No one could just find the Midnight Escape. It was a refuge for those left adrift. Not just among the cacophonous sensations of Manehattan, but also those drifting through life itself.

Drifting mares in Manehattan always seemed to find their way to the Midnight Escape. For whatever reason they may have, the siren song of the club always managed to lure them in for a night spent drinking, chatting, and loving. No mare left the Midnight Escape alone. They often left in the passionate embrace of another patron, but for one lucky mare each night, they were invited to join the club owner in her bed.

Hypnotic Dreams, a beautiful unicorn mare with a blue coat and golden mane, was the siren responsible for the Midnight Escape. Her letters, sealed with black lipstick, were the invitation required to even enter the Midnight Escape, not that it was ever a problem coming into possession of such a letter. Any mare who found the club already had a letter, even if she didn’t know it at the time. Hypnotic was also easily recognizable, sitting behind the bar counter set by the back wall, her eyes glowing a faint green behind a pair of opaque black sunglasses. She always wore some kind of appealing, hyperfeminine attire. Some nights it was a short, tight dress, others it was a flattering skirt suit. On lingerie night she wore a gown made of wispy black lace with a set of nylon stockings and every costume night promised the sight of the owner in some revealing fantasy outfit.

Tonight, Celestia found herself wandering the streets of Manehattan. The Princess was lost in a sea of indecision as she walked, disguised, through the busy streets of Equestria’s largest city. She hadn’t been Princess of Equestria for several years now and she had been content with her quiet life in retirement, at least until Luna had dropped by, regaling her sister with tales of how she had spent her own time since stepping down. Luna had been overtaken with wanderlust, traveling the known world and doing all manner of… uncouth things. From hunting whales on the other side of the world to touring Equestria with a ‘heavy metal’ band and… partaking in the pleasures of her fellow musicians. It all sounded rather exciting to Celestia, even if she was content with her quiet life in the countryside, but she had little idea as to how to go about such a hedonistic lifestyle. She came to Manehattan largely out of a lack of ideas, and hoping to stumble into something just for the night, to have her taste of the hedonistic life. So far, it seemed rather disappointing. Nothing seemed appealing to her. Alcohol was cheap and there were rude creatures aplenty around her. Something about the city seemed to make people rude. Celestia herself had to suppress the urge to forcefully shove an oblivious pony standing still in the middle of the sidewalk out of the way.

She didn’t notice at first that the noises of the crowds had died away. The blaring of automobile horns and the shouting of people no longer assaulted her ears. Peaceful quiet surrounded her on the sidestreet she found herself on. A single neon sign could be seen above a modest looking entryway. Written in blue and golden yellow light, the name of the establishment promised Celestia refuge from the rest of Manehattan. The Midnight Escape, Mares Only Club.

The entryway was a single metal door with a view slit, hardly the exterior of an establishment suited to Celestia's tastes, but she still felt drawn to knock. Tonight was about finding something, right? Her hoof rapped twice at the door and the view slit snapped open. A pair of eyes, framed with mascara and eyeshadow, looked back at Celestia,

"Invitation?" The mare on the other side asked.

"Oh, um, I wasn't aware I needed one. I'm sorry for bothering you." Celestia hung her head low, a little embarrassed at the situation. Of course, a place this out of the way was invite-only.

"Miss, is that it at your hooves?" The doormare asked. Celestia's eyebrow shot up. When had… She looked down at her hooves, where a letter lay on the ground. It was a deep red, with the letters printed in gold.

‘For Her Majesty, Celestia’

Celestia's eyes widened as she picked up the letter. She turned it over. The letter was sealed not with wax, but with a kiss mark, the stain of black lipstick pressed onto the envelope. She slowly opened the letter, an odd sense of remorse coming to her as she broke the seal.

'Your Majesty,

If you are receiving this invitation, I can only assume that you have been left with something of a void since you left the throne. Perhaps you miss high society, or the frequent danger. Perhaps you are left a little jealous of your sister's escapades and desire a night of your own. Well, come to my club, the Midnight Escape, in Manehattan. We specialize in helping those mares wishing for change. Don't worry about finding it. You'll find your way there.

