The Power To Enslave

by Budget_Player_Cadet

Rating: mature
Tags: Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Starlight Glimmer, Romance, Sex
Length: 2900

Starlight doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know how she got there. She doesn't know why she can't focus or cast. All she knows is that she is trapped, and horny.

Starlight doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know how she got there. She doesn't know why she can't focus or cast. She doesn't know who the robed stranger is, or why her vision is so fuzzy. All she knows is that she is trapped, and that someone intends to toy with her drug-addled mind.

CW (non-spoilers): Rape, Drug Play, Bondage
CW (Spoilers!): Hypnosis, Fake Rape, Abreactions

Published 2017-09-05 16:00:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-05 16:00:06 UTC

Drugged and Dropped

The first thought she had as she awoke was that the room was dark. Starlight Glimmer blinked her bleary eyes, trying to make out what was going on. The room was bathed in deep shadows, with only a few hints of pink and purple visible in the corners, light filtering through the crystal from other rooms.

So I’m in the castle, she thought to herself. She rubbed her head, and tried to think. She didn’t recall falling asleep. She tried to think back, but each time she did, any thoughts she had were engulfed in a harsh, red light, and her thoughts left her again. After a little while, she stopped trying. Her memories didn’t seem to want to work.

So I can’t remember much, she thought to herself. That’s odd. And yet, despite that realization, the words seemed to escape her. Like her mind didn’t want to find it odd.

She paused for a moment, and reached for her bedside lamp.

She was not the only person in the room. The light flickered on, revealing a hooded figure sitting on a chair across from the bed. Starlight could barely make out any features, beyond the toothy grin they were wearing, and the small bulge in the hood that marked a unicorn.

Starlight looked suspiciously at them. “Who… are you?” she demanded weakly, leaning up to get a better look.

The hooded figure merely chuckled ominously.

Starlight sat up, rubbing her eyes. Everything felt fuzzy and weak, and she stumbled a bit dismounting the bed. Her eyes never left the hooded figure in front of her, that grin piercing through her.

“What are you doing in my room?” Starlight demanded, as she paced.

The figure smirked. In a lilting, foreign voice, it spoke to her, “I am here to show you pleasure.”

Starlight blinked and glared at the figure. She couldn’t tell anything about the voice. And the more she tried to think about it, the more she ran into barriers. The red light in her head burned each time she tried to focus. So she didn’t.

Her mind felt very odd. Very fuzzy.

The figure continued. “I am here to show you the pleasure of submission, Starlight. To show you how incredible it can be to give yourself up completely.”

“Do I know you?” Starlight asked, worry rising in her gut. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not interested.”

The figure rose from the chair, and closed the distance between them. An aquamarine hoof took hold of Starlight’s chin, and she gazed into the brilliant azure globes that peered through the darkness off the hood. “If you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t be here.”

Starlight used her magic to push the interloper away. Or at least, she tried. The moment she tried to focus on her magic, the same hard, red light flashed across her vision, breaking up her thoughts and leaving her mind fuzzier and less concentrated than before. Instead, she reared up and tried to push the figure away.

“What did you do to me?” she slurred, fear rising within her, as she tried again to focus on her magic. The red light blocked her again, pushing the focus away, making it impossible to concentrate enough to channel her magic. “What did you do?”

“Silly Starlight. Only what you asked me to do.” The figure grabbed her chin again.

Starlight batted her hoof away.

The door, she thought, looking over. It hung open, nothing blocking her way to freedom. She had to get Twilight, or Trixie, or someone. She dashed for it.

“Silly submissive Starlight,” giggled the figure.

The words seeped into Starlight’s mind. They hung there, echoing through her thoughts, as she stopped on the spot, barely keeping her balance. She wanted to keep going… Why did she want to keep going? Why did she want to do anything? She paused, long enough for a hoof to reach around her, and wrap an odd-smelling cloth around her muzzle. Her vision faded and went dark, as her thoughts were smothered in blissful oblivion and fell away.

