The Sublime Serenity

One Week Later

Column had an idea.

She had woken up before Paisley, safe and warm in his hooves. The two had shared the bed in her suite since that first night on the beach. Every night was date night in paradise and every date night ended with vigorous sex.

She shimmied out of his grasp, kissing him gently on the forehead, and snuck off to her wardrobe. She had worn it multiple times since Hypnotic got it for her that first day, and now she wanted to show it off for her… She squeed quietly at the thought, for her coltfriend.

She lubed up her whole body, then slid into the latex maid outfit, pulling up the socks and gloves and tying on the bonnet to finish the outfit. Then, she went back to bed, pulling back the sheets to expose Paisley’s delicious morning wood. She licked her lips, before wrapping them around the thick shaft. Her tongue expertly teased out moans from Paisley, before his hooves reached down to hold her head down, forcing his cock down her throat as he groaned, shooting ropes of cum.

“Good morning.” Paisley smiled down at his beautiful marefriend, releasing her. She pulled away from his cock with a wet pop.

“Good morning, baby.” Column climbed back up into his embrace, kissing his chest and neck. “I thought you might like the wakeup call.”

“A wakeup blowjob given by my sexy marefriend who’s wrapped in latex all for me?” Paisley kissed the tip of Column’s horn. “I couldn’t ask for a better morning.”

“Any morning I wake up with you is the best morning I could ask for, Paisley.” Column said, kissing Paisley’s lips. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“I think maybe parade you around the resort dressed as you are.” Paisley teased, relishing how Column blushed at the thought. “Show off how much of a slut my perfect filly is.”

Column shuddered as Paisley’s cock pressed against her belly, streaking the polished latex of her maid dress.

“Or maybe just fuck you here all day, until you can’t even stand up anymore, you’ll be so full of cum.”

“Why not both?” Column smirked up at him, reaching down to stroke his cock with her latex-gloved hoof. “I could milk this all day, anywhere in the resort. You could even invite others to use me. You know I’ll do it.”

“I know you would, so maybe I will. Put first…” Paisley forced Column’s head back down and she eagerly took his erection in her mouth. He grunted. “You need to take care of what you caused.”

Two Days Later

How had she not thought to check her messages the entire time she had been here?

Stupid! Stupid Column!

Stupid bimbo slut Column!

Swift Script, the secretary to the president of Crystal Spire Architectural Firm, spoke very clearly over the phone. The message was almost a week old.

“Mr. Eave, it has come to the attention of Crystal Spire management that you have failed to clock into work for two weeks. With this in mind, management has decided to terminate your employment contract with us. Your final paycheck will be deposited to your account and your tax forms will be mailed to your address. I wish you luck in your future endeavors.”

Click.

Column was a destroyed mess, left sobbing uncontrollably on the floor.

“Column? Column! What’s wrong?!” Paisley ran over to her, taking her in his hooves. “Column, baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“There, there was a mistake.” Column sobbed. “Th-there, there had to be some kind of mistake. My company sent me here. Swift Script told me they were sending me! B-but, but now she called me a week ago, telling me that I’ve been fired for not showing up for work!”

“Oh… Column… I’m sorry, baby.” Paisley said, pulling Column close, petting her mane as she sobbed into his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up and we can go see what happened from the resort’s side. Maybe they can do something to help if it was a company trip.”

“Oh… okay…” Column sniffled, nodding as she stood up, letting Paisley lead her to the bathroom. For the first time in a week, they didn’t fuck in the shower. The situation had done the impossible. It had killed Column’s libido.

Showered, dried, and now dressed in a professional skirt suit, Column had finally stopped crying. She and Paisley walked through the halls of the resort, the melancholy look on Column’s face surprising a number of the more regular staff and guests, who had grown used to seeing a cheerful, bubbly Column sticking close to Paisley.

“Column, darling, what’s wrong?” Sable asked, practically jumping over the front desk to run up to her charge. “Did something happen?”

“S-sable?” Column’s voice wavered, the poor mare already back to fighting back tears. “Who, who paid for my stay here?”

“I was informed that your account was paid in advance by Crystal Spire Architecture,” Sable said, looking between Column and Paisley. “Has there been an issue with your account?”

“Is Miss Dreams in today?” Paisley asked.

“She’s in her office,” Sable said, taking Column’s hoof and leading her back to the place where it all started. Hypnotic Dreams’ office.

“Miss Dreams? I believe there is an issue with Column.”

“Five days early? You promised me a week, Sable.” Hypnotic looked up from her computer, the glowing green rings of her eyes behind her glasses flitting between Sable, Column, and Paisley. Column’s eyes watered as a sense of betrayal washed over her. What had Hypnotic done?

“Y-you already know?” Column asked, trying to keep the hurt from her voice.

“You two have a seat, I’ll explain everything,” Hypnotic said, her tone firm and commanding. Neither Column nor Paisley could resist the order, sitting down together on a loveseat facing Hypnotic’s desk. “Sable, go get us a tray.”

“Yes, Miss Dreams.” Sable nodded, fluttering back out of the office. When the door closed, Hypnotic sighed, shaking her head.

“Column, I’m going to explain everything to you, but I can’t have you automatically trusting everything I tell you while I do it.”

“What do you mean?” Column asked.

“I need you to wake up…” Hypnotic commanded, her eyes glowing brighter behind her dark lenses.

“I… What… Hypnotic, what are you…” Column blinked, rubbing her eyes. Something changed. What was it? Hypnotic… “You did something to me.”

“I did a lot of things to you, Column, you could have refused most of them,” Hypnotic explained, her eyes dimming back to barely noticeable rings.

