“Misty!”
There it was – the ‘Opaline Yell’ as Misty liked to call it. Pronounced “Mes-TAAAAAY,’ deployed when Opaline called her name from another part of the castle. Shouted either because she wanted Misty to do something or she was angry. Probably the former in this case, as angry-Opaline emphasized the ‘I’ of her name a lot more.
Misty rolled her eyes, but smiled. She finished her text to Pipp, then a quick follow-up when Pipp replied in three seconds. A yawn, a lackadaisical roll from the bed. She swiped a hand down her face, pulling her smirk into a subservient wince as she opened the door and made a show of scurrying down the stairs.
Her voice lead the way. “Yes, Queen Opaline?”
Opaline Arcana – Rightful Empress of Equestria, Master of the Three Tribes, and the Alicorn of Fire – lounged sideways upon their sofa in nothing but a bra and panties. Full-sized though the couch was, her eight-foot height left her bare feet propped on one arm of it, while her ample alicorn proportions pushed her ass into the cushion while her breasts teetered over the edge.
Right where Misty left her, after dinner three hours ago.
Opaline’s eyes didn’t move from the television. “Get me some chips, Misty.”
The kitchen entrance was literally five steps from where Opaline laid. Misty walked by the front of the couch as she passed, stooping to collect three empty chip bags and soda cans. These went into the trash and recycling respectively, then she opened the pantry and sighed.
“We’re out of chips!”
The aggrieved groan of one who bore the whole world upon her back and was unjustly denied the smallest of pleasures rose up from the couch. “Ugh, Misty, I told you to go easy on them! Make some popcorn or something, and get more tomorrow while you’re on assignment.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Misty replied meekly. Three minutes at the microwave did the delicious-smelling job. A bit of chocolate syrup completed the sweet-salty treat, and Misty helped herself to a few mouthfuls before bringing it to Opaline.
Opaline sat up to take the bowl, but Misty stumbled, sending the better part of it spilling over her chest.
“Ack! Misty!”
“I’m sorry!” Misty squeaked with convincing fear. “I’m so clumsy. Oooh, and there’s syrup, too!”
Opaline growled. “Brilliant observation, you klutz. Help me with this.”
“At once, my queen.” Misty knelt down, first licking the fallen popcorn off the floor. Then she brought her head up level with Opaline’s thighs. A few popcorn pieces rested between them, backed by her unfashionable yellow panties.
Misty leaned in, brushing the thigh with her tongue on the way to the first kernel.
Opaline pushed her back firmly. “Misty, what are you doing?”
Misty trembled, casting her eyes away. “I’m cleaning it up, and I’m so weak and worthless I don’t deserve to soil you with my hands.”
“Oh stars, don’t be so dramatic.” Opaline fished the offending popcorn out and popped them into her mouth. “You are weak, yes, but there’s no need to be weird about it.”
“Yes, ma’am. If you get up, I could check the cushions?”
“Don’t bother, it’s fine.” Opaline resumed her lounge, and wasted no time digging her hand into the bowl. Her eyes were already back on the screen. “Don’t stay up too late, you have a lot to do tomorrow.”
Misty retreated, but did not leave the room. Such wasn’t uncommon, she often loitered to watch whatever inane Tik-Trot series had ensnared Opaline for the week.
Misty picked up her phone and turned on the camera without fear. As much as exposure to the outside had addicted the burgundy alicorn to social media, she remained clueless and helpless when it came to anything beyond surfing videos. An offhand comment some weeks back tipped to Misty that she didn’t even know phones came with a camera, and presumed some magic did the recording for everything.
In short, she had no idea Misty took the chance to add several new images to her folder. The thick alicorn ass in utterly clashing panties. Smooth legs colored like wine, stretching down into silver-painted toenails on scrunched soles. Then the money-shot – Misty caught it as Opaline bent her head and licked a bit of syrup off her own ample bosom.
Back in bed, Misty reviewed her new additions and deleted most. The boob lick was new, the others she already had better images of. One hand held the phone and began thumbing through her collection: Opaline in loose bathrobes, underwear, or lucky ones in the nude with her purple nipples on display. An ass as Misty caught her bending over, a shot with her mouth open and tongue out. Feet, either wrapped in glittering sandals or with bare soles up and presented from some undignified sprawl. Sometimes pictures of Opaline just glaring down at her, unwittingly matching gaze with the camera.
Her voice emerged from Misty’s imagination. ‘Service me, Misty! If you’re too clumsy with your fingers, then get me off with your tongue!’
