Sample Sunset

by Citrus Recluse

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex, Adagio Dazzle, Sunset Shimmer, Dark, Human
Length: 7939

The Contessa has managed to find her way back to Maretropolis, and she meets a certain dazzling singer who would love to employ her services against a certain redheaded minder of hers. And after laying eyes on Sunset, the Contessa is happy to comply.

The Contessa has managed to find her way back to Maretropolis, and she's decided to get a drink before embarking on her next plan. But while there, she meets a certain dazzling singer who would love to employ her services against a certain redheaded minder of hers ... and the Contessa, being who she is, is only too happy to comply.

Contains: Well, it's a Contessa story, what do you think is going to happen?
[Mind Control][Breast Expansion][Lactation][Masturbation]

Published 2017-08-12 19:00:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-12 19:00:05 UTC

"Sunset Hypnotized by Busty Adagio" Plot #2364

The Contessa slinked into view of the doors of a nightclub. She had just managed to find her way back to Earth after being imprisoned in an extra-spatial prison, which she had turned herself into after making a horrible mistake with her previous master plan.

But upon being stuck there with nothing to do, she found her sense of boredom overwhelming, so, after being kind enough to untie her fellow prisoner there, she immediately started devising ways to make Radiance of the Power Ponies turn into a boob-obsessed bimbo again. Why she couldn't alleviate her boredom by just riding a roller coaster like a normal person was a riddle for the ages. Heck, hire a sex worker and have sex on the roller coaster, but noo, she had to get all kinky and mind-control-y with it.

That would come later, though. For now, before embarking on her next villainous scheme, she wanted to relax with a drink, unwind, enjoy a lounge singer's performance … maybe use her boob hypnosis to make a waiter embarrassingly cream his pants for no reason other than her own amusement.

When she opened the club doors, all of those thoughts left her head except for the lounge singer.

The woman the club hired for their lounge singing was, at least in the Contessa's own humble opinion, gorgeous. Her skin had an eerie quality to it that made her seem that much more mysterious and alluring, her hair was a long, poofy affair that went down her back and served to highlight her graceful form, and she was wearing an evening dress that emphasized her generous assets, including a decent-sized bust (the Contessa's favorite part of female anatomy) and some wide, thick hips which seemed at risk of bursting through the dress at any moment.

Contessa moved inside, as if drawn in by a spell from the singer. She wasn't singing anything more detailed than just some wordless vocalization, but it was the soulful, mourning way she sang which made it truly spellbinding.

In the middle of a high note, the singer's eyes landed on the Contessa. Though raising a quizzical eyebrow at the costumed newcomer, she remain focused on her singing long enough to finish her set, upon the completion of which she bowed and the audience applauded.

“Thank you,” the singer said, and made her way offstage.

The Contessa stood awestruck for a moment, before shaking her head as she remembered why she originally came in here – to get a drink.

She took her seat at a table and cued for a waiter. While waiting for someone to take her order, the Contessa was surprised to see the lounge singer slink up to her table and take a seat.

“So,” the singer said, flipping a hand through her hair in a flirty way, “what brings you here, Leathery?”

“I assume you are making a disparaging remark about my costume,” the Contessa said.

“Remark, yes, disparaging? Not necessarily.”

The Contessa chortled. “Oh, I think I'm going to like you.”

“You still haven't answered my question. Why are you in here, Busty?”

“Oh, why thank you for noticing! But if you must know, I was looking to get a stiff drink … and then I saw you,” the Contessa said. She leaned over the table. “You simply must tell me your name, gorgeous.”

The singer chuckled. “Adagio Dazzle. You're not too bad looking yourself.”

“Stop. You'll make me blush,” the Contessa put a hand to her cheek.

“Something tells me there's very few things that would ever make you blush,” Adagio said. “You have the air of a woman who is comfortable with sex.”

“Really? What gave me away?”

“Well, for starters, the fact you're walking around in a red and black, skintight costume that pushes up your chest, that thick lipstick you have on, and the way you were staring at me when you came in.”

“I do admire a good female shape,” the Contessa admitted. “Tell me about yourself.”

“There's not much to tell.” Adagio leaned back in her seat. “I was an immortal Siren of the deep who fed off the hate and love of others until I got banished to this awful other world with no magic, but then someone brought magic in, and my sisters and I nearly were able to take over the school with our voices, but then these teenagers beat us in a sing-off and shattered our necklaces and took away our powers. Then, after practicing our singing, because we had gotten a little too reliant on the magic necklaces, we slipped our way into this world at the earliest opportunity and got hired here.”

The Contessa blinked. “That's actually quite a bit for not having 'much to tell.'”

“Maybe, if you say so.” Adagio leaned over the table. “Alright, Busty. I've told you about me. Now tell me about you.”

“I suppose, by your standards, there's not much to tell,” the Contessa said smarmily. “I go by Contessa. I'm a supervillain whose powers are to hypnotize people with my boobs, nipples, and breast milk. I've been fighting the Power Ponies on and off for the last few months now, and after having a brief attack of conscience at the idea of potentially exposing several children to their first sexual thoughts, I'm back, out of jail, ready to rumble and shove my tit down Radiance's throat.”

Adagio blinked back. “That's, uh, that's quite something.”

