Changing Minds

Mind Set flipped through a manilla folder. Inside were a variety of papers, a couple pictures, but mostly just notes he wrote himself on his first patients. Setting a mug on his table, he got up from his desk and walked to the door. It was already a little past two, so his new patients would be arriving any moment now.

Someone knocked at the door. Wiping his hands on a handkerchief, Mind Set walked over and opened the door. Standing there was a stallion and a mare. The stallion was tall, taller than even Mind Set at 6’ 2’’, and built sturdier than a brick wall. The mare was by no means tiny and looked sturdier than her companion.

“Howdy, doc,” the mare said. “How’re ya’ doin’ today?”

“Quite well, Applejack.” Mind Set opened the door wider and waved his hand. “Please, come in and take a seat.”

The two walked in, the red stallion choosing to sit in one office’s couch while Applejack sat in one of the side chairs.

“What brings you in today?” Mind Set asked.

Applejack took off her stetson, placing it on her lap. “Well, doc, Twilight told us you were good at talkin’ ponies out of problems, and, well…” She let out a sigh. “Big Mac’s got a problem with words, and he made me promise to come with him.”

“Eeyup,” the stallion said, his voice a deep rumble.

“What problem might that be?” Mind Set opened his notebook and started writing. “He seems to be able to vocalize well enough.”

“It’s not a problem.” Big Mac shot a glare at his sister. “Just ‘cause I think before speakin’ don’t mean I got a problem with words.”

“Big Mac, you know as well as I do that if there’s more than three people in the room, your mouth shuts tighter than a clam!” Applejack’s voice got louder as she put her stetson back on. “You gotta learn to speak to ponies if you wanna ever marry Sugar Belle.”

The doctor cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. “I think I can help, but it’s not an issue that needs to be forced.” He gave them both a smile. “If you wish to help your brother, and admirable goal, I would like to meet with you after his meetings here every week.

“Meanwhile, Big Mac, you may not want help, but if you can give me but a few sessions, on the house, and still don’t think it’s useful, I’ll not force you.” He held out his hand. “Does that sound like a deal?”

The two looked at each other, a conversation occuring in a few seconds before Applejack nodded. “Got yourself a deal, doc.”

“Welcome back, Big Mac,” Mind Set said, opening the door for the stallion. “Please, come in and take a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

“Water.” Big Mac took a seat on the couch again.

Mind Set nodded, grabbing one of the tea cups and filling it with just water before adding in some powder and giving it to Big Mac.

“Today, as our last session, we are going to do something more direct.” Mind Set brought out his a book. “I am going to go into your subconscious and try to find the root of your shyness.”

Big Mac tensed up. “You gonna go messin’ with mah head?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t share with anyone what I see in there, and you won’t even affect anything in your daily life.” He held out a sheet. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to ask you to sign this form, giving me permission and remove liability if I am to die in there.”

“Die?” The farmer’s eyes went wide. “You could die in my brain?”

“Only if I’m not careful.” He pushed the form forward. “I’m willing to take this risk to help you, don’t worry.”

Big Mac nodded and signed. “Do Ah gotta do anything?”

“Nope, just stay still for a few seconds.” Mind Set’s horn glowed and tendrils of magic formed around Big Mac’s temples. The weaves became more complex and entered the forehead of the farmer before everything flashed and the two slumped over.

Mind Set looked around his surroundings. A large doom fortress rose above him surrounded by a forest of apple trees. The sky was shining brightly, with the sun being far closer than it comfortably should be.

Everypony’s mind was different in its defenses. Unicorns were especially difficult as they usually had magical defenses on top of mental ones to ward against intruders. Pegasi defenses consisted of clouds and requiring acts of athleticism that no other race could hope to achieve.

Earth ponies were special. Their defenses could be stronger than any other race’s or the weakest. Their defenses varied from simple endurance to mental faculties that rivaled the greatest architects. However, there was a chemical that stabilized and weakened the mental defenses, one that was in Big Mac’s drinks every week he came for a visit.

Mind Set walked to the castle, expecting some resistance, but he came across several corpses of goblins, a minotaur, and even a knight in armor. Each was covered in a white powder.

