Moon Dancing in Twilight's mind
Twilight Sparkle trotted down the sterile and pristine streets of Canterlot. The grey cobblestone of the road was illuminated by an orange glow as Celestia’s magnificent sun teetered precariously on the edge of the horizon. She had received a letter from Moon Dancer two days ago, asking if the fair princess was willing to come down to Canterlot for an evening to let Moon Dancer treat her to dinner. The letter also mentioned Moon Dancer having a new spell that she’s like to demonstrate, which made Twilight really salivate. It was like having cake and eating it too: continuing to rebuild her friendship, AND geek out over magic with somepony who admired the field just as much as she did. The only way it could be any better was if they had a two-person book club meeting! The letter also mentioned that they would probably go to dinner first, and, given the very high class that permeated Canterlot’s cuisine, Twilight had to be dressed for the occasion. As such, the princess had adorned with a gold dress with pink flaps and floral patterns on it, with matching yellow horseshoes and a star shaped necklace that rested over dress itself. While the colors were normally very loud and flashy, Rarity had managed to give it a subdued and unobtrusive look that Twilight thought would be perfect for a night out on the town.
The sun finally was guided over the horizon as Twilight approached Moon Dancer’s humble home, and she was relieved to see that the place looked significantly better than her last visit. It still wasn’t anything to write home about, especially compared to the cultured homes that lined the road, but it was an assuring sign that Moon Dancer had indeed been getting out of her house more. With a smile, Twilight approached the door and gave three quick knocks. She was admittedly a hit nervous, as it had been several months since she had last seen her, but she was sure it was nothing she couldn't handle.
Unbeknownst to Twilight, Moon Dancer was currently indulging in a dark secret pleasure of hers, one that would ruin her if it came to light. It was an insidious practice, one that, unknown to both parties, Twilight would find herself caught up in…
"Oh, Little Bunny Fru Fru, you're so silly!" Moon Dancer giggled as her eyes raced across the pages of "Fru Fru Goes to Prison," the latest in the series. However, her eyes shot wide open when the raucous noise of a hoof rapping her front door filled the air of her meager abode. She quickly levitated the book underneath the sofa; Moon Dancer couldn't risk Twilight seeing any evidence of her love for little talking bunnies.
Satisfied that the foals' book was out of sight, Moon Dancer hopped off her cushion and cantered quickly to the front door. She wasn't expecting Twilight for another hour or so. When Twilight said she'd be there at sunset, Moon Dancer hadn't anticipated her being there literally the instant Princess Luna raised the moon. Still, if she was anything, Moon Dancer was a quick thinker; she'd still be able to pull off her "surprise." She had to stifle her rambunctious giggling before she opened the front door.
"Twilight it's..."
Moon Dancer's voice trailed off. By Celestia, Twilight looked GORGEOUS! Her dress radiated warmth and friendliness, lapping gently in the cool Canterlot breeze. A star shaped jewel held fast to her trunk-like neck, fitting for a sorceress, Moon Dancer thought. Her bespectacled eyes gravitated upwards, drinking up Twilight's flowing mane, strings of purple and pink straying out of their neat witch's streak as it swayed gently in the wind. Twilight wasn't simply beautiful, she was regal. Even beyond her dress, Moon Dancer noticed that she stood tall and proud, completely relaxed yet full of confidence. It was a stark contrast from the dorky little filly Moon Dancer fell in love with in magic school.
Moon Dancer shook her head. No, not love, it was just a little crush. Nothing more, nothing less. That was ages ago, and although Twilight was doing her best to rebuild their bond, that particular bridge had long since burned.
"...You look nice," Moon Dancer finally replied, having shook herself out of her stupor. "I'm sorry, I haven't changed out of my sweater or brushed my mane. I thought that you'd be arriving just a little bit later."
"Moon Dancer, it's so good to see you again!"Twilight exclaimed before pulling her into a snuggly embrace that Moon Dancer wasn't used to receiving yet. "Sorry for being on time. I just try to be punctual when I can!"
"Please, come inside, it's chilly out here," Moon Dancer said, gently breaking the embrace and stepping off to the side of the doorway, extending a hoof to invite Twilight inside.
Twilight gleefully trotted into the warm interior of the house, letting the air bring comfort to her chilled snout. "I'm... sorry if I look a bit TOO nice,” Twilight said, glancing back at Moon Dancer’s rather disheveled appearance. “It’s the curse of having a fashion designer for a friend... If it were up to me, I'd probably have come here in a sweater myself."
"Heh heh, think nothing of it," Moon Dancer replied as she shut the door and fastened the latch to prevent it from blowing open. In the process of repairing the hole Twilight left on her first visit, Moon Dancer had broken the door knob and had to use more...primitive...methods. Much to her dismay, carpentry turned out to be a lot different from magic. "Please have a seat anywhere you'd like."
The pair walked into the main living room, stepping from plain tile to plush carpet. The air inside was warm and toasty, heated by a flickering fire in the central fireplace. Though Moon Dancer's rekindled social life gave her the pride she needed to try and keep her home clean, it was still crammed to the ceiling with musty old tomes and scrolls. Living in Canterlot was expensive, and Moon Dancer couldn't afford anything more spacious with her university stipend. Still, it was home, and Moon Dancer made sure to clear out enough space for Twilight's surprise later tonight.
"I'm sorry if I implied I didn't want to see you so soon," Moon Dancer continued as she hopped onto an old second-hoof sofa. The cotton upholstery had definitely seen use, and a large stitch ran down the center cushion. Moon Dancer thought it was perhaps the result of a unicorn foal rough-housing with a sharp horn, but she never paid it much mind when the previous owner offered it for only 20 bits. "It's just that the place I was thinking of going to requires reservations, and ours is still an hour and a half away. Well, we're adults, we can entertain ourselves. Besides, I still have that spell I wanted to show you."
Twilight climbed up onto the nearby cushioned stool, the rectangular indent in the center telling her that Moon Dancer had been recently using it as another place to stack her books. Twilight took no offense; she had been there plenty of times before.
"You sure sounded excited about this spell in your letter” She said, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. “I'd be lying if I didn't say it kept me up last night thinking about what it might be. I was going to TRY and see if I could squeeze some hints out of you during dinner, buuuut... if you think an hour and a half is enough time, I really am dying to see it!"