Love,

Hypnotic Dreams'

Celestia read the invitation over several times, her suspicions mounting over how Hypnotic had learned so much about her. Then she stopped and groaned. She knew of this mare. Hypnotic Dreams was, among many things, the manager and booking agent for the band Luna toured with. Of course, Luna had told her bandmates that she thought her sister wasn't getting enough out of retirement. Still, an odd way of receiving a letter, right in front of the establishment it came from.

"I suppose it is." Celestia nodded, surprised that the door opened as soon as the words left her mouth. A song flowed from the open door, sung by a beautiful voice. The air smelled of lavender and sage, and the lighting was tantalizingly dim. As Celestia set a hoof in the club, her disguise vanished, revealing her angelic true form. Her eyes went wide again, before the doormare, revealed to be a pretty green pegasus, explained.

"The club is enchanted to show one's true self, your Highness. There are no secrets between marefriends." The doormare smiled. "A few regulars didn't even realize they were mares until they stepped through that door.”

Celestia nodded slowly, though the entire building being layered with such an enchantment was slightly concerning, it spoke to the magical ability of the owner. The interior was simple but refined in taste. A few dozen small, round tables were arranged around a marble dance floor, playing host to many a mare; sharing drinks, dances, and passion if they felt they could be discreet. In one corner, a wooden stage was lit up with spotlights, where a pair of attractive mares performed, one playing a modest piano, the other being the singer responsible for the sweet song that filled the club. They were dressed the part as well, in sequin dresses that shimmered with the spotlights. Against the far wall of the bar, a long counter lined with stools, behind which were hundreds of bottles of fine liquor, and the first mare to truly catch Celestia’s eye.

Her eyes were what really drew Celestia in. Ethereal rings of softly glowing emerald light shone through her dark glasses. She was dressed to arouse, clad in a black velvet bodysuit that hugged her body but left her flanks exposed, the supple curves themselves were wrapped in fishnet tights. The mare’s cutie mark was what finally snapped Celestia into focus, however. A golden pocketwatch, its chain laid out in a spiral around it. Celestia didn’t just know of this mare… She knew Hypnotic Dreams, though she had been largely made to forget.

One of the many schemes to come out of Ponyville, Hypnotic Dreams had attempted to subvert the rule of Equestria by binding Celestia’s mind. Celestia had no memory of the event, the nature of Hypnotic’s control kept her from remembering, but later investigation cleared Hypnotic herself of any real wrongdoing. She harbored fantasies of the Royal Sisters, but it was the corruption of an old spellbook, not any unique darkness in her heart, that caused her to attempt what she did.

And now Celestia was here, in a bar owned by the hypnotist herself, seemingly called here by the mare.

For a moment, Celestia just stood there, thoughts racing through her head as to how she should proceed. She had to approach the bar, for certain. It was in poor manners to enter such an establishment and not partake, but from there? Celestia felt her hooves move towards the bar, assured that she would come to a decision by the time she spoke to Hypnotic. A faint smile curled her lips. Yes, she did make her decision.

Hypnotic gave a warm smile to the Princess as she came over to the bar, already fishing out a glass.

“Good evening, your Highness. I’m honored you’d pay my humble little club here a visit. Is there anything I could get you? Something to wash away an uneventful night?” Hypnotic gestured to the lines of bottles behind her. “I carry a little of everything.”

“Actually, I was thinking of something a little more exciting than just a drink.” Celestia let her eyes noticeably wander over Hypnotic’s body, lingering on her flanks long enough to be obvious. “I… understand you’ve held fantasies about me.”

Like that, the cool confidence in Hypnotic’s demeanor vanished, replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and horror.

“P-princess, if this is about the time I~” Hypnotic stuttered, lowering the glass and holding her hooves up on the bar with a pleading expression. “I never meant anything by it, I swear.”

Celestia suppressed a giggle at the sudden change. For all of Hypnotic’s confidence, a simple reminder of her past actions was all it took to completely derail her.

“Well, it’s partly about that day, but I do not wish to punish you for it. Rather, I know it comes from having fantasies about myself and my sister.”

“W-we-well, your Highness, what mare-attracted pony in Equestria doesn’t?” Hypnotic relaxed a little, withdrawing her hooves from the bar. “You and Luna are beautiful.”