The Contessa looked around. “Where is my waiter? I want my drink already.”

“Allow me. They can sometimes drag their heels, but they'll snap to it quick if the other staff says something. Waiter!” Adagio called, and a waiter was at their table in seconds.

“Apologies, madams,” the waiter said. “What can I get you?”

“Finally,” the Contessa grumbled, “I'm half-tempted to get the girls out to punish you for taking so long.”

“Now that is something I would like to see,” Adagio said with a smile.

“Maybe I'll show you sometime. Not right now. I want some cider. Hard cider, not the sparkling stuff.”

The waiter nodded. “And you, madam?”

Adagio sighed. “I suppose some red wine will do.”

“I'll be right out with your drinks,” the waiter said, leaving.

“Now if you had just shown up the first time, I'd believe that,” the Contessa grumbled.

“You must show me this ability of yours,” Adagio said. “It sounds quite fantastical.”

The Contessa smiled. “Well, I do believe I can make that happen.”

“I'm ready and waiting,” Adagio said.

“Oh, not on you,” the Contessa replied. “I like you too much already to put under my thrall like that.”

“I'm flattered. Though I'm not sure you're strong enough to put someone like me under your spell.”

“Pity we won't find out anytime soon. Ah, here we go,” the Contessa said as the waiter returned, laying their drinks on the table.

“Excuse me,” the Contessa stood up, “before you go, waiter.”

“Yes, madam?”

The Contessa unzipped her top, exposing her breasts and the glowing nipples within. The waiter's eyes glazed over. He didn't have a strong will, evidently, and the Contessa's hypnosis was a powerful one.

“I want you to stare at my breasts,” the Contessa said. “Really get a good look at them. Commit them to memory. Take note of every contour, every detail. Now, after you do that, I want you to get hard. And I want you go into the men's room, carrying the memory of my breasts, and stroke yourself until you cum. Make sure you do it in the toilet so it's easy to clean up the mess,” the Contessa hissed, “and moan loudly so my compatriot here knows my power works on you.”

“Y-yes ma'am,” the waiter nodded, bringing his hands over his crotch. Trying to stifle his mounting arousal, he waddled over to the men's room.

Adagio listened closely, and smiled with amusement when she heard the sound of the waiter's passionate moans.

The Contessa zipped up and sat down, and while the other patrons heard the scream, when they looked around and saw nothing happening, they returned to what they were doing.

“Impressive,” Adagio said.

“I like to think so, yes,” the Contessa said.

“Ooh!” Adagio clapped, getting an idea. “You could help me, Contessa.”

“With what?”

“Revenge. There's this woman, you see, Sunset Shimmer. She comes by here sometimes to check on my sisters and I to make sure we aren't getting up to any trouble. She's the reason, well, the main reason, we were defeated and had to be reduced to trying to make a living in here. I would so love for the chance to get revenge on her … even if I can't be restored to being as powerful as I once was.”

“Hmm. Now, I like you, Adagio, but I'm not inclined to go and these sort of things for people I just met for free … uuunless she's, mm, what's the word? Sexy.”

“That depends,” Adagio said. “What do you like? She has fiery red hair, a round face, and a svelte body. And she wears a leather jacket and a skirt.”

“Ooh, I like her already,” the Contessa said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation of mischief. “No rack though?”

“No. I mean, well, she's not completely flat, but she's nowhere near as developed as say, you or me.”

“That's okay,” the Contessa stood up. “That part I can fix myself.”

“Oh, shoot, she's here,” Adagio's eyes shot to the door. “Quick, hide! We wouldn't want Sunset getting wise to our naughty little scheme, would we?”

“No, I suppose not,” the Contessa went under the table, hiding under the cloth. She lifted it up just enough to get a peek at Sunset as she approached. Adagio forgot to mention she also wore long boots that propped up her frame.

The sight of her was infuriating to Contessa. Everything else about her, her legs - her quite long legs - her skirt which went to just above her knees, her jacket, and her blazing red hair with yellow streaks were all, in the Contessa's sex-driven standards, close to perfection, gold stars all around, A++. So the absence of an adequately-sized rack for her stood out as a serious omission by contrast, a severe oversight by whatever goddess had sculpted Sunset's form, seemingly for no other purpose than frustrating the Contessa's sense of arousal. The Contessa couldn't wait to get out and do some tit-to-mouth stuffing and fix this grievous error of design with her breast-expanding milk.

“Hey, Adagio! Time for your usual checkup,” Sunset said.

“As you can see, I'm not doing anything,” Adagio said plainly.

“I didn't say you were,” Sunset said, trying to sound friendly, “but you saying stuff like that makes me worry that you are.”

“You should learn to trust more,” Adagio quipped, taking a sip of her wine.

“So, if you're not up to anything, what are you doing at the table?” Sunset asked.

“Just having a drink with a friend,” Adagio said. “She's in the bathroom right now. Maybe I'll introduce you to each other.”

“I might like that,” Sunset said.

“Oh yes. She has a way of getting close to your chest in record time,” Adagio said.

“What? You're weird, Adagio. But I'm glad you're opening to me … I'm glad we can be … well, not friends, but whatever this weird thing is that's not enemies. I'll see you around, okay? Say hi to Aria and Sonata for me!” Sunset left, waving goodbye.