"Alright," Moon Dancer said, hopping off her seat and going over to her desk, levitating a loose sheet of paper. "So, I've been thinking about what you taught me about Haycartes Method. Essence destruction and reconstruction, all that jazz."
Streams of pink and blue light began to erupt from Moon Dancer's horn, slowly spiraling around her to envelop the mare. It was as if she was becoming encased in a cocoon of light, obscuring her form from the outside world.
"It got me thinking...why not focus on essence using the paper world as a medium?"
Moon Dancer's voice sounded tinny through her magical veil. It began to stretch out, curving downwards towards the page. With massive weight, the stunning light poured into the page, coming to life within as lines of ink magically manifested the familiar form of Moon Dancer, barring some "stylistic" changes.
“What do you mean?” Twilight asked inquisitively. She wasn’t quite sure where Moon Dancer was going with this.
"I was delving into Tome Theory, and you probably know that the reason why books are great as spellcasting mediums is because writing carries the magic of the writer," said the paper unicorn, her voice crystal clear through the page as she spoke, barring only the subtle scratching sound that resembled quill on parchment.
An eraser and pencil levitated off the desk, encased in a yellow glow that was quite unlike Moon Dancer's own signature color.
"I realized that while in this form, one can make modifications without violating the law of soul conservation. It took a while to figure out a workaround, but I was able to use a clever application of Dewdrop's Delaying charm with Spellward's Sovereign Scribble."
The eraser pressed itself against the paper Moon Dancer's rear, and then began to rub back and forth. It erased everything below the bottom of her sweater, making Moon Dancer wince. It wasn't painful, but it felt incredibly uncomfortable. Relief came when the pencil began to draw her substitute; it traced a long, flowing curve on the paper, before doubling back and mirroring itself to converge with the paper mare.
"Then, it simply becomes a matter of using Haycartes Method in reverse...and..."
Light once more erupted from Moon Dancer's horn, making her drawn outline shimmer with light. The return process was much faster since it was extrapolating a 2D entity to 3D space, and the glowing outline lifted itself off the page, filling itself in with color and widening to return Moon Dancer to a physical form in mere moments. She shook her head; the process was always disorienting, but her spell was successful. Turning back on herself, she saw that she had given herself a huge serpentine tail now sprawled messily on the dusty wooden floor.
"Well, what do you think?" Moon Dancer said, turning back to Twilight, a look of confidence on her face, her pupils not slits just like a serpent’s.
Twilight's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Oh my goodness! That is... That's amazing, Moon Dancer!" She leapt up from the couch and up to her, poking her hoof at the scales. She felt a twinge of fear from Moon Dancer’s serpentine form, but it was overridden with the excitement of a breakthrough in the arcane arts. "You... you've even managed to fully replicate the texture of what you envisioned!" She scurried over in front of the mare and looked her in the eyes. "Even right down to your eyes! You didn't just pull what you drew out of the page, you quite literally discovered a means to alter your form to what you willed it to be! Incredible!" Twilight's eyes glimmered with excitement.
Moon Dancer was a little taken aback, and her scaly tail recoiled at Twilight's touch. She wasn't used to this kind of adoration.
"Uuuh, thanks," she said flatly, before catching herself. "I mean...thanksssssss," she repeated, playing up her new form, letting her newfound forked tongue flick out. "Yeah, see, most traditional transformation spells require all sorts of complex biological measures, whereas this method requires simply clearly envisioning what you what when you draw a picture. I'm going to send a paper on it to the Royal Journal of Spellcraft, hopefully they'll publish it."
"Publish it!? If this doesn't make the front page of the Canterlot Crier, I don't know what will!" Twilight exclaimed. "What you've discovered... It's downright revolutionary! This could completely turn the current perspective of transformation spells and potions upside down!"
Moon Dancer's tail began to slowly slide around, rearranging itself to get more comfortable. One could easily see it leaving imprints on the musty carpet, leaving evidence of its massive weight on the very floor. Twilight tried to carefully step over each coil as it swerved around the room, trying to let Moon Dancer adjust to her new body.
"However, the spell is only as good as the artist, and frankly I'm artistically inept,” she continued. “I've tried to do other things, but half the time they come out like a jumbled mess. However, snakes are easy to draw, so I tend to stick with that form to test things. Are you still afraid of snakes? I still remember the day you found a garter snake in the garden of the magic academy. You must have jumped ten feet high!"
"Yeah... snakes," Twilight said as her expression soured a bit. "I mean, I'm not QUITE as afraid of them as I use to be, but they can still get under my skin. You should have seen this python my good friend Fluttershy brought in the other day. The way its eyes bulged out totally freaked me out," she said with a shudder.
She shook off her brief cold spell with a smile. "I'm fine with things like this though. After all, it's magic, and you're my friend!"
"Hmm," Moon Dancer murmured in thought, her hoof to her chin. "Actually, I think I can help with that. See, this spell actually goes beyond the physical. Like I said earlier, you're pretty much transcribing intent with this spell. If you imagine it, you can actually give the recipient special powers, as long as magic is conserved, of course. I haven't tried it with earth ponies or pegasi, but as a unicorn I can easily give myself relevant abilities."
Moon Dancer stretched herself out even further, bumping up against the towers of books that lined the room. She really needed to draw herself shorter next time, she thought. All the while Twilight could only try and continue to stifle her laughs as Moon Dancer's snake body made her messy abode even more of a pig sty. It was only natural to not be adjusted to her body, Twilight supposed.
"I actually based my depiction of the character from that one book, 'Daring Do and the Serpent's Curse.' Have you read it? It's typical adventure schlock, but still a pretty fun experience. Either way, I was imagining the half-pony half-snake villain while I readied the spell, and I was surprised to find out that I also gained her power of hypnosis. Now, she used it to enslave ponies, but I could theoretically use it to maybe lessen or eliminate your fear of snakes."
"What do you say, ever try some hypnotherapy?" Moon Dancer asked with a sly grin. She was already imagining just how good that silk dress Twilight was wearing would feel on her scales.
"Hypnotism?" Twilight's head tilted to the side slightly. She never really considered delving more into mind-altering magic, perhaps because all of her encounters with chaotic spirits and shape shifting brother stealers made her sour to the idea. "I uh... I suppose we could try I," she said with a hint of unease in her voice. "It's certainly not something I'm entirely confident in trying, but hey, that hasn't stopped any of my experiments before."