“But most don’t have your specific fantasies, Hypnotic Dreams.” Celestia smirked, enjoying the faint ‘eep’ that came from behind the bar. “I may not remember what happened back then, but just the thought of it has kept me awake many a night, turning in my sheets from lust.”

Hypnotic’s eyes widened behind her glasses. Celestia licked her lips.

"I wish to experience that again, that arousing feeling of total surrender to you, Hypnotic. I want you to take my mind away, mold it to your will, and have me do as you desire."

"If you'll excuse me, your Highness, just for… one moment." Hypnotic could barely walk straight as she hurriedly made her way to the door to the bar's walk-in fridge. The door closed behind her, but everypony in the club could hear her through the walls.

"IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!" Hypnotic came back out, taking a deep breath as she came back to where she had left Celestia. She smoothed out a tuft of her mane that had sprung out during her excited rush to the fridge. "It would be an honor, your Highness, to make you my obedient slave."

"Not just a slave." Celestia leaned in close to Hypnotic, whispering hotly in the mare's ear. "Use me for pleasure, make me your mindless fucktoy."

Celestia pulled back, relishing how Hypnotic's legs nearly gave out beneath her. With words alone, Celestia had reduced the charming, confident seductress to a stammering schoolfilly. She was almost worried that she overdid the flirtation.

Hypnotic steadied herself, trying to regain even an ounce of composure. Her horn illuminated, a bottle of moonshine pouring into a shot glass as they flew over. Hypnos downed the shot in a single gulp.

"I need to finish out my time tending to my girls here, stick around for an hour, your Highness. Have a drink, dance, enjoy the music, and then I'll drain your will right out of your gorgeous head." Hypnotic promised with a seductive smirk. It was an admirable attempt at regaining herself. Celestia could tell she was still screaming in her head.

Celestia was honestly surprised. She was actually having fun interacting with others in the club. Bars tended to be loud, obnoxious establishments to her, the clientele screaming over hoofball teams or sloppy attempts at flirting. But here? Celestia laughed along with jokes, traded stories, and twirled on the dance floor to the lounge singer's serenade. She enjoyed the company of the other patrons, as they treated her not as the semi-divine royal that she was, but as a regular friend. She took an interest in them as people and they took interest in her.

Doctored Alias was an off-duty detective in the Manehattan Police Department, in the middle of a fight with her partner after a particularly stressful investigation. She had been to the Escape before and wanted a night to enjoy herself. Alias had received her invitation during a previous case. It had been entered into evidence during a drug bust while she was on cataloging duty, and she had had to take pains to get it released so she could actually come to the bar the first time.

Shimmerfall was a model, just released from her contract in favor of some up-and-coming new diva. She had found the letter from Hypnotic when she walked into her apartment earlier today. She hung onto another mare, the muscular Thunder Rush, like a life raft, nursing a martini and trying not to cry as the mares around her assured her that she was still gorgeous.

Thunder Rush was a dockworker, a rough blue-collar mare if there ever was one, who had just broken off a long-term relationship, and only found her invitation after finding the club, much like Celestia. Her last paramour had been a stallion, but she was more than willing to try the fairer sex, and the way she was looking at Shimmerfall gave everypony an idea of who she'd ask to go home with her.

Dulcet Swan, the lounge singer, had even joined them between songs. She found her invitation on the way out of a Broadway audition that she knew she had bombed, back when her name had been Harmonic Chords. Of course, she knew she'd have to change her name when she walked through the door that first time. Celestia smiled at her adorable blush when she explained that Hypnotic had invited her to bed that night and after a few weeks of regular attendance had offered her a regular gig.

Alias was in the middle of a story from her police work that already had the group in stitches, involving a fellow detective chasing after a flirtatious catburglar, when Hypnotic walked onto the stage, tenderly kissing Dulcet before taking the microphone. Alias quickly promised to finish her story later as Hypnotic spoke.

"Well girls, I'm afraid it's time for me to retire for the evening. For our new fillies, the bar isn't closing, I’ll just be taking my choice of the pack and be off, if she'll allow me of course." Hypnotic smiled in Celestia's direction. "And I think you all can guess who it is tonight. I hope none of you will be mad, I simply have to take this once in a lifetime opportunity. Goodnight loves."

Hypnotic walked over to Celestia’s group, holding her hoof out to the Princess.