“I will,” Adagio said, sipping again. “Who knows? You might be seeing than them you think ...”

Sunset went to the exit, and the Contessa popped out of her hiding, watching Sunset and examining Sunset's behind.

“So, how do you like her?” Adagio asked.

“She's gorgeous,” the Contessa said, “about the only thing she's missing a proper rack. Whoever designed her really screwed up the job on that one, and I want to fix it right away.”

“I suppose that can be arranged ...” Adagio rubbed her chin. “As a matter of fact, sneaking up on her from behind now while she thinks nothing's up is probably your best bet … you might need some help, though. I'll get Sonata and Aria to help you.” Adagio finished off the last of her wine.

Sunset walked down the street, humming idly to herself, happy to know Adagio and her sisters were adjusting well to a more normal, less villainous life.

Her bubble of optimism was popped soundly when she was jumped from behind, taken to an alley, and pinned to the wall.

“Hey!” Sunset struggled. “What's going on here?” Sunset recoiled at the seeing her assailants were Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk. “What …. what's the big idea, you two? I thought we were friends! … well, on friendly terms.”

“You don't know us that well, do you?” Aria Blaze said. “Come on out, secret weapon.”

The Contessa appeared out of the alley shadows, smirking at Sunset. “Hello, Sunset.” She cupped Sunset's chin.

“You ...” Sunset said. “Do I know you?”

“You might've seen me on the news,” the Contessa said. “But you don't have to worry about that now. Please, allow me to fix you up.”

“What does – oof.” Sunset grunted, struggling to get free, just for Aria and Sonata to slam her arms against the wall. “What does that mean?”

The Contessa answered Sunset's question the way she frequently answered most questions posed to her; by shoving her nipple into Sunset's mouth. The Contessa squeezed her tit, gently kneading herself to squirt milk into Sunset's mouth, which splashed and dripped all over Sunset's face.

“Adagio and I have been talking, Sunset Shimmer, and we've agreed that you could use a little shakeup in your routine,” the Contessa said. “Like, for example, not checking in on them as often as you do? Ooh! Or better yet, checking on them more often while you become a sex slave for them. I'm going to be making a few changes to you over the next few days, Sunset. To start us off, say 'I love boobs.'”

Sunset replied with an angry muttering of something, muffled by the Contessa's boob, but it wasn't what the Contessa wanted her to say.

The Contessa sighed. “We'll work on it. The next thing is, you are going to love boobs from now. And breast milk. And nipples. In fact, you love boobs so much you won't be able to cum without them being involved. While we're at it, why don't we have a little fun with some post-hypnotic triggers? From now on, whenever you hear the words 'boob slut' spoken to you, you'll start fondling yourself. It doesn't matter where, just as long as it's somewhere sexy,” the Contessa smirked.

Sunset grunted in protest, though she let out a moan as her boobs swelled up and pushed out, and her shirt turned dark from dripping milk out.

“Ah, that's better,” the Contessa said, cupping and rubbing Sunset's chest. “You were so lacking in the tit department, dear. That was something I just had to fix. Your body will process the milk out, and you'll go back to your normal size unless you or I refresh it every so often, but don't worry. We'll make your new, bigger, better rack a permanent fixture soon enough. Oh, and it would make all this a lot easier on all of us if, after I take my boob out of your mouth, you forget this conversation ever happened, okay? Okay.”

The Contessa popped herself out of Sunset's mouth, milk flying from her boob and splashing over Sunset's face and neck.

“Come on, let's get out of here,” the Contessa said, snapping her fingers. Aria and Sonata let go, leaving a dazed Sunset to slide down the wall.

“Uh … hmm?” Sunset came back to her senses. She noticed she had a dried substance over her face and picked it with her fingernail, and her bra seemed a little tighter than normal. She couldn't remember why she was in an alley. She remembered going to see Adagio Dazzle, leaving … after that, it was a blank.

“Maybe Adagio decided to slip me something as a joke,” Sunset mused, getting to her feet and trying to scratch off the rest of the dried milk. “Actually, that sounds more like something Aria would do. I bet she's laughing her butt off … ugh. I gotta get home before dark. There's a lot of creepy, perverted weirdos who come out at night.”

Sunset made her way home from the street, blissfully unaware of her encounter with one such perverted weirdo.

Sunset was able to get home without incidents, which led her further into a false sense of security. She went up to her apartment and laid down on the bed, picking up a book from her shelf and cracking it open to read.

“Mm,” Sunset grunted. She reached up and tugged at her breast, feeling it itchy. As she was reading the book, her eyes began to glaze over at the dreary, purple prose, which she usually liked.

Sunset bit her lip, feeling a bit of heat of unknown origin down near her nether region.

“Horny, huh?” Sunset asked rhetorically, though she wasn't sure what she was doing that would lead her to being aroused. “I know what I need.” She put the book back and instead got out a steamy romance novel, but reading that with all its sexually-charged flirtatious dialogue didn't help her either.

“Ugh!” In frustration, Sunset threw the book across the room, then gasped when the book hit the wall. After making sure the book was still in good condition, she replaced it on the shelf, exhaling in relief she hadn't damaged it.

“Now what?” Sunset wondered, tapping her fingers. That warm sensation in her lap wasn't going away anytime soon.