"Don't worry, Twilight," Moon Dancer reassured. "I mean, it'll certainly kill some time before we have to leave! Besides, we're friends, right? It's been a while since I've had friends."
She looked down at the floor in thought.
"I've missed having them, to be honest," she muttered.
Twilight suddenly felt the need to put on her best smile for Moon Dancer. She still wasn't totally excited for the idea, or whatever 'hypnosis' even felt like, but she trusted Moon Dancer, and she wasn't about to let an innocent experiment get in the way of restoring their bond of friendship.
"Well, we can stop the instant you feel uncomfortable, Moon Dancer continued. “Besides, this is the real world, not some fantasy book. I bet it'll be a lot different than you looking into my eyes and instantly being my slave. It'll probably be more relaxing than anything else, if it even works."
Moon Dancer was a little unsure if it would even work. She could make her eyes spiral in a mirror, but she had been unable to hypnotize herself. Then again, a sample size of one is never good science, and a part of her DID hope that it would work just like the book.
With a massive heave, she brought the thickest segment of her serpentine form right next to where Twilight was standing.
"Here, take a seat, I don't mind. I don't think you'll even need to take off your dress for this," she added.
Twilight shivered slightly as she took a seat on a segment of Moon Dancer's thick coils. Cold blooded certainly was the right word for the temperature of her new scale seat, but she kept smiling regardless, taking a deep breath and looking up and into Moon Dancer's eyes. “Let's give it a shot then! For science!"
Moon Dancer had to stop herself from biting her lip as Twilight sat down on her elongated midsection. Her golden dress made a heavenly barrier between Moon Dancer’s scales and Twilight’s plump pony posterior. That couldn't have been silk, Moon Dancer mused, that have to be genuine Cloudsdale cloudweave. Of course, being the Princess of Friendship probably meant that she could pull more than a few strings.
Moon Dancer move closer to Twilight, lowering her pony half until her front legs touched the floor. She still wasn't 100% used to a lamia form, and feeling her hooves on something solid kept her grounded. Besides, it gave her an excuse to stare into Twilight's beautiful, perfect purple eyes. Moon Dancer couldn't help but hesitate for just a moment, to drink them in. They were warm and gorgeous, and seemed to radiate pure happiness. They were the same eyes that Moon Dancer used to challenge to staring contests on the playground, just so she could look at them. Moon Dancer half thought that if she stared much longer, she'd be the one getting hypnotized here!
"It's actually really simple. I just will it to happen, and it happens," she began. With that, the blackness of her slit pupils began to slowly expand, completely obscuring her purple eyes. Slowly, a ring of pure ruby erupted from the center, creeping outwards towards the edge of her eyes before disappearing underneath her cream-colored fur. Then, another ring, this one purple, raced outwards followed closely by a blue one. Slowly but surely the rings picked up speed until they looked continuous, yet the pattern of red, purple, and blue never being broken.
"Just relax, Twilight," Moon Dancer added. "Relax and stare."
Twilight honestly didn't know what to expect from this point onward, all she knew was that, looking into Moon Dancer’s enchanting rings of color, she suddenly began to feel lighter. She didn't really know why; it just suddenly felt like all the weight of her body was getting removed like air from a balloon. What she couldn't know was that her own pupils that Moon Dancer stared at so longingly had shrunk, and after a mere few moments they began to mimic Moon Dancer’s.
"Hmm, looks like it does work," Moon Dancer muttered, without ceasing in her assault on Twilight's faculties.
"O....oh..... I-is this...." her body noticeably loosened as she lost her train of thought, leaning her head forward slightly at the wide array of mind-numbing colors. Twilight had slumped forward enough for her nose to touch Moon Dancer's snout, taking her by surprise. Her rings momentarily stopped, before resuming again as she regained her focus. Moon Dancer was going to recoil, but having Twilight's snout on her own felt nice. After a moment's pause, she decided to continue as she went nose-to-nose with her old friend.
As if in a dizzy spell, the room around Twilight began to blur and smear like a stain. Even her vision of Moon Dancer began to fade, though her eyes instinctively never took their sight away from Moon Dancer's eyes. Everything began to fade out... no, it wasn't fading out…the world was swirling... swirling so quickly that they all became singular colors, in a pool of pulsating rings.
"That's it," Moon Dancer whispered. "Relaxing and staring, staring and relaxing, just keep looking deeply into my eyes, Twilight. Look deeper and deeper...you want to look deeper and deeper...the deeper you look, the more you relax...the more you listen to my voice and relaaaaax..." she said, drawing out her words.
Twilight heard a voice. It was faint, but she could understand every word clearly. The sound of the voice made her shiver, not with fear, but with what could only be described as delight. She felt a heat around her muzzle, the warm breath of somepony else, and as the voice continued to lull her into this strange new world of colors. Her vision began to clear again, but only for the mare in front of her. It was as if Moon Dancer had pulled her into an entirely different dimension, where only the two of them and a sea of beautiful colors existed.
"M... Moon... D-dancer..." Twilight murmured in an unexpectedly longing voice as her mind sunk further. She knew this mare, why was she suddenly becoming so attached to her? It was different from attraction, rather Twilight felt a bond that seemed as natural as the universe itself. Moon Dancer was leading, and Twilight was following as if anything else was incomprehensible. However, that thought, like so many others, faded from her mind as quickly as it had formed, leaving an empty bliss in her pretty skull.
"That's it, just keep looking into my eyes and feeling relaxed, and listening to the sound of my voice. Let it guide you deeper, deeper into bliss. Deeper and deeper, that's the key here, deeper and deeper," Moon Dancer said. She had actually read up on hypnosis prior to this, and the books stressed a warm, soothing voice and repetition was the key to drawing the patient into trance. She didn't quite know how much translated to this particular style of mesmerization, but she figured that it was better than nothing.
Twilight's confusion and unfamiliarity slowly began to form into comfort and relaxation. This wasn't so bad, she thought before it wisped away into nothingness. She didn't know why anything was happening like it was, but something about all of this, about Moon Dancer, just made any hesitation she may have had a non issue. She was relaxed, and she wanted to go deeper, so very, very deep into this amazing feeling.