“Your Highness?”

Celestia took Hypnotic’s hoof in her own, nodding quickly. She could hear Alias as Hypnotic led her away.

“Damn… I was hoping she’d go home with me tonight.”

“Maybe tomorrow, Alias.” Celestia winked back at the detective before she and Hypnotic rounded a corner.

“So, your Highness, besides when… well… the last time, have you ever been hypnotized?” Hypnotic asked. Celestia shook her head.

“I cannot say that I have. I have read a great deal of hypnosis erotica however, I believe I understand the basics.”

Hypnotic suppressed a snort, not wanting to offend the Princess while she still had a mind to take offense.

“Princess, most of that drivel is written by fetishists, not by hypnotists themselves. Hypnosis isn’t a simple gaze into the eyes and suddenly you’re a thrall.”

“Says the mare who can do that very thing.” Celestia laughed. Hypnotic’s professionalism was admirable, there was a hint of irritation in the unicorn’s remark. “Isn’t that how you ensnared my mind last time?”

“I’m a special case, your Highness, and even then I prefer proper induction when I’m not in a fit of megalomania.” Hypnotic led Celestia to a door, marked with the hypnotist’s cutie mark. Opening the door, Celestia was presented with a boudoir awash in lilac and gold. A large canopy bed set against the far wall and a half dozen wardrobes were arranged around the other walls. A pair of maids, in eye-catching uniforms, were dutifully dusting every exposed surface, a pale yellow unicorn with a green mane and a lilac pegasus, nearly the same color as the walls, with a straw colored mane.

“Summer, Lavender, please leave us. The room will not require cleaning tonight.” Hypnotic commanded. The two maids instantly snapped to attention upon hearing Hypnotic’s voice.

“Yes, Mistress Hypnotic.” They said in unison, bowing before making their way out. Celestia looked from the two maids to Hypnotic, a knowing eyebrow raised.

“They’re paid. They agreed to be hypnotized during their shift. Helps pass the time for them and it’s very arousing for everypony involved.” Hypnotic smiled, before gesturing to the bed. “Now, your Highness, why don’t you get comfortable, and we can begin.”

“If you insist.” Celestia sauntered over to the bed, swishing her flanks coquettishly in front of Hypnotic as she did. She nestled herself atop the blanket, stretching out across the soft, plush fabric. Her wings folded in as she lay on her back, her head settled down onto the pillow. Celestia closed her eyes and sighed, content.

Hypnotic took a deep breath. This was really happening. She was going to put Celestia under. She was going to use the Princess for her own pleasure. A wave of arousal washed over her, making her shudder. She took another deep breath. No, not getting excited yet. She wanted to savor this moment. Excitement this early would lead to a rushed induction, which could break and ruin the whole experience. Her horn lit up briefly, summoning a golden pocketwatch from the ether. She was going to do this the old fashioned way.

Hypnotic lifted herself into the air, floating silently over to the bed. Celestia opened her eyes when she felt the soft velvet of Hypnotic’s bodysuit press against her, finding herself face to face with the mare who was about to enslave her. Her eyes reflected back at her in Hypnotic’s dark glasses, ringed by the soft green light. Celestia leaned forward, her lips meeting Hypnotic’s. She could taste something vaguely sour, like a tart grape, or blackcurrant maybe, from the hypnotist’s lipstick. After a few moments, Hypnotic slowly withdrew from the kiss, her horn glowing. A half dozen ethereal hooves began massaging Celestia’s body, eliciting a soft moan from the alicorn.

“Let yourself relax, your Highness. You carry such stress, wouldn’t it be nice to let it all go?” Hypnotic’s voice was gentle. The magical massage began to focus on Celestia’s shoulders and neck, working out knots. “Let my hooves take it all away, working out all that nasty stress. As my hooves descend, you can feel all your stress falling away, disappearing with each firm caress down your body.”

Celestia let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding as the massage worked its way down. Around her wings, down her back, working her flanks, caressing her legs. She seemed to sink down into the plush bedding as she relaxed, a faintly dopey smile on her face, and her eyes never leaving Hypnotic’s.

