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.