The Sublime Serenity

by Hypnotic -Hypnos- Dreams

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Profanity
Length: 10310

A stallion learns, with some help, that she's actually a mare at a tropical resort.

Cornice Eave has nothing outside of work and that's how he prefers it. No friends, no hobbies, nothing but excelling at his job to fill a void in his life he's only barely aware of.

When he is sent to a tropical resort on the eve of his biggest promotion, Cornice is shown, in less than obvious ways, that maybe... she might be looking at life all wrong.

CW: Hypnosis, Brainwashing, Feminization, Bimboification, Chastity Cage, Cocksucking, Sex and Wholesome Aftercare

Published 2024-09-25 17:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-29 16:54:55 UTC

Feminization

“The Sublime Serenity Hotel and Resort, ‘Where Tranquility Meets Transformation’. I didn’t think Crystal Spire would shell out for all this.” Cornice thought aloud as he read from the brochure. It came as something of a surprise when he was told about the month-long retreat that the firm was sending him on, but a very welcome one.

The president’s assistant, Swift Script, had told him that he was being sent in preparation for the upcoming promotion pick for VP. As far as she knew or Cornice suspected, that meant he had the promotion locked in.

Cornice Eave was a career architect, on what he liked to think was a meteoric rise among the Crystal Spire Designs architecture firm. Of course the promotion to vice president was his, it had to be his. He had thrown himself into his job. He knew others talked behind his back about him, that he had no life outside of work. It was… true to an extent. He didn’t have a partner or… much in the way of hobbies, but he had plans for when he had reached the top. Sure they were all related in some way to his work, but still.

Ok, there was little wonder as to why the company was sending him on this retreat, he thought. They wanted to make sure he wasn’t stressed out before his promotion. That had to be it. He looked out over the crystal blue waters of the Rivenscale Lagoon. The ferry was the last leg of the trip, taking him from the harbor in Cestalonde to the resort. The Rivenscale Isles were beautiful, a tropical paradise at the edge of the South Sea. This resort couldn’t have picked a better spot to be located, and it probably cost a fortune to send him here. That would certainly explain the very limited number of passengers on the ferry with him.

They all kept to themselves, better for Cornice anyway. He wasn’t particularly outgoing in social matters. A ‘low social battery’ was his go-to reason for skipping out on social functions at work or after-work gatherings with co-workers, though it had been a long while since anyone tried to invite him to any.

His focus returned to the brochure. Some of the descriptions had some curious wording going along with them. The rooms were described as elegant, but also as having ‘soft, soothing colors’ and ‘calming ambient lighting’. The resort offered meditation courses, but described them as ‘guided relaxation journeys’ that were somehow meant to be ‘transformative’. Everything about the resort was described the same way. It was almost relaxing just reading the brochure, the constant repetition of ‘relaxing’ and ‘soothing’ lulling him into tranquility.

He didn’t even notice at first when the ferry pulled into the resort. It was a resplendent place. Not some glass and steel monstrosity that engineers preferred to build, but a work of art, with tapered domes and buttressed arches, like Canterlot, or how the High Elves liked to construct their havens in Isyria. Magic went into building the resort, there was no other way to explain it.

“Cornice Eave?” A pegasus mare asked as she walked up to him. Cornice blushed faintly and turned his eyes downward. She was a beautiful mare, but it wasn’t her body that sent thoughts into his mind and blood to his groin. She was a resort employee, her uniform was figure-hugging and scandalously short. A white blouse and tight black skirt, seamed stockings on her hind legs, and shiny patent leather horseshoes. “My name is Sable Allure, I’ve been assigned as your guide during your stay with us at the Sublime Serenity.”

“O-oh, that won’t be necessary, Miss, um, Miss Allure. I was just going to relax on my own while I’m here.” Cornice tried to say politely.

“It will be no trouble at all, Cornice. I’m merely here to introduce you to the resort and be within reach if you need… anything.” Sable said, batting her eyes at him. Then, she turned, giving Cornice a full view of her flanks, encased in the tight skirt and stockings. Again he averted his eyes, not wanting anyone, least of all Sable, to think he was staring at her. If he was going to stare, it would be at the beautiful clothes she wore. “Now, if you could come with me, I’ll introduce you to the owner of the Sublime Serenity Resort and then bring you to your room. Our porters will take care of your luggage.”

Sable didn’t wait for Cornice to say anything. She started off with a flick of her tail, her flanks swaying almost hypnotically as she walked.

“O-oh, of, of course.” Cornice stammered, hurrying to follow Sable while trying to not look directly at her or her beautiful uniform. Resort staff milled about them as Sable led Cornice along, stallions and mares alike, each in their own flattering version of the resort uniform. The mares were all dressed like Sable. The stallions in white collared shirts and tight black shorts, with no stockings but still wearing patent horseshoes. There were guests too, clearly marked by their not wearing the resort uniforms. Mares and stallions alike, walking to and from places in the resort. “Are there many guests here? I do prefer being on my own.”

“We tailor your experience to your own desires, Cornice.” Sable smiled sweetly back at Cornice. “Nothing happens here that you don’t want to happen. It’s our guarantee.”

The main building of the resort, a white tower with ruby red embellishments, was like a beehive of activity, centered around a single point. A sky-blue mare with a blonde mane done up in a very professional looking bun. She was wearing a black suit, though with a skirt as short as those of the staff uniforms. If it weren’t for the very short skirt, she could have been mistaken for one of Cornice’s coworkers. What stood out most about her though were the inky-black glasses, there almost seemed to be rings of green light coming from behind them.