The tip of Moon Dancer's tail lightly brushed up against the bottom part of Twilight's dress, stroking Twilight's hind leg through the soft garment and trailing itself up to her haunches. It caressed the top of her tail, before curling around towards the front and stopping, resting in a "U" shape on Twilight's flanks and the small of her back, her dress forming the only barrier between the cream colored scales and violet fur.
"Twilight, listen to my voice...listen to it draw you deeper and deeper...I'm going to loop my tail around you. It's so light, so gentle, so safe...you are totally safe now...nothing can go wrong if you just go deeper and deeper..." Moon Dancer continued, not relenting on her induction for even a second.
A smooth, silky feeling began to arouse towards the bottom half of Twilight's body. Though the feeling was comforting, like a blanket. As if on cue, the bliss-bringing voice of Moon Dancer indulged her curiosity. Yes, that was it, Twilight thought, Moon Dancer's tail. She felt a need to get even closer to Moon Dancer, and being wrapped up safely in her tender embrace was exactly what she needed.
"D....deeper...." was all she was able to murmur, and all Moon Dancer needed to hear to understand exactly what Twilight was craving.
"That's it," Moon Dancer cooed. As she continued to gaze deeply into Twilight's eyes, her tail slowly curled around Twilight's front, trapping her forelegs up against her belly. Moon Dancer took a little bit of time to fully appreciate Twilight's contours, before her tail began to corkscrew around her body, beginning its second loop. The tail tip danced around the frills of her clothing, gracefully exploring Twiilight's body through her dress before enlacing it. Her tail once more came to the front, its cream-colored scales decorated with a sheen of orange light from the fading fire. With each passing minute, the room grew dimmer, with Moon Dancer's eyes being the only source of light. Her hypnotic lightshow lapped the room with subtle enchanting color, and bathed the entirely of Twilight's face with a mesmerizing glow.
The darkness and perception of time didn't mean a thing to Twilight anymore. The once confident and perky bookworm had left Canterlot behind, and instead chose to reside only where Moon Dancer was. She felt the smooth scales swerve around her helpess body, and rather than feeling cold like before, it instead felt more like a warm embrace. It was a surreal feeling, and one she welcomed in her addled state.
Twilight's dress was open from the front, as was typical Equestrian style, allowing Moon Dancer's tail to slip inside and stroke her belly. It snaked between her forelegs before lightly tracing circles in Twilight's fur, while Moon Dancer began to speak.
"Deeper and deeper...deeper and deeper...let my tail draw you deeper and deeper...the more my tail wraps around you...the more relaxed you feel...and the deeper you go...deeper into bliss..." Moon Dancer whispered as her tail retracted itself from Twilight's center and began to loop around her again.
The repetition of Moon Dancer's command began to sink in, as Twilight became as limp as a sock puppet, supported only by Moon Dancer's scales and welcoming snout. A small strand of drool escaped the mare's limp jaw, as she fell further and further away from any chance of resistance.
"D-deeper..." Was all she was able to murmur once again, even quieter than before. It took every little bit of Twilight’s remaining brainpower to even form that.
"Yesssssssss, Twilight," Moon Dancer said, her thin, forked tongue slipping out to tickle Twilight's lips. "Deeper...into bliss...deeper...so deep..."
Moon Dancer's tail continued its ascent, gliding effortlessly across Twilight's silken dress. The princess's forelegs were slowly pushed inwards as the base of Moon Dancer's coils grew thicker and thicker with each second. A third loop completely itself, then a fourth to completely smother Twilight's wings and forelegs. Only her neck remained now, and Moon Dancer was taking her sweet time running her tail through Twilight's deep purple mane. It stroked the back of her neck, before curling through the violet strands, acting as a scaly comb for the entranced mare. Moon Dancer noticed that Twilight's hair seemed electrified; both Celestia and Luna's tremendous magical power made their manes flow eternal, and Moon Dancer wondered if Twilight was approaching that level of power.
The pampering was more than Twilight's newly found bliss could handle. The princess let out an exhausted moan of delight, her eyelids drooping ever so slightly, but not far enough to stop the colors from flowing into her mind.
Her tail finished playing and slowly snaked itself upwards, between Twilight's ears onto her cranium, and lightly traced itself though her bangs before it curled to the side and fell down across her face, tucking itself neatly under her chin.
"There now...all wrapped up...all safe...and deep...you're such a good subject, Twilight...so relaxed...so blissful..." Moon Dancer whispered. All she needed to do was finish the job, and she knew exactly how.
"Twilight...listen to my voice...listen carefully...I'm going to kiss you...and when I kiss you...you will fall deeply...deeply into trance...deeper than ever before...so deep...so blissful...so mindless...your mind completely empty except for bliss and relaxation..."
With that, Moon Dancer tilted her head upwards, maintaining eye contact as she tenderly allowed her lips to touch Twilight's. She couldn't help but blush intensely; this had once been her dream, her fantasy, and now she was living it. She couldn't help but give Twilight a little squeeze, not tightly, but just enough to press her soft, pliable serpentine muscle into Twilight's slender body.
Her final command hit Twilight's deepest subconscious and sent a wave of pure bliss over her entire body. The feeling of Moon Dancer embracing her lips with a soft, loving kiss was something that Twilight had never experienced before. She couldn’t feel embarrassment, or worry, or fear, only sheer rapture from the hypnotic spell cleaning her mind and leaving it in a completely empty state. Right now that feeling of nothing was all she wanted, and all she needed.
As Moon Dancer fulfilled her childhood desire, she felt Twilight's lips curl upwards ever so slightly, while still accepting her warm kiss. She had done it. Twilight was all hers.
Her heart raced as Moon Dancer held the kiss for what seemed like ages. Her forked tongue timidly flicked inside, but always retreated at the last minute, as if afraid to go too far. She couldn't believe this was all happening, that this was real. Moon Dancer had to pry herself off Twilight to finally break her own focus.
Her eyes returned to normal from behind her black-rimmed glasses, her fur soaked with sweat. She stared in almost disbelief at the mindless pony trapped in her coils. Twilight was clearly in a total trance: the spirals in her eyes were racing, and her blank smile showed Moon Dancer that she was experiencing total, complete bliss right now.
"You...you don't know how long I've waited to do that," Moon Dancer finally said in between heavy breaths. "Ever...ever since the moment I saw you, that day at orientation all those years ago...Twilight...Twilight..."
