I was sitting in the courtyard preparing my questions to interview Rarity as I mulled over recent events. The questions were written up quite neatly, and organized sequentially in the order that I’d planned to ask them. A standard interview was a simple enough affair, I’d conducted a few for the Crystal Castle when Prince Shining or Princess Cadence couldn’t manage them. Additionally, this one was simply a formality. I’d already decided to hire the mare, convinced I could keep any of her potential deviancies in line with some of my more illicit methods.

In fact, I was more concerned about Twilight’s behavior than anything. She’d grown pushy, and needed some new orders to keep her in line. Just that morning, she’d rushed off a full two minutes ahead of schedule in order to discuss the situation with Rarity. I had expected to interview Miss Rarity a day or two later, but Twilight had pressed for it to happen immediately. Luckily, I’d been preparing a few extra supplies, so I was able to accommodate the slight schedule change.

I was not happy about it. While no real harm had been done, it still needed to be addressed.

The immediate problem as I saw it was that she was unhappy with the punishment she’d received. Unhappy enough to risk disturbing my schedule. I’d have to fix that and ensure that she was properly motived by punishments without causing a disturbance to my system. I thoroughly enjoyed the sex and our new relationship, but my top priority has always been keeping the castle in order. Once the novelty of having the Princess beg me for my cock wore off, I had realized that I needed to maintain the order I craved. Not just for my comfort anymore, either.

I’d gone well beyond the limits of what was socially acceptable, and if any crack in my castle’s operations became visible, somebody might investigate. If that investigation didn’t go well, I’d be getting a very severe sentence from the senior princesses. Keeping the castle in order had gone from a matter of personal comfort to a matter of survival. Even knowing that, I still pressed the limits on my control over Twilight.

As for why, it’s not as complex as it seems at first glance; the situation was in actuality quite simple. I’d discovered a new hunger, and in turn discovered how to sate it. My desire for control only grew as I gained more of it. It’s not an addiction, not as I see it. Can a pony be addicted to air or food? I’d discovered that it was simply something I need. And so I sought it as desperately as a drowning pony gasps for air.

I was in charge of Twilight’s life. I touched her how and when I pleased, I commanded her body, and I even directly influenced her mind. Her body was my body before it was hers, and I made sure to remind her of this regularly. I’d even convinced her that she enjoyed it. Spike as well. While I had no interest in using him like I used Twilight, I still owned him. That drake’s claws, his scales, his mind, even his very breath were all mine.

I relished that in a way that cannot be explained, only experienced.

My motivation to keep the castle clean was ostensibly why I was hiring more staff, but my true purpose was simply to acquire more. More dolls, more minds, more flesh, and more toys. I’ve always been ambitious. I’d reached the pinnacle of my ambitions, so of course they’d grown. At the time I was focused on the next pony I would control–the next body to become my plaything.

Rarity, unlike Twilight, had a cultured beauty. One she worked hard to maintain. I’d previously only noticed her as an occasional nuisance around the castle, but once Twilight mentioned her as a possibility for the staff, I’d been forced to re-evaluate her potential worth. While many of Twilight’s friends tracked in mud, or left a room in disarray, Rarity never did. She never had to be asked to properly leave her plate after dining, or to hang her outer wear up in an appropriate spot. As far as Twilight’s recommendations went, she’d need the least amount of work to become a suitable member on my staff.

In effect, she would be easy.

The only immediate issues I foresaw were her obligations to her boutique, and her slight disapproval of me. Both would be manageable with a proper schedule and a heavy dose of a potion I’d been brewing. Of course, I’d need to requisition more uniforms from her, but that had become an inevitability the moment I laid my hooves on the examples that Twilight had brought back. She was undeniably a master tailor, and there was significant potential living within her. I’d never been close to a master tailor before, and I was curious how I could utilize her as one of my playthings.