“Cornice Eave? Welcome to the Sublime Serenity.” The mare smiled. “I’m Hypnotic Dreams, the owner and operator of the resort.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Dreams. I’ve learned a lot about your resort since my employer booked this retreat for me.” Cornice said as he offered a hoof out to Hypnotic. “I hope to return to work as a whole new stallion.”

Hypnotic shook his hoof, her smile was warm and comforting.

“Cornice, I can promise you one thing, you’ll be a whole new pony by the time you’re ready to leave.”

Cornice’s suite looked fit for royalty, with exquisite furniture and a balcony view of the entire lagoon. The four-poster bed was enormous and plush, the wardrobe alone was the size of a studio apartment, and it had its own hot tub out on the balcony. Things about the room though suggested it wasn’t exactly tailored for each guest, though it appealed to his guilty pleasures. It had a large vanity, a dozen full length mirrors, and the color palette of the room was soft pastels, baby blue and salmon pink.

Something was missing though. His luggage was nowhere in the room.

“Um…” Cornice poked his head out of the suite, calling. “Miss Allure?!”

“Yes, Cornice?” Sable seemed to appear in front of him, making him jump slightly. “Is there a problem?”

“Uh, yes, yes. I don’t mean to be rude, I know I’m getting this whole trip for free, but…” Cornice looked into his suite, then back to Sable. “I think my luggage may have been misplaced. It’s not here.”

“Oh dear, that is a problem.” Sable looked briefly concerned, then offered a smile. “You’re a Manehattaner, right? Will nudity be an issue while I track down your luggage?”

“A-actually yes, it will be.” Cornice nodded. “I’m not a Manehattan native, I’ve never actually been comfortable going without clothes. Is there anywhere I could go to buy clothes today?”

“Of course sir, but since it’s the fault of the resort, please, allow me to bring this up to Miss Dreams.” Sable insisted. “She’ll want to make this right personally.”

“There’s no need to bring it up to her. I don’t want to bother the owner.” Cornice tried to protest, but Sable wouldn’t have it.

“No, no, this is the resort’s mistake, Miss Dreams always takes personal interest in making sure such mistakes are made right.” Sable shook her head. “Come with me, I’ll bring you right to Miss Dreams.”

Cornice knew he wasn’t getting out of meeting with Hypnotic Dreams, no matter how much he insisted he was understanding of the mistake and didn’t want to escalate. So, he relented, following Sable back through the resort, though thankfully not back through the main hall. She took him down a series of hallways, until they reached an office door with a golden pocketwatch.

“Miss Dreams, do you have a moment? There’s been a mistake with the porters.” Sable asked as she walked into the office, not even bothering to knock. Hypnotic was sitting with her hind hooves up on her desk, briefly flashing in Cornice’s direction as she shifted in her chair. “Cornice’s luggage has seemingly disappeared.”

“Oh?” Hypnotic looked between the two ponies. Were her glasses a shade lighter than they were before? The emerald green rings were brighter, hard for Cornice to look away from. “That’s no good at all. Cornice, we have a lovely selection of boutiques here at the resort, you’d love them.”

“Y-yes, I’m sure I will, Miss Dreams. But really, I’m not looking for anything extravagant.” Cornice meekly protested, his gaze fixed on the emerald rings of Hypnotic’s eyes behind the dark glasses. “I tried to tell Miss Alure that is wasn’t~”

“Please, call her Sable, Cornice. We like to have things on a first name basis with guests. Call me Hypnotic.” Hypnotic’s smile curled slightly. Was that a smirk? Cornice couldn’t fully tell, his focus wouldn’t leave her eyes.

“R-right, right, I’m sorry, Hypnotic. I tried to tell Sable that it was not much trouble, I’m fine paying for a single outfit for myself until my luggage can be found.” Cornice didn’t notice anything about how seamlessly he switched to first names at Hypnotic’s request. It felt normal to do so.

“Nonsense. Cornice, it was my resort that lost your luggage. I’m going to make sure you get everything you need to make up for it.” Hypnotic said as she rose from her desk, her eyes never leaving Cornice’s. “You should want me to, after all. It’s a mark of good service.”

“I… I do want you to, alright.” Cornice nodded slowly. “Where should we start then?”

“Come with me. Sable, dear, come with us to make sure Cornice’s purchases make it to the suite.” Hypnotic finally broke eye contact with Cornice, the rings of emerald light lingering in his mind for a moment after as he started following Hypnotic back out of the office.

Cornice followed Hypnotic automatically, not fully aware of his actions even as he was led back through the resort. He was only faintly aware that there were even others around him. He had been told to follow Hypnotic and that is what he did.

The Elegant Mane Attire boutique specialized in suits, situated among a cluster of buildings just outside the main resort building. Each one was some kind of bespoke boutique, catering to the resort guests. Cornice blinked as he was led into the boutique. Looking around, he started to shake his head.

“Hypnotic, this looks like a mare’s suit boutique.”

“That’s because I have my own suits tailored here, Cornice. Besides, is there anything wrong with a mare’s suit?” Hypnotic asked innocently.

“N-no, of course not. Your suit looks quite nice, Hypnotic, but I don’t think that it would fit me well.” Cornice tried to explain.