Unable to stop herself, Moon Dancer attacked Twilight's face again, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her perfect round snootle, everywhere. All these years, all that bitterness, all she ever wanted was Twilight. Even at the height of her hatred and disillusionment, all she wanted was her. She hated Twilight, but those lonely nights when she cried herself to sleep, it was because she wasn't by her side, she wasn't there to kiss and make things all better. She'd fall asleep angry and bitter, asking over and over in her mind why Twilight didn’t want her. Now, though, that was eons away.
After Twilight's face was covered with warm pony slobber, Moon Dancer once more kissed Twilight's slightly parted lips. She was deeper this time, a bit more forceful, but still being very gentle. Her forked tongue extended and explored the entirety of Twilight's mouth, slipping between the gap between her incisors and molars, tasting her gums before coiling itself around Twilight's own tongue. Saliva dripped down Moon Dancer's chin before she found the will to stop. She broke the heavy make out and pulled herself back, heartily gulping Twilight's spit. She tasted divine.
"Wait a second, Twilight," Moon Dancer said, knowing full well that Twilight couldn't do anything else at the moment. With a mighty heave, Moon Dancer lifted Twilight off of her serpentine seat, spinning her around in the air to allow her coils to cover Twilight's hind legs. It was as if they were folding the dress over them, with Moon Dancer's coils expertly cupping the end of the dress as they cinched inwards. She began to slither across the floor, her tremendous snake muscle allowing her to carry Twilight as if she was weightless. She darted out of the den and down the hallway to her bedroom, almost breaking open the door with her speed.
"Where is it, where is it?" Moon Dancer muttered as her eyes scanned the room. She could have sworn...aha! There it was. Sitting on the leaning tower of books was the dress that she planned to wear for tonight's outing. It was a simple thing she bought from a budget tailor years ago, but its lack of use meant that it still looked as good as the day it was bought. Moon Dancer's horn lit up, levitating her sweater off and throwing it carelessly onto the ground. Her attention then turned to the dress; a black and purple sash style dress, made from simple cotton and satin, but it was more than enough for now. She slipped it on over her head, tightening the internal strap to cinch the dress now that she didn't have a pony tail to cover.
Moon Dancer looked in the cracked and dirty mirror hanging on the wall. The dress made her feel sexy, but there were still a few more touches to be made. She levitated her maneband off, letting her mane fall like water over her face. A quick toss of her head fixed that, the unicorn using her hoof to brush the remaining bit of mane behind her ear. Finally, she levitated her usual glasses off and put them carefully on the nightstand, before one of the drawers lit up with a violet aura. The drawer magically extended, and out floated another set of glasses, these ones made of pure gold with thin, flowing rims. She levitated the glasses onto her face, allowing the murky world to come back into focus. Moon Dancer received these glasses for her 18th birthday and they were her most prized possession. Well, after Twilight now.
Moon Dancer took a deep breath and looked into the mirror, the dress, combined with her let-down mane and glasses, made her feel sexy, made her feel powerful.
"Alright Twilight, what do you think?" Moon Dancer asked, a bit unsure if Twilight had the mental faculties to respond in her current state.
“Beautiful,” Twilight said in complete monotone, lending only enough mental faculties to answer the voice that boomed in her mind and reverberated through her very soul.
Moon Dancer smiled. She dreamed of the day that she'd hear those words. Even if she forced Twilight say them, it still brought joy to her face.
"Why thank you, Twilight," Moon Dancer said coyly. "You look lovely too. You FEEL lovely," she said as her coils gave Twilight another gentle squeeze. She reveled in the sensation of her coils on silk, pressing themselves into Twilight's soft flesh. Despite being a princess, her bookish life made her flanks just a tad bit softer than one would expect. She was by no means fat, just soft, and just the way Moon Dancer liked it.
"Now, I shall get my revenge for you abandoning me all those years," she said with a giggle. She was playing the part of the evil mistress from the Daring Do book, and having the time of her life. "But that's okay, because you like whatever I do to you. My voice guiding you...soothing you...commanding you...it all just feels so good...no?"
Moon Dancer slithered to the behind of Twilight's scaly cocoon, resting her chin on the top of Twilight's head, drinking deep in the scent of Twilight's blueberry shampoo. With her hooves, she began to gently trace little circles on Twilight's temples, with the tip of her tail combing itself through Twilight's mane.
Twilight's head leaned along with Moon Dancer's head as it rested on top of hers, gently swaying the princess left and right like a metronome. To the enraptured Twilight, her entire existence was leading up to this. As Moon Dancer said,she liked anything Moon Dancer would do with her. She was unable to protest.
"Repeat after me,” Moon Dancer continued. “It's okay to obey...it's okay to obey...everything's fun with Moon Dancer's in control..." she whispered.
"It's okay to obey..." Twilight repeated in a tired, happy tone. "It's okay to obey... Everything is fun with..." She stopped for a moment, letting out a little yawn. The gentle squeezes and hugs of Moon Dancer pressed hard against her lungs, and the blissful feeling of the trance, made it too hard to resist yawning, even in her state of mind. The mantra that she was repeating only further tenderized her mind, preparing it for absolute obedience. "...Moon Dancer in control..."
"Aww, is little Twily getting tired?" Moon Dancer said with a chuckle. "You can't sleep juuuust yet...after all, I'm in control, and I say you can't. And if I'm in control, that makes you my pet, hmm? But it's okay, being my pet is fun, but being a pet means you have to do everything your mistress says. Mistress Moon Dancer and her pet Twily, it's simply lovely," she cooed.
Twilight would have normally objected to being ordered around like this, but at that moment the attention was an honor for her. The playfulness of Moon Dancer's tone seemed to rub off on her as well, her mind following Moon Dancers like the colors in her mind commanded her to. "I want to be... a good pet... for my mistress..." she murmured.
"Oh you are," Moon Dancer cooed, letting her hooves droop down and playfully cup Twily's cheeks. "You're a good pet because you do whatever Mistress tells you to do, and say whatever she tells you to say. You do this because everything's fun when Moon Dancer's in control. Just let that phrase repeat in your head a little while."