“That’s it, Celestia. Just relax for me, let all the stress go. Getting so relaxed that it’s hard to even keep your eyes open. You can feel your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier the longer I talk. Each word making them feel a hundred times heavier. I’m going to count down from three, and each number will make your eyes grow a thousand times heavier, until I reach zero, and you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.”

“Three, a thousand times heavier.”

“Two, so much harder to keep them open.”

“One, nearly impossible to stop them from closing.”

“Zero, drop for me.”

Celestia’s eyes drifted closed, her body going limp under Hypnotic. Hypnotic’s breath became ragged from lust, before she once again steadied herself. No, this was a light trance. She still had work to do.

“Celestia, can you hear me?”

“Yes…” Celestia’s reply was distant.

“Do you still have thoughts, Celestia?”

“Yes…”

“You are a very good girl for telling me, Celestia. We have to go deeper to take those pesky thoughts away, they are the source of your stress, Celestia. For you to fully relax, we have to take all your thoughts away. You won’t be relaxed until the only things in your mind are my words. Do you understand?”

“Only your words… Yes…”

“Open your eyes, Celestia. Stay in this state of relaxation, but open your eyes.” Hypnotic commanded, her voice still soft and gentle. Celestia’s eyes snapped open, greeted by the glint of Hypnotic’s pocketwatch. The watch began to slowly swing back and forth. “I want you to follow the watch with your eyes, Celestia. Let your eyes follow the watch as it swings back and forth, back and forth. Each swing takes away some of those nasty thoughts, takes away some of that nasty stress. Back and forth, back and forth.”

Celestia’s eyes were locked onto the pocketwatch, following the golden circle as it gently swung back and forth.

“Swinging away all those thoughts, leaving nothing remaining except my words. Only my words are left in your head. Each swing takes away your thoughts, letting my words remain.” Hypnotic dispelled the watch, lifting her hoof to Celestia’s eyes. “When my hoof touches you, you will drop a thousand times deeper into trance, leaving nothing but my words in your mind.”

Hypnotic gently tapped Celestia on the snout, the Princess dropping back down into the pillows.

“Celestia, can you still hear me?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, Mistress.” Hypnotic corrected, pressing her thighs together to control the rush of arousal.

“Yes, Mistress…” Celestia dutifully repeated.

“Do you still have thoughts, Celestia?”

A moment of hesitation, Hypnotic’s eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes, Mistress…”

Hypnotic was disappointed, but not surprised. Celestia was effectively a living goddess, of course, she’d be loath to completely let go, even when consenting. But still, what she asked for, and what Hypnotic wanted, required her to be completely mindless. Hypnotic removed her glasses.

“Celestia, open your eyes.”

Again, Celestia’s eyes snapped open upon command, this time greeted by an intense green glow. Hypnotic’s eyes seemed to suck her in, filling Celestia’s entire world.

“Celestia, I want you to relax.” Hypnotic forced the word, her voice taking on a sharpness that wasn’t there before. Magic seemed to flow into her voice, into her eyes, forcing her words directly into Celestia’s mind. “Let your mind go completely blank. Completely empty.”

Celestia was trapped within Hypnotic’s gaze, her mind wiped clean. She couldn’t notice anything beyond the glowing green magic coming from Hypnotic’s eyes. She couldn’t notice the pair of batlike wings erupting forth from Hypnotic’s back, the spiraling horns growing from her temples, or the pointed teeth sprouting from her jaw.

“Blank, empty, obedient.” Hypnotic leaned in closer, her eyes filling Celestia’s gaze, her lips almost brushing against Celestia’s. “Now, I want you to close your eyes again, Celestia, but you will remain this blank, empty, and obedient. Completely mindless and ready to accept whatever I tell you, completely and totally. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress…” Celestia’s eyes were still held in place by Hypnotic’s, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good girl. Now, drop.” Hypnotic replaced her glasses on herself as Celestia’s eyes closed. If that didn’t work, nothing would. “Now, do you have any thoughts, Celestia?”

The answer came immediately this time.

“No, Mistress…”

Hypnotic finally allowed herself to drop her composure. She moaned with arousal. Celestia had never looked more beautiful than she did right now, ensnared and mindless. She could do anything to the beauty lying beneath her.