Misty pictured her head trapped between Opaline’s thighs, covering her vision in an ocean of heady wine. One hand zoomed the phone on Opaline’s glaring eyes, the other slipped low beneath the covers. Misty’s legs bent and pushed her crotch up. Her fingers slid in. She was already wet.
‘Oh hurry up, Misty! If you don’t get me off I’ll make you lick my ass as well...’
Misty slowed her imaginary licks, sped her real fingers. Mumbled and apologized as she left Opaline hot and unsatisfied, forcing the alicorn to act on her threats. She imagined Opaline trying to finish herself off as Misty turned to the ponut, yet proved too ticklish there to focus… then she was squirming, grunting, her tits to the floor and her titanic ass raised as Misty drove her crazy from licks alone. She grew frantic, helpless, trying to beg Misty to stop but too aroused to put out the words, all as meek Misty obediently carried out her orders…
The mental image glowed white hot. Misty gasped and strained, and was rewarded with a wet and satisfying gush between her legs.
She settled back, spent and satisfied. Another normal day, done and gone.
“But are you sure you’re okay?”
Sunny Starscout – as good and kind a friend as Misty could ever ask for, and certainly the nosiest busybody out of all of them. Even Zipp had eased off after Misty’s secret defection, but Sunny remained worried and earnest. This was something on the order of her fiftieth time asking.
“Of course,” Misty said, hoisting the first of two-dozen chip bags from the shopping cart to the cashier.
Truth be told, it was a lingering, guilty secret she didn’t yet know what to do with. Fifteen of her nineteen years had been spent under Opaline’s de facto parentage, and Misty’s opinion of her alleged queen had traveled from fear to adulation to outright contempt (mixed with unrequited lust). Better than anyone, Misty understood that Opaline was a distractable, lazy, girl-fail idiot, and her discovery of modern entertainment had only exacerbated these qualities. She didn’t work towards evil schemes, she strategized and set up idea boards for less than an hour a day. All actual work was delegated to clumsy little Misty, who always conveniently screwed up enough to protect her friends.
The only time Opaline even came close to making progress was… when Misty kidnapped Hitch’s son for the dragon fire.
Hence, the secret. Misty’s new friendships might not survive a ‘Guys she’s a harmless moron who is also the sexiest thing on this world or any other. I don’t want to move out! The only reason she almost killed you all was because of me!’
“We should sit down with the others sometime,” Sunny mused, her words backed by the rhythmic beep of one scanned bag after the next. “You need a bug-out plan. Heck, we need a plan-plan! We’ll need to write down everything you know about Opaline and study it. There’s got to be a way to take her down once and for all!”
“Sunny...” Misty squirmed. She hammed it up a bit, but at heart she really was a shy and awkward pony. “I… I don’t know. I hope we can all be friends one day.”
Sunny made a face and shrugged. “Me too. Just don’t try to reform her on your own, okay? Giving her the hard sell on friendship will blow your cover faster than anything.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll lay low, and you’ll be the first to know about her next scheme.”
They traded a smile, and a small flutter beat in Misty’s heart. Sunny was the most Opaline-like out of all her friends – tall like an alicorn, though a bit more square and strong to Opaline’s busty softness. A gentle orange instead of grape color, no less beautiful…
Misty pulled herself to the present, yet smirked as she paid. There was a new fantasy to try out tonight.
Of course, chips weren’t free, and part-time scheming didn’t bring in any money. Opaline and Misty’s primary source of income was poking through the massive castle for valuables to pawn in town. Fortunately Opaline had filled literal treasure vaults before her imprisonment, meaning they wouldn’t have to get real jobs (or conquer Equestria) anytime soon.
It was Misty who did the searching, of course. Though in a rare habit of responsibility, Opaline always went though her findings to ensure nothing dangerous was released to the outside world.
Misty usually cleaned the dusty artifacts off before presenting them to Opaline. But today had been a beauty day for the alicorn – she was showered, combed, and dressed in regal purple, having spent the day primping with breaks for television.
She gave the most adorable little sneeze when Misty dropped the box between them, sending dust and grime to the air. “MISTY!”
“Sorry, Queen Opaline,” Misty mumbled, hiding her smirk. She already had a moist towel in hand. “Shall I wipe you off?”
“No, just stop forgetting to clean them first! Honestly...”
Opaline trailed off, batting at her dusted dress a bit before rooting through the box. An old candlestick, a pewter cake dish that probably wasn’t even worth the trip into town, and a jewelry box from which most of the value would likely come. She opened it, then sneezed again.
