Chapter 2 – Tea & Treachery

“I must say, that’s simply the most gorgeous necklace – where did you get it?”

“Oh, this?” Rarity beamed, raising a hand to caress the sparkling white star at her throat. It matched beautifully with her choice of clothing for the day, an elegantly simple ivory dress that hung in loose, luxurious folds. Sometimes, she didn’t feel like going through all of the effort of her usual routine, but even on such occasions, she made sure that the clothes she wore were no less fashionable than the complicated outfits filling her closet. And judging from the way Lotus Blossom had been unable to keep her eyes off of her – more than usual, it seemed! – Rarity thought that she might have to look into wearing this dress more often…

“A gift, if you can believe it!” She explained, giving the star a little push and letting it jostle, catching the light in what Rarity considered the most wonderfully pretty way.

“From whom?” Lotus inquired, blinking as the light from the star necklace played across her eyes.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted with a carefree shrug. “The package it came had was missing its label.”

“A secret admirer, perhaps?” Lotus grinned, the spa pony as eager as ever to share in the latest gossip – especially with one of her favorite customers. Rarity couldn’t help a smile of her own, even if it was her privacy the conversation was intruding on! “Maybe they’re the reason you seem so, hm…ebullient?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Rarity replied, feigning shock.

“Mhm,” her hostess said with a chuckle. “You hardly seemed to need your usual routine – I thought you might have been Rainbow Dash when you came in, floating on your own personal little cloud of happiness.”

The two ponies shared a laugh at that. Rarity had to admit to herself, Lotus Blossom was right – she couldn’t remember a day where she had needed to be pampered and primped less than this one, though she had still come to the spa for lack of any other plans. Ever since she had received that mystery package a week ago, she felt as though a switch had turned in her life. Things that might have bothered her before – a missed fabric order, a ripped dress – merited little more than a shrug, and she’d never been so happy to simply be out and about.

Especially with so many beautiful mares walking the streets, dressed in their light, flowing summer best…she wondered how she’d never noticed them before.

“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you any longer, dear,” Lotus said as her laughter trailed off. “Any products today?”

“No, I’m well stocked, thank you.”

“As you wish,” Lotus said, humming slightly as she wrote a few things down on her account ledger. “Hmm, oh! I nearly forgot, we’re having a bit of a sale on shampoo today, so I’ll knock ten percent off this price. How does that sound?”

“That sounds – “

In between one word and the next, Rarity changed. A bell, its tones clear and commanding, pealed through her mind, and if Lotus had been looking up instead of down at her ledger, she might have seen the white unicorn’s eyes flash. Rarity’s spark vanished, replaced first by a dull, blank stare, and then in the next heartbeat by a different light. This one was flatter, brighter, similar to Rarity in so many ways but just different enough that, if anypony looked closely enough, they might have been able to tell the difference. In the span of an instant, the façade that Rarity’s Mistress kept in place, so as not to rouse any suspicions, vanished. And in its place –

“ – simply wonderful,” the good mare finished, widening Rarity’s smile as she stepped to the forefront. Her happiness wasn’t fake. She understood why sometimes, she had to hide away from the world and let “Rarity” go about her business…but that didn’t change the fact that she hated to be locked away, sleeping, barely conscious in a cordoned-off section of the unicorn’s mind. But now, her Mistress had seen fit to awaken her, and that could only mean one thing. She had work to do.

Her voice was lighter, breathier than Rarity’s. As she slipped her hand into Rarity’s purse, feeling for her bits, a carefully observant pony would notice that she moved different as well. Where Rarity was restrained, even dignified, the good mare was bouncy and expressive, more like Pinkie Pie than the cool, collected fashionista. Her smile was inartful, guileless – which was fine, because her Mistress had guile enough for the both of them, and then some. Extracting a handful of bits, actually quite a bit more than Lotus required, she spilled them onto the counter, rousing the spa pony’s attention. Lotus looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“…I’ve never had a customer so excited to pay me before,” she joked, scooping the bits towards herself.

“Just showing my appreciation for such an amazing experience!” The good mare’s voice practically squeaked out the word “amazing,” because it was true. She might have felt only a fraction of it, but for her, it was the first – and best – spa service she’d ever had. She just hoped in the future, her Mistress would let her come back here when she was fully in control, so she could experience the bliss of a massage, or a mud bath, without Rarity in the way to absorb most of the sensation.

“Maybe ‘ebullient’ wasn’t the word,” Lotus said, sounding slightly puzzled, but not worried by Rarity’s behavior. “’Exuberant’ might be better.”

“Exuberant, that’s me to a T!” She said, then burst out with a trill of high-pitched, bubbly laughter. Lotus paused in her counting, looking up with a bemused expression on her face. Giggling, barely able to talk through her merriment, the good mare sensed this might be a good time to take her leave.

“Thanks for everything, Ms. Blossom! Please excuse me, I’ve got some business with a good friend of mine!”

Still chortling, she trotted for the exit, a very un-Rarity-like bounce in her step. Lotus watched her go, staring at the door a good few moments after she had left, finally just shaking her head and going back to counting the bits strewn across the countertop.

“’Ms. Blossom?’ Whatever’s gotten into her, maybe I should get some of it too…”

The bell was the signal – when it tolled, the good mare came to the forefront, and her first order of business was to find a private spot and wait for her Mistress’ instructions. Whistling a jaunty tune, she did just that, leaving the Ponyville Day Spa in her wake while she looked for a suitably secluded spot. The marketplace surrounding the spa was decently busy that day, but eventually, she found a likely looking alley. With a glance to her left and right, ensuring no one was following her, the good mare ducked inside, letting her whistle fade away as she walked down the cool, dimly-lit alley.