For her schedule, once she finished the initial job of decorating, she’d only need to visit before an event or for an occasional update to the décor. I’d make sure she dropped by every once in a while to keep up her conditioning and spend some time in the play room, but beyond that her presence was unnecessary. It would work well, allowing her to continue managing her business, and minimizing the on hoof staff at the same time. With a little bit of scheduling, it would be trivially easy to integrate her life into my castle.

The solution for her personality was even more simple. I didn’t need her to like me, I only needed her to realize that I was in charge. I’d learned some of the finer details of hypnosis by then, and certainly wasn’t about to make the same mistakes with Rarity as I had with Twilight. Simply put, it’s best not to challenge preconceived notions. It is much easier and more effective to change their perception of reality to fit your needs.

Rarity did not particularly like me, so I would not challenge that understanding of our relationship. I had forced Twilight to adopt some new beliefs rather quickly, and the transition could have gone much smoother had I been more careful. Twilight spent too much energy at war with herself during the transition, and there were a few moments where I lost control as a result. Instead of changing how she actually felt about me, I would change her perception of our relationship.

She would understand that, like me or not, she needed to impress and obey me. If I coupled that with changing her perception of acceptable behavior, it wouldn’t seem odd for her to accommodate my demands. Part of how that would exactly take place was reliant on my interview questionnaire. After that, I could safely change her opinion of me over time and many regular incremental sessions, like cleaning an old disused attic for the first time in many years. With an old attic, you don’t bother trying to dust until you take all the clutter out and leave it empty. Each session I would remove one box of clutter, or rather one notion of me, until there was only what I wanted left. Once the room was in an acceptable state, I would dust. And once the room was dusted properly, I would bring out my other cleaning supplies and ensure it was perfectly, methodically clean.

In time, Rarity would be perfect.

What I truly enjoyed about this plan was how it didn’t deny me any of the little pleasures over the course of it, unlike with when I was working on Twilight. If the first session took properly, Rarity would be a slightly unwilling but a fully understanding and compliant participant from the start.

I was sure Twilight would appreciate that, given her punishment at the time. The sooner Rarity was put into my new collection, the sooner Twilight would be released from my impromptu order and her delectably effective spell.

I noted the time just as Rarity stepped into the courtyard. She was wearing a formal, but professional looking, dark blue dress made out of a silken cloth. More importantly, she was 30 seconds early, and would likely sit down exactly on time. Perfect.

Smiling, I gestured to the table that contained a pot of tea, two cups, and some lunch scones while holding the stack of questions in my other hoof. “Greetings, Miss Rarity. Please have a seat.”

She raised an eyebrow in mild surprise as a moment of frustration flashed across her face, but responded pleasantly enough as she daintily pulled out her chair and sat down. “Thank you, Mr. Corners. I’m glad to be…” She paused for a moment as she decided on what to say. “Given this opportunity.” Curiously, she waited to see how I’d respond.

I smiled back, and faked a chuckle to put her at ease. “Please. We both know this is a formality. Have a some tea and a scone or two. I have a few questions for you, mostly standard with a few more specific based on your impressive accomplishments.” I’d found that flattery usually put mares like Rarity more at ease.

She sighed theatrically, flipping her hair. “I suppose some of that may be true.” She used her telekinesis to pour herself a cup of tea, as I sipped from my own cup. “Actually… I had a few questions for you as well, Mr. Corners.”

I looked back curiously. I had expected as much, but the directness was unexpected.

“By all means, please ask.”

Rarity took a sip from her tea, briefly looking at it quizzically before returning her attention to me and setting it down. “Before we begin the formal interview, Mr. Corners, I hope you’ll answer a personal question or two of mine.”

“I’ll do my best. And my apologies about the tea, it actually grows on you quite a bit once you get used to the flavor. It’s a rare Neighponese blend with a little Zebrican twist. Princess Twilight’s grown fond of it, so I’ve been practicing this particular blend more often. Do give it a chance to settle in.” I pointedly took a sip of mine after I spoke.