Then she reached in with a dark chuckle. “Oh, hello friend. I was wondering where you had gone… Misty, take a look at this.”
Opaline hooked two fingers under a thin silver chain and lifted. Misty peered curiously as a perfect blue gem shaped like a teardrop emerged at the bottom.
Just some necklace. She almost shrugged, but didn’t.
It was… beautiful. The tear looked round, but that was an illusion. Hundreds of tiny facets formed the lines of a curve. Each caught the light beautifully, creating a white spiral across countless little reflections as it swayed. Misty’s eyes followed the spiral into the gem, deeper, deeper… blue was all around her. Like she was underwater, weightless and floating, warm and at peace.
She smiled dully. Her head swayed.
“Misty? Misty… MISTY!” Opaline punctuated the third try with a stomp of her stiletto heel.
The sharp noise snapped Misty awake. She startled, blinked, focused. Her eyes found the gem, then shot away. “What was that?”
“Mesmare’s Gem,” Opaline murmured. She stared into it boldly with an easy, evil smile. “Remember that one Tik-Trot about hypnosis, and how they spent half the time lecturing that it couldn’t actually change you? This breaks that. They become putty in your hands, and all you have to do is gently, kindly, instruct them on their new lives.”
She chuckled, then laughed. “Perfect, perfect! How is Sunny Starscout going to stop me if she’s too busy being my brainwashed little minion?”
Misty laughed as well, though a cool sweat claimed her back. This one was actually serious. Darned luck – she should have skipped the jewelry box and gone for the paintings.
Wait, “Why isn’t it working on you, Queen Opaline?”
“It doesn’t affect the bearer,” Opaline lectured proudly. “And it draws from the holder’s will, so it doesn’t work just sitting in the box. This is the answer to our prayers. Forget the pawnshop, your new mission is to kidnap those silly heroes one by one, and bring them back here to learn their proper place beneath my heel.”
“You never step on me with your heel,” Misty muttered.
“What?”
“What?”
“What did you say?”
Misty grinned, still keeping her eyes away. “I said, um, I wonder if…”
‘Think Misty, Think! How to stall her?’
She brightened. “Oh! Don’t you need to be relaxed and stuff to be hypnotized? Like I can glance at it really quick and look away because I know to not fall for it. They won’t be very relaxed if they’re kidnapped. And um, that means they’ll still be fighting as they go down so you won’t be able to get them fully under your control.”
She definitely pulled that last part from her ass, but it gave Opaline pause. The regal alicorn’s smile fell, replaced with a rare thoughtful expression.
One idea sparked more. Misty looked down and squirmed, half to play up her meek loyalty and half to avoid the distracting pendant. “We can’t have it so we think they’re enslaved only for them to snap out and fake it until they’re ready. We need them relaxed, like they’re just being hypnotized by someone they trust.”
Someone they trust: Misty, the spy Opaline had specifically assigned to ingratiate with the heroes. The obvious choice.
Obvious to anyone but Opaline. Ten seconds passed. Misty squirmed a little more.
“Perhaps we should set up a fake spa to lure them in,” the alicorn mused.
Misty winced, but her meek little smile grew more genuine as she peered up to Opaline. “That would be a lot of work. I don’t know how soon I could make a whole spa.”
Opaline blinked slowly. Misty’s eyes went down, then she gave a happy gasp. “Wait, that’s it! They already trust me. I could hypnotize them like we’re just doing it for fun. That would let m-you conquer all of them at once! Mwa-ha-ha!”
Misty’s evil laugh had been described by all of her friends as ‘adorable.’ But Opaline grew a smile, predictable idiot that she was. A plan with seemingly inevitable success that didn’t involve Opaline herself getting off the couch? Perfect on all counts.
Not the first time Misty had steered her boss like a wagon. She prided herself on being a master manipulator, but not too much. With Opaline, it really wasn’t hard.
“That was already my plan, Misty,” Opaline cooed. “But good initiative. We shall make a proper minion of you yet. Here.”
And Opaline deposited Mesmare’s Gem in Misty’s hand, just like that.
Misty stared into it. Just as Opaline said, in her own hands it was merely a pretty bit of jewelry. She turned it a bit, admiring the canny workmanship which had arranged those facets into a perfect spiral.
As easy as ever. It would be nothing at all for clumsy Misty to lose or break the gem, or else make excuses and delays until Opaline forgot about it entirely. And then…
Then. The future. Not something Misty liked to think about. She loved the way her life was now, yet knew it was coming to a close. Even if Misty could stall Opaline forever, her friends weren’t so ready to let things go. One would attack the other, and the world would change.