“I promise, Cornice, the tailor here will make you the perfect suit.” Hypnotic said, gesturing over to a changing room. “If you wouldn’t mind undressing? Don’t worry about modesty, there’ll be a robe in there for you.”

“Is… Is that really necessary? I don’t need anything bespoke, Hypnotic.” Cornice looked around nervously, before his eyes again met the emerald rings of Hypnotic’s. He relaxed as he sank into them.

“It’s exactly what you need, Cornice. I promise you, you want a bespoke suit.” Hypnotic said, her voice low and sultry. “Why don’t you change into the robe?”

“Alright… I’ll go change.” Cornice nodded, walking into the changing room and shimmying out of his vest and shirt. From outside, he could just barely make out Sable’s voice. Though he paid it little mind.

“Mistress, shouldn’t it be easier than this? You can mold her like clay if you wanted to.”

“Give her time, dear. We just started and you can’t rush perfection”

The robe was plush and velvet, it felt wonderful to put on, and smelled of a faintly fruity perfume. Like a sour cherry, or maybe grape? It was very short though, not even covering his flanks. Cornice should have felt embarrassed to be wearing it. It felt more like lingerie than a dressing robe. But… Hypnotic asked him to wear it. He needed to wear it to get fitted for a suit. He wanted a bespoke suit…

“There you are, Cornice. All ready for your measurements and fitting?” Hypnotic asked, tapping on a raised platform surrounded by mirrors. “Be a dear and stand up here.”

“Of course, Hypnotic.” Cornice said dreamily. It felt right to do as Hypnotic said. She clearly knew the way of things at her own resort, so of course she should be listened to. He walked up onto the platform, and only started to show concern when he could see his own ass in the mirror. “Hypnotic, I’m starting to think this robe is too short.”

“It’s a dressing robe, Cornice, it’s perfectly fine. It helps the tailor know how the suit will fall on your body before making it.” Hypnotic assured him. Almost on cue, a beautiful unicorn mare in a pinstripe suit walked up beside Hypnotic.

“Ah, Miss Dreams, you’ve brought me another blank slate.” She smiled.

“Cornice here lost his luggage and needs only the best, Silken.” Hypnotic said. She gestured from Cornice to Silken. “Cornice, this is Silken Envy, our milliner extraordinaire.”

“Milliner?” Cornice asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“A suit tailor, dear.” Silken strutted up to Cornice, examining every inch of him in his robe. “Do you have a style in mind?”

“Houndstooth, Silken.” Hypnotic answered before Cornice fully registered the question. “It will accentuate the body nicely.”

“I-I don’t need~” Cornice tried to speak up.

“A lovely idea, Miss Dreams.” Silken agreed, levitating over a notepad and pen, already jotting things down. “Pencil or pleated?”

“Pencil” Hypnotic said.

“Length?”

“One midi, one mini.”

“Blazer?”

“Optional.”

Cornice couldn’t get a single word in as Hypnotic rattled off specifications for Silken. He didn’t even try. The way they were talking about his suit didn’t seem right though. It wasn’t anything like he thought a stallion’s suit was supposed to be.

“Cornice, can you disrobe?” Silken asked, derailing Cornice’s train of thought. “I need to take your measurements.”

“Oh, um, could we do this privately?” Cornice asked meekly.

“Of course, Cornice. We’ll be right back.” Hypnotic said. She and Sable turned to leave, and only once they were gone did Cornice disrobe. His face turned red as he slid off the robe.

“No need to be embarrassed, Cornice. You have a lovely body after all, just need a few additions to accentuate.” Silken seemed to purr as she started taking measurements. The dressmaker’s tape wrapped around him multiple times, around his midsection, his forelegs, his neck, his… flanks? Not each individual hing leg, around his whole hindquarters, like Silken was measuring for a skirt.

“A-are you not going to measure for the pant-legs?” Cornice asked.

“Oh, it’s not necessary, darling. I have everything I need now.” Silken said as she pulled away, wrapping up her measuring tape.

“Are you done with Cornice, Silken? We have a number of stops to make today.” Hypnotic's voice wafted in from around a corner.

“Our dear model is all ready, Miss Dreams. Cornice, you can go get dressed.” Silken smiled, kissing Cornice's flushed cheek. “You have a busy day it seems.”

“Oh dear…” Cornice sighed before returning to the changing room. Sure, the day had been nice, but a busy day was certainly not what he was wanting at a relaxation resort. If only his luggage hadn't been mixed up.

The next few hours were something of a blur to Cornice. Try as he may, he had difficulty remembering specifics. Hypnotic and Sable must have taken him through at least a dozen boutiques, with a dozen mares fitting him a dozen times. He couldn't even remember exactly what all he was fitted for. But none of that bothered him. Hypnotic had assured him it was normal to be overwhelmed by such a day and had apologized profusely for it. As a final way of making the chaos of the day up to him, she had insisted to guide him through a relaxation journey herself.

Here he was now. Lying on a very comfortable plush couch, his eyes swaying gently back and forth to follow a beautiful golden pocketwatch held in Hypnotic’s magic.

“Very good, Cornice. Only my watch and my voice remain. Everything else has been swept away by the watch’s swing.” Hypnotic’s voice was soothing, all encompassing. It was the only thing in Cornice's mind. “You trust me completely. You trust Sable Allure completely.”

“We are here to help you relax.” Sable whispered into Cornice's ear, her breath hot against him.

“And we know best how you should relax.” Hypnotic said through the swinging watch. “You can trust our advice.”