Rarity eyed her cup with a more curious look and lifted it again, holding it up as she spoke. “Actually, I wanted to ask about Twilight. She mentioned something interesting when she was by my boutique earlier.

I grinned behind my cup, hiding the expression.

Rarity took another sip, and narrowed her eyes aggressively at me before she spoke. “What exactly are your intentions with Twilight, Mr. Corners?”

A practiced and feigned surprise fell on my face. “Pardon?”

Rarity continued employing her new and aggressive demeanor, glaring at me as she spoke. “I know you and Twilight are in a relationship, especially after that borderline obscene request…”

I sighed. “I suppose I’ll admit that you fulfilled the request magnificently. Your familiarity was why Princess Twilight went to you instead of a more traditional source. I know she trusts you, so it’s only natural that I should become comfortable with that as well.”

Rarity’s eyes softened slightly. “Quite.”

The fiction I provided wasn’t too far off from reality. “Twilight and I found that we… enjoy each other’s company. For now, we’d like to keep our recent… proclivities… mostly a secret. Aside from a few trusted individuals, of course.” I nodded to her meaningfully.

Rarity hummed thoughtfully as she took another sip. “Hmm… Well, I am flattered. But I’m afraid I must keep asking directly: What are your intentions with my friend?”

“Miss Rarity, I assure you that my intentions are pure.” This was technically true, but it also meant nothing. “Princess Twilight is very special to me, I value her as much as I value my life.” Not entirely true, but close enough that it was easy to put some emotion behind the statement. If Twilight’s condition was found out, my life would likely be forfeit.

She settled back and sipped from the cup again, looking at it appraisingly instead of me as she spoke. “Fine enough, Mr Corners. I just wanted to ensure that you didn’t plan on breaking her heart.”

I honestly frowned, upset at the connotation. “The last thing that I would allow to happen would be that.” Beyond that, Twilight’s heart had already been broken by me, and then I’d forged it back together. She had a heart of steel now, one that I could never break. I knew full well that Twilight was my doll and a doll’s heart couldn’t beat or break. She was a toy. As I saw it, her love was now inconsequential; both to herself and to me.

Rarity took another sip, closed her eyes, and then opened them to stare directly at me in a clearly threatening manner as she put the cup down. I was taken aback both by her suddenly intimidating presence and what she said. “I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Corners. Because if you did, I would show you exactly how to never use scissors, a sewing needle and thread to remove any unnecessary equipment a stallion may have.”

Her deathly cold glare sent shivers into my very soul as I could not stop imagining the scene she implied. With her skill, it was no empty threat. I was lost for words. “I… umm… see.”

She smiled, easing back into her seat and raising the cup to her face again as she took a dainty sip. “I’m glad we see eye to eye then. To business?”

Nervously, I picked up my cup with a shaking hoof. I needed to focus, so I took a sip to calm my nerves. I almost wished I had what was in Rarity’s cup instead of mine. Almost.

“Yes. Of course. Ahem. Question one.” I looked down to the sheet, glad I wrote everything down as I’d forgotten what I’d planned. I skipped the section on general work ethic and started with the castle administration section. She had shaken me, so I wanted to hurry this along. “Do you understand that, as a member of the castle staff, you will be privy to information that others will not be?”

She smiled, knowingly. “I suppose I do, Mr. Corners.”

“Good. Okay… I umm… think we can just skip most of these… aha. How often do you allow personal opinions to affect your work?” I shuffled nervously.

Rarity blinked, momentarily confused as she took another sip of tea. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief as I realized that the drugs were starting to kick in. “Oh. Hardly ever. I have to maintain professional relationships with all kinds of clients for my work. I pride myself in my composure.”

I relaxed as I looked closely at her eyes. They were beginning to dilate. I decided that it was safe enough to test her, not to mention it would put me back in control. “And how do you feel about me, Miss Rarity?”