Opaline was already strolling away. The violet of her dress hugged the ass and split sultrily around her leg. A gorgeous body, soon to be destroyed or buried in a tree or something else. Frankly, Misty didn’t like Opaline’s odds against heroes of actual competence.
The gem. The white spiral.
An idea.
Moon and Stars, it was stupid.
“Queen Opaline?”
Opaline turned.
‘No, way.’
“What if I can’t get it right? They’ll know I’m your agent for sure, and everything would be ruined! I have to test it before going into town.”
‘Even Opaline isn’t this stupid.’
Misty met her eyes with bright courage, every bit the eager minion. “Can I use it on you? Just to make sure it works?”
Half of her mind was just trying to provoke a glare and good yelling. Maybe Opaline would demand she clean the dust off her heels. Certainly, Opaline wouldn’t…
The alicorn rolled her eyes. “Ugh, if you must. Not today, though. Jazz is doing her new glittery makeup tutorial and I simply must get caught up.”
‘O.
M. G.’
Opaline walked away, leaving Misty standing in the hall.
Misty barely slept. Partially from nerves, partially from a crash research on hypnosis.
A chance, gleaming before her. To have everything she wanted. Peace between Opaline and the tribes. A continuation of her easy life. Fat alicorn titties.
She was a clumsy pony. That couldn’t betray her this time. She had one chance to get it right.
Misty read, wrote rehearsed. The anxiety of her gamble mingled with lust she could not dare acknowledge while she worked. Yet as her studies went on, the nerves flowed and emptied, leaving calm.
She could do this. For her friends. For her self.
The next day, Opaline busied herself attempting to mix glitter makeup while Misty made ready. She chose a sofa with one curled armrest in a secluded parlor. Candles scented with lavender were lit hours in advance, perfuming the room with their calming fragrance. Dinner was spaghetti, garlic bread, and wine. The carbs and alcohol combined as they always did to make Opaline drowsy and full.
She groaned and yawned with the same breath, finally following Misty to the parlor. “You certainly didn’t hurry with this.”
“I wanted to make sure I get it right on the first try,” Misty replied. “I know you’re busy and I don’t want to waste your time.”
“Good girl,” Opaline said. She needed no second bidding to lounge across the sofa, resting her back on the arm. Misty fussed over her with pillows, and the yawning Opaline made no protest.
And then all was ready – Opaline laid in a comfortable black evening dress waiting upon Misty, too lethargic to be properly impatient. Misty could not resist a nervous swallow. The effort would be better if Opaline could be lulled down with easy conversation, but that was not in the cards when dealing with a would-be overlord.
“Well? Get on with it, Misty.”
‘Showtime.’
“We already have,” Misty said smoothly. She perched on a small wooden chair next to the sofa. “Close your eyes, breathe in. Your time is so valuable, I would never waste a moment of it. Smell the candles, focus on my words. Remember that Misty is doing this to serve you, and bring you to your rightful place. So please take a long breath in, and slow breath out.”
Opaline complied. A deep breath slowly pushed out her chest.
“Again.”
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
“Again… again. Dinner was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Opaline murmured. No testy snap or grumbling about missed shows. No hypnosis. Just relaxation – carbs, measured breaths, and a comfortable position. A warm room with scented candles.
Misty took her hand and stroked it gently. “This is all for you. To make you feel good. To finally triumph over your enemies. Relax, and let Misty do the work. Long breath in, slow breath out… now open your eyes.”
They blinked twice before fully opening, such was Opaline’s drowsiness. Her teal eyes lazily beheld the gem Misty now dangled before her.
“Breathe in… breathe out. What do you see?”
“Mesmer’s Gem.”
“Look closer.”
Again, Opaline complied. She had no reason to object – her sedated mind wanted to do nothing but relax, and so she floated down the easy river of Misty’s words, never with even a ghost of suspicion. It was just Misty, after all. Her loyal minion.
The gem was very pretty. It grew in her vision, inch by inch. It swayed gently, and a white spiral played across its surface. No beginning, no end, appearing and vanishing like the white of waves.
Misty’s voice seemed dim and distant. “Watch the pretty gem… watch the pretty spiral… see it glimmer and twist. Spiraling, in, spiraling down.”
The gem grew, and the spiral with it. Like Opaline was looking down into the ocean. Blue eclipsed the room and Misty’s smirk. The spiral was a whirlpool, bringing her down and beneath.