“You are mine, Celestia. Mine to do with as I please. You exist to serve my whims and pleasures. My body is your object of worship and my words form your entire world.” Hypnotic ran her hooves along her new toy’s body. Every sentence was punctuated by a kiss somewhere on Celestia’s form. On the neck, the chest, the stomach, the thigh. “Obedience is your pleasure. The slightest touch can make you orgasm, but you will never cum without my permission.”

Hypnotic’s hooves slid between Celestia’s legs. Celestia reacted automatically, gasping and reflexively bucking her hips.

“You’re such a good girl, Celestia. Good girls obey. Good girls get pleasure. Good girls love and worship their mistress. Good girls are desperate, horny sluts. You’ve never been anything but my good girl, Celestia, my toy to use for pleasure. How could you have ever been anything else? The only use for a slutty toy like you is for my pleasure and to be used for my pleasure brings you pleasure.”

Celestia moaned out in arousal, her body contorting under Hypnotic. It was true. She was a desperate, horny slut. She wanted nothing more than the pleasure of worshiping Hypnotic’s body, servicing Hypnotic’s desires. She was a good girl. Her Mistress told her so and her Mistress’ words were all that mattered to her. She felt her Mistress’ lips push against hers, her Mistress’ tongue forcing its way into her mouth. It was long, snaking, and had a forked tip. It wound around Celestia’s tongue, keeping her locked in the kiss until her Mistress decided to release her. The taste of her Mistress’ lips was intoxicating. The blackcurrant taste filled her mind as much as her Mistress’ words. It wrapped around her mind. All she could taste was blackcurrant, all she could hear was her Mistress’ impassioned moans, all she could feel was her Mistress kissing her.

Hypnotic’s tongue finally unwound, releasing Celestia’s tongue as Hypnotic pulled away from the kiss. Both of them were panting. Hypnotic climbed off of Celestia and the sudden lack of her Mistress’ touch left Celestia feeling desperately needy.

“Get up, Celestia.” Hypnotic commanded. Celestia scrambled to obey, getting off the bed. Hypnotic opened one of the wardrobes with magic, floating out a bundle of wispy red fabric. It swirled around Celestia, the whirlwind of fabric only receding when it completely obscured the mindwiped slut from view. When it dissipated, it revealed a beautiful dancing outfit, one suited for the harems of the Sultan. Red satin with gold embellishments hugged Celestia’s body, and rivers of translucent red veils flowed around her. Hypnotic’s horn flared again, creating motes of magic all along Celestia’s body.

“Dance for me, slave.”

Celestia’s body seemed to move on its own, swaying and twirling to the direction of her Mistress’ magic more than any direction from Celestia’s obedient mind. Twirling, swirling, gliding, and traipsing. Celestia was a leaf on the wind, her body exposed and hidden by the silky veils. She wasn’t aware of any of this, however. Her mind was lost in a lustful miasma. She wasn’t even aware of how long she spent dancing. It came as a surprise when her dance ended.

Celestia panted as she dropped down before Hypnotic, the magic compelling her limbs to move fading away. Her mistress lifted her chin up with a hoof, a warm smile gracing Hypnotic's beautiful face.

"Beautiful, my slave. Simply beautiful. But..." Hypnotic's smile turned into a cruel smirk. "I feel like that a dancer is still too noble a role for a slave like you. You're a lowly slut, existing only to serve my pleasure, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I live to serve you." Celestia repeated obediently. Of course it was true, Mistress Hypnotic had told her so. Hypnotic lifted one of her hind hooves right in front of Celestia's face.

"Worship my hooves, slave. Worship my hooves, my legs, my body. Kiss all the way up, do not stop until I have orgasmed.”

Celestia’s lips pressed gently against Hypnotic’s fishnet clad hoof, reaching up to caress her Mistress’ leg as she trailed slowly up. Before long, she switched to the other leg, tending to it just as reverently as she did the first. These were the legs of her Mistress after all, a goddess given form and the owner of her mind, body, and soul. Her tender kisses and licks were an act of worship, a prostration before her goddess.

Celestia’s vision tinted rose, her nostrils filled with the sweetly tart scent of blackcurrant, the taste of the berries mixing with that of Hypnotic’s sweat, fur, and fishnets. Her lips found Hypnotic’s slit, her tongue slowly snaking inside to properly worship every crease and fold. Plush thighs pressed against Celestia’s head, her mistress’ moans rising and falling as Celestia’s tongue explored. Each twist or flick prompted an excited rise in pitch from Hypnotic, a tightening of her thighs with each successive stroke of Celestia’s tongue.