She looked taken aback for a moment, but then cautiously answered. “I… don’t really like you, Mr. Corners. You’re too… fake. You act nice, and you have all the other girls fooled, but I feel like you’re a charlatan. A trickster living a lie, spinning a web of lies to catch anybody you can in it. I’ve met stallions like you before, and regretfully even slept with one or two when I was caught up in their web.” She paused, glaring intently into my eyes.

I knew she wasn’t a fan of me, but I hadn’t realized the depth of her… feelings until just then. I remembered what she said for a long, long time.

“It’s your gaze, it lingers just a moment too long. You like to stare, and you don’t seem to be thinking kind thoughts when you do. But I don’t have any real evidence to speak of, only a feeling deep down that you’re just lying to everybody and you’re a terrible pony. Maybe even lying to yourself.” Rarity stared silently off for a second, then looked back at me confused. “Did I just say all of that out loud?”

I had been taken aback by her again. Was I really so easy to read, or was there something about her that allowed her to see me for what I was? As unsettling as it was, I was glad that I now knew how she felt. Twilight had been right to go after her first. She may have caught me otherwise. I needed to move forward with the plan. “Yes, but don’t worry about it. That’s not important. Have another sip of tea as we move on to the next question.”

Rarity slowly took a sip, and looked at me in slight confusion. “Of course, Mr. Corners.” She looked briefly concerned, and spoke up again. “Where’s Twilight? I’m not sure…” She suddenly grew demanding. “Something is not right. I want to see Twilight.”

I calmly reassured her. “No, everything is fine, Miss Rarity. Twilight is going to be along in a bit, if you aren’t feeling well it’s best you wait for her. We were just moving on to the next question. Would you say that you prefer mares or stallions as sexual partners?”

Rarity smiled and took another sip. “Oh! Stallions, definitely. Mares are fine, but I’m just not excited by them. Stallions are big and strong and dashing in such an alluring way. I tried to sleep with a mare once, but I just had no interest. It’s a shame, she was a real sweetheart and I very much wanted to like her in an intimate way. It would have been so romantic! Alas, life would be so much simpler if I was gay! Stallions are always trying to use you, either to get ahead and jump to the next ring in the social ladder or to just leave you in the morning after they get what they want.”

She got briefly angry at the thought, before calming down and continuing. “But there’s nothing like a big strong stallion just sweeping you off your feet and letting you get lost in the magic of the moment.” Her eyes glossed over, and then she blushed. “And the feeling when he climbs on top of you, nibbles on your neck and just eases in for the first time… oh it’s divine!” Rarity was smiling dreamily as she focused on some imaginary stallion.

“I see. Next question. Do you find me attractive?”

She smiled, focusing on me and looking me directly in the eye. “Not at all, darling.”

I smiled back, pleased that the drugs had fully taken effect. Her mind had lost all of its walls, and was now utterly defenseless. Part of that was how completely unaware of the situation she was. Before I made my few adjustments, I wanted to cover the important questions from the questionnaire.

“Next question. What are your thoughts on the act of sex itself?”

Rarity continued to smile, happy to discuss anything at all for the moment. “Oh, I’m a romantic at heart. Sex is the culmination of romance! It’s when two hearts become one, and their stories intermingle. In a way, it’s a true moment of joy and celebration of love and life itself. Sex is the creation of life and love through the culmination and expression of love! It’s beautiful and poetic, and every mare deserves to experience it in her life. Which, by the way, is why I’m allowing you to date Twilight. Even though you’re going to break her heart eventually.”

I let her speak. She had more to say, and I was curious.

She sighed, sadly. “Inevitably, relationships end up in a tragic way. Star crossed lovers, an old flame briefly rekindled, or maybe a close friend that got too close during a camping trip. Love, and therefore sex, is tragic. But that makes it beautiful in a way. Romance has a fleeting nature, and sex exemplifies it perfectly. The slow and steady buildup, or perhaps a rough and quick romp, but it inevitably leads to a climax. A moment of pure bliss for one or more of the ponies involved. And then…” Rarity sighed again, looking wistful.