“Dropping… deeper. Dropping… deeper. Deeper. Deeper.”
Opaline fell into the gem, the ocean. Blue all around her. Like warm water, a calming pressure. White spirals appeared in the blacks of her eyes. She could not see them, yet they turned, bringing her deeper, deeper…
Misty’s breath hitched, but she kept her voice calm and sweet. “Deep, deeper, Queen Opaline. Deep, deeper into the gem. Deep, deeper into Misty’s words…”
Blue. And the words. Opaline knew nothing else. Her lips parted as her jaw went slack.
“Close your eyes.”
Darkness. The words.
And the spiral. Now in Opaline’s sight, glowing from the black.
“Can you see the spiral?”
Opaline’s tongue felt fat and slow. “Yes.”
The warm water still held her fast. Misty’s words echoed in her thoughtless mind. “You are as deep as you can go. The very core of your mind from which all else grows. And the spiral is here – spinning, spreading, scattering. You are a jumble. You are helpless to it. But that is okay. You feel so warm and relaxed and good.”
Despite the words, a slight tremble went though Opaline’s body. Her closed eyes beheld the spiral, boring into her like the eyes of a predator. A sensation of being trapped, helpless, exposed.
Then came Misty’s voice, and all was well. Warm, relaxed good, even under the power of the spiral.
“Warm, relaxed, and good. The spiral controls you. We are at your core. You have no defenses. It pins you, traps you. But remember it is Misty’s spiral, and she is here to bring you to your rightful place.”
The spiral grew. Opaline felt it wrap around the self that was in her mind, the core of her being. Binding her ankles and wrists, gagging her, a fly in the web. Yet it remained before her, spinning, spinning…
Some primal fear or power gave her strength to open her eyes. Yet there was the blue – huge, enveloping, comforting.
And Misty’s voice. “That’s alright. If it makes you more comfortable, leave your eyes open. I can see the spiral still in your eyes, spiraling around your core. The blue is so nice and warm. My words are the spiral, spiraling around your will. Be warm and relaxed as you are entrapped and ensnared, my words spiraling into you.”
The Opaline in Opaline’s mind felt the spiral slip and curve to enter her every hole – between her bound thighs, into her ears and mouth. Even as it spiraled above, yet she was no longer afraid. Her real eyes beheld the blue, and all was calm. And the white spiral was Misty’s words which made her feel so relaxed, now penetrating her very being.
“Very good, Queen Opaline. You’re a good girl.”
The affirmation flooded her core, her mind. The imaginary Opaline smiled. She was a good girl. Misty said so, and the spiraling words flowed in and became a part of her.
“But now that I think about it… you aren’t a queen.”
A moment of truth. The old Opaline would have sneered and punished the claim.
Spiraling eyes stared into the gem, and the mind behind them accepted this as fact.
“A queen is strong and responsible. You are a weak little girl who relies on Misty for everything. You can’t cook for yourself or clean. You even need Misty to reset the television when you accidentally change the channel. Misty is FAR more responsible than you. Misty should be in charge.”
The words went down Opaline’s throat, slid up into her ass. The ensnared mind twitched, more from thoughtless motion than any resistance. Her eyes beheld the spiraling voice and knew it was true.
“She is your mistress. Mistress Misty. You love, worship, and obey her. You crave her attention, her approval, her discipline. You are her helpless slave, you will obey her every word. You cannot even think to resist – you are just a stupid, horny submissive and she is so powerful and smart. You long for her touch, you want her to fuck you. You will wear sexy outfits hoping to attract her lust, and her very touch makes you feel more submissive, more enslaved, and this makes you feel good.”
“Your old life is over, Opaline. Misty will hypnotize you again and again, adding and removing whatever she likes. You love that. When Misty shows you her gem again you will drop instantly into hypnosis. Again and again, brainwashing you into an ever more perfect slave for Mistress Misty. My words are your spiral, the spiral in your mind. Obey… obey… obey Mistress Misty…”
“…And sleep. Yet the spiral remains. It is a part of you now, my good, obedient slave.”
Misty’s breaths were controlled and fast. She set the gem down with a shaking hand. Opaline’s eyes had closed with the last command.
She stood from the chair, woodenly reaching to the head of the sofa, holding it for balance as she mounted the couch above Opaline.
Her fingers fidgeted with the top of Opaline’s dress, trying and failing to finds its buttons. Finally, with a tight little grin, Misty gave up and simply ripped. Opaline’s breasts waved with the fabric then tumbled out, heady wine orbs with fat purple nipples.