“You hypnotized me into accepting them!” Column snapped, feeling the anger bubble up in her veins. “Who sent me here?! You helped them get me fired!”

“I hypnotized you into trusting that what I said was worth accepting. Hypnosis can’t make you do anything.” Hypnotic’s voice remained even, calming even. Column’s eyes flicked to something hanging from the wall behind Hypnotic. Royal Canterlot College of Psychiatric Medicine - Doctorate of Psychology - Hypnotic Dreams. PsyD. “You are right about the last thing though. I did help you get fired, but not without reason and not without a safety net.”

“I didn’t willingly agree to anything! You’re a doctor, not a lawyer.” Column spat.

“Another thing you’re correct about, I’m not a lawyer, but I keep several on retainer. You don’t believe me that you didn’t agree to anything?” Hypnotic asked, raising a questioning brow. “What’s your name?”

“Column Erect~ No…” Column frowned. “Cornice Eave.”

“Are you sure?” Hypnotic asked. “Are you a mare or a stallion?”

“A mar~...” Column looked down. “You hypnotized me into this.”

“I hypnotized you to trust me, to make you accept femininity. You changed your name.” Hypnotic pointed out. “And you’re not hypnotized right now.”

“I’m a mare…” Column looked back up to Hypnotic. “Why does it feel right?”

“Because it was true long before you showed up here.” Hypnotic offered a small smile.

“And… And Paisley…” Column looked over to her coltfriend. He was looking at her with deep concern and she… she still thought of him as her coltfriend. “I wasn’t hypnotized into choosing you.”

“I run two establishments for the wayward,” Hypnotic said as she got up. “For mares who lost their sense of purpose, I run the Midnight Escape nightclub in Manehatten.”

“That’s an urban legend, there’s no public record of it existing.” Column protested, only for Paisley to clear his throat.

“I’ve worked with a few of the club’s performing acts.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Usually, for those in your situation, you would have just received an invitation to the Escape. But, you required more special attention, Column.” Hypnotic walked over to the loveseat, taking one of Column’s hooves. “The Sublime Serenity I run for those questioning their identity. I invite them here, and make sure they are confronted with those questions head on.”

“And… I had to question if I was really a stallion.” Column nodded slowly.

“I had to question if I was gay or bi,” Paisley admitted.

“I’d say you found the pleasure of at least one mare very fulfilling.” Hypnotic chuckled.

“But I didn’t get an invitation.” Column protested. “I was sent here.”

“You were. One of your coworkers contacted me, expecting me to be less… morally upright.” Hypnotic said. “He paid a great deal up front, in cash, for you to come here so I could force you into being the horny bimbo slut that I already suspected you of being.”

“And you took the money?” Column cocked her head to one side. Hypnotic had already said she was due an invitation. “And who would have the money to~ Arcade…”

“I accepted the money, but I didn’t take it.” Hypnotic produced a bank slip from her suit, floating it over to Column. 25 million bits, deposited to a trust account to be dispensed once a mare by the name of ‘Column Erection’ claims it. “Arcade Facade felt he was owed the position of ‘Chief Architect’ at your firm.”

“His dad owns the firm, and everyone’s heard the rumors that he’s with Swift Script, his dad’s secretary.” Column said, fitting the pieces together. “And you took a bribe so I could be a millionaire?”

“A millionaire playmare and her hunky lingerie designer coltfriend.” Hypnotic nodded. “You could open your own firm or just live out your days in a mansion you design. Put that in the right bank account and you’ll never have to work another day. Comfortably well off, but not so wealthy as to attract undue attention.”

“But wait… This guy, Arcade, still tried to pay you a bribe to get rid of Column so he could get her promotion.” Paisley frowned. “He just gets off scot-free?”

“I wasn’t going to plan anything without Column wanting it.” Hypnotic shrugged.

“What he did was fucked up, especially since I was going to be invited here anyway.” Column agreed, then looked down, towards her crotch. “But I don’t know, I, um, have something else that I want to take care of first when we’re back home.”

“Column…” Hypnotic said. “We can take care of that here. If you want it, there are succubi here who can give you a pussy before you leave. You won’t be able to have kids, because it’s magic, not a miracle, but you’ll have medically transitioned. If you want it, it’s yours.”

“What about legal records?” Column looked up hopefully. Hypnotic smiled.

“I already said I have lawyers on retainer. You’ll have a new ID by the time you get on the flight home.”

Sable reentered the room, carrying a bottle of fine Isyrian Wine and three glasses on a tray. She set the tray down on a coffee table and began pouring the glasses without prompting. With practiced ease, she passed Column, Paisley, and Hypnotic a glass each, before standing behind Hypnotic with her eyes downcast.

"I... I want it." Column nodded, thinking back across her whole life. She had always wanted a pussy, even if she didn't know why. Memories of wondering if her cock had to be there and disappointment at being told it did. She looked to Paisley. "What do you think?"

"Column, I want you to be as happy as you have been." Paisley said, offering a gentle smile as he nodded. "On one condition though."

"Oh?" Column asked. Why was he really trying to set conditions now?

"When you do, I get to fill your brand new pussy first." Paisley teased, kissing Column's neck. She squealed in surprise for a moment, before quickly regaining her composure and playfully pushing Paisley back.

"You'll get your fun, don't you worry." Column said flirtatiously, then paused for a moment. Her expression changed from contemplative to scheming very quickly, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

"Thought of something for Arcade, have we?" Hypnotic asked. Column nodded.

"He got me fired. Why not return the favor?" Column rubbed her hooves together conspiratorially. "With Paisley's permission, of course."

"My permission? What do you have in mi~ Ooooooh." Paisley's brows shot up in realization.