She was quiet when she spoke. “It’s over. It’s done and you’re dirty and feel disgusted with yourself. And you wonder why you ever though this was a good idea to begin with as you move to the shower, hoping to wash the grime off you one more time. It’s a futile struggle against the fleeting nature of joy itself. And even that less savory side is part of its beauty. Even that is…” Rarity sniffled. “Well, that is romance, darling.”

It was certainly not the answer I’d expected, but I suppose that’s what I got for asking such an open question. Intrigued, I kept pushing, my curiosity veering myself off the course of my questionnaire. “Interesting. And how do you feel about casual sex? Sex with no emotion involved?”

Rarity looked cross at the question. “What’s the point, darling? If there’s no love, no passion, why bother with all that mess and dirt? It’s a waste of time and dignity.”

“And public sex?” Now I was just digging to see what she said. Her answer had intrigued me, and I wanted to know why she thought what she did. I didn’t really understand her perspective, as passionate as she was. Sex is about control, plain and simple. When you own someone, you can use them. You can degrade them and make the do what you want. Them bringing you pleasure is what sex is, and pleasure comes from obedience. I knew society didn’t quite agree with me, but I understood it intrinsically. It wasn’t something to be argued, only explained and shared. Willingness, romance, fate, love, all of it was inconsequential to power. Power rules everything in this world, either immediately or implicitly. And power is what sex truly is.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Sex is a private matter between two hearts. Bringing another pony in dilutes it, makes it obscene and uncouth. Obscenity is when you lose sight of the romance and the passion, focusing on whatever selfish reasons drive you instead. When you have sex for a spectacle, the passion is lost in the noise. Maybe it’s for money, or pleasure, or maybe it’s just for something to do. Without romance, sex becomes simply obscene and arguably irresponsible. Ponies lost in obscenity are… poor lost souls at best. Cruel charlatans at worst.”

No doubt that’s what she meant earlier when she called me a charlatan. I suppose I was, or rather am, but having the insight to her thinking was valuable. I’d gathered enough to start building the basics of what I needed into her mind, and could work on taking out the rest of her ridiculousness later.

For Rarity, I’d learned that everything was about romance, and that was the key to her soul. In addition to her tail.

“How do you feel about Twilight?”

Rarity smiled. “She’s simply the best! She’s kind, thoughtful, smart, and a princess no less! She’d do anything to help her friends out, even if she is a little bit of a lovable dork. I want her to be happy so much! She deserves to be happy, you know. She’s always so nervous and worried. Where is she? I needed to see her for some reason.” Rarity trailed off and looked around in mild confusion as she sipped her tea.

“Don’t worry about that. How much are you willing to sacrifice to ensure she’s happy?”

Rarity paused for a moment, forgetting her concern to answer my question. “Oh, anything. Not Sweetie, of course, but anything else. I’d really rather prefer not losing my business as well, but if I thought it would truly make Twilight happy, I’d just give it all away.” She smiled absently as her eyes blinked. Rarity was suddenly content to simply sit and stare if I didn’t ask her a question, so I waited for a minute, watching her closely for any other signs of the drugs progress.

Just to be sure, I decided to play it safe. “Drink the rest of your tea, Rarity.”

Without saying a word, she raised the cup to her lips, and began to swallow in large unladylike gulps. I watched as she drained the cup, leaving an uncharacteristic mess on her upper lip when she was done. Frowning, I reached forward and wiped her lips clean. She didn’t respond, staying perfectly still as I wiped her lip clean. She’d drank enough to keep a normal mare under the spell for a few hours at least. More than enough time for me to get to work. I put the unfinished questionnaire down, just one example of my over preparedness, as I took out an old pocket watch.