Slowly, Moon Dancer's coils melted off Twilight, exposing the crimps and creases their squeezing caused in her dress. The loops still held fast around her stomach, but the entirety of her mane was now exposed. The only thing that remained was the end of Moon Dancer's tail wrapped snugly around Twilight's neck, eliciting a small gulp from her as it tightened snugly.
"My tail can be your collar. All pets need collars, and yours is so pretty. You love your collar, Twily, you love how it slides against your throat and reminds you that you are my pet."
Moon Dancer backed off a bit, slithering around to Twilight's front. She inspected the mesmerized mare, looking for anything else her pet needed.
"Aha! I know just what to do!" she exclaimed. "Twily, your mane is so pretty. Mistress loves it, so she thinks you need more. You love allowing your mistress to change you," she cooed. With a swish of Moon Dancer's horn, Twilight's mane began to glimmer, and, slowly, it began to grow out.
"Melange's Mane Menagerie," Moon Dancer said. I actually learned it when I was a foal, to get my mane to grow out to match yours. Isn't it funny how we find the most unexpected uses for spells?"
Moon Dancer continued to pour magic into Twilight's hair growth, letting her silky locks extend further and further downwards, until they tickled the coils around Twilight's gut. Moon Dancer couldn't help but laugh, Twilight's bangs now completely covered her eyes, the mild glow of the spirals pouring through the small gaps being the only way Moon Dancer knew Twilight was still entranced.
Twilight let out a small gasp of delight as her mane was engulfed by Moon Dancer's magic. Since she had regained some of her senses, she was able to react to the sensations that raced through her body. Her legs began to shake, as she let out soft moans of delight. The combination of the mane growth and pampering, and the feeling of the coil around her neck reminding her of her place, she was feeling a deep fire beginning to manifest itself within the void of her soul. It flickered as Moon Dancer’s mantra whispered in Twilight’s mind, wiping away all her inhibitions and filling her with a burning desire to serve her new mistress.
Moon Dancer could feel Twilight's body temperature rising though her scales. She couldn't blame Twilight, this was pretty hot, at least for Moon Dancer. Any little voice telling Moon Dancer to stop right now was overridden by just how drunk on power she was rapidly becoming. The power to completely control a pony’s mind, especially Twilight’s, was driving Moon Dancer into a craze.
"Silly little Twily," Moon Dancer cooed, slithering up close to Twilight's face. She gently brushed Twilight's bangs out of the way, revealing her still spiraling eyes.
"Listen to me, my pet," Moon Dancer said. "Earlier, I kissed you and sent you into this world of bliss. I'm going to kiss you again, and I want you to kiss back...no," she added, allowing her eyes to flow with mesmerizing color. "...I COMMAND you to kiss back..."
Moon Dancer tenderly allowed her lips to meet Twilight's, leaning into the make out. Her idle hoof played with Twilight's incredibly long mane, tossing it and weaving through it, feeling the incredible sensation of both silk AND hair along her foreleg. Around Twilight's belly and hind legs, Moon Dancer's coils began to squeeze tightly, pressing Twilight's silken dress deeply into her crevasses. The silk and flesh smushed together, contained by the unrelenting muscles trapped beneath Moon Dancer's equally smooth scales.
Twilight met Moon Dancer’s lips without hesitation, and let out muffled moans of delight into her mistress' mouth, sending a wave of vibration between their lips that only amplified the pleasure. Unlike Moon Dancer's initial hesitation, Twilight, in her mindless obedience, wasted no time in lashing her tongue out into Moon Dancer's mouth. She wanted to taste everything her mistress had to offer, because it was fun to her. Everything was fun with Moon Dancer in control.
The coils constricting her and shortening her breath was fun.
The silky feeling of her dress was fun.
Her elongated mane was fun.
The coils pressing themselves hard into her lower regions were SO much fun.
"M…m…m…more,” Twilight tried to speak in between her slurps of Moon Dancer's lips. She felt extreme bliss right now, and was teetering over an edge that her muddled mind wanted so desperately to cross.
That word was all the permission that Moon Dancer needed. The phrase pulled her trigger, and with it Moon Dancer would not hold back. Her wispy forked tongue shot deep into Twilight's mouth, tickling the top of her throat. Her coils squeezed with almost crushing force, pressing Twilight's dress deep between her compressed thighs. Through her scales, Moon Dancer could feel Twilight's very skeleton jabbing into her serpentine muscle. The lamia gripped Twilight's upper body tightly with both hooves, letting them pierce Twilight's draping mane. This moment was just completely, totally perfect; Moon Dancer lost in the throes of passion, completely dominating the mare the mare of her dreams.
Twilight's face was ignited like a fire pit. She couldn't breathe properly. She felt like some of her bones were about ready to break. But by Celestia, she did not care. She was in a state of deep entrancement that made every bit of passion lavished upon her feel like the blessings from a living goddess. Her mind screamed over and over with sheer ecstasy, a siren song that was burning Moon Dancer’s essence into Twilight’s very soul.
With one final burst, Moon Dancer squeezed as hard as she could, her eyes shooting open to blast Twilight's mind with hypnotic energy. As Moon Dancer was inches away from crushing Twilight’s insides, the rings did not further sink her mind into oblivion. Rather, they sent waves of unimaginable pleasure through the mare's body. The spell was directly feeding itself into the pleasure centers of Twilight’s brain, making her feel a joy that was physically incapable of being felt through natural means.
"M... Mist...s.... I... " The constriction against her body was too much to even allow Twilight to properly speak. Twilight trembled and shivered in Moon Dancer's grasp, letting out small squeals of pleasure as her mind burned brightly with sheer bliss.
Moon Dancer's eyes shut when she felt Twilight's shudder with a force that indicated only total satisfaction. She broke the kiss gently, tilting her head up and away, reveling in Twilight's orgasmic squirms. Every twitch reverberated within the scaly confines of Twilight's living bindings, sending a single, screaming message: Moon Dancer, after all these years, had given her old fiend the ultimate bliss. Finally, she was satisfied.
Moon Dancer's iron grip loosened, the fires of her passion subsiding to leave soft embers just like the flame in her fireplace. Her coils still held snug against Twilight's dress, but they were loose enough that their prisoner could breathe easily once more. After all, she'd definitely need oxygen; Twilight's body was still fidgeting from the lingering bliss. Moon Dancer would have been lying if she said that it didn't bring a spark of joy to her heart.