She slipped behind a leaning tower of mostly empty boxes, blocking her from the curious eyes of anypony glancing down the alley’s mouth; it dead-ended against a wall, so she had no fear of being spotted from that side. Exhaling softly, she closed her eyes, bowing her head and adopting a suitably subservient position. She might have knelt, but this place was still a bit too public for that.

“I’m alone, Mistress,” she whispered to the air around her.

There was a beat of expectant silence.

Excellent.

The voice of her Mistress filled her head, a silent, soothing balm that only she could hear. The good mare’s legs nearly buckled at the sound of it; she slumped back against the stack of crates, causing them to wobble precariously. She barely noticed past the flush of arousal that worked its way through her system, simply from the sound of her Mistress’ voice. Underneath her dress, her marehood winked; the good mare cooed softly, feeling a trickle of her passion snaking its way down her legs. One of the first improvements her Mistress had made in her life was an aversion towards undergarments, and at times like these, with her arousal beginning to flow freely down her bare legs and her nipples stiffening under the just-thick-enough fabric of her dress, hiding them from prying eyes, she couldn’t appreciate such an improvement more.

How was your trip to the spa, my good mare? The silky-smooth affectation wormed its way into her brain, and she moaned as quietly as she could manager, her hips working against nothing as another surge of pleasure shot through her body. Fingers twitching at her sides, she fought the compulsion to slip them upwards, underneath her dress – after all, she hadn’t been given permission. Instead, she focused on the question she’d been asked.

“It was wonderful, Mistress!” She lilted out, trying to keep her voice down but not succeeding very well between her joy and her arousal. “I’ve never had a massage before, and – “

So glad you enjoyed it, came the brusque interjection, and she subsided willingly enough while the voice continued. But the time for rest is over. It’s time to go to work.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Does that mean – “

Yes, her Mistress interrupted again, and now her voice was oozing smug satisfaction. It’s time for you to start enslaving your friends.

It was difficult, but the good mare managed to hold in an excited squeal – mostly. She couldn’t suppress it entirely, a high-pitched squeak passing her lips while her body quaked with excitement. Ever since the very first night, when her Mistress had brought her into this world, she had known her entire existence was leading up to this task. She’d been the first, and now it would be her job to shepherd the others – not just her friends, but anybody her Mistress desired! – down the same path she had walked, toward total, blissful subservience.

Groaning softly, needfully, disjointed images flashed through her mind of her friends, the other five Elements of Harmony, on their knees, worshiping at the hooves of their rightful owner. She didn’t discount herself – in the fantasy, she was right there alongside them, sandwiched in between Rainbow Dash and Applejack, perhaps, or maybe at the end of the semicircle, pressing her flanks against Twilight Sparkle’s, feeling the academically inclined pony shaking and shivering with all the pent up lust she imagined must be hiding behind that fearsome intellect…

Just the thought of betraying her friends - of willingly leading them into her Mistress’ hypnotic clutches, helping her batter down their willpower until their minds were as vulnerable to being warped as hers had been…

It sent a shiver down her spine, and a wave of femcum down her legs.

Whickering, hearing the soft pattering of her arousal dripping to the ground beneath her dress, the good mare opened her muzzle to ask who they would be enslaving, but she was interrupted by a bout of cold, cruel laughter.

Oh, your conditioning sank in even better than expected, her Mistress said, her words shot through with icy delight as she taunted her slave. Look at you. Just the thought of serving your friends up to me on a platter, corrupting them into helpless, horny little sluts like you…it’s a good thing you’re not wearing any panties, my good mare. You’ll do anything you’re told, won’t you?

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” she gasped out, voice rough with arousal. She was dripping freely now, and her hands were spasming, desperate to attend to her soaked snatch or her tight, aching nipples, but she was a good mare, and she still hadn’t been given permission. “I’ll d-do anything! Anything! Anything at a-a-aahhhhlll…”

The last word degenerated into a neighing moan, the good mare’s hips bucking as her arousal spiked. Ghostly fingers were suddenly stroking over her pussy, and she didn’t bother trying to look for them; they were her Mistress’, and she knew they could only be seen if her Mistress wanted them seen. Instead, she let her head fall back, low, gurgling moans echoing out into the alley. Her shaking, trembling body pressed back harder against the tower of crates, the makeshift structure tilting dangerously, the good mare’s aroused shivers causing it to shake as well. None of that mattered to her, though, only the orgasm she could feel coming – coming – cumming - !

That’s enough, don’t you think?

As abruptly as they had come, the fingers vanished, and the good mare’s orgasm went with them. Panting, her fire stoked but with no way to satisfy it, she whined low in her throat, one hoof digging against the sandy cobblestones. It was no fair! She’d been so close, and now…

Ah ah ah, the voice in her head chided her, dark glee lurking behind the admonishment. Surely you appreciate your Mistress’ gift, don’t you?

“…y-yes, Mistress,” the good mare muttered disconsolately.

Don’t look so glum, her Mistress said, evidently finding her own amusement in her slave’s misery. Hold out your hands.