It was an unnecessary tool at this point, but the familiarity of it made me feel more calm. I’d been practicing with it, as a focus was usually necessary to get a pony into a receptive state. Rarity was already well into a receptive state because of the potion, but I needed her to focus on me. Right then, she was dangerously unfocused. If some other pony had happened by and started giving her commands, she’d follow them exactly. Worse, if they asked questions, she’d answer swiftly and to the best of her abilities.

“Listen to the ticking noise this watch makes. Focus on it. Breath in with each tick and out with each tock.” I took a breath, and started the process.

“Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Listen to the clock…” This was the hardest part of traditional hypnotism. You needed to keep your voice steady and confident, getting them to hone in on the constant ready rhythm of the focus, in this case a ticking watch. You could use anything, but I preferred a watch for its other uses. Watches were timely, after all. I could use it to keep track of the timing as I moved through the process. That had been another mistake I’d made with Twilight. I kept up the rhythm for a a good ten minutes, watching her breathing closely to make sure she was matching the watch.

Eventually, I stopped talking, and she kept up her breathing with the watch on her own. It was time to start building my doll. “Rarity, can you hear me?”

She answered softly. “Yes, Mr. Cleaned.”

Hypnotism works best with a few rules, so my statements were very carefully crafted, unlike the clumsy commands I’d given Twilight and Spike. “Good. Listen closely. You are in a state of mind that we’ll call preponderant perception. When you hear me say those words, preponderant perception, you’ll enter this state of mind. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Listen closely. What are the words that will put you in this state if I say them?”

She answered slowly, but clearly. “Preponderant perception.”

Repetition was important in this state, both for her and for me. “Good. Listen closely. Remember, I have to say the words preponderant perception, and then you will enter this state of mind. What are the words you have to remember?”

“I have to remember preponderant perception.”

“Good. Listen closely.” I would make sure to start her commands with that phrase. The potion made her more receptive, but I was being careful. I was treating this as if I hadn’t used the potion and was sticking to the normal rules. I’d decided that if I used both the normal rules, and the potion, that she’d have no chance of accidentally breaking free. I was being far, far more careful than I’d been with Twilight. If I kept it up, she’d start responding to her command phrase in her normal state. That was a few sessions away at least, but I was intent on keeping her training uniform. “I’m going to tell you some things, and its very important you listen closely and accept them as true, so I want you to repeat them after I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

The first thing I told her was true at its core. Still, truths make the best foundation for a psyche’s framework. “Good. Listen closely. You are taking this job because Twilight asked you to and you want her to be happy.”

She answered evenly, no emotion in her voice or on her face. I was thrilled. “I am taking this job because Twilight asked me to and I want her to be happy.”

“Good. Listen closely. Twilight is pursuing a romance with Cleaned Corners. You want her to succeed, and to have a happy relationship with him.” Less true, but from her perspective it was already fact.

Rarity answered. “Twilight is pursuing a romance with Cleaned Corners. I want her to succeed, and to have a happy relationship with him.”

Here was the first leap of faith. “Good. Listen closely. An important part of their romance is you.”

She didn’t even pause. “I am an important part of their romance.”

“Good. Listen closely. It’s vital to their romance that you do everything you can to obey Cleaned Corners. This will make Twilight happy.” The core of the session was here. If I could get her to accept this, she’d be mine eventually. And repetition is the first step to acceptance.

She paused for a second, but repeated it nonetheless. “It’s vital to their romance that I do everything I can to obey Cleaned Corners. This will make Twilight happy.”

“Good. Listen closely. Tell me what is vital to Twilight’s romance?”

There was less pause. It was sinking in. “That I do everything I can to obey Cleaned Corners.”

“Good. Listen closely. If you are told to do something sexual while in the castle, it’s in pursuit of Twilight’s romance.” Now I was working towards a verification that she’d accepted the truths I’d given her. I was going to ask her to make deductions that were reliant on the new facts in her life, so I needed to make sure they lined up..