The last thing she heard before she fell was a giggling, lilting voice, saying, “This is going wonderfully.“

Starlight Glimmer awoke on her bed, flat on her back, feeling warm, fuzzy, and pleasant. She didn’t recall going to bed, but didn’t worry too much about it. Her thoughts were confusing – a mess of jumbled fragments, and trying too hard to focus on any one caused a painful red light to flash up in her head. After the first few tries, she stopped trying.

She was a little concerned about how little this concerned her. And how… wet she felt.

She wanted to pause to collect her thought, but she knew if she did, she’d just end up hitting the red light. So she didn’t. She wondered briefly how she knew about the red light… and got a firm reminder. She clutched her head, annoyed at her inability to gather her thoughts.

“Fun, isn’t it,” came a lilting voice. Familiar, yet utterly unrecognizable. “Can’t think. Can’t focus. Can’t cast. Don’t know why you’re here. Don’t know who I am. The drugs are working wonderfully.”

“Drugs?” Starlight muttered, her thoughts feeling even more fuzzy, as her subconscious scrambled to feel anything resembling fear. She failed, and settled on puzzlement. Apparently she was allowed to feel that. “What drugs? Who are you?” She blinked, and peered around the room, unable to see through the darkness.

“Oh, fun little drugs,” crooned the voice. “The kind that leaves you helpless…”

The voice giggled softly in the darkness, and Starlight felt a presence loom over her.

“Helpless and horny.”

A hoof slid gently along Starlight’s thigh, and she melted into the touch, moaning softly. It felt like the hoof was lighting fires beneath her skin, tugging her heat to the surface. She moaned, before her thoughts returned to her. “St-stop,” she managed to force out, smacking the hoof away.

“Oh, you didn’t like that?” said the voice, and another hoof rubbed her other flank, producing much the same effect. “It sounds like you like it.”

Again, Starlight managed to rebuke the hoof. The skin it had touched tingled with potent arousal.

This was wrong. This felt wrong.

No it isn't, came the retort from inside her own head. This feels good, so it must be right.

“Aww, is someone scared?” murmured the pony just out of reach.

Starlight tried to stand up, but something stopped her. Her hind legs didn’t seem to want to work. Her forelimbs were sluggish and weak. She tried to lift herself off the bed, and failed, much to the audible delight of the pony beside her. She tried to cast… Nothing. Her mind faded to red long before she achieved the concentration needed to cast a spell.

“There’s no need to be scared,” came the voice. “I’ll make sure you have a wonderful time.”

Starlight could make out a pearly white grin from the shadows.

“Now, spread.”

Starlight felt her hind legs start to move. Start to spread apart, slowly revealing herself, and as much as she tried, her feeble attempts could not stop them. She tried to cover herself with her tail, but it didn’t want to move either. Fear bubbled up within her, muted as it was. “What are you going to do to me?” she demanded.

The pony in the darkness stepped forward. Their face was still mostly obscured, but bits of white-striped mane were visible, even by the pale light that shined through the crystal. They threw back their head in laughter.

“I’m going to make you mine, Starlight.” Once more, the hoof ran up her thigh, leaving trails of pleasure behind it.

“No…”

“Yes. You wanted this.” The figure loomed out of the darkness, stroking, caressing.

“No,” Starlight moaned, fighting to push down the warmth blooming within her, her forelimbs trying to find any purchase on the bed. She couldn’t figure out why it felt so good. It was as if every fiber of her being yearned for this.

“Yes, submissive Starlight.”

Those insistent words threw a pink haze over everything. Starlight’s mind stalled, going blank for just a moment, and in that blank, empty space, pleasure blossomed as a hoof stroked across her slick, wet marehood.

She tried to stifle her moans, but couldn’t remember why she had wanted to. As her assailant continued their ministrations, she didn’t hold back, sinking deeper into the bliss radiating from her core.

