Hivemind Control

Over the next four days, Luna couldn't stop thinking about her time with Cosmo. They hadn't spoken since that night, as they'd both been busy. Luna had been so busy that she hadn't had the opportunity to stay the night with him. But she recalled every centimetre of his dick, and while it was smaller than some of her toys, she just couldn't find release with them anymore. The last two mornings, she'd gone to bed panting and exhausted, trying desperately to calm herself but with no such luck.

By now, Luna's worries were known to every guard, every maid and every physician in the castle, and even a few outside as well. Word was travelling fast of Luna's new perverse side, all in hushed whispers. It had become so open at this point that she was considering being absent from Fancy Pants' dinner party tonight. But one thought kept her from cancelling. It wasn't her reputation being tarnished, or an attempt of trying to quash the rumour, true as it may be. No, what drew her to the party was the promise that Cosmo would be there.

The dress code was semi-formal, as Fancy often dictated. His wife always overdressed for the occasion, but on principle, he wanted his guests to be comfortable, meaning simple and elegant garments were in order. Luna's choice was a shiny black and grey gown with a crescent moon design.

She showed up early, hoping that Cosmo would do the same. Unfortunately, he did not, and she was left talking to other ponies. She still felt compelled to listen to stallions, but it wasn't the same as it was with Cosmo. Still, talking about him with Fancy Pants was keeping her hooves steady.

"Agrarian tendencies, you say?" inquired Fancy, aerating his red wine reduction. "I've taken a few opportunities to look into how the food I serve is grown, but I am chagrined to state that I have never personally dabbled in the artistry that is required to grow my own. No judgement from me, mind you. I respect that he has the wherewithal. In fact, if we were to know each other better, I may ask him to aid me in growing one of my own out back. Perhaps not a whole orchard; a single tree would suffice."

"I have come to know him better," smiled Luna knowingly. "And I must say, I greatly appreciate what our relationship has become since. I was pleasantly surprised at how well-endowed his... orchard is."

Hearing her pause, Fancy turned his attention even more closely to her. "Now, princess, I have heard rumblings from below that you've been a bit under the weather lately," he whispered. "While I am glad that you put on a brave face, I would feel terrible if you thought that you were forced to come. This party does not rest on your shoulders. If you do not feel comfortable, I can send you a false message that will allow you to leave the party with no shame. I would rather have a happy and healthy princess than one who has pushed herself to exhaustion."

Luna shook her head. "You are very kind to offer, and I may feel inclined to do so later in the night if necessary. However, at this juncture, it is unneeded, though not unheeded. Thank you for the offer."

"As long as you're sure," he nodded. "It is a horrible host that makes his guests uncomfortable, and that is the last thing I intend. Now, how well-acquainted are you with our latest addition to the scene?"

"I've had dinner with him," answered Luna.

"Well, we both have," retorted Fancy. "You and I sat right next to each other."

"I mean in private. Just he and I at his farmhouse. He's actually a skilled cook. It's a cozy little place, but warm and inviting. It has this feeling to it that just makes you want to let him cum inside."

As she spoke, one of the serving staff dropped their tray, drawing Fancy's attention. "I'm sorry, my dear. What was that last part, again?"

"His home is welcoming, and it makes you want to come inside."

"That is what I thought you said."

As the time of scheduled arrival drew nearer, Luna and Fancy soon found themselves surrounded by guests. It was a smaller affair than that of last week, partially because it was on a Wednesday, and partially because the list of invited guests was significantly shorter. Of course, there were a few guests that were not on the guest list, but had showed up regardless. While a few of them were invited in, more were given some extra food items that, while safe to eat, were unworthy to be served to his guests. Non-uniform trimmings from tiny sandwiches, cutoffs from sheet cakes where the frosting hadn't been beautifully combed, oddly-shaped carrots and broken crackers. In most cases, the party crashers were just there for the free food, so a disposable bowl full of tasty trimmings was enough to convince them to leave. Besides, if they didn't eat it, it would end up in the compost.

It wasn't until much later that Cosmo arrived, in a grey-blue shirt and green jacket, with the same sleeve cut as his shirt. He'd combed his mane and tail with mousse, and had a small bandage on his foreleg.

"I'm so glad you could make it," smiled Luna, rushing forward to meet him. "I'm glad you made it."

"There you are," smiled Fancy, trotting up to them. "Cosmo, was it?"

"Yes," nodded Cosmo. "And you would be Fancy Pants, if I recall correctly."

"You do so, good sir. Princess Luna has been talking my ear off about you all night. I know you've only just arrived, but would you mind joining me out back in the garden? I have something I'd like to ask your opinion on before we direct any further guests out there."

Cosmo nodded. "Certainly. I'll have you lead the way."

As they started toward the back, one of the servers approached and stopped them, whispering something into Fancy's ear.

"Are you certain?"

She nodded in response.

"Well, thank you for telling me." He turned to Luna. "It appears Fleur is in need of some assistance. Princess, would you be a dear and help her out? It won't take but a minute, I swear."

"Of course," nodded Luna.

As Cosmo disappeared out the back door, Luna couldn't take her eyes off of him. She could swear that just beneath his tail, she could see his balls swinging with every step. She bit her lower lip to keep herself quiet, as at that moment, she could feel her heart racing, her blood boiling, and all she wanted was to bury her face in his scrotum.