Smiling, he walked past the main gates of the castle and into its courtyard. Looking around at the various brick buildings, he saw what he was looking for: the telltale sign of beliefs, a heart. In this case, it was a sign with a heart on it hanging above one of the doors.

Entering the building, he hurried forward. He didn’t have unlimited time, and he could already feel his magic getting weaker. Practically running, he followed the twist and turns of the building’s hallways until he reached a room full of cabinets.

The moment he entered the room, he felt his mana drain slow to a trickle. Exploring the mind wasted mana. As long as he didn’t waste time walking around the outer area, he should have enough time.

With a relieved sigh, he walked over to the cabinet enscribed “Family” and opened it. There were multiple folders, one for each of his family members. He flipped through them until finally finding the one entitled Applejack.

Taking it out, he opened and read through it until he found the adjectives. Honest, Kind, Prideful, all ones he expected to be there, but, right at the end written small enough to require him to squint he read the word “sexy”.

Mind Set smiled. This made his plan so much easier. He took a pen from his breast pocket and wrote down in large letters “Sexy”, as well as “Beautiful” and “Fuckable”. Closing the folder, he replaced it into the cabinet, which glowed a dark red for a second as some part of Big Mac rewrote itself.

Mind Set’s limbs fell to his side, and it was all he could do to stay upright. Just those three words had driven out most of his mana reserves. Scrambling, he cast the returning spell before he could be stuck in Big Mac’s mind.

“Ah guess this is goodbye, doc.” Big Mac held out his hand. “Pleasure bein’ your patient.”

“I’m sorry for not being as much help,” Mind Set said, smiling. “If you ever need my help again, please, do not hesitate. I’ll happily see you.”

Big Mac walked down the hallway as Applejack was walking towards it. He gave her a wave and, though she returned it, her face turned a bright scarlet that she tried to hide by tipping her hat.

“Doc, we need ta talk,” she said as she stormed in and took a seat where Big Mac was. “I been feelin’ strange and I’d like your advice.”

“I will do what I can.” He took a seat behind his desk, patting at the sweat from his horn. It still glowed hot with all the mana he used up. “What type of weird feelings have you been having?”

Her face turned red again, staying this way. “W-well, it’s about Big Mac.” She gulped. “Just ta make sure, nothing Ah say will be told outside a’ this room, right?”

“Full confidentiality as long as you’re not killing anyone.”

“Good.” She took a breath. “To put it simply, whenever Ah see Big Mac, I get… ‘aroused’ as you might say.”

Mind Set blinked, feigning confusion. “Aroused? As in sexually?”

“A’course Ah mean sexually!” She glared at him, but a slight shudder went through her. “Whenever Ah see him in the fields, sweat mattin’ his fur on his muscles, or when he’s exiting the shower with a tower around his waist… it’s just too much for me! Am Ah sick, doc?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that.” He held up a photo of Big Mac. “Your brother is an attractive stallion. There are many a mare in town that would love to have him for a night.”

“But Ah’m his sister!” she shouted. “Ah can’t be havin’ these thoughts!”

“It’s simple biology, Applejack.” He smiled at her, a calm, gentle smile that knew all too much. “I don’t judge you for your feelings. You can’t help your biology, after all. Get your release or high off of it and leave it or don’t.” He shook his head. “I can’t exactly talk you out of your feelings.”

“Ya’ sayin’ there’s nothing you can do to help me?”

“Well,” he paused, tilting his head back and forth. “I suppose I could try a few things, but you’ll have to come by next week.”

“Alright.” She nodded. “Ah’ll be here next week, same time.”

Two weeks later, Applejack returned to the office, her mane messy and fur matted up as if she hadn’t taken a shower in the past 24 hours.

“Are you alright?” Mind Set asked.

“No, doc, I ain’t ‘alright’.” She sat down in the chair. “Your advice didn’t help!”

He walked over and started preparing her cider. “What do you mean?”

Her face, already red, turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. “Ah mean the masturbation! You said to get it outta my system so I could focus on other things, but everytime I get off, the need just comes right back up!”

The doctor nodded, adding more libido enhancers into her drink. He also started enforcing the casuality field in the room. “That is a problem. Perhaps it’s your technique that’s off.”

“Technique?” She glared at him. “You sayin’ Ah don’t know how to get myself off?”