“Maybe the Internet will be able to solve my problems.” Sunset took out her phone, activated the guest browsing mode, and put out a search for porn. She scrolled idly through, rolling her eyes at some unimpressive digital enhancement to some guys, until her eyes lit up at the image of a busty brunette posing sensually against a rock.

“Ooh … now she's lovely,” Sunset clicked on the image, and it brought her to a website full of similar images of wonderfully big-boobed models. “Oh, they're all so lovely! So … wonderful.”

Entranced, Sunset went to her bathroom. She locked the door, pulled down her skirt and underwear, and went into the tub, pulling up the curtain and propping up the phone on the bath shelf, she brought a finger to her vagina.

Sunset moaned, leering and making bedroom eyes at the photograph on her phone. The women here were …

“So busty,” Sunset moaned breathlessly, sticking her finger further into herself. “I mean, just wow, I thought Rarity was well-endowed, but these girls! These girls! Ooh!”

Sunset drooled, closing her eyes as she continued fingering herself. She lost herself in a fantasy world, imagining a world that was governed by a council of the bustiest women, where their cup size determined their role. She imagined them making important legislative decision surrounding a pool, sunbathing while topless, their breasts hanging out, and it would be her honor and privilege to be the waitress who served them drinks on a tray, being allowed to gaze on their magnificent flesh in return.

It certainly would make more sense than their current government.

“Ah, ah,” Sunset panted, finally bringing herself to cum, a clear, dewy liquid spilling out of her slit and forming a puddle on her tub, Sunset not even noticing the drips of milk sliding around her breasts.

Sunset exhaled, looking down at the puddle with some measure of disgust. “What's gotten into me?”

Sunset picked up the phone, and seeing the model and her fabulous rack almost tempted her into pleasuring herself again, but she resisted, turning the phone and laying it aside on the floor. She directed the shower head and turned it on, directing at the puddle to rinse her tub.

“I'll need to bleach this thing, too ...” Sunset muttered.

The next day, Sunset went back to the lounge. She wasn't sure what was bringing her there, since she just checked on Adagio yesterday, but something was calling her. Luring her.

She stood outside the door, her hand nervously on the door.

“Hey there, sexy.”

Sunset saw she was being addressed by a woman inside a tight leather outfit that hugged her ample bosom, and mask.

“Hello,” Sunset said, trying not to oogle the woman's chest. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I'm nobody,” the woman said, “saw you around and just thought I'd come say hi.”

“Uh-huh. You work as a dominatrix next door or something?”

“Something like that,” the woman asked. “I'm definitely from the wrong side of the tracks.”

“That's nice,” Sunset said, quickly growing bored of the woman's odd remarks.

“These are some nice doors, no?” the woman said, suggestively rubbing her hand up and down the door. “All they're missing is a nice set of knockers.”

“Yeah, if you say so,” Sunset replied, opening the door and going inside. She looked over her shoulder to make sure the strange woman wasn't following her inside. Being assured she wasn't, Sunset looked around and saw Aria Blaze getting ready to take the stage.

“Hey, Aria,” Sunset waved, running up to her.

Aria glared at first, but her expression softened. “Why, Sunset. What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to check up on you,” Sunset said.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. Well, actually, no. I kinda … passed out the other day, and woke up with a mess on my face?” Sunset said. “I was wondering if you might know anything about that? Maybe have slipped something into my drink?”

“What?” Aria said, sounding as she was trying really hard to be shocked. “How dare you. As if I would do such a thing. Move aside, you. I have to take the stage, and I've got better things to do than stand around getting accusations from a boob slut.” Aria smirked and walked away.

“Boob slut!?” Sunset exclaimed. “I'm not a … oh.” Sunset groaned, growing wobbly, a blush forming on her face. “I'm not … not … I'm a boob slut.” Sunset closed her eyes and lifted her hands up to her breasts.

“Go into the bathroom if you're going to do that, boob slut,” Aria said, still smirking. “And you shouldn't be so against the idea. It suits you.”

Sunset, per Aria's orders, went into the ladies' room. She looked at herself in the mirror, becoming increasingly more turned on by the sight of her own boobs, covered up though they may have been.

“Hey there!” Sonata approached Sunset from the side, wearing a low-cut sleeveless top that showed off her pale cleavage. “I was wondering when you'd show. Did Aria get nasty with you when she sent you in?”

“Maybe … maybe a little,” Sunset muttered, her breath slow as she moaned.

“Don't be silly,” Sonata threw her arms around Sunset's neck, pushing her breasts up against Sunset's side, which made Sunset's expression turn shocked. “She was totally mean with you! She insulted you and got really sarcastic and hurt your feelings … and the only way for you to feel better ... ” Sonata whispered into Sunset's ear. “Is for you take a dive into my big, soft, boobies.”

“ … soft … boobies!” Sunset screamed, letting herself into Sonata's cleavage, Sonata adjusting her arms and wrapping around Sunset's back, holding Sunset tightly and sweetly.

“That's it, Sunny-dear,” Sonata said, “you just relax inside mama Sonata's big boobies. Let yourself melt inside. Let all your other thoughts fade away, and just think about how soft and squishy my boobs are.”

“Mmm …”

The door to the room squeaked open, the Contessa stepping inside.