“Oh, now someone’s enjoying herself,” her assailant said, chuckling softly to themselves. “And a good thing, too. If you resist too long, the drug will wear off.”

The mention of a drug allowed Starlight’s thoughts to poke through the mist that felt so impenetrable. She listened carefully.

“After all, if I make you cum, I’ll take control of your mind permanently… And it would be such a shame to have to brew this potion again, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” came the words, although Starlight could have sworn she didn’t say them.

“And you’d make a wonderful obedient pet, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” she whined, making a conscious effort.

“…What?”

Mustering her energy, pushing past the painful red light, Starlight snapped out of it.

“NO!”

Still sluggish and weak, her hoof kicked against the hooded figure, pushing her back.

“Help,” she moaned, her voice weak and feeble. She couldn’t raise her voice. Her mind was too fuzzy to cast. “Twilight! Help!”

There was no way it would reach through the heavy door on her room.

The door!

She needed to reach the door. Find Twilight. Do something. Why were her legs so slow? Why did she feel so hesitant?

Her hoof was on the doorknob.

Why wasn’t she turning it?

The hooded figure rose behind her. “You feel it, don’t you,” they said, giggling softly. “You want this. You asked me to do this to you. And now I am doing this. I’ll have to bind you much tighter next time, submissive Starlight.”

A goofy grin spread across Starlight’s face. Whatever she had been thinking before to upset her so much, it clearly wasn’t important any more. She giggled softly to herself.

“Fuzzzzzzzzzy,” she groaned, feeling her mind drain of all those pesky thoughts she’d had in it. It felt like someone had gently but firmly stuffed a pound of cotton candy into her brain through her ears.

“Much, much tighter. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The hooded figure gazed into her eyes. Starlight saw those two purple orbs take up her entire field of vision.

“Yes, Mistress,” Starlight moaned.

“Good girl,” cooed the figure, holding that a strangely pleasant-smelling rag up to her face.

Her eyes fell shut.

Three thoughts entered Starlight’s mind.

The first was that she was bound to her bed.

The second was that it was very hard to muster any kind of surprise or outrage at this situation, regardless of how little sense it made. Her entire mind felt fuzzy and empty. Everything was just as it should be.

The third was that this felt very familiar.

She couldn’t tell what was binding her. Her head was heavy and didn’t want to move.

“Feels good to be bound like that, doesn't it?” mused her captor. She tilted her head, trying to make out who it was, but soon gave up. It felt too nice to be bound like this. It felt too good to be teased like this.

There was a mouth on her marehood.

That was easy to focus on. The pressure and warmth as it stroked up and down. Up and down... up and down... It felt even better than usual. Starlight couldn't help but focus her attention entirely on the sensations flooding through her as lips suckled around her outer lips, tugging lightly away, before a tongue lashed against her nub, pulling a desperate moan from her mouth. There was a fire within her, as though she was deep in her heat cycle, with no relief in sight, save the soft, smooth tongue pushing deeper into her.

And through all of this, words entered her mind. And she couldn't help but moan the responses.

“You want to be bound.”

“I want to b-be bound.”

“You want to be teased.”

“I want to be t-ohh-teased.”

“You want to be owned.”

“I want to – oh buck – be owned.”

The words were not her own. Her mind tried, ever so briefly, to put up a fight against the intruders, but everything flashed red and she stopped resisting. It was so much easier to give in. Why was she even fighting? She had no idea. It just felt good. It felt good to feel good. And the tongue licking her was good. Her mind couldn't think any further than that.

“Being owned sounds like so much fun, doesn't it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Once again, Starlight felt as though her body was acting without her will.

Bright eyes shone into hers, piercing her soul. “Mine. Forever.” With each word, her hoof ground into Starlight’s wetness a little harder. “A mindless. Helpless. Obedient. Pet.”

