calm down. I can bring this dead colt back to life with just the touch..." Drooling Daze pounded his hoof against Monotone's chest and he gasped, before falling instantly back into trance. "...Of a hoof."
The audience applauded and cheered madly in response.
"That's all for the show. Come see me in Fillydelphia tomorrow." Drooling Daze said, bowing to the audience. He then made sure all participants woke up content and relaxed.
Braeburn got up from his seat. "What? That's it! I wanted to see some action!" Braeburn growled, before Monotone came back to his seat, clutching his head with his hoof.
"Do you have any idea what happened? My heart is beating out of my chest." Monotone said groggily.
"Oh, you were dead for like two minutes." Braeburn said, uninterested. "And my camera's gone."
"What?!" Monotone yelled.
"Dead. As in not breathing, heart stopped, dead." Braeburn said, rolling his eyes.
"Well... I have to go freshen up." Monotone said traumatized, and then trotted quickly to the bathroom.
Braeburn sighed. Then looked around and saw the watch on the stage floor. "I've got to go get that watch."
Renovations and Locked Doors
Wow, I can't remember anything from that hypnotist show... Braeburn said I died for a few minutes, but I don't really think that's true. A couple colts in the tavern complemented me on my wang, which was incredibly awkward and hard to deal with. I know I enjoy spacing out and relaxing every now and then, but knowing that I happened to have a raging boner throughout the entire experience is not very comforting.
It's like none of them even realize that I was pretty much unconscious just about the entire time I had said boner, and it's not like sexual arousal is voluntary. Anyway, Braeburn was really nice in letting me spend my vacation at his house in Appleloosa. I just have to hold on to my sanity just in case the coltcuddler tries to put the moves on me. Needless to say, one of us is sleeping on the couch.
"So what do you think Mono?" Braeburn asked, smiling and waving his hoof around.
"It's nice..." I said awkwardly. Not being one to express my true feeling out in the open, I really felt like the pornographic artwork of his male relatives hanging on the wall was a bit much, as well as the almost exclusively apple-themed decor, but I'm not one to judge.
Braeburn sighed. "Come on, don't be so dadgum shy. Ain't nopony gonna judge you here." He said, putting his hoof around my shoulder.
My eyes darted in the other direction in surprise. "Well... your place could use some renovation, not to mention your hoof is on my shoulder."
Braeburn blinked in surprise. "It's just a nice gesture, you know very well what my intentions are." He crooned, moving his head unconfortably close to mine.
I backed away startled, then ran to the nearest room I could find with a lock, and shut the door. Braeburn sounded upset. "Oh, come on I was just joking. Please come out I won't do it again until your ready." He whined.
Until I'm ready? I thought. Wow, he still persists with his ungodly affections towards me. I look around the room, eying a condom on the floor next to the sink, I scream and kick it away.
"Huh?" Braeburn said. "What's the matter?" He asked genuinely.
"Nothing!" I say breathing heavily, opening my tightly closed eyes and staring into the mirror. What is it? Is it the hair? Is it the eyes? Was it something I said? I stare into my own emerald orbs and try to analyze what's wrong with my appearance. "It's the hair..." I say quietly before running my hooves wildly through my mane.
Braeburn came to the door and knocked. "Seriously Mono, what is it?" He said impatiently.
"I-" I stammered before pausing. Should I tell him the truth? Will he kick me out if I say I'm not into colts that way... what if he only invited me here to have sex with him? I sighed. I guess I can still go to that dingy shack I rented in the first place. I inhale slowly, before facing the locked door and dramatically placing my forehooves against it. "I'm not a coltcuddler!" I yell. I then exhale and fall to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh I'm sorry." Braeburn said, scratching his head. "On the train you said you weren't into mares so I guess I got the wrong idea. You can come out now... I won't do it again." He said.
I wipe a tear from my eye and open the door. He greets me with a nervous smile and a hug. I wince.
"Oh, sorry." He says, quickly releasing me from his embrace.
"That's okay." I say, wiping another tear from my eye. "You were just being a friend..."
"We can be friends, right?" Braeburn asked.
"Absolutely." I say, smiling.
"I guess I should cook some dinner then." Braeburn said smiling. "Do you like to eat apples?" He said seductively.
I shake my head in surprise at what I just heard. "What?" I say shockingly.
"Oh..." Braeburn said awkwardly. "I mean... I'm making apples for dinner do you want some."
"Sorry, I wasn't sure what you said." I said, pausing for just a moment. "Raw apples?"
Braeburn shook his head. "Nope, Apple spaghetti with fried apple hayballs with an apple puree marinara sauce. Also cooked apples with cinnamon as a side dish."
"Wow. That sounds amazing." I said happily. "I didn't even though you could make all of that with just apples, I'm used to hay, wheat flour, and tomatoes."
"So you cook Mono?" Braeburn asked. "Seems like something a mare would do very well."
"Yeah... I worked at a lot of restaurants before settling down at the pet shop." I explained.
"But I thought your special talent was music?" Braeburn asked, pointing to my whole note cutie mark.
"Well it is but I haven't been able to perform enough to really make money off of it... I'm much too shy about performing."
Braeburn frowned. "That's too bad..." Braeburn said before perking up slightly. "I know something that could help with your anxiety."
"Is it pills?" I asked. "'Cause I take pills and they don't really do much..." I ramble on. "If it's drinking I'm not really technically of age yet..."
"Nope." Braeburn interrupted before smiling and taking a gold apple shaped watch out of his overalls. "It's this."
My cheeks began to flush with embarrassment as I quickly hid my rising stallionhood. "No, no, no." I said shaking my head. "I'm sorry but after that show it's pretty obvious that my body is way too into the idea of being hypnotized by somepony."
"I would never take advantage of a friend." Braeburn said smiling genuinely. "It's just for performance anxiety."
"Okay... wait a minute. Is that the same watch from that hypnotist show?" I asked curiously.
"What? No way!" Braeburn said hiding the watch. "I would never steal a watch with such magical properties."
I eyed Braeburn carefully. "Good... because I don't want to be hypnotized like that, a magical artifact like that could bypass free will and make me do anything." I explained.
"Oh don't worry, this is just a normal watch." Braeburn said as he dangled the watch in front of my face. "Now listen to my words..."
Author's Note
Sorry about taking so long to write this chapter, and sorry for making you wait until the next chapter for hypnosis again. I've learned that if I want to write a story based on my fetish or any clopfic for that matter I have to set up a plot first, otherwise the story will suffer.