“Goodness, Sonata, did you start without me?” the Contessa asked.

“Yup. Sorry,” Sonata said. “I hope you're not too mad at me, Contessa?”

“I don't mind as long as Sunset doesn't mind,” the Contessa said. “Though I suppose if you like, Sonata, I could 'punish' you later by stuffing you with my milk.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that!” Sonata said.

“But for now,” the Contessa held her hand, “our attention should be our darling Sunset. "Yes, doesn't it just suck being a good little boob slut, dear?” the Contessa intertwined her arms with Sonata, bringing her bust down on Sunset's head and sandwiching Sunset betwixt her bust and Sonata's chest. “There's so much wonderful boobage around for you to enjoy!”

Sunset let out a strained moan in agreement, shuddering, nestled between the two of them. She shook, and the Contessa and Sonata giggled as Sunset came, pumping out her juices and spilling onto the floor, making a far bigger puddle than she did in her tub.

“Oh, it looks like poor Sunny just couldn't it,” Sonata said. “It was too much boob for her.”

“Nonsense!” the Contessa said. “There's no such as too much boob for a boob slut. Isn't that right, Sunset?” the Contessa rubbed and rolled her breast against Sunset's cheek.

Sunset gave a positive moan in agreement.

The Contessa set about disentangling herself, her breasts coming out of Sonata's with a pop.

“Why don't we you leave you something to take home with you?” the Contessa asked, slipping a CD case into Sunset's jacket pocket. “After you get home tonight, plug in some headphones and let that CD play while you sleep … after Sonata's done with you.”

“Oh, I think I've had enough for now,” Sonata said, easing Sunset out of her cleavage. “It's hard to get any further after you've already made them cum, and I won't want to hurt her.”

Following on that idea of not wanting to hurt her, Sonata helped the dazed Sunset onto the floor, Sunset too drained and enthralled to put any energy into standing up straight. Sonata laid her across the tile.

“Boobies ...” Sunset mindlessly chanted.

“You think maybe we should get her a blanket?” Sonata asked.

“No. If what Adagio tells me is correct, she's a strong girl. She'll get it together in a little bit … and then we can dissemble 'it' all over again and fray her mind apart with our boobs. I'll guard the door in case something unexpected happens,” the Contessa said.

“Smashing minds apart with our boobs,” Sonata giggled. “Is there any better past time?”

“I certainly can't think of any,” the Contessa said, giving Sonata a high-five as they left the room.

Sunset groaned, coming back to her senses. She rubbed her head, looking around and seeing she was in a restroom, with little idea of how she got there, and she could feel she'd been drooling recently.

“That's the second this has happened in as many days!” Sunset exclaimed. “I should go see doctor. I might need to go on medication ...”

Sunset got up, not even wanting to know what that smell was. She left the restroom, passing that strange leather-clad woman again.

The woman waved goodbye, wiggling her fingers at Sunset. “See you later, boob-lover.” She blew a kiss, which made Sunset even more uncomfortable.

“Yeah, whatever,” Sunset said, hustling it on out of the lounge before something else strange happened. She needed to call the doctor to set up an appointment.

A block down from the lounge, Sunset got her doctor on the line. “Yes, hello, doctor?

"This is Sunset Shimmer. Do you have an appointment available? You do? Oh, thank goodness. I need to see someone right away. Mm, the hospital? No, I don't think I'm quite there yet, it's not life-threatening ... yet. I'll see you tomorrow, doc.”

The Contessa and Aria popped their heads out of lounge entrance.

“As will we,” the Contessa purred, giving Aria a high-five.

Sunset went to the clinic, pushing the door inside and getting to the check-in entrance.

The woman managing the check-in wiped her mouth, as if she'd recently been drinking something, and looked at Sunset. “Can I help you?”

“Hi,” Sunset put a hand on the desk, “I'm Sunset Shimmer. I just scheduled an appointment? It was a little short notice, so I understand if there's some problem ...”

“Sunset Shimmer? Oh, oh, yes. Please, go right ahead, room 201.” the woman pointed. “The doctor will be with you shortly.”

Sunset raised a brow. “Don't you want me to sign in first?”

“Oh, uh, yes.”

After scribbling her name into a clipboard, Sunset went into the back of the building, heading into the room.

She climbed up on the medical bed, swinging her legs idly back and forth as she waited for the doctor.

“Hello,” the doctor greeted her, a tall, dark-haired woman wearing a black shirt and a labcoat, “sorry if I kept you waiting. Some days, it seems like management can't keep their hands off me.”

“Hey, where's my usual doctor?"

"She had to step out for a bit," the doctor said. "I'm told she caught something in her chest," the doctor smirked.

"Ugh, fine," Sunset groaned, waving it off because of her frustration. She wanted answers for her problem. "You know what, I don't care who's doing it. I need some help, doc."

“Of course, of course. What seems to be the problem?”

“Recently, I've been blacking out and waking up in places I don't remember,” Sunset explained. “I don't do drugs, and I don't drink, so I don't know what to think. Am I becoming narcoleptic or something?”

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,” the doctor nodded. “And where were you when these incidents occurred?”

“Uh, the first time, I woke up in an alley on my way home … the second time, I was in the restroom in a lounge bar a few blocks from here.”