Still moping slightly, she did so. Streamers of light flowed into her cupped palms, swirling and coalescing together. One moment, she was holding nothing but formless illumination, and the next, something solid clunked into her hands. The light persisted for a second longer before fading, revealing a stirring spoon in her hands, the kind used for tea especially. She looked at it curiously – it was quite elegant, filigreed with gold and with a brilliant, sparkling yellow gemstone set into the handle, just underneath where one would grip it to stir. Still no expert on stones, she couldn’t be sure, but she thought it might be a garnet.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

“It’s gorgeous, Mistress,” she agreed, though she had no idea what it was for.

Well, it’s for tea, of course. Her Mistress snickered. Your friend Fluttershy usually takes her afternoon tea about this time, doesn’t she?

She nodded.

Well, it would be a shame for her to drink alone.

The good mare smiled, her ebullience starting to return as the cruelly denied orgasm slipped into the past. Yes, it would be quite a shame, wouldn’t it?

Time to get moving. We may be moving a bit quickly, but your Mistress is as eager as you are to start the work; and in any case, you’ll have a voice in your ear guiding you every step of the way…

Humming, the bounce in her step restored, she edged carefully away from the stack of crates – it now looked like it might collapse at any moment – and started back down the alley. A right back onto the main market thoroughfare, and from there, it was more or less a straight, easy jaunt to Fluttershy’s cottage on the edge of the Everfree.

She just hoped no one noticed the trail of wet, fragrant drips she was leaving as she walked…

“Rarity! I wasn’t expecting any company today…”

“I was looking for flowers in the Everfree,” the good mare lied easily, a grin lighting up her muzzle as she stood on Fluttershy’s doorstep. “Something to compliment one of my latest designs…and I thought I’d stop by.”

The lemon-furred pegasus in front of her smiled as well, hers still shy and slightly downcast, even after all the years of friendship, and Rarity and her fellow Elements slowly coaxing her out of her shell. Still, Rarity never begrudged Fluttershy her steady if slow progress, and the good mare didn’t either, keeping her posture as relaxed and non-intrusive as possible. Brushing a strand of brilliant pink hair out of limpid blue eyes, she chewed it over for a moment, then nodded, seeming to gather her courage.

“I’m just about to sit down for tea,” Fluttershy said in her soft, quiet voice. Sometimes it was difficult to hear, but out on the edge of the Everfree, away from the hustle and bustle of Ponyville, it was clear.

Almost as clear as a bell.

“Would you like to join me?”

“I’d love to,” the good mare said, and Fluttershy moved to the side. She entered the small, cozy cottage, immediately entranced by the smooth, woody scent of the interior. Fluttershy kept her living space neat, and uncluttered – even most of the birdcages were empty at the moment. Only a sleeping canary, and what looked like a nightingale with an injured wing, seemed to be present. As her friend shut the door, sliding the latch shut as well, the good mare gestured at the cages curiously.

“Where are all of your feathered friends?”

“Gone,” Fluttershy said simply, going over to inspect the nightingale’s cage. It shied away from her, and she didn’t press the issue, settling for a visual examination of its slightly bent wing. “Most of them wanted to go back to the forest, but they visit sometimes. They like to sleep here, especially when it’s raining.”

“Makes sense,” the good mare replied. She stepped further into the den, lingering politely in front of one of the chairs. “May I sit?”

“Please do,” Fluttershy said, turning her attention away from the nightingale and towards her friend. “I actually think that – “

From the kitchen, the kettle whistled, and Fluttershy smiled.

“The kettle is almost done,” she finished, starting for the other side of the room and the open archway to the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you need help?” She was already rising from her chair, but the yellow-furred pegasus shook her head without breaking stride.

“No, it’s no bother. I’ll be just a minute!” With that, she disappeared from view, and the next thing the good mare heard was Fluttershy’s soft, melodious humming along with the clatter of cups and trays.

You’re doing excellently so far.

She appreciated the praise, but she almost wished her Mistress would’ve waited to deliver it. The words ran through her, a warm, blissful tide, and she had to fight back a moan. Her legs, demurely crossed as any proper lady’s should be, shivered and shook, toes visibly curling for a moment before she could get control over them.

Don’t forget what we discussed, her Mistress continued, unaware or uncaring of her slave’s plight. Now, the gem will do most of the work, but you will still need to – what was that?

She blinked. What was what? Had she done something wrong?

“Mistress?” She asked in a low, breathy whisper, hoping Fluttershy couldn’t hear her over the noise of tea preparation.

Not you. There was something… Her Mistress trailed off. The good mare’s heart started to beat a little faster, anxiety worming its way in through her arousal.

It was nothing, the voice said, finally, and she relaxed. Sinking back into her chair, she listened as her Mistress went on. When Fluttershy comes back with the tea, we will begin. Use the spoon to – AH!

Her Mistress cried out, and the good mare jerked upwards in her chair, eyes going wide. She heard a crashing noise – impossibly faint, impossibly distant – then nothing. The voice in her head was silent. More than silent…for the first time since her awakening, it was completely gone. Her heart started to race again, and she felt panic, an emotion she was totally unaccustomed to, welling up in her chest. What was she supposed to do, without her Mistress? How would she know what to think, how to feel? Was this permanent, what had happened, where was her Mistress –

“Rarity? Are you alright?”

Fluttershy’s concerned voice broke through the rapid whirlwind of questions firing through the good mare’s mind. Flicking her eyes upwards, she took in her friend’s raised eyebrow, the fact that she’d stopped dead in her tracks, the worried frown starting to form on her muzzle. She knew if she didn’t say something, Fluttershy would probably try to help her. She might call one of the others, way ahead of schedule. Rainbow Dash, or Pinkie Pie – or, worst of all, Twilight. And Twilight would know. She’d find out everything, and then her Mistress’ plans would be ruined.