Starlight struggled to think through the haze. “Nnn…” She groaned, trying to slow her erratic breathing. “Nnn…. Not a pet…”

“Mindless. Helpless. Aroused. Obedient. Pet,” her assailant continued, letting their fetlock trail over Starlight’s clitoris. And as it did, as the pleasure burst through the haze, Starlight felt words grasping at her subconscious.

Obedient. Submissive. Aroused.

Helpless.Mindless. Pet.

Obey. Submit. Cum.

Forever.

She pushed the thoughts away, barely catching herself as her arousal spiked. She had almost just let herself go.

But as soon as that thought landed in her mind, it was swept away, as the far more potent, far more fun thoughts came back. Her subconscious fought itself, as her body twitched and squirmed beneath the pony’s touch.

“N-ngh-not a pet,” she spoke out, more quietly and slowly than before. The words seemed odd in her mouth. Why was she saying them?

“Only a matter of time before you’re mine.”

She was losing the battle. Starlight’s subconscious fought, desperately, against the twin tides of the assailant’s compelling words and the waves of arousal that made it so hard to think. Her thoughts became more and more faded as the waves turned to a storm, a tidal wave of emotion, bearing down on her.

“My brainwashed little pet. Forever.” The other pony cackled evilly.

That word… That one word. Starlight’s eyes shot open, as synapses fired, and her thoughts lept to a far darker place. The words in her mind replaced by one thing, screaming like a claxon through her mind.

“URSA MINOR! USRA MINOR! URSA MINOR!!!”

Her assailant pulled back immediately, as Starlight felt her body collapse, utterly spent, on the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slowly curled up into the fetal position.

“Oh no, Starlight, is everything alright?”

The voice, previously garbled and unrecognizable, shone through clearly. How had she not recognized it as her mistress?

Trixie rushed to the bed, shedding the hood, and scooping Starlight up in her hooves, holding her close. She was warm, and soft, and Starlight relished the warm, pleasant embrace.

Starlight took a moment. She took a slow, ragged breath. The tears kept coming.

“Shhh… It’s all right, Starlight. Trixie is here. It will be okay.”

“I-I-I’m s-s-suh-sorry,” Starlight blubbered through the tears. “Too mu-huh-huh-huch.”

“Shhh… It’s okay,” Trixie said, rubbing Starlight’s neck. “Everything is okay. Trixie is here.”

Starlight fell silent, simply leaning into Trixie’s embrace as she cried. She let her tears slowly stain into her mistress's warm, fuzzy withers. There was no drug. There was no restraint. There was no stranger raping her. All that was left was a loving mistress, worried about her beloved subject.

The caresses and touches gradually dried her tears, and she turned her head up to look into her mistress’s eyes.

She saw worry and regret.

“Trixie is... sorry. She tried to go too hard.”

Starlight nuzzled into Trixie’s withers, wiping away her tears. “It’s that word,” she said, sniffling lightly. “Brainwashing. It reminded me of... bad things. Bad things I did.”

She paused for a moment, reflecting, before stammering, "I liked it up until then, I really did! It was my idea, after all..."

Trixie’s hoof was running through her mane. It felt warm and soft, like fuzz was spreading through her thoughts. Comforting her. Unbinding her thoughts from where they were, freeing them to focus entirely on much better things. Things like the words her mistress cooed into her ear.

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine.”

“Thank you, mistress,” she sighed, the pain already fading along with the rest of her thoughts as she fell back into trance. “I'll be your good little pet. Thank you.”

Author's Note

My go-to editor dumped me, and if I don't post this now it probably ain't getting posted. I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless. I wanted to try something a little different. Sometimes, BDSM doesn't really work out. Sometimes things get messy, a scene goes too far, and you accidentally hurt the person you love. With hypnosis, this kind of thing can happen - when you get into a person's mind, and aren't careful, you can open old emotional wounds.

Any spelling or grammar errors, or general critique, feel free to let me know. Hope you enjoy.