Sweetie Belle squinted her eyes as she was woken up by the sun shining down on her face through the window. Still visibly wound up about the night and the intense teasing she had to endure she rubbed her eyes to somehow force her eyes to a state where she could see anything.

She felt the dampness of her bed and sheets as she moved around into a sitting position. Her nectar and sweat from last night still being soaked into the fabric.

After her seemingly possessed body had spoken to her, nothing much happened anymore. She tried vigorously to get more of an answer, begging for any hints to her current situation. But her body remained silent, and her limbs were too heavy to be moved. Although she couldn't communicate with the being that demanded to be called her master, she also wasn't able to move. The paralysed state forced her to whimper in arousal and lust until the exhaustion slowly carried her into sleep.

Sweetie let out a rather cute yawn and stretched her body, ready to get out of bed and finally found out what exactly is happening with her. The night she had was short and not very regenerative, but she had to keep going. Any minute wasted was a minute more where she wasn't in control of herself. She could be dragged away from her own body anytime. And she wants to minimise the amount of time being at risk to be known as the town’s lustful slut.

With a clear goal in mind to finally get this thing to an end, she decided to do the only thing that she could think of to help her. She decided to visit Twilight. Anxious about how to tell her everything that happened, determined that if anyone can help her, it would be Twilight.

So she got herself a quick breakfast and packed something for later into her saddlebags and started trotting away. With the boutique not being super far away from the princess castle, it would have been a few minutes walk. But Sweetie wanted to minimise the risk of running into any pony. Because of that, she took a rather long and time-consuming detour itself around the town. With her route planned out in her head and some extra food and water-packed, she was ready to leave.

The door magically closed behind her as she trotted away. The look shut close with an audible 'click' when Sweeties magic moved the lock pins into the closed position. Average mechanical locks were easy to lock and unlock from every unicorn, but they still provided a sense of safety. And on top of that always were an excellent tool for practising magic, to the point where simple levitation of objects started to become second nature.

Although Sweetie was no Earth Pony, she still could travel a reasonable distance by hoof without any problems. Thanks to the many crusader adventures in which she played a role. With vast fields to her left and the town on the right, Sweetie was out of sight from most ponies. The ones she runs into didn't acknowledge her anyway, which is typical for the ponies living at the edge of town. They want their peace and don't fuss around with noisy neighbours and the vivid village life.

The rest of her journey went smooth without any interruptions from her 'master' or anything else for that matter.

*Is it, or rather is he gone? Well, I don't want to jinx it. I'll still need to tell Twilight what happened; I need to be sure.*

Hoping this specific thought would trigger the being that managed to possess her time and time again. She knew that the other could read her mind from the previous events. But still, nothing.

Thankfully Twilight’s castle was also at the edge of the town — this way she is sparing her a risky walk through the streets. Stopping at the large castle entry, she let out a sigh, knowing that the next part wouldn't be simple. Sweetie raised her hoof and knocked with enough force on the door to let it echo through the large entry hall several times.

"Here we go... time to embarrass myself."

She muttered into her chest, anxiously waiting for the door to open. Although not even a minute had passed, it felt like hours for her until the short dragon pulled one of the two doors open and greeted her.

"Hey Sweetie, arent your extra Magic lessons supposed to be in two days? Can I help you with anything?"

Energetic as always he gestured her to come in for a while. Following the dragon, she stepped into the castle nervously.

"I need to speak with Twilight about..."
She hesitated, trying to get any more words out.
"something on the private end of things. Let’s put it that way."

Even with this neutral description of her issue, her cheeks slowly turned into a light red shade. She moved her head away, trying to avoid eye contact with Spike. The dragon raised an eyebrow as if he was somewhat sceptical about her intentions. But shortly after his face changed again to his cheerful and polite expression.

"Sure, I'll inform Twilight. If it's private like you said you should wait for her in the map room. The door lock is magical and will even prevent sound from passing through."

With these words Spikes, small dragon feet quickly moved him towards a door on the side of the hallway and vanishing behind it. Silence set in after he closed the door and Sweetie Belle slowly began walking up forward to the doors of the map room. The clapping of hoofs with every touch of the crystal flooring echoing through the room as the only sound.

"You got this... just tell her what happened. No need to tell her you enjoyed some parts of it... Just tell her she should get him out of you... you can do this."

Sweetie tried to give herself a motivational speech, but that didn't do anything for her. Her hooves were shaking while pushing the door open. She didn't want Twilight to know of any of it, but she had no other choice. She didn't know what else to do. And with this being possibly being the result of some voodoo magic, she had big hopes in Twilight. She was an Alicorn; she knows her way around all sorts of magic, be it useful, dark or even hazardous and potentially able to wipe out a whole city.

Sweetie Belle sat herself down onto one of the chairs surrounding the large map table. All sorts of thoughts running through her head, playing out how the talk with Twilight might go. From good to absolutely horrible, she played everything trough in her head getting more and more anxious with every second, she waited for Twilight to finally walk through that door.

The filly was about to stand up and leave again, running home. The pressure just kept on building up in Sweetie, wanting her to sprint home and never speak with anypony ever again. Right at that moment a faint purple glow engulfed the door and let it swing open. Twilight made her entrance and already had a slightly worried look on her face. 'Private' is never a good thing or an easy thing. Past private talks with anypony never turned out to be on the funny side.

Though destined to help her filly friend out, she still wanted to do everything she could for Sweetie Belle.