“I see,” the doctor said, flipping through her clipboard. She tossed the clipboard aside. “Well, Sunset, I think know just what the prescription is for. You need some boobs!”

If Sunset's jaw dropped any harder than it did, it would have fallen off. “You're kidding, right? Is it April Fools Day and no one told me? I'm trying to tell I've been blacking out, waking in places I don't remember going, and your solution to this is boobs?”

“Well, of course!” the doctor said, turning around. “It's a well-documented fact that only continued exposure and allowing them to indulge in vices is the only real cure to helping unfortunate boob sluts like yourself.”

Sunset's mind went blank right away. “B.... boob … sluts?”

“Oh, yes,” the doctor purred, taking off her lab coat to show the black shirt was a sleeveless tee that emphasized her bust. Aria Blaze entered the room. “You should learn to be more careful about what you say out loud, Sunset.” The woman pulled out a familiar red mask and put it on her face. “When I heard you were going to the doctor, it was easy to throw this little ambush together by getting here before you. Your doctor is in a closet somewhere, enjoying the image of my boobs, just as you will be in a moment here. Because, Sunset, you're sick, in that you're not always thinking about boobs, sex, and sucking, and we're here to cure you by liberal application of tit to mouth. Ready, Aria?”

“I was born ready,” Aria said, pulling her top down to let her breasts hang out.

“Are you ready, Sunset?” the Contessa asked. “To suck the milk out of our boobs like a good little boob slut?”

“Y-yes,” Sunset moaned, her legs shaking in anticipation, drool escaping her mouth at the sight of Aria's bare tits. “I'm ready ...”

“Good.” The Contessa pulled her top off, shaking it aside. She and Aria went up to Sunset, meeting each other in the side, pushing their boobs together, and they both inserted a nipple into Sunset's mouth. Sunset got to work, nursing and licking both of them, taking her hands and squeezing the Contessa's and Aria's breasts.

“Yes, that's it, Sunset,” Aria purred. “Suck. Suck and squeeze. Fill yourself up with our milk, until you're almost bursting. Show us how much you love our boobs, because you love it more than anything else in the world. Isn't that right?”

Sunset nodded, moaning as her shirt developed dark splotches, sucking desperately on their nipples, the milk dripping off her chin.

“That's a very good girl,” the Contessa said, “and good girls get rewarded by being allowed to suck and be smothered in big boobs, right?” the Contessa moved closer, pressing her free breast to Sunset's cheek. Aria followed her example and did the same.

“Mmph!” Sunset groaned, digging her fingers into the Contessa and Aria's plentiful breasts, moaning and gasping as she was once again made to cum by her overpowering love of boobs, splashing her fluids onto the white bathroom tile.

“Well, that's not sterile,” the Contessa quipped.

“Ooh, you poor baby,” Aria moaned in faux sympathy. “You've been made to cum so much over the last few days, haven't you? Well, don't you worry, it'll all be over soon, and we'll put you in a state where you're cumming constantly, ha!” Aria laughed.

Aria and the Contessa separated themselves, popping their jiggling boobs out of Sunset's mouth.

“Haaa … big … jiggly … boobies!” Sunset moaned, her eyes dilating, and her body falling onto its side as her vagina squirted again, and she closed her eyes.

“Poor darling. I almost feel bad for you. Almost.” The Contessa reached over and kissed Sunset's cheek, rubbing Sunset's shoulder affectionately. “And don't forget about my CD when you get home.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Sunset sleepily replied.

The Contesa and Aria left, the door swinging behind them.

“You want to go have some more fun with the receptionist?” Aria asked.

“Why not?” the Contessa replied.

With both the receptionist and the doctor occupied by the Contessa and Aria screwing with them (in more ways than one), there was no one around to poke Sunset awake, and she had to come out of her heavy slumber by herself, feeling even more dazed than before.

“Huh?” Sunset asked. “Oh, what happened now? I was … I got to the doctor's … and then … and then … oh, it's all a blank!” Sunset slammed her fist on the bed, before wilting over, rubbing her head. “Ooh … I … I need to get home and I need to … to ... to listen to this CD.” Sunset pulled the CD out, also bringing a finger over her cheek, feeling a lipstick mark left by someone.

Sunset hopped off the bed and walked out of the doctor's, not noticing the check-in was vacant, or the suspicious absence of other patients, or paying any attention the slight dampness of her skirt

She went straight home, flopping onto her bed, and setting up the CD to play in her old CD player, plugging in her headphones and letting the CD play into her ears. Maybe it would help her get to sleep, and she could start relaxing a little bit.

Sunset laid down on her bed, closing her eyes. The CD played some relaxing music for a long awhile, lulling Sunset into a relaxed state.

“Sunset,” a sultry voice purred from the CD, “Sunset, can you hear me?”

Sunset, in a half-asleep state, mumbled something.

“Well, this is prerecorded, so I'm just going have to assume the answer is yes,” the Contessa's recording said. “I want you to relax, Sunset. Take a deep breath.”

Sunset, without thinking about it, took in one such deep breath, her chest rising and falling.

“Now, place your hand over your chest ...”

Sunset did as told, laying a hand over her chest.

“Good. Now, place it under your breasts and jiggle them up and down.”