And it would all be her fault.

She couldn’t let that happen, and she opened her mouth to stop it, to head it off, but she still had no idea what to say or do or –

Use the spoon.

It was her Mistress’ voice. Just an echo, a memory, but it was enough. Of course. Her Mistress had given her an order – it didn’t matter if she wasn’t here. As long as followed orders, everything would be alright.

“Rarity?” Now Fluttershy set the tray down, about to step around the small coffee table to her side. Her eyes shone with disquiet. “Do you need – “

“I-I’m fine!” She burst out suddenly, more than a little panicky, her voice stuttering as she spoke. Clearing her throat, she held up her hand, telling Fluttershy to wait just a moment. She shook her head, using the motion to cover, trying to cast about for a believable excuse. “I, um. I’m sorry, I thought of something…”

“What was it?”

“Oh, it’s silly, dear. I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details.”

“Rarity, you looked like you saw a ghost!” Fluttershy’s tone was harder, faintly scolding, and the good mare found herself cursing those assertiveness lessons, and not for the first time. “Please, I wish you’d tell me what got you so spooked…”

“Well, I…” She swallowed, still trying to buy time, and a weak grin surfaced on her muzzle. “I have a deadline on a dress approaching. I was sitting here when I thought – well, I thought it was today, and imagining what Princess Luna might say if her dress was late was quite the…shock.”

Fluttershy frowned, and the good mare held her breath.

“…I didn’t know you were designing a dress for one of the princesses,” Fluttery said, the concern in her eyes starting to lessen, and Rarity exhaled with relief.

“She so liked my work with her dress for the Hearts and Hooves Ball, she’s commissioned me for another one,” the good mare said, her smile widening, becoming more natural as she sensed the danger passing. “We were actually just working out the details over tea a few days ago, and I’m afraid I misremembered my days.”

Fluttershy kept up her penetrating stare for a moment more, but now that she was collected again, remembering her mission, the good mare gave away nothing, just a pleased, not to mention slightly contrite smile. Then, mercifully, a smile of her own began to appear, and she bent, picking up the still-steaming kettle and chuckling as she started to pour.

“Well, I’m glad…though I don’t mind saying you gave me quite a shock!”

“I’m so very sorry about that,” she said, reaching for her cup just as Fluttershy finished filling it. While the pegasus busied herself with her own cup, the good mare took the provided tea bag and slid it into the hot water. Turning the handle towards her, she savored the rich scent already beginning to curl upwards from the cup, the first few streamers of tea working their way into the water and darkening its clear color. “I just have a reputation to maintain, you know, and being late on a dress for one of the Princesses herself…I shudder to think of it. Do you have any honey?”

“Here,” Fluttershy said, nudging a small bottle towards her friend while she laid her own tea bag into her cup. “I don’t think Princess Luna would be too mad at you, Rarity. At the end of the day, I think she would value your friendship over a dress, no matter how beautifully crafted it may be.”

“Thank you for saying that,” she said, turning the honey bottle over and squeezing a few thick, gooey drops into her teacup. Laying it aside, she brought out the special spoon given to her by her Mistress. “And for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome,” her friend said, giving the spoon a curious look as it was slipped into the good mare’s rapidly steeping tea. “Where did you get that? It’s quite beautiful.”

“Oh yes, isn’t it?” She smiled, feeling a small thrum of magic run through her hand as the hot tea caressed the bowl of the spoon. It ran along the utensil’s barrel, and the yellow garnet flashed for the briefest moment. She saw Fluttershy blink, and before the pegasus could comment, she continued. “It was a gift from a friend.”

“What friend?” Fluttershy asked, and the good mare noticed that despite the curiosity in her tone, her eyes didn’t leave the yellow gem. Cautiously, slowly, she started to stir. Streamers of honey swirled around her cup, sweetening the tea, but her attention was entirely on the gem; with each revolution around the cup, it caught the light in odd, complex ways. Facing away from her like it was, the good mare didn’t get the full blast of the effect, but she remembered it well enough from when her Mistress had done it to her. She uncrossed her legs, discreetly rubbing her thighs together, biting back a soft sigh at the feeling of her thoughts clouding right at their edges…but with an effort, she pulled her gaze away, focusing instead on Fluttershy’s face.

After all, she was the one to be hypnotized here, not the both of them. At least not yet.

“Well…I’ve never met her,” she replied, playing coy. A girlish giggle left her muzzle, but her hand was steady, never pausing as it stirred. Fluttershy leaned forward, ever so slightly. She had been pouring sugar when she’d first seen the gem, a steady trickle – now she was frozen in the act, enough sugar in her tea to turn it sickly-sweet, a tiny, undissolved mountain heaping up above the liquid’s surface. “But she’s quite captivating, to say the least…Fluttershy, dear, your tea?”

“Hmm?” The yellow pegasus blinked, her lids slow and sluggish. Then, with a visible effort, she pulled her gaze away from the gem on the spoon and looked down, blushing at the small hill of sugar sitting in her tea. “Oh no! The tea is ruined…”

“That is quite a lot of sugar,” she commiserated, affecting a sigh. Then she brightened, reaching over and touching Fluttershy’s arm, just enough to make her look up from her supposedly ruined tea. “But, maybe you can fix it!”