Rarity’s voice was calm as she spoke, unknowingly betraying herself to me. “If I am told to do something sexual while in the castle, it’s in pursuit of Twilight’s romance.”

“Good. Listen closely. If Cleaned Corners wants to sexually touch your body while you’re in the castle, will you let him?” I needed to make sure she understood. So I kept asking.

“Yes.” I had to keep my excitement out of my voice. I had her, all I needed now was more repetition. I’d make her repeat this line of thought until it was ingrained into her very nature.

“Good. Listen closely. Will you do exactly as Cleaned Corners says once you leave the state of preponderant perception?”

“I will do exactly as Cleaned Corners says.”

“Good. Listen closely. What happens when Cleaned Corners says ‘preponderant perception?’”

“I will enter this state of preponderant perception.”

“Good. Listen closely...” I kept on with her for an hour, repeating the same instructions over and over until I was sure she’d memorized them to her very soul. The crux of what I’d done was to tie her obedience to me and Twilight’s romance together, stressing the importance that she had on Twilight’s romance, and therefore Twilight’s happiness. This link of thoughts made sexual activities an acceptable course of action for her if I demanded them, even though she herself was not impassioned or interested in them.

It was ingenious as I didn’t have to re-write any of her base morals, that would come later. The closest I did during that session was to ease up her distaste for group or public sex. Still, even if she didn’t like it, she’d obey for now. I’d been over-prepared as it was one of five plans I’d had ready for Rarity based on how she answered the earlier questions. I dare say it worked quite well, all things considered.

Once I was confident in her obedience, I put a few other rules into her mind for good housekeeping. She was not to speak of things that happened while she was working to non castle staff, or residents. As soon as she was able, she’d design and fit another risqué maid outfit for herself, bringing it to the castle to use during playtime. She’d help with other castle duties if she was available and had time. She’d follow my schedules exactly. She wouldn’t think about what she’d done at the castle once she went home, unless she had some work to accomplish there. When guests were present, she’d act normal.

To top it off, I replaced her memory of our interview with something a little more fitting, and then made sure she only remembered what was discussed in preponderant perception while she was in the state. She’d still obey the rules, but she couldn’t remember anything else. They would seem like her own thoughts, or obvious facts of life.

It turns out that Rarity had graciously accepted my offer to serve on the castle staff, and was hoping to impress me in order to make Twilight happy. She was willing to go the extra mile to make me happy in everything she did, all for Twilight’s sake. We’d had a pleasant lunch where I was charming, and had discussed uniform ideas for the castle staff, beyond the maid outfits. After, I’d shown her the castle and introduced her to some of her new duties. Of course, I’d do that for real later, but for now it left a distracting memory instead of an hour and a half long empty spot in her day.

I built a robust set of rules to govern her behavior, all without modifying her underlying traits. It was quite an impressive feat for my first studied try at a planned and crafted hypnosis framework. Twilight and Spike had been more an expirement, but Rarity was my first actual work of art. I’ll admit, there were some problems I didn’t expect that popped up later. Luckily, I’m not too proud to learn from my mistakes, and my later efforts were much more… iron clad.

Author's Note

Pffhhff... Porn Yeah. Sure. Sometime.

Actually, the next chapter is porn, and it's exactly what you expect. I had a weirdly hard time capitalizing things, so please call out any random capitol letters you see. I've been capitalizing random words to stress their importance for some reason, I think it has to do with German or something. Or maybe I'm just slowly losing my mind. Also, call out any inconsistencies, unless they are Cleaned making shitty observations. That's sort of intentional as a window into how he operates. Let me know what you think. This chapter is low on tension, so I apologize, but Imma fix that in the chapter after next. We need some porn, then some Spike time, and then a few other characters. Not necessarily in that order. But in that order. I think. Well see.