Celestia’s ministrations on her new goddess were brutal. It was everything she had wanted for years, and Hypnotic found herself enjoying it almost too much. As Celestia’s tongue brushed over an area of particular sensitivity Hypnotic’s breath hitched in her throat. She grit her teeth as a blush came to her face. Her legs locked even harder around the princess’s head.

The smell that had previously been forcing itself up Celestia’s nostrils soon became her only window to the outside world as her face was forced up against Hypnotic’s snatch. Hypnotic bit her lip. While all the mares she had loved and ensnared during her time running The Midnight Escape were capable of pleasing her in such a manner, having Celestia, the mare of her oldest fantasies, at her beck and call was something truly magical.

The mare found herself torn, thinking for a moment as Celestia’s tongue traced circles - an act which invariably made her arch her back and buck her hips. Her primal instincts demanded she give in and allow Celestia to drive her over the edge now. But, the more sensual and conscious part of her knew it would be better for her to use both Celestia’s mind and body to drag out the experience.

Hypnotic draped a hoof over her eyes in mock agony… short term or long term pleasure? Was it even really a question? Celestia was an alicorn, with magic and stamina far beyond her. She could afford to drag it out.

Hypnotic’s lip bite grew into a dopey smile as she allowed her eyes to roll back into her head. Celestia was quite good with her tongue. Experience comes with age, she supposed. Hypnotic had done this with her before, of course. Even if she regretted her actions then… gods had she missed using this tongue. Hypnotic’s thighs squeezed around Celestia’s head as the alicorn’s flicks continued.

Then her new pet did something unexpected. Hypnotic’s eyes widened as Celestia retreated her tongue from her twat. For the briefest of moments, even though she knew it was close to impossible, a twinge of concern ran up her spine. Had Celestia shaken off her control already?

Those fears were put to rest almost immediately as Celestia repositioned for a moment. She wrapped her lips around the unicorn’s clit. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive organ several times, before circling it as the alicorn sucked and drooled. Hypnotic’s back arched as she slammed her hips forward, shoving her clit further into Celestia’s mouth.

“Oh, gods!” Hypnotic cried, her throaty moan echoing through the entire room. Her walls immediately tensed and spasmed, squirting out tart flavored juices over Celestia’s chin and into her mouth, which she greedily drank down.

Lightning bolts shot up and down Hypnotic’s spine. Her vision fluttered for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. Her horn sparkled and fizzled as she threw her head back. Through the entire orgasm, Celestia continued her work, until Hypnotic’s arousal was completely cleaned off. When she finally stopped, she took a moment to pant, heaving her chest.

Celestia stared down at her mistress, waiting for another order. The unicorn quickly shook her head and sat up. The two locked eyes for a moment.

“Ah… I missed our escapades. Didn’t you?” Hypnotic asked, cocking her head to the side as she smiled slightly. Celestia didn’t respond.

She knit her brows together. “I know you can’t remember those… Ah well… might as well continue.”

“My dearest slave,” Hypnotic hummed, rolling over slightly. “In my nightstand, you’re going to find a toy and a bottle. Would you be so kind as to bring me both?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Celestia said, sluggishly pulling herself up and heading over to the nightstand as instructed. Hypnotic watched hungrily from the bed, staring at Celestia’s posterior as she walked through the room.

Celestia returned shortly, a bottle of cherry tinted liquid and a large purple silicon toy, with a dangling belt of leather straps, held aloft in her golden magical grip.

Alessia. Of course, Hypnotic named her toys. Her favorite pets and her favorite dildoes could both expect their owner to give them pet names. It was sculpted like a dragon’s impressive shaft, ridged and bulged to hit everywhere at once.

When she used it on Alias, the detective had thrown her hips back and rode it. Dulcet usually laid back and took it like a pillow princess. Lavender and Summer for their parts merely wrapped their forehooves around a pillow and leg-locked her.

How would Celestia react?

“Do be a dear and hand that to me, would you?” Hypnotic asked, giving her princess pet a wink.