Misty fondled them, marveling at the touch. Her own breasts were modest at best – these felt nothing like them! Like a warm, soft gemstone, shimmering pleasantly as she squeezed. The nipples, firm and bumpy on her tongue. She had one in her mouth before fully realizing it.
She closed her eyes, giggling with a twinge of madness as every good feeling passed through her heart at once. Relief, victory, lust long unrequited finally bearing fruit. No more subtle photos and fantasies. She licked, sucked, nibbled. Opaline squirmed, yet her eyes remained closed.
“My touch gives you so much pleasure,” Misty murmured, her grin widening. Anything and everything she wanted, all within reach. She pinched hard at the nipples – a few tasseled piercings would look lovely.
She shuffled away from the breasts and stood, wandering back to crouch at the foot of the sofa. Lovely bare feet with a cute silver toe ting. Huge and soft, alicorn-sized. She ran her tongue up to the toes, pausing to give a kiss before turning to the other foot. They scrunched and twitched with sleepy attention, helpless to her touch.
She held the toes back on one, chuckling manically as she ran her fingernails down their length.
“You are ticklish. So ticklish, yet you cannot move, you cannot wake. You are helpless, each stroke only making you even more ticklish…”
Opaline squeaked and grunted and twitched. Needy moans, mumbled begs for mercy. Nothing more. Asleep, yet feeling everything.
Torture? Yes, but she deserved it. A long, high laugh erupted from Misty’s throat.
Enough with the foreplay. She raised her hand and spanked the foot. “Get up, slave, get up! On your knees.”
Opaline’s eyes shot open, now back to normal. Yet this was the new normal – She tumbled to the floor upon her hands and knees, presenting her bare ass to Misty.
Misty sidled alongside it, groping and grinning. “You want me to fuck you, slave?”
“Yes, please,” Opaline said. Her wide eyes stared ahead. She wanted it, needed it. A helpless slave craving Mistress Misty’s touch.
The fingers slipped into her pussy. Opaline bucked so hard she gagged. So much pleasure.
“You like that, you dumb, worthless slut?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Opaline mewled.
Misty leered, sliding her hand from the pussy to Opaline’s ponut. “How about this?”
“GUH! Yes, Mistress!”
Misty massaged the fleshy ring, panting and sweating and grinning. “Tell me how weak and worthless you are, and I’ll let you cum.”
The words tumbled out. “I am weak and worthless, a stupid slave who can’t do anything for herself. I was an idiot to think I could be a queen. You are my mistress, I am your brainwashed slave forever.”
“Not bad,” Misty mused. She pulled the hand back and slapped Opaline’s jiggling ass. “But first you need to service me. Start at the bottom.”
Misty sat grandly upon the couch. Head down, Opaline crawled over to her and began licking the tops of her feet. Misty lifted one foot slowly, letting Opaline take it in her mouth. Her tongue worshiped along the sole, drawing a tickled giggle.
Opaline worked her way up, slowly and inevitably burying her muzzle between Misty’s legs. The licks were everything Misty had always dreamed of but the eyes – those were the biggest charge. Blue eyes once so full of petulant authority, now meek and worshipful. Misty gripped Opaline’s horn as she came, and the alicorn licked up every drop.
She dangled the gem, and the former queen fell once more into trance. More instructions to give, pushing Opaline deeper into brainwashed slavery. And even that was just the start.
Months passed. They were good months, too. Misty had brought a reformed and humble Opaline into town, having taken the risk and shown her the light of friendship to wonderful results. The wealthy pair purchased the largest mansion in town (once the home of Canterlogic’s disgraced CEO) and fixed it up to be a fine place to live. Opaline was slowly learning about modern society, coached along by a patient Misty. Even better, Opaline lent her magic and ancient knowledge to the odd troubles which still emerged, slowly earning a place in their circle of friends.
Sunny Starscout couldn’t be prouder of Misty. The victory in reforming Opaline had done wonders for getting the poor girl out of her shell, and now she held herself with smiling confidence wherever she went. She had even begun hosting sleepovers at her nice mansion, and they were always a great time.
Actually, that was why Sunny was here now. Misty answered her knock and beckoned inside.
“Sorry I’m late,” Sunny said, stepping into the blue-painted foyer. “I was doing smoothies for the big event and it kinda went over.”
“No worries at all,” Misty purred lowly. With the door closed behind Sunny, the slim unicorn now turned to face her. Her comfy pajamas of turtleneck