As Twilight regained her composure, she reverted to her blank and blissful state of mind. The fires of passion faded away, before finally vanishing to leave absolutely no evidence of its existence. Her lips curled up, and like nothing happened, she was right back to being a puppet, her spirals slowing down to a more reasonable speed as she unknowingly gazed back at her adoring friend.
Moon Dancer cupped Twilight's cheek with her hoof, gazing lovingly into her eyes without any sort of hypnotic assault. She just enjoyed seeing Twilight's smiling face , and Moon Dancer couldn't help but smile back. Even though it was magically induced, seeing her old friend in such incredible bliss filled her with joy. And yet, Moon Dancer knew that she couldn't keep Twilight like this forever. She figured she probably broke SEVERAL laws regarding this sort of thing, and she bit her lip with anxiety. Would Twilight be angry at her for this? Still, perhaps she could ensure that Twilight wouldn't take drastic measures once she woke up.
Moon Dancer once more went snout to snout with Twilight, giving her a peck on her cheek before those familiar enchanting colors poured out of her eyes like a fountain.
"Twilight," Moon Dancer began. Her voice was calm, peaceful, totally unlike that smooth and seductive tone she had while she was brainwashing the poor princess. "Listen carefully to my voice...let it sing in your mind...guiding you...leading you...it gives you such pleasure to listen and obey...You love trance, and being hypnotized is the best thing you've ever felt...but good things can't last forever...listen and let my voice slowly guide you out of trance..."
Slowly, Twilight's smile melted into a mindless, agape jaw once more as she was once again bombarded with colors. These were much more calming than the ones prior, and she once again went limp, gazing longingly into Moon Dancer's eyes.
"L-listen... and obey... O-out of... trance..." she murmured unquestioningly.
"Yes...let the colors massage your mind, let my voice breathe life into it once more..." Moon Dancer whispered.
"I'm going to count down from ten now, and with each step, I want to wake up just a little more..."
"10...you are still so very deep in trance..."
"9...your breathing becomes just a little faster..."
"8...you can feel my voice wrap itself around your mind..."
"7...you can feel it pulling you up..."
At this point, the spirals in Moon Dancer's eyes began to slow down, and Twilight's matched hers in turn.
"6...you begin to feel life returning to your limbs..."
"5...feel yourself wiggle them around...let lucidity slowly come back to you..."
"4...the haze in your mind is slowly evaporating..."
"3...thoughts once more begin to leak in..."
Moon Dancer's eyes slowed again, the mesmerizing patterns now barely moving.
"2...The world beginning to slowly come into focus..."
"1...You're feeling so good...totally at peace...no anger...no negative emotions whatsoever...my voice releases you...your mind stands on its own four hooves...totally free...but happy..."
The colors finally stopped, leaving nothing more than Moon Dancer's normal pupils as she backed off from Twilight's face.
"0...awaken..."
As Moon Dancer’s countdown reached 0, Twilight blinked several times only for the spirals to fade, her pupils regaining shape and her eyes returning to their regular, spiral-less hue. She let out a calm yawn, looking around the room for a moment before focusing back on Moon Dancer.
"O-oh... Are we done?" she asked, as if completely oblivious to the events that had transpired.
"Yeah, I think so," Moon Dancer said curtly. "I think we're going to have to cancel our dinner appointment, your dress is totally wrinkled."
Her coils loosened completely now, collapsing into a pile around where Twilight was sitting. Well, all except for the cream-colored loop around her neck.
"Yeah, it'll need some serious ironing," Moon Dancer said while she inspected the newly released Twilight. "You might want to try standing up, I'm not sure if my hugs cut off your circulation or not. Also, cream looks good on you. Perhaps you should get a similarly colored necklace some day since your current one won't last forever."
Twilight examined her body, bringing up a mirror with her own magic and wincing slightly as the disheveled dress.
"Yikes, Rarity is going to kill me," she murmured to herself, setting the mirror down and turning back to smile at Moon Dancer. "That was fun though! To be honest, I really was just looking forward to the spell more than anything. The dinner was a nice bonus though."
Slowly, she stood back on her own hooves. She stumbled for a brief moment, but seemed to be fine as feeling came back to her limbs. "There we go. Whew…"
"Overall, what did you think?” Moon Dancer asked. “It's the first time I tried anything like that with another pony.”
Twilight nodded back at Moon Dancer. "Well it was a little weird... but it was fun nonetheless! Maybe we can try it again at some point."
"Yeah, maybe," Moon Dancer said, as Twilight's coil collar unwound itself and booped her on the snout. "Hey Twilight...how much do you actually remember? I'm curious. I mean, I must admit, I kinda got a little carried away, and I do apologize for it."
Moon Dancer held her head heavy. Twilight seemed alright, but the weight of what she had done was beginning to really hit her.
"I'm...sorry. I feel like I abused my powers. It's just that...well," she said, getting visible flustered, her massive snake tail squirming and contorting with mental anguish.
"All I really remember is feeling really, REALLY good..." Twilight assured, blushing a little. Perhaps a little TOO good, she thought, and hoped Moon Dancer didn’t notice. "That's all I really need to know. I mean, I'm not hypnotized anymore, right? So no harm, no foul, whatever your reasoning may have been."
Even with her assurance, Twilight could tell that something was bothering Moon Dancer. Twilight trotted up next to her, taking a seat on her snake tail again and smiling warmly at her. A brief grin flashed on Moon Dancer's face; it was strangely relaxing to have another pony sit on her tail.
"So... what's wrong then? You can tell me, you know," Twilight added.
"Well," she began, slithering close to Twilight, taking great care not to accidentally slither over her elongated mane. "It's just that...I feel bad. I mean, I hate to admit it, but back when we were little I crushed super-hard on you. Looking back on it, I guess it would have been pretty obvious with me imitating your manestyle and generally following you around like a lost puppy. I guess part of the reason I was so angry was that I felt like you didn't even care when you left. I didn't expect you to return my affections, it's unfair to expect you to like other mares, but it still stung, and now..."
Moon Dancer took a deep breath. The soft glow of the embers in the fireplace barely gave enough light to see. Drawing in the air, heavy with smoke and sweat, was almost a challenge for her.
"And...well...I sorta unleashed a bunch of pent up frustration in our hypnotherapy, even though I promised to use restraint. I won't lie; I did kiss you, more than a few times, in fact. Your squirming, though, that was your own doing, I did nothing more than give you a big snakey hug," she added curtly.