“Trust our suggestions.” Sable whispered.

“You can trust our commands.” Hypnotic grinned wickedly.

“Trust in obedience.” Sable ran her hooves gently down Cornice’s body.

“Trust in your feminine side.” Hypnotic's voice flowed like honey into Cornice’s open, empty mind.

“You want to be pretty.” Sable whispered.

“You want to be feminine.” Hypnotic commanded. Each line alternated between Hypnotic and Sable.

“You want to be obedient.”

“You want to be fashionable.”

“You want to be desired.”

“You want to be pretty.”

“You want to be feminine.”

“You want to be obedient…”

“Fashionable.”

“Desired.”

“Pretty.”

“Feminine.”

“Obedient.”

“You want to keep coming to me for relaxation.” Hypnotic ended the repetition. The words pinged around inside of Cornice’s mind, lodging themselves there. “I will help you relax, help you feel right.”

Hypnotic lowered the watch, instead lifting Cornice’s chin up with her hoof.

“I can tell you. You want everything I will do to you. You will love everything I will make you, because it is who you know, deep down, you truly are.” Hypnotic leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “You will not remember any of this consciously. Everything we have said to you will be in the back of your mind, influencing your thoughts without you realizing. When I wake you, you will feel completely relaxed, the stresses of the day gone from your mind. You will question nothing that Sable and I tell you.”

Hypnotic slowly and gently brought Cornice out of trance. He felt amazing after he woke up. Like everything from the day had been rinsed away.

“Hypnotic, that may have been the most relaxing experience of my entire life.” Cornice said, smiling. Hypnotic bowed her head politely.

“It’s been my pleasure, Cornice.” Hypnotic started walking Cornice out of the room. “And I know you prefer your peace and privacy, so on top of everything else, Sable has arranged for dinner to be delivered directly to your room, simply order and it will be brought up.”

“You’re too kind, Hypnotic. Thank you.” Cornice briefly wondered why he didn’t protest this act of generosity now. Well, Hypnotic had offered it, he was comfortable enough with accepting her offers after a full day.

“You deserve the best from me, Cornice.” Hypnotic assured as she, Cornice, and Sable walked through the resort halls. Cornice actually took the time to look around this time, instead of awkwardly staring at the floor. Marble Pellanic statues lined the walls, alternating between beautiful mares and adonis-like stallions. While looking at the mare statues, Cornice felt a twinge of… jealousy? He was… jealous of the beautiful mares, of Sable, and of Hypnotic. He wanted to look as confident and feminine as they did.

The trio walked back to his suit, now full of boutique bags, courtesy of Sable. Cornice didn’t notice the frilliness of the clothing in some of the bags, it was supposed to be that way. He couldn’t wait to start wearing it all. It would make him feel so feminine.

“This is where I’ll depart for the evening. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay, Cornice. Sable will take care of anything you need from here.” Hypnotic said, leaving Sable and Cornice in the suite.

“I trust you at least enjoyed part of your shopping day, Cornice?” Sable purred, sashaying over to the pile of bags. Cornice followed her motions, trying to replicate them as he walked up beside her, liking the feminine feeling it gave him to swish her flanks from side to side. Wait… ‘her’?

“I was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I think I really enjoyed myself by the end.” Cornice looked through the bags, blushing faintly at how many skirts, dresses, and lingerie were found in them. “Oh, um, we did get a lot today.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the selection, Cornice. Everything here will look amazing on you.” Sable assured, melting away whatever trepidations Cornice had about the contents of the bags. She opened the lingerie bag, pulling out a silky black set. “You should try this on, Cornice.”

“O-oh.” Cornice turned bright red. “I-if you say so, Sable. Um… I don’t know how to put it on though. I might ruin it.”

“I’ll help you, darling.” Sable purred, before undressing Cornice. “Sit on the bed for me.”

Cornice couldn’t even think of resisting Sable, finding himself sitting on the bed, unable to hide her growing erection from Sable at the mere thought of being dressed in lingerie. Sable ‘tutted’, shaking her head.

“No no, that simply won’t do, Cornice, that’s not feminine at all.” She pulled another item from the lingerie bag, something small and silver, with a padlock. The cage was cold against her shaft, forcing a whimper. Her impressive cock shrinking down almost like magic until click! It was locked away, now a tiny little nub. “So much better. We can’t have that getting in the way of your femininity, can we?”

Cornice just shook her head, transfixed by Sable as she was dressed in the elegant black lingerie. Stockings were clipped onto a garter belt, sheer gloves were rolled up Cornice’s forehooves, lacey panties slid up over the garter straps, covering the shiny silver nub that was her caged cock. Then came a corset.

Cornice took a deep breath. Sable told her to. The soft leather of the corset wrapped around her midsection loosely at first, then…

“Try to breathe out as it closes, dear.” Sable advised before pulling on the laces, forcing the wind out of Cornice’s lungs. It wasn’t tight, but it was certainly more snug than Cornice was expecting, and she had to pace herself to breathe after Sable had tied off the laces. “We’ll keep it there for now, and work our way down until we can close the gap entirely. Sleep with it on, we’ll readjust it tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Sable.” Cornice nodded obediently.

“Good girl.” Sable gave Cornice’s flank an approving pat. “I’ll have dinner brought up to us, and stay here to help you try on all the pretty, feminine clothes that you got today.”

“Thank you, Sable.” Cornice smiled, blushing faintly. “I, I liked being called a good girl, Sable.”