“I don’t think so,” the pegasus said with a frown, a frown that didn’t at all look right on her slender, lovely muzzle. “Even if it all dissolves, it’ll be much too sweet to drink.”

“Not if you distribute it more evenly,” the good mare insisted, and as if to demonstrate, her hand started to move again. She stirred her tea in long, slow circles, angling the spoon this way and that as it tracked around the edge of her cup. “See? If you just stir, like this. Around and around, letting all of the sugar dissolve, letting it all just flow in endless circles. Stirring and stirring…”

“I…” Fluttershy’s frown deepened. Her gaze fell downwards, to the circling gem, and the good mare saw those flashes of light again, reflected in those clear, guileless pupils. “That doesn’t seem…right…”

“But it is,” she cooed, leaning forward in her chair, scooting the cup along the surface of the table. Fluttershy’s eyes followed it, almost involuntarily, the yellow pegasus sucking in a distracted breath as the cup edged closer to her. The good mare kept up her smooth, simple motions, dropping her voice as she continued to talk from the light, airy tones of companionship to something darker. Deeper, and more sensual, her words shaded into a smoky husk as she led Fluttershy deeper into trance. “You can just keep stirring, keep watching everything move in those circles. Watching everything dissolve. Sugar…or honey…or even your thoughts.”

“…thoughts?” Fluttershy’s voice was barely better than a whisper.

“Hmm? You want to dissolve your thoughts?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as if surprised.

“I…I’m not…”

“Shh,” she said, shaking her head. “I understand if you do, dear. Thoughts can be such burdensome things, can’t they? Heavy and grating…worries gnawing at your nerves all day, making you flustered and frazzled – appointments to keep, tasks to complete, an endless list of things to keep straight and remembered! Frankly, Fluttershy, having thoughts is positively exhausting. It’s far more trouble than it’s worth.”

She paused for effect, continuing to stir. Fluttershy’s breathing was beginning to even out, falling into the slow, deep rhythm of sleep. Her eyes remained open, but they were slowing down too, keeping up with maybe one revolution of the spoon out of every three. The clarity in them was beginning to fade, a growing, intoxicatingly sexy haze spreading in its place. Swallowing, the good mare flicked her eyes away, uncrossing her legs. She started to rub her thighs together, feeling her pussy dampening under her dress, her arousal starting to return as she hypnotized her friend. Mentally fumbling for her script, she picked it up again, threads of passion twining through her voice, making it slightly unsteady.

“Y-You don’t have to, though,” she said, letting out a long, slow breath, more to relax herself than Fluttershy. “If we just keep stirring…we can have those pesky, heavy thoughts dissolve too. Leave you with a nice, e-empty brain. Light, and floaty, and…”

Honestly, she didn’t know how her Mistress did this. Not without breaking in the middle of the induction and simply pouncing her subject, that was. The good mare had to pause, steeling herself, her free hand clutching spasmodically and crumpling the fabric of her dress in her fist as she fought to keep herself in her chair, continuing the hypnosis.

“…and sexy, Fluttershy.”

“Rarity…” Fluttershy murmured, and now she was swaying slightly in her chair, like she was trying to stand up. Trying to break free. “Rarity…what are…”

“I’m helping you, dear,” the good mare said, her voice degenerating further into a throaty purr. Her hand was pulling her dress up, inch by slow inch, revealing scandalous expanses of her creamy, ivory legs and thighs to Fluttershy, but the yellow pegasus was too far gone to notice. Muzzle parted slightly, she just kept staring at the teacup – her eyes were frozen in place now, unable to move, let alone follow the spoon. She kept it moving, though, sending those mesmeric flashes right into Fluttershy’s fogging, glazed eyes, knowing she was so close.

“Taking away those intrusive, terrible thoughts.”

Stir. Flash. Fluttershy’s head nodded forwards, her muzzle slackening more. A tiny, silver line of drool edged out, crawling down her jawline.

“Dissolving them, one by one.”

Stir. Flash. She had to bite back a moan, watching her friend slip under so easily, so completely. It was maddeningly erotic, to see Fluttershy’s conscious mind shutting off, little by little, right in front of her.

“Replacing them with…nothing. Just emptiness.”

It was becoming too much for her, and the good mare huffed, her hand slipping underneath her dress at last. Groaning needily, she felt her fingers brush over her damp, pouting marehood, and a shiver ran through her entire body. The spoon clattered against the cup, and drops of tea flew, pattering across the tabletop. Drawing in a shaking breath, her fingers still slipping over the slick flesh of her entrance, the good mare stirred faster, impatience and arousal finally starting to win out.

“You’re empty, Fluttershy. J-Just empty, and blank, so fucking sexy…”

Stir…flash…stir…flash…

“A-and you love being blank and empty for me. For anyone! Just an empty, obedient, horny mare like me…”

Stir-flash-stir-flash-

“Good mares obey, oh fuck, good mares obey…!”

She’d lost track of who was being hypnotized; if she was repeating her mantra for herself, or instilling it into Fluttershy. The pegasus’ breathing was starting to become labored, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths; the good mare’s own lust-fogged gaze noted the tiny, hard outlines of Fluttershy’s nipples, pressing against the thin pink blouse she was wearing. She was dimly, dazedly surprised that Fluttershy of all people wasn’t wearing a bra, but that thought was chased away the next second by her own talented hand, arcing sneakily upwards and strumming the ball of her thumb over her engorged, throbbing clit.