“Mmm,” Sunset gave a confused groan at the perverted instructions, but she was too drowsy to question them too much, doing as instructed and rubbing her breasts.

“Good, good. Rub them, Sunset Shimmer. Rub them tenderly, with all the love you can muster for your boobs. For yourself. And if everything I've heard about is half true, there's a lot of love in you. Boobs make you happy.”

Sunset moaned, smiling with content as her hand worked her chest over with increasing fury and passion. “Ooh … ooh!”

“Yes, that's it. Rub. Rub!” the Contessa encouraged her. “Now, lift your tit up and stick it into your mouth.”

Sunset continued to follow her instructions, rising up on her bed slightly, adjusting her shirt and pressing her tit as far it would go, letting her bite ever so slightly on her nipple.

“Do you know why you come to check on Adagio Dazzle in the lounge every night? It's not to keep watch on her and make sure she's not being evil. It's to catch a glimpse of her, to gaze upon her beautiful boobs, her gorgeous rack, that you just cannot get your fill of. And the next time you go over, say, tomorrow? You'll try to make a move on her, and to get closer to her … and maybe, if you're good, she'll let get near those big boobs you crave so much, our little boob slut.”

“B-boobs!” Sunset moaned, thrashing in her sleep as she fondled herself, one hand shooting down her panties and rubbing at her slit. “T-tits! Jugs! Oooh ...”

Sunset exhaled, spewing some juices from her slit and drifting off into a blissful sleep where her dreams were filled of fantasy, of Adagio Dazzle and Sonata Dusk running gracefully stark naked in a meadows like the Nymphs of classical lore.

The next evening, Sunset Shimmer returned to the lounge, all dressed up in a V-cut, sparkling red gown. She lingered with her hand on the door.

What am I doing? Sunset wondered to herself. What, was she going to just barge in there and demand for Adagio to take her hand in holy matrimony?

Sunset Shimmer looked down at herself, catching a glimspe of her own cleavage as she did. She couldn't quite put her finger on her why, but seeing it made her feel happy and more brave.

Okay, yes, I'm going to go in there and woo Adagio.

Sunset opened the door, finding that weird woman with the leather sitting by the door. She waved at Sunsetu, but Sunset pressed on and ignored her.

Sunset went back stage and climbed on up, grabbing a microphone off its stands.

“Am I blue?” Adagio sang. Sunset marched up to her, causing Adagio's singing to halt. Sunset took her rightful place next to Adagio, giving the Siren a determined glare.

Adagio smiled, pleased, and took Sunset by the hand, guiding Sunset into a dance as she started up another song.

“I need some help now,” Adagio sang, gazing fondly into Sunset's eyes, waiting for her to repeat.

“I need some help now,” Sunset awkwardly repeated.

“My chest feels so tight and heavy,” Adagio sang on, “I feel like I'm going to drown … oh, won't someone come and save me?”

“Won't someone come and save me?”

“Won't someone come?” Adagio sung. “Someone close to me, oh, please, come.”

“Oh, please, come,” Sunset repeated.

“Help ease these tightness in my joints,” Adagio stretched her arm into the air, giving Sunset a peek of side boob. “Help ease these knots in my chest.”

“Ease these knots in my chest ...”

“Pull on these restraints, and free me from this prison,” Adagio turned her back to Sunset, brushing her frizzy hair out of the way, letting Sunset see Adagio's bra strap and leaving absolutely no uncertainty in what she meant.

Sunset blushed, breaking into a sweat.

“Well?” Adagio turned over to Sunset with a smile. “Come on, Sunset.” Adagio fluttered her eyes. “Help me, Sunset. Free my boulders from these holders. You know want to ...”

Sunset, nervous, but unable to bring herself to say no outright, reached into Adagio's backless dress and unhooked her bra.

“Ah,” Adagio sighed. “That's better.” She brushed her hair back into place, turning to face Sunset. She resumed singing. “I say jump, you say ...”

“Jump!” Sunset, under Adagio's command, jumped into the air, letting her breasts bounce as she did.

“That's right,” Adagio said, pulling down the straps of her dress, exposing more of her cleavage. Sunset's face was plastered with an incredibly goofy grin.

Oh, wow … Sunset thought. They're so big! They're gorgeous! How did I not notice them before?

“A-Adagio ...” Sunset stammered.

“Yes?” Adagio asked, pulling her face to Sunset's.

Sunset lost her nerve, looking away and covering her face. “Never mind.”

“Hmm.” Adagio turned back to the crowd, singing some notes to keep them distracted from the seduction going on stage.

Sunset stood there in awe of the beauty in front of her, letting the mic she was holding fall to her side. Adagio glanced at her out the corner of her eye, Adagio pulled down on her other strap, leaving almost all of her bust exposed save for her nipples.

Sunset shivered. Goodness, her boobs are gorgeous! Sunset blinked, shaking her head. What? No. I don't think like that! I'm not some horny teenage boy on the Internet! I am not getting turned on by Adagio's boobs … am I? And even if I was, I'm not that … crude!

“Oh, Sunset,” Adagio whispered, slinking up to Sunset Shimmer. “Yes, Sunset. You are getting turned on my boobs.”

“I am?” Sunset asked, even though the increasing heat in her crotch told her the answer was yes.