“Then you had better make sure you keep being a good girl for me.” Sable teased, strutting over to the suite’s phone. “What are you hungry for, dear?”

“Neightalian maybe?” Cornice said noncommitally. It was the first decision she had been allowed to make all day, she didn’t know if she had a real answer.

Dinner was divine. A delicious portobello lasagna and a bottle of fine wine, brought straight to the suite by a beautiful unicorn mare in a very short, very shiny maid outfit. Cornice found that she was jealous of the maid, getting to wear such an outfit every day. Much to her delight, the moment she voiced her feeling of jealousy to Sable, a latex maid outfit was pulled out of the mass of bags. Of course, it was followed by a brief disappointment when Sable reminded her that she couldn’t take off the corset until tomorrow morning, so latex was out of the question for now, but the promise of it in the future was a delight in itself.

The hour that followed dinner was a whirlwind fashion show, Cornice posing over and over for Sable in dozens of cute, beautiful, sexy, and most importantly feminine outfits. Dresses, skirt suits, gowns. Schoolgirl uniforms, secretary outfits, nurse outfits, dresses of leather and lace.

“Sable, can I ask you a favor?” Cornice asked as she finished posing in one of the resort staff uniforms.

“Of course, Cornice.” Sable said, hanging up the last few outfits that had been modeled.

“It’s actually about that name. Um… Do you think you could call me something different? I, I don’t really feel like ‘Cornice’ anymore.”

“Oh, what would you like to be called then?” Sable asked.

“I was thinking ‘Column’.” Column said sheepishly, rubbing her foreleg with her hoof.

“Of course I can call you that, Column.” Sable assured, walking over and kissing Column’s cheek. “And I’ll make sure the rest of the staff know too. Now, it’s getting late, and beautiful fashionistas need their beauty sleep. Get some rest, I’ll be your wakeup call.”

Column nodded, sliding out of the uniform, still wearing her sexy, elegant lingerie and corset underneath. She donned a soft, silk robe and climbed into bed as Sable left the suite.

The plush bedspread enveloped her. It smelled faintly of tart grapes, or were they currants? The same fruity scent of the dressing robe from the beginning of the day. She finally took notice of the soothing ambient music of the room, letting it lull her to sleep.

You are a feminine mare…

You love being a feminine mare…

Being a feminine mare is fun…

Being a feminine mare is arousing…

Being a feminine mare is sexy…

Feminine mares attract hunky stallions…

Feminine mares want to attract hunky stallions…

Feminine mares want to fuck hunky stallions…

Feminine mares want to suck cocks…

You want to be a feminine mare…

You want to attract hunky stallions…

You want to fuck hunky stallions…

You want to suck cocks…

You want to be a feminine mare…

Column’s dreams that night were filled with sexy outfits, dressing to arouse all the sexy, hunky stallions. Her cock strained against its cage as she dreamed of being taken by stallions. Letting them fuck her eager mouth and ass…

Slutification

Two Weeks Later

“I see you’ve taken to training well enough.” Sable teased as she walked in on Column, making her blush bright red. Column knew she shouldn’t be embarrassed to have her trainer walk in on her deep-throating her training dildo, but it was something she was still self-conscious over, even after two weeks. “Oh and she blushes, stallions will love the whole innocent look.”

“You told me I should practice every chance I had, I didn’t think you’d walk in on me doing it.” Column said, after the satisfying POP from taking the dildo out of her mouth.

“Don’t let me stop you from training, Column,” Sable remarked, swatting Column’s flank with a wing. “And you picked quite the outfit today. Have plans?”

Column was wrapped in a latex one piece swimsuit, with gloves and socks, all polished to a mirror shine. She blushed again, rubbing her foreleg.

“I, uh, met a colt yesterday and hoped I’d run into him again today.”

“Oooooh.” Sable purred. “You wanted to look sexy for a colt, did you? Were you imagining it was his cock you were sucking just now? The blush says it all. I bet you want him to pull your mane as he fucks your throat.”

Column moaned softly as her nub strained against its cage under her swimsuit.

“That’s all the answer I needed. Well, before you get too far, Miss Dreams and I will have to train you in how you should act around a stallion you want specifically.” Sable said, opening up Column’s wardrobe. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get to see this stallion you’ve got the hots for, but you’re still being trained, that doesn’t end now.”

“Yes, Sable… Do I have to change?” Column asked, walking up next to Sable. A coquettishly short skirt suit was pushed into her chest.

“No, just put this on over your latex. After we finish with Miss Dreams, you can give your crush a little striptease.”

Column bit her lip as she nodded, and slipped into the short skirt and tailored blazer. She loved the feel of the suit over latex, and her shiny black hooves paired well with the houndstooth pattern. A set of glossy, patent horseshoes completed the ensemble, and Column was practically led out of her suite on a leash. She knew well enough to follow Sable wherever the concierge led her.

The eyes of every stallion seemed to be on Column as she and Sable walked through the resort. She made sure to put a coquettish swish in her flanks with every step, making sure each hoof step left a sharp clack. She knew how to arouse stallions, she had gotten very good at it over the last two weeks. One colt even slapped her flank, making her moan like a slut in heat. Sable nodded approvingly.

Hypnotic wasn’t in her office today. She was out on the beach, tended to by a number of her devoted sycophants. Column didn’t know a single one of their names, the group of mares and stallions seemed to change every day, united only in their shared infatuation with the owner of the resort. The throng catered to her every whim, and the rotating cast of stallions had been rewarded more than once by letting Column practice her skills on them rather than her dildo.