The good mare’s back arched, nearly throwing her out of her chair, her words rising in a cry of ecstasy.

“Good mares obey, good mares obeehhhhhoh fuck me!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The good mare had half-a-second to register that completely unexpected sentence, delivered in a calm, if slightly breathy with arousal, voice. Then, as she settled, knocked off-kilter, into her chair, she felt Fluttershy, warm, vibrant, and there. The yellow pegasus stepped in between the good mare’s legs, spread lewdly wide…and then she knelt, movements stiff, slightly jerky. The good mare’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to say something – she had no clue what – but before she could, her dress was pushed up even farther, forming more of a wrinkled belt around her waist then anything, and Fluttershy’s head was dipping between her thighs, and –

“I didn’t meohhhhhhh…Fluttershy, I…mmph, yes, right there…”

Any thoughts she had of fixing her error vanished in an instant as Fluttershy’s tongue wormed its way into her pussy. The yellow pegasus’ hands curled around the good mare’s thighs, pulling her closer, impaling the white unicorn on her questing tongue, and she simply melted, slumping in her chair with a gurgling, desperate moan. White-hot bolts of ecstasy lashed at her brain and spine, every touch of Fluttershy’s strangely talented tongue rewarding the shy, supposedly withdrawn pegasus with a fresh burst of her friend’s creamy, thick femcum, running like a river and absolutely drenching everything from thigh fur to the chair cushion beneath them.

The good mare’s hands flew upwards, gripping the top of the chair, fingers folding over the top while her nails dug into the backing. Back arching, her chest heaved up and down with great, gasping breaths, interspersed with loud, wild moan as Fluttershy dug her tongue into her cunt. Her legs scissored closed, pinning the other mare in place; she didn’t seem to mind, and the next thing the good mare knew, Fluttershy’s tongue was corkscrewing even deeper than before. She shrieked, rump lifting clear off of the chair, small drips of femcum from the rapidly puddling stain thudding back down to the drenched fabric. Her dress, meant for much less strenuous activities, jostled and one shoulder strap slid completely off, exposing her right breast and rock-hard nipple to the cool air of Fluttershy’s den.

Her purple fair fell out of its carefully coiffed style, obscuring her eyes in purple waves while she bucked and writhed in the chair. Her brain was melting under the yellow pegasus’ sensuous assault. The strong, flexible muscle of the tongue dragged over the ridges of her pussy, sending the good mare into paroxysms of agonized pleasure; it dipped into the crevices and valleys between those ridges, dulling the bliss, turning it into a spreading, sucking lake of quicksand, dragging her mind into an inescapable, blissful bog. Fluttershy speared her tongue as deep as it would go; the good mare cried out, hips bucking towards the ceiling, only for the pegasus to pull her back into the chair with a lewd squelching noise. The tongue retreated; the unicorn tried to breath, only for the tonguetip to flick over the slightly rougher, sensitive areas near her entrance, and she lost the air she’d sucked in with a breathless, gratified gasp.

Obscenely, delightfully wet noises echoed up from the juncture of her legs, Fluttershy diligently fulfilling the command she’d been given. She ate her friend’s pussy with sensuous efficiency, poking and probing her tongue in all the right places. The good mare was absolute putty in her hooves, as the old saying went, and between Fluttershy’s unexplained talent and her earlier arousal, it wouldn’t be long before –

Her breath hitched.

Fluttershy, sensing the inevitable, feeling the good mare’s quim suddenly clenching and spasming, redoubled her efforts. She pulled her friend closer at the same time she pushed her muzzle in, and the good mare swore she felt an inch or two of those muzzle actually pop into her cunt and she was so full and that tongue was so divine and – and –

“Oh fuck yes!”

With an exclamation that, a week ago, she’d never have dreamed uttering, let alone shrieking at the top of her lungs, the good mare peaked. Her climax struck with the force of a bomb, detonating in the center of her mind and pussy at the same time, wiping away rational thought in favor of mindless bliss. She convulsed, kept in the chair by Fluttershy’s hands on her thighs, and her own deathgrip on the top; she could hear her nails tearing furrows in the fabric covering. A flood of femcum burst down her channel, and she could feel Fluttershy’s throat working, the subtle vibrations as the pegasus drank her fill of the unicorn’s tart, tangy juices. What Fluttershy couldn’t catch ran out over the good mare’s thighs, dripping down to her butt and adding to the probably-permanent stain on the chair.

And still, her tongue kept going, kept obeying the accidental order she’d been given. The good mare gasped and twitched, trying to come down from her orgasm, but it was impossible with her friend’s tongue still swirling in her depths. The yellow pegasus pulled her friend closer again – she’d slipped slightly out of her grip in her wild, orgasmic writhing – and the unicorn seized up, whimpering with sensual overload as she felt Fluttershy’s tongue probe a particularly deep valley. Drawing in short, stuttering breaths, for the first time in five minutes she made a noise that wasn’t a pleasured shriek.

“F-Fluttershy,” she gasped out, before wincing as her pussy clamped down on the invading, wriggling tongue again. “P-please…oh, Celestia…w-w-waaaahhh! W-Wait, stop!”

The tongue slowed…then, blessedly, stopped. Fluttershy tilted her head just enough to look up at the good mare’s face, eyebrow raised inquisitively.