"What's more, and this is the reason I feel so bad, is that...well...I feel satisfied. I look at you, and that old crush is gone. It was like our playtime was one big closure, one final act that would let me move on, which makes me feel like I used you like a cheap toy, and that's what REALLY has me down.”
Despite everything Moon Dancer said, Twilight maintained a fairly calm smile and barely seemed phased. When Moon Dancer finally let everything off her chest, Twilight stood up again, and began pacing around as she spoke.
"Okay, first of all,” she began. “I was as dense as three encyclopedias back in magic school, so you probably could have flat out kissed me then and I STILL wouldn't have gotten the picture," Twilight said jokingly, in the hopes of making Moon Dancer feel a bit better.
"And you are right, for the record... I didn't really care when I left. And honestly, that was WAY more selfish than anything you may have felt here tonight. I’m really sorry about that, and these past few years have really changed me for the better. I know that I’ll never be able to go back and time to be a better friend, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to change that. All I can do is apologize for my past actions.
Oh, and by the way,” Twilight smacked her lips a bit. "I can taste your hazelnut lip gloss, so I kinda figured out that kissing bit beforehand."
Moon Dancer’s eyes shot open, but she remained silent. Twilight really was an observant mare.
Twilight’s expression grew a bit more stern. "I'll admit, there were probably a million better ways for you to vent all of that then hypnotizing me. But honestly, I still don't blame anyone but myself for that. I left you with a LOT of baggage, and I'm really sorry to have made you hold all of that in for so long."
Twilight looked away shamefully. "I will admit, I'm not as against mares as you may think, but that's not important." Twilight turned back with another genuine smile. "Besides, like you said, you feel better now, right? So I guess this little debacle makes us even!"
Moon Dancer's icy face slowly began to melt after hearing Twilight's words.
"Heh heh, yeah, I guess you're right," she acquiesced. "Now I can talk to you without the sexual tension being thick enough to cut through with a knife. We can be just friends now."
Moon Dancer smirked.
"However...Minuette, Lemon Hearts, and Twinkle Shine...they're next on my list!" She said playfully. "You did look cute all mindless, Twilight. But, I think three mares would look even cuter in my coils. I'd need to draw myself longer, though."
"Haha, good luck getting THOSE three to not run for the hills when you show them this!" Twilight said jokingly. What a fun joke. ...Moon Dancer WAS joking right?
"Heh, I'm sure I could hypnotize all three of them at the same time!” Moon Dancer boasted. “It wouldn’t even be a challenge, too! They're pretty airheaded compared to you, sorry to say. I still think they're cool, but I wouldn't trust them with anything that required a strong will," Moon Dancer said as she puffed her chest out. She didn't usually feel this confident, but it's amazing what a psychological effect merely changing one's look can have.
"Also," Moon Dancer continued. "Don’t worry about your mane. I'll give you enough bits for a barber to cut it. It's just that, well, you were my doll, and I just wanted to make you prettier."
Moon Dancer's eyes trailed down Twilight's grossly elongated mane, stretching all the way to the floor while her bangs were barely kept parted by her violet ears.
"Although...I think I may have gone a teensy bit overboard," Moon Dancer added with an awkward smile.
Twilight held her own mane up with her hoof. "Yeah... a trim would probably be best. Maybe I'll keep it a liiiiiiittle bit longer than usual though, I kinda like it, actually."
"You do look nice with a long mane, but be careful with those bangs of yours,” Moon Dancer said. “I brushed them out of the way while you were in La-La-Land, but don't be surprised if your morning bedhead leaves you completely blind."
As Moon Dancer chatted, she felt warm, comfortable. She lived in this little house for over four years now, but tonight, talking so casually with Twilight, was the first night she felt really at home, even if she was half-snake at the moment.
"Yeah, I get bad enough bed heads even with my regular mane," Twilight said as she looked at the old grandfather clock that ticked the seconds away. "Hey, it’s really is getting late, huh? If we aren't going to go to dinner, then we should probably get going."
Twilight trotted towards Moon Dancer’s pony half with a seductive look in her eyes.
“Why don't the two of us get that fire going again... curl up by it, get something to drink, and... maybe..."
Twilight's horn glowed, her beam moving under Moon Dancer's couch and pulling out the book Moon Dancer had hidden hours earlier. "...Marathon the rest of the Bunny Fru Fru books!" She said excitedly, returning to her usual self. "Seriously, I LOVE these books, why in Equestria would you try and hide these from me?!"
Moon Dancer’s face flushed red with embarrassment, and her coils subconsciously assumed a defensive stance.
"Uh! Well! They're for little foals! What do you expect?" She exclaimed, before her expression shifted to be a bit more neutral. "Jeez, even though you're a princess now, you really are still a dork, aren't you? Alright, bring em over here."
Twilight grinned and let out a healthy giggle "This coming from the dorky pony who was reading it to begin with? Takes a bookworm to know a bookworm!"
A quick conjuring of a small fireball ignited the embers in the fireplace, bathing the room is a much brighter glow. Moon Dancer curled herself up on the satin rug right in front of the hearth. She couldn't help but smile; the warmth emitting from the flames did feel REALLY nice against her cold blooded scales. She looped her serpentine midsection into a seat for Twilight, while reserving a portion of herself to recline back on.
"Have a seat. Let me wrap you up nice and snug," she said. "You don't need your hooves to hold the book, and you really should feel what it's like while you're actually conscious this time."
Twilight plopped down and got snug in Moon Dancer's coils. It was strange how even out of her trance, the coils were exceedingly comfortable. A lingering effect of the trance perhaps? Or were scales really more comfortable than she gave them credit for?
Moon Dancer's coils quickly looped around Twilight, gently arranging themselves around her body in a neat pile until only the princess's head remained exposed. The heat from her body was soothing; being cold blooded is more of a challenge than Moon Dancer had anticipated. Still, she'd change herself back, but only in the morning.
"Well then, let's get started! The first book was something about a forest, right?"
"Yeah, it was the one with the Bunny-Eating plants!" Moon Dancer exclaimed. "I already started that one, but let's read from the beginning so you don't miss anything. There's a hilarious bit with Fru Fru and the hobo marmoset that cracks me up every time!"