“Ah, there you are, Column.” Hypnotic smiled, waving over to them. She turned to her current attendant, a cherry-colored colt with a dreamy expression and an erect cock. “Leave us be, for now, darling. I’ll call you back when I’m ready.”

The colt bowed his head, lazily walking off to a nearby cabana playing host to a casual orgy.

“Good morning, Hypnotic.” Column smiled sheepishly.

“Miss Dreams, Column found a stallion she wants to impress specifically,” Sable said teasingly. “I was wondering if we could move up her… appointment with the twins.”

“An excellent idea, Sable!” Hypnotic exclaimed as she stood up, kissing Column’s cheek. “If our darling Column Erection is going to go after a specific colt, well, we’ve got to make sure she’s ready.”

“E-erection?” Column asked.

“It’s certainly what you enjoy doing, isn’t it?” Hypnotic teased, causing Column to blush. “And I think it fits you quite nicely. I know you agree.”

Any reservations Column may have had evaporated at that. She did agree. ‘Column Erection’ suited her nicely, it was even a cheeky little joke. Hypnotic was right.

“Now then, you be a good girl for me, and I’ll bring you to the twins for your new career.” Hypnotic smiled. That broke through the fog in Column’s mind, if only briefly.

“New career?”

“A mare as gorgeous as you needs options, dear. Nothing is saying you can’t do something alongside architecture.” Hypnotic said. “You trust me, Column. You’ll love it.”

“I do trust you, Hypnotic. You haven’t been wrong with your suggestions yet. So who are ‘the twins’?” Column asked.

‘The Twins’, Starwind and Goldenrod, were, in fact, identical twins, and were seamstresses on loan, as it were, from a lingerie boutique in Canterlot. They were Hypnotic’s adopted daughters, but the three of them acted much more… intimately than familial relations probably should. Hypnotic greeted them both with a kiss, and the two together were far more eager to touch one another on the flank and chin than most siblings.

They were easy to tell apart at least, if only by personality.

“Well, look at this sexy filly!” Starwind exclaimed, taking Column’s hoof to lead her into the photography studio the twins had set up shop in. The moment Hypnotic introduced her, Column knew she was all but at the mercy of the two fashionistas.

“Oh, she’ll be perfect.” Goldenrod nodded, walking over to a large closet. “Column, dear, do you have a preference?”

“A… preference?” Column asked, looking nervously between the two identical mares. “A preference in what?”

“Mom didn’t tell you?” Starwind asked.

“Now isn’t that exactly like her.” Goldenrod chuckled.

“Hypnotic told me you were going to offer me a new career option.” Column explained. “That’s it.”

“Oh, she wanted it to be a surprise then.” Starwind led Column over to the wardrobe with Goldenrod. The two each grabbed a handle on the door, pulling the wardrobe open with a dramatic flair. Dozens upon dozens of sets of lingerie, cosplay outfits, and accessories for all of them lined the interior of the wardrobe. “You’re going to be a model!”

“A very sexy model at that.” Goldenrod promise, grinning. “When we’re done, you’ll fit right in among the best models in Canterlot.”

“A model fit for Canterlot?” Column asked, gulping. “I don’t know, girls. I look nice enough, but aren’t fashion models in the capital the best looking mares in Equestria?”

“Half of good looks is confidence,” Starwind said

“The other half is flirtation.” Goldenrod finished.

“Flirtation?” Column asked.

“The best type of model for a sexy mare like you, Column…” Sable said as she walked up behind Column, caressing her flank with a wing. “Is a fun, flirty, bubbly one.”

“I can be fun, flirty, and bubbly.” Column insisted, shimmying out of her suit without prompting, much to the delight of the twins.

“Fun and flirty, yes, I’ve helped you be confident in that.” Sable nodded. “Girls, did you bring your special cameras?”

“Of course,” Goldenrod answered.

“Mom asked us to bring them, especially for this case,” Starwind said, before stealing a grope of Column’s flank, making her blush. “Oh, and she blushes! That’s perfect!”

“See what I told you earlier, Column?” Sable teased. “Oh, and girls, she has a stallion she’s trying to catch the eye of, so make sure she leaves dressed to kill.”

“She’ll turn every head in the resort when we’re done, Sable,” Starwind assured.

A flurry of outfits and a crash course in modeling followed. Column was made to strut and pose, to perform a perfect runway walk and fluid heel-turn, and the hardest, to walk in high heels. They felt like trying to walk on stilts, and Starwind was not merciful in her instruction. A riding crop had emerged from somewhere, in Starwind’s magical grip. The slightest deviation from the example and Column earned a firm swat on the flank.

Then came the camera flashes.

The beautiful, beautiful camera flashes.

Column’s mind grew fuzzy with each fwap! of the flashbulb. She was more receptive to Starwind’s instructions every time Goldenrod clicked the camera shutter. She was more willing to wear the more daring outfits, more accepting of the punishments for her momentary failings. Her mind felt… almost lighter each time the flashbulb went off. Like the camera flash blasted away more of her mind.

Flash! She didn’t have to care about anything beyond her appearance.

Flash! She didn’t have to worry about anything more complicated than her immediate desires.

Flash! She was a simple, sexy, feminine mare.

Flash! She was a sexy, bubbly mare. No complicated thoughts.