Panting, she opened her mouth again, fully intent on ordering Fluttershy to stop. To stand up. Maybe even to go sit back down on the couch, so she could continue hypnotizing her, inducting her, conditioning her. That’s what her Mistress would have wanted her to do. She would have wanted her to ignore the fire still burning in her loins. Look past how calm, placid and obedient Fluttershy looked between her legs. Quell the intrusive thoughts bubbling up in her brain, the ones telling her instead to take advantage of the blank, empty mare underneath her. To condition her in a different way. A more unorthodox way.

An infinitely sexier way.

The good mare licked her lips.

“Fluttershy…kiss me.”

Pop!

She shuddered as Fluttershy slid her muzzle free of the unicorn’s soaked, messy slit. The pegasus stood up, the good mare’s juices visibly dripping from her drenched muzzle. Drops pattered down to the chair, the unicorn’s thighs, some all the way to the carpet. Fluttershy didn’t even notice. She simply looked at the good mare – at her fellow blank, obedient mare – and uttered the two hottest words in the history of language.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Then she leaned forward, catching the good mare’s lips in a soft, sensual kiss, and they both fell back into the clutches of ecstasy.

She pressed forward, immediately deepening the kiss. Fluttershy was pliant, accepting, and she didn’t resist as the unicorn hungrily made out with her, tongue sliding forward to slip and slide over the pegasus’ wet, stained lips. She relished the taste of her own juices exploding on her tongue, a taste she’d gotten very used to over the last week from cleaning her own fingers, but that didn’t content her for long. After sampling her own flavor, she parted Fluttershy’s lips, thrusting her tongue into the obedient mare’s muzzle and instantly dominating it. Pinning it down, the unicorn coiled their tongues together, suckling hard and enjoying her own flavor for the second time in quick succession.

While she busied herself with the pegasus’ lips, the good mare’s hands weren’t idle. They went to Fluttershy’s blouse, practically ripping the buttons open. It held together until she reached the last few buttons, near the hem of the shirt; these became tangled, and with a muffled growl of frustration, the unicorn simply tore the blouse open the rest of the way, scattering buttons everywhere. Unresisting, Fluttershy simply shrugged out of the ruined garment, and it was even easier to slide her skirt down and off, the cotton hitting the floor with a muted fwumph.

Pulling back from the kiss, the good mare took in Fluttershy’s lean, supple form in all of its nude glory. She had been right earlier – there was no underwear in evidence. For now, she tossed aside the “why” and simply enjoyed the end result, running her eyes up and down her friend’s long, lithe legs, her trim tummy, her modest but eminently attractive breasts, small, perky spheres that would fit comfortably in the unicorn’s palms. Her hands itched to do just that, to reach forward and play with those enticing orbs, but she thrust the idea aside. She had a better one.

“Lie down, Fluttershy. On the floor,” she growled lustfully, standing up as soon as Fluttershy stepped back.

“Yes, Mistress.” And she did so, unquestioningly, immediately, obediently, the mere sight of her following an order enough make the good mare’s cunt throb pleasantly.

Intent on following her, she slipped the other shoulder strap of her barely-holding-on dress off, and it was a simple matter to step out of it as it hit the floor. Now just as naked as Fluttershy, she all but pounced on the supine pegasus, accidentally hitting the edge of the tea tray as she did. Cups flew in a shower of liquid and tinkle of breaking china, but neither of them really noticed. The good mare was too busy kissing her way down Fluttershy’s neck and body, and the pegasus’ induced, hypnotic calm was finally starting to crack, her hips squirming, small, high-pitched squeaks and groans of pleasure issuing from her muzzle as arousal started to meld with obedience.

She started to speak, interrupting herself with every kiss she stopped to plant on the pegasus’ stretched out body.

“Fluttershy…”

A kiss, nuzzling the hollow of her neck, groaning herself as she felt the vibrations from Fluttershy’s moan.

“I have…”

Caressing the swell of her left breast, dragging her tongue through the short, silky fur, enjoying the way the pegasus squirmed underneath her.

“One more…”

Twirling her tongue over the pink peak of the nipple, her own nubs pulsing in sympathetic pleasure while Fluttershy arched her back, trying to push more of her tit into the good mare’s muzzle.

“Command for you.”

“Y-Yes…Mistress…?”

One final kiss, just below her belly button. She pulled back, admiring the slick snatch laid out below her. Fluttershy’s pussy was a thing of beauty, her petals pouting open just the slightest bit. From this angle, she could see her clit easily enough, the tiny red bulb clearly swollen with blood, and she was tempted to follow in Fluttershy’s footsteps. It would be so easy to just lean down, open her muzzle, and take her own turn to drink her fill of the pegasus’ juices…They – she – smelled sweet. Light, with a hint of fruit, like something you could imbibe for hours and never get tired of.

But – why settle for just Fluttershy’s pleasure, when she could have some of her own?

Grinning, she suddenly pivoted, swinging her legs around to intermingle with Fluttershy’s while she laid her back on the carpet. It took a bit of finesse, but eventually their legs were properly intertwined, running up, over and around the other’s. The unicorn bit her lip, groaning softly, feeling the heat radiating off of Fluttershy’s cunt and mixing with her own. Their pussies hovered, inches from one another, and even Fluttershy had more than a trace of greedy anticipation in her otherwise blank, glazed gaze as she stared down the length of her body.

“Scream for me, Fluttershy.”

She rolled her hips forward, and Fluttershy’s affirmation devolved into the very sound she’d been ordered to make, her dulcet, vibrant voice shaking the glass in the windows.