“Not at all, not at all.” He waved her down. “However, I need to test it for myself.” He handed her the cider, which she chugged down. “Do you mind getting off right now?”

Both were silent for a second.

“Excuse me?”

“I need to see how you’re masturbating and if it’s a good technique,” Mind Set said. “If you aren’t getting off well enough, then it makes sense that it keeps rising up.”

Applejack opened her mouth to argue when the doctor brought out a picture of Big Mac working the fields. Just the picture was enough to make her more wet. She bit at her lip.

“Fine, but you gotta leave the room when I say!”

“Very well.” Mind Set handed her the photograph. “Tell me to leave whenever you wish and I will do so.”

Applejack stared at the picture for a few moments, her mind calling moments between herself and her brother. Him slick with sweat and walking past her. The smell of his work lingering over him.

Her breathing grew more erratic as she got herself into the mindset. She pushed down her daisy dukes and panties, the latter slightly stained. Holding the picture in her left hand, she put her right to her slick nethers and started rubbing, getting it more wet.

After a dozen seconds, she put one finger into her pussy, driving it in and out. After a time, she stuck in another, and another. She caressed her clit with her thumb before trying to crush it. She pistoned her fingers in and out as fast as she could, feeling the climax forming and rising within her. She felt the juices on the verge of spraying out. She was so close, within a few moments, she would have everthing she wanted. She just needed to---

The picture of Big Mac’s face was ripped from her hand by Mind Set, who stood, looking ashamed. Applejack’s mind returned to where she was, her climax slipping away. She bit her lower lip hard enough to get blood trickling.

“Apologies, but I have seen enough and didn’t with to embarrass you further,” Mind Set said, moving back behind his desk. “Your technique is adequate, but do you use any toys?”

“Toys, doc?” she asked, trying to slow her breathing. “Ah’ve never needed them before.”

He nodded. “I would advise you get some. They will help you get through the day.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a vibrating bead. “This, in particular, you will likely find most helpful.” He tossed it to her. “Feel free to keep it. It’s new.”

“T-Thanks, Doc.” She got up, pulling up her panties and shorts. “Ah’ll… see you next week.”

The next week, both of the Apples were outside his office during the normal meeting time. Both looked haggard, as if they hadn’t slept.

Mind Set ushered them in and took a seat behind the desk, waiting for them to speak.

“We, uh… overheard a thing or two from each other,” Applejack started. “While I was in my room, handlin’ business, Ah screamed out Big mac’s name into mah pillow,” she shot him a look, her face a bright red, “after Ah heard him call out my name in the shower.”

“Eeyup.”

Mind Set nodded. “Well. That is a development.”

“Doc, are we sick?” she asked. “Do we got some sorta genetic disease or whatever it’s called these days? Should we report into an asylum?”

He was silent for a second. “Well, there is nothing wrong for being aroused this way. It’s simply biology.” He tapped his pen on his desk. “The most simple solution would be to help each other get off by co-masturbation.”

The two looked at him like he had grown a second head. Mind Set’s horn glowed as he put more magic into the casuality field.

“So,” Big Mac scratched his chin, “what you’re sayin’ is for us to watch each other gettin’ off to help ourselves get off?”

“Yes, that is correct.” He looked at both of them. “Most ponies have to use the internet to find material, or watch other ponies going about their day. It’s not wrong to appreciate each other’s bodies, even if you are family.”

“But what if it ain’t that?” Applejack asked. “What if it’s some incest relationship? That’s illegal and wrong!”

Mind Set nodded. “Then there is one solution. An observer, someone to watch you two do it and make sure that it’s purely physical and not mental attraction.” He grimaced. “If need be, I can watch over you two and verify it.”

“R-really?” The two looked at each other. A conversation faster than light in a few seconds of looking occured before they looked back. “Thanks, doc. We owe ya’ one.”

“Unfortunately, it cannot be today.” He held up a planner. “I have other patients I must be seeing today. This time, next week.” The two nodded before hurrying away. “And, one final note: Don’t maturbate at all until next week!”

The moment the door was closed, Mind Set opened his journal.

Test Subject Apples easily influenced by combination of drugs Seducatrix and Libonium as well as mental influences. Currently passed stage one within two months, twice as fast as Test Subject Love. Continuing to monitor.