"Hello Sweetie Belle, what's the matter? Spike told me you had something you needed to talk to me, something private enough to not even tell him?"

She asked in a worried yet confident tone, closing the door with her magic again and making sure it was locked properly.

Sweetie welcomed the closed door and a more private setting, but still struggled to form coherent sentences in her head. She went over every possible scenario in her head on the way to Twilight, yet as soon as she really needed to voice her troubles, the words kept getting stuck inside her throat.

Twilight noticed the visibly anxious Sweetie Belle and the past night did the rest to make her look even worse than she already seemed. Tired and fidgeting around the filly couldn't force any word out.

"Has it anything to do with that cute colt friend of yours?" Twilight asked into the dark, hoping to get the little one to open up and speak to her.
Sweeties eyes darted down, totally ignoring Twilights gaze and being with her mind somewhere entirely else.
"N... no, he is fine." quickly yet away from the conversation escaped her mouth.

Finally, she started t start speaking, partly to Twilight and partly to herself.
"It's something more... uhh, how do I say this..."
She made a pause to think carefully about the words to use.
"I think something or rather someone made me have sex with a stallion."

Both of the ponies faces immediately turned deep red. The Alicorns eyes were focused on the fillies as she couldn't really believe or process what she just said.
"Wait wait, wait.. who did WHAT and with whom?. Sweetie, I hope this is not some kind of joke again."

"NO its not a fucking joke, someone is controlling my thoughts and my body., he got me to have sex with this big stallion in the abandoned house."
Sweetie Belle started to tear up, with the barrier broken the words just dripped out of her mouth. Mixed with frustration and anger, she continues.

"It all started on the market when I ran past this stallion and bumped into his backside. And from then on out I got periodically locked out of my body, and someone else took over. I before I could do anything about it; I was laying on the ground and getting fucked. And all I could do is whimper and spectate myself without having a say in anything!"

She tumbled onto the ground, sobbing into her hoofs as bursts out with more and more details.

Twilight was so overwhelmed by Sweeties shouting of worldly things that she needed a moment to process what she actually said.
"Wait, I don't think I am the one to have THAT talk with you. You are just simply in heat."
"No... I'm not. I know what heat is, Rarity already told me all about it, please, you have to believe me..."

"Okay, so if we assume it really happened, why are you not out there flirting with a stallion but here telling it to me. After all that, you said it was controlling your body, yet you are here."

"I don't know when or why he is there, but I know that he won't respond to me, I tried it last night for hours on end. He talks when he wants to and not when I want to."

Twilight scratched her head and began thinking about all the possible things that could lead to something like that. She mumbled all sorts of things and started going through book with her magic and throwing them away as fast as she was picking them out of the shelves.
"Maybe an imp or a demon? No, that can't be, those don't affect unicorns at all. Maybe it's some type of poison, but the only one that is capable of something would make her hair fall out. Hmm."

Minutes and then hours passed. Twilight was still on a search to find a possible explanation but was yet to be successful. She asked Sweetie about all details and Sweetie, although not comfortable telling her did explain everything in detail.
Some parts of the details made Twilight get slightly aroused herself, but she was focused on her books way too much to even notice that.

The next morning came, and Sweetie finally had some sleep. It was on the library's floor, but it still was way better than being forced to edge herself into sleep. Meanwhile, Twilight sat at a table in the corner meant for reading with her head planted to the desk. She did spend all night trying to find out what was wrong with Sweetie Belle and even tried out some spells on her while she was asleep.

The filly woke up and made her way towards Twilight, stretching herself and yawning on the way to her.
"And?"
She asked with little confidence in her voice.
"Well I tried a few things that could remotely be connected to the cause but what you described is nothing which is documented anywhere. Not even in the royal library in Canterlot. "

Sweetie Belle’s face filled with disappointment. But a lot of time has passed since the last 'incident' she thought to herself. Maybe it did go away by itself?
"Maybe it went away on its own?"

Twilight raised an eye, she didn't want to, but she had to agree with this rather bland diagnosis. It could just have gone as fast as it started.
"Yeah it could, but there has to be an explanation. Mentally you are fine, so we can rule that out."

"I wouldn't say she is particularly 'fine', but you are a magician."
Sweetie shrugged and closed some of the remaining distance to Twilight. Continuing in the same monotone voice devoid of any emotion.
"How about we have a little chat Twilight?"
Confused and irritated Twilight failed to form any response and just stuttered the beginning of a sentence but never actually saying something. Could it have been the thing Sweetie was talking about?

"I'm not here to harm you or the little filly actually, so if you could just listen to me a little bit that would be awesome. Just relax and sit back and listen to my voice."
Still not being all sure what was happening Twilight just did what Sweetie or rather the thing possessing her body told her to do.
For Sweetie Belle, the now-familiar feeling of being an observer over her own body and not being able to do anything sets back in. She didn't have any intention to stop it or fight it again, at least not for now. Maybe she will finally get some answers soon.

Author's Note

I know, i know.
I had this one laying around for 6 months because i didn't want to keep going since a really good friend found the story.

But since i know that he probably wont read it. Here, have a kind of filler chapter. I promise the next one is porn again. And Hypno stuff. Since i need to actually keep my promise of delivering the kinks i foretold.

After that there will be another chapter which will close things off nice and easy. And at that point this story will be done and i think i will focus on shorter, less story fetishy things. So any suggestions, my inbox is open for everyone.