Their pussies kissed, and the good mare’s world instantly shrank to that single point; the searing, blazing inferno of pure bliss between her legs. She couldn’t have hoped to pace herself, and she didn’t even try, her voice joining Fluttershy’s in a lustful symphony as their hips bucked and writhed against one another. Their scissoring was rough, fast, and destined to be over quickly, but for her part, she was intent on wringing every last drop of pleasure she could before the inevitable occurred. Fluttershy seemed to be of a similar mind, her body twisting and undulating with every bit of desperate passion that the good mare felt, and from there it was a race to the finish.

Labia caressed, folds of flesh slipping and sliding over one another, producing muted, generalized spasms of pleasure up and down the spine. The true mindmelting bliss came when their hips twisted in just the right ways, or their petals folded in just the perfect direction to expose their secret, sacred flesh. Those ridges and valleys, exposed to places never meant for them, burned and sang with unimaginable ecstasy – even more so when they managed to rub over the short, thoroughly drenched fur of the mares’ thighs. On occasion, the rough, inner walls managed to touch each other, meetings that were always torturously brief but electrically stimulating, touches that never failed to coax another rapturous wail from the good mare and her lover.

Her toes curled, digging into the carpet. Wet, messy squelches echoed out as their cunts messily met, time and again, drops and streamers of prodigious femcum being flung in every direction. The thick, sticky fluid soaked into the carpet, not to mention their bodies, inundating the both of them with the smell of sex, a smell that might linger for days.

She could already feel it, a climax like a freight train barreling straight towards her, but she wasn’t quite ready yet. Huffing, gasping breaths puffing out of her muzzle, she thrust ever harder, slamming her pussy against Fluttershy’s and then simply holding it there. Bracing her arms on the carpet for leverage, she used what leverage she had with her own weak, shaking legs to pull the pegasus closer, keeping their slits together, femcum oozing out and mixing in great, saggy strings between their petals. Shuddering, she circled her hips without pulling them back, grinding her cunt passionately against the wet, heated pegasus pussy. After a long, raspy moan – her screams had been slightly too enthusiastic – Fluttershy reciprocated, and the good mare’s world came dangerously close to whiting out in a unrestrained sea of sexual gratification.

Persevering, whinnying with the effort of staying conscious, she arched her back off of the carpet. Twisting her hips in a mad corkscrew, she humped forward at the same time Fluttershy slumped, and bucked.

Their clits kissed.

For one timeless moment, the good mare felt an all-encompassing surge of bliss, emanating from her clitoris and spreading in an instant to every single nerve in her body.

Then the world exploded.

Fluttershy’s voice may have given out slightly, but she shrieked right alongside the good mare as they both tipped over the edge, simultaneous climaxes rocking their bodies. At least one of them squirted – the unicorn had no hope of knowing who, but she felt those forceful jets of femcum splattering and streaking over their joined crotches, and the feel of it was obscenely erotic enough to send even more ecstatic waves rushing through her already overstimulated cunt. Her brain simply switched off for a good minute, the entire range of her consciousness consisting of her hips randomly twitching, tiny, shocked moans tumbling out of her muzzle, and of course, every part of her body sizziling with white-hot pleasure.

Eventually, it ended. She came back to herself, cuddled up with Fluttershy, with absolutely no idea of how she got there or how much time had passed. Judging from the still wet, sticky mess coating their thighs and a good chunk of their bodies, however, it hadn’t been long. Fluttershy was still lying more or less ramrod straight, and the unicorn was nestled up against her. Her legs were looped around Fluttershy’s waist, wet, dripping pussy dangerously close to rubbing the fur of her belly, and her head was nuzzled against the pegasus’ breasts. Suppressing a yawn, the good mare knew she didn’t have long before sleep took her.

“Fluttershy…”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Cuddle with me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Fluttershy relaxed into a more natural position, one arm sliding underneath the unicorn, the other slipping across her chest. Loosely cupping one of the good mare’s own tits, the pegasus half-turned, angling her muzzle down to rest against the unicorn’s mussed hair while she drew her into a tight semi-embrace. They might have been more comfortable on Fluttershy’s bed, or even her couch, but the good mare couldn’t even contemplate moving right now. She was, completely and utterly, spent, slipping towards slumber at an astonishing rate. Where her Mistress was, what had happened, and how she would continue onwards all seemed like tiny, inconsequential matters next to a well-deserved nap.

But there was one thing she absolutely needed to know.

“Fluttershy,” she murmured sleepily, eyes closing, sleep already fogging the edges of her brain. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? To fuck like that?”

A moment’s silence.

“…Rainbow Dash and I are friends with benefits, Mistress.”

The good mare was asleep before her brain could finish processing this most unexpected of responses.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this second chapter of My Little Harem - Hypnosis is Magic! It was certainly a lot of fun to work on for my part. ^.^

I wanted to add a quick little update for those who are following this story in regards to its tentative schedule. I do have quite a few other projects I'm working on, but this story has never quite left my brain since I started it...I'm looking at hopefully uploading at least one chapter a month. It's a bit of a slow pace, I know, and I'm not ruling out working on this story more than once a month, but with everything else I'm currently writing - not to mention the things I want to write - I'd be setting myself up for failure if I committed to anything faster. I can only hope the quality of the story makes up for it!

Thanks for reading, and I'll see you in Chapter 3!

P.S. - I feel a bit bad about the slow schedule, so to make up for it, here's a hint about the next chapter... Game over, man! Game over!