Flash! She was horny. So, so, so horny. She was sexy after all, she needed to fuck.

Column’s movements were sexy and seductive. So fluid was her sensual swaying that it was almost hypnotic in itself. She glided effortlessly in the sexy high heels that Starwind had given her. In a single motion, she went from strut to slut, dropping down low to the ground, her mouth open, ready to accept a facefucking.

Flash!

“Mom and Sable have done an amazing job with you already,” Starwind smirked down at Column, holding the crop within her student’s sight. Her horn glowed brighter, her legs shifted, and Column’s eyes fixated on what was now gently swinging in front of her. “I know you’ve already been trained, slut. If you want me to get you ready for a stallion, prove to me how much you want it.”

Column had never wanted anything more than she wanted Starwind’s cock. She approached it almost worshipfully, before gently sliding her tongue around the conjured shaft to earn a soft moan from Starwind. Taking that as approval, Column ran her tongue along the head before taking it in her mouth, making sure to drag as she slowly bobbed back and forth along the cock’s length. Starwind let out a whorish moan, magically gripping Column’s mane to force her to go faster.

Starwind’s hips bucked, thrusting into Column’s mouth, facefucking the slut she had just trained. It didn’t take long for Starwind to gasp, shooting a load right into Column’s eager mouth. The magically conjured penis dissipated from the hips down, leaving Column staring up into Starwind’s pussy with a disappointed look. She needed another cock.

“Good girl.” Starwind gently tapped Column’s flank with her crop. “Come with me, we’ll get you ready for your crush.”

Starwind led Column back to the wardrobe, where Goldenrod was already waiting. The two twins shared a quick, obviously lustful kiss before getting to work. Column was dressed in sequin and latex. A sparkly pink bodysuit and polished latex socks, coupled with a set of bimbo high heels. Her mane was done up in one big, flirty ponytail, perfect for grabbing to facefuck her, and her makeup was touched up after streaking from Starwind. A dozen of the sexiest photos of Column from the photoshoots went into a sparkly pink saddlebag, and a tight black choker collar was clasped around her neck.

“Just so your boy knows when he’s deep enough down your throat.” Starwind teased.

By the time Sable came back to collect Column, the bimbo slut was ready to seduce any stallion she wanted.

“You’ve done an excellent job, girls. Compliments to your skill, I’ll make sure your Mistress knows how well you’ve done.” Sable promised, kissing both Starwind and Goldenrod.

“Awww, Sable, you flatter us.” Starwind waved off the compliment. “We’re not even half as good as Mistress.”

“Let us know when you’re in Canterlot next, I know Mistress would love to have you around to help train her next noblemare pet,” Goldenrod said, nuzzling into Starwind. “You’re welcome to come too, Column.”

“I don’t think I’d, like, be much help with a mare, sorry.” Column said sheepishly.

“Well, someone has to keep the husbands preoccupied while we seduce the wives.” Starwind winked. “Usually it’s Mistress, but sometimes she likes to train pets personally.”

“Now, Column dear, where did you want to honeytrap your colt?” Sable asked.

“Oh, um, I was gonna try to meet him again at the Sunset Breeze, down by the beach.” Column said. “His name's Paisley Swirl.”

“Oh, Paisley’s here?” Starwind perked her ears up. “I didn’t know he would have been invited here.”

“I think he must be bi then because he was certain he was just gay.” Golden shrugged.

“You know him?” Column looked between the two.

“We’ve met him at least. He’s a burlesque designer.” Starwind explained, before feigning a swoon. “He got to work with the Rose Bound before we even did.”

“And he was so humble about working with her too. To think, the most famous burlesque model and performer in Equestria works with him and he treats it like any other shoot.” Goldenrod mirrored her sister’s swooning.

“He’s a designer? Oh, oh no, am I dressed well enough for him then?” Column asked, suddenly nervous. “Like, I didn’t tell you who he was before you dressed me, what if he, um, only likes fancy clothes?”

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” Starwind assured, putting a hoof on the poor mare’s shoulder. “We’ve made you look gorgeous. He’ll love it and you.”

“Are you sure?” Column asked.

“We guarantee it.” Goldenrod gave Column’s flank a slap.

“Ok, can we go so I can meet him again, Sable?” Column looked back to her trainer. Sable grinned and nodded, before motioning for Column as she turned to leave. “Yay! Um, bye, girls! I hope to see you in Canterlot!”

“We’ll be waiting, sexy!” Starwind blew Column a kiss before she pulled Goldenrod close.

The Sunset Breeze Cabana was a stone’s throw from the beach, with the bar overlooking the lagoon itself. It was a popular spot for that very reason. Nearly every patron’s gaze, stallion and mare, turned to Column for a moment as she walked up to the bar. Sable had walked in earlier, so as not to make it seem like Column was with the concierge.

Paisley Swirl was easy to spot in the crowd. A handsome, coral red unicorn stallion with a mane and tail of beautiful teal curls. He was up at the bar, amiably chatting with the bartender while sipping a pina colada. Column took a deep breath before strutting over to him, clicking her high heels with each swish of her flanks. She slid onto the seat beside him.

“Well hello there.” Paisley smiled at the gorgeous mare now sitting beside him. He looked Column over, quickly recognizing her. “You’re the filly from yesterday, Column, right?”

“Yeah, Column Erection.” Column nodded, fluttering her eyes at Paisley. “You’re Paisley, right?”