“Oh, yes,” Adagio said, closing the distance between them, rubbing her chest onto Sunset's. “You've been staring at them for so long, at me for so long. Every night you've come here, it's been to stare at me. Why, as a matter of fact, you haven't been able to keep your hands off them all night. You've been wanting to fondle and grope me this whole time I've been in this awful bar ...”

Sunset moaned, placing her hands on Adagio's tits and rubbing them, her cheeks burning red as she indulged herself.

Adagio smirked, seeing the effect her words had on Sunset. This was her favorite part about mind control, the way she could rewrite someone's memories so easily. She could see in Sunset's eyes that she was convinced she'd been fondling Adagio all night, even though she only just started. Not that it mattered, Adagio supposed. To an entranced victim lusting after their mistress, the difference between a whole night and a few minutes of affection spent on their mistress was negligible. It was all the same amount of time to them; “Never enough.”

“Why don't we take this somewhere more private?” Adagio asked, walking Sunset offstage, using her hair to mask their activity from the audience. Some of them applauded the sensuality of what little they could see, most didn't know what to make of it.

“That's it ...” Adagio said as Sunset's fingers danced across her bosom as they went backstage. “You just keep rubbing, Sunset.” While Sunset giggled like a schoolgirl, Adagio guided her into the ladies' restroom.

“Now,” Adagio said, “are you ready to make your conversion complete, Sunset?” Adagio asked.

“C-conversion?” Sunset asked, only half paying attention, more concerned with loving on Adagio's chest.

“Yes,” Adagio said, “from a boob slut just when we're putting you under our spell to a boob-loving slut all of the time.”

Adagio wrapped her arms around Sunset's neck and brought the redhead forward, plunging her face into Adagio's cleavage. Sunset gave a short, sharp moan.

“Come on out, girls,” Adagio beckoned to the stalls, “I got her good and ready.”

Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk came out of a stall, and the Contessa entered through the front door. They crowded around Sunset Shimmer, and they got together, bumping their chests up against each other, smothering Sunset's face from all sides, lifting Sunset off the floor as a layer of bust propped up her head.

“Mmh! So … so busty.” Sunset breathed, nestling into the pillow fort she was stuck in.

“That's it, Sunset,” the Contessa said.

“Just give in,” Aria added.

“Yeah! We all know you love big boobies, you good little slut, so just let it out!” Sonata cheered her on.

Sunset moaned in agreement, kicking her leg out and smacking her heel into the Contessa's crotch.

“Oof.” The Contessa groaned, but she kept formation. “Somebody grab her legs.”

“Got it,” Aria reached down, grabbing Sunset's thighs and keeping her from kicking out. It proved to be something of a challenge, as Sunset proceeded to shake more and more, wanting to flail her limbs everywhere, but Aria was able to keep her steady.

“Ooh!” Sunset groaned, the Contessa and the Dazzlings delighting in the smell as Sunset squirted a puddle of cum out from under her dress, soaking the bathroom tile in her juices.

“I love the smell of femcum in the morning,” Sonata said.

“It's the middle of the night,” Aria corrected her.

“Oh, quiet, you two,” the Contessa said. “You're ruining our moment of triumph.” The Contessa picked Sunset up by the waist, lifting her out of the boob pile and bringing Sunset down on her feet. “So, Sunset Shimmer, how are you feeling?”

“I love boobs,” Sunset muttered. “I love to cum for big titties ...”

“Do you? That's wonderful to hear!” The Contessa said. “But do you like to suck?”

Sunset nodded.

“Good!” The Contessa unzipped and stuffed her nipple into Sunset's mouth, blasting her with milk, making Sunset's breasts swell up as they reacted to the Contessa's contaminants. “I told you we would make your new and improved rack a permanent fixture soon enough! And I am going to give you nice big round titsies so you have something to suck and play with when Adagio Dazzle and I aren't around.”

“What are we, chopped liver?” Aria asked.

“Shush,” the Contessa told her. “I can't hear Sunset's moans over your bellyaching.” The Contessa, deciding she was satisfied with Sunset's new size, popped her tit out of Sunset's mouth.

Sunset went to fondling her leaking chest for a few minutes, before noticing Adagio again. Adagio smiled and waved at her, and Sunset leaped at her, tearing Adagio's dress down and biting down onto Adagio's nipple, sucking her tit.

“So, Sunset,” the Contessa lovingly stroked Sunset's hair, “would you be willing to help Adagio and I spread your new love of boobs around? Say, perhaps to a certain Rarity?”

Sunset nodded and agreed without hesitation, moaning in delight as both she and Adagio tickled and fondled her breasts from underneath.

Author's Note

I will, of course, taken whatever excuse I can to write about Sunset being hypnotized by Adagio's boobs. I like boobnosis. I like Sundagio. Putting them together just works, like chocolate and peanut butter.

Smirking At Sunset sounds a like a good name for an album.

You know, I remember a time when just the very idea of merely typing the word “boobs” made me shudder and recoil in my seat.

The chapter title is a bit of fun self-poking hyperbole, though I wouldn't mind if the number of stories with that plot line really did hit that number. Actually, I probably would. How would I find the time to read them all?

Perhaps a bit short and a bit fast, but that's nothing new for me.