Ever eager to please, Celestia quickly did as instructed. Hypnotic rolled her hips, before using her magic to slide the strap-on onto her waist. Even though she had only just gotten over her orgasm, Hypnotic had already rebounded, ready to reward her pet.

“Right,” Hypnotic chuckled. She patted the bed with a hoof and Celestia obediently crawled up beside her. “On your back… Good girl.”

Getting herself and Celestia into position, Hypnotic debated for a moment. She could give Celestia a bit of relief and go right for her leaking twat… or she could have a little fun first.

Engulfed in Hypnotic’s magic, the lube bottle Celestia had brought floated over towards her. With a quick movement, she uncorked the top and poured the contents over Alessia, and then a little more for Celestia’s twitching slit.

Never one to keep her partner waiting for long, Hypnotic then lined herself up, and gave a slow but firm thrust of her hips into Celestia’s hole. Celestia grit her teeth, arching her back slightly and balling the covers in her hooves.

Each slow movement of Hypnotic’s hips pushed Alessia a little more into her slave, until finally she hilted fully. Hypnotic took a moment to allow Celestia to adapt to the silicon rod filling her hole.

The unicorn let a dark grin come to her face as she started her work. She started with a slow retreat, one which Celestia unconsciously tightened to prevent. Once only the top of Alessia was left inside, Hypnotic wasted no time in the next step.

Thrusting in as hard as she could, Hypnotic’s hips slapped against Celestia’s with a pleasant clap. One that was music to her ears. It was all the incentive Hypnotic needed to start again. She pulled out, taking her time again, before she gave another fast and hard thrust.

Eagerness soon replaced a steady pace with a feral and primal urge, and before long Hypnotic and Celestia’s slow clapping of the hips became a thunderous applause that filled the room.

Celestia’s breathing grew ragged, her back arched, and her eyes looked up with desperation. Hypnotic pulled almost all the way out, eliciting a soft, disappointed whimper amongst her pet’s howling moans, then speared Celestia through, driving the dragon dildo as deep as it would go.

The loud, sharp gasp as Celestia came was music to Hypnotic’s ears.

“Come up here, my slave. Bring your beautiful body to me.” Hypnotic lay back upon the bed, her hooves outstretched, welcoming.

“Yes, Mistress.” Celestia nodded, climbing back up onto Hypnotic’s bed. She rested her head upon Hypnotic’s velvet-covered chest, shivering lightly as Hypnotic licked her horn. Soft hooves wrapped around Celestia, tenderly embracing her. The sweet scent of blackcurrant wafted from Hypnotic’s body, filling Celestia’s mind with the wonderful fuzzy bliss.

“You are beautiful, Celestia. I’ve wanted you for a very long time. To have you now, to hold you close while owning you, mind and body, it’s one of the happiest moments of my life. Only my own wife has made me happier than taking ownership of you has. I am your Mistress, you are my slave, and I will cherish that ownership forever.” Hypnotic relaxed into the pillows of the bed, letting Celestia be her blanket. “When I call, you will come, and I will make you feel more wonderful than you have ever felt before.”

Celestia nuzzled into Hypnotic’s chest, absorbing her Mistress’ words. It became her truth, her world. Serving her Mistress was the most important thing to her. And it was perfect. It was bliss. She was at ease when she was ensnared in her Mistress’ control.

A hoof gently lifted Celestia’s face, her eyes quickly drawn into the green glow. It pulled her in deep. Deeper and deeper.

“Sleep, my slave. Sleep and when you wake, this will all seem like a dream until I call upon you again.”

Celestia groaned as she turned over. The sheets pulled taut on top of her, before an involuntary flex of her wings threw them off. She sat up, groggily looking around. She was in her room, on her bed. Celestia rubbed her eyes as she yawned.

That was an incredible dream she had. Maybe Luna decided to taunt her with a taste of debauchery. She plucked a grape from a bowl of fruit on her nightstand, popping it in her mouth without looking. It was tart, almost like a cherry. Celestia's mind softened, the taste wrapping itself around her mind and sending a rush of warmth to her nethers. She looked more closely at the bowl of fruit.

Blackcurrants.

Author's Note

Big thanks to Deer for help in both writing and editing the story!