“I’m flattered that a mare as sexy as you would remember me.” Paisley laughed. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’d certainly like a Sex on the Beach.” Column said playfully. Paisley’s grin widened.

“I figured you would, but we should really at least have a drink first.”

Column let out an unintentional snort, practically breaking down laughing. A dumb joke like that was the last thing she expected.

“Ok, drink first.” Column said between giggles. “A Sex on the Beach first, then sex on the beach?”

“I think I can swing that.” Paisley motioned for the bartender. “A Sex on the Beach for her.”

“So, now that I know my brand of humor makes you laugh, tell me a bit about yourself, Column.”

“Well, I’m an architect, working for a firm in Manehattan.” Column explained, between sips of her drink. “I’m expecting a promotion to Chief Architect when I head home.”

“Well, congratulations!” Paisley smiled, lifting his glass. Column lifted her own for a moment, before taking another sip.

“Thank you, I got sent here on a retreat to get ready for it.”

“We both got lucky then because if you hadn’t been sent, I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you.” Paisley smiled. Column blushed, waving her hoof dismissively.

“Oh, I’m the lucky one meeting you. I hear you’re a fashion designer.”

“Word gets around, huh? Yeah, I’m a burlesque designer. A lot of performers across Equestria ask me to make their outfits.” Now it was Paisley’s turn to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you a model as well as an architect, Column?”

“Before today I would have said no.” Column giggled. Her cocktail was nearly finished. “But some very lovely mares convinced me that I might have a future in it, at least as a hobby.”

She fished out some of the pictures that the twins had given her, showing them to Paisley. He didn’t make any effort to hide his growing erection as he looked over them.

“I think I recognize the style. Starwind and Goldenrod?” Paisley asked. Column didn’t answer immediately, her attention focused on Paisley’s emerging cock.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, they were very nice. You can tell just from the photos?”

“Every designer and photographer has their own unique style to shoots. They tried very hard to emulate their employer, Umbral Dreams, though they’re much more willing to show clashing personalities.” Paisley explained, gesturing to one photo where Column was posed with a collar and leash around her neck while being dressed in a latex dominatrix outfit. “Most ponies, including Umbral, keep dominant poses to dominant outfits, submissive poses to submissive outfits. The twins mix things up.”

“I see… How would you pose me?” Column asked, struggling to keep her focus on Paisley’s words. She was genuinely interested, but oh Celestia did she want his cock in her mouth. Paisley took notice. Then he took her hoof.

“You’re finished with your drink, so why don’t I show you?”

The resort catered to a particular clientele, the kind that actually wanted to have sex on its idyllic beaches. With that in mind, there were platforms on the beaches for just such an occasion, made of beachrock and styled like little islands in their own right. Curtains of tropical plants hid occupants from other beachgoers, while a maid enchantment kept each platform free of sand.

“For how I’d pose a mare as sexy as you…” Paisley started as soon as he and Column walked up onto an empty platform. His hooves explored her body, spreading her hind legs wide, pushing her head down almost to the floor. “Dressed to please a stallion’s eye as you are…”

He circled Column, lifting her face to be level with the head of his erect penis. Her eyes stared up at it with wonder, her mouth opening to accept it. “Just like that. Dressed to please, eager to service your stallion.”

Paisley grabbed hold of Column’s ponytail with magic, wrenching her forward, forcing his cock down her eager throat. He grunted, thrusting into her mouth, pulling out just long enough to let Column breathe before fucking down her throat, pushing down almost to her choker collar.

Column was in the seventh heaven as she took the face-fucking. Paisley was just the right amount of rough with her… Then he pulled out of her mouth completely, circling back around her. She felt the crotch of her bodysuit shift. Was he… OH CELESTIA YES!

Paisley’s cock speared her ass, plunging into her all the way to the hilt. She moaned like the slut she was, flexing to try and hold the girthy lance in her as he slowly pulled back to thrust again. The thrusts came in rhythm, her gasps and moans coming in sync with Paisley’s cock.

Time lost all meaning to Column, she was tossed around in the ecstasy of the moment. Her nub strained hard against the cage. Paisley sped up his thrusting, until he buried himself in her up to the hilt again, leaning forward, and breathing hotly into her ear.

“That’s it, slut.”

Column gasped as her nub spurted into her bodysuit, while at the same time, Paisley’s cock filled her ass with his cum. She dropped to the floor, her flanks held up only because she held onto Paisley. The supple flanks fell to the ground with a faint plop when he pulled out. She breathed heavily. That was amazing. She had pleasured many stallions since Sable and Hypnotic had begun training her, but none of them had ever felt like that. Was this love?

Paisley laid down on top of her, nuzzling into her neck while he brought over refreshments, provided by a helpful trapdoor hidden in the beachrock. He brought a water bottle to her lips, making sure she drank.

“That was incredible.” Column whispered, snuggling into Paisley’s bulk. He just fucked her and she felt safe under him.

“You are incredible,” Paisley whispered back. Column turned her head up to look at him, and their lips met. It wasn’t a kiss in the throes of passion, it was gentle, tender, a kiss between lovers.

Hypnotic appeared beside Sable at the cabana, kissing the concierge.

“How is she?”

“Give it a week to make sure, Mistress, and another week until I think she’s ready to be told.”

“And him?”

“She’s a mare to him and that didn’t stop him.”

“I do love when things work out.”

“You’re the expert, Mistress.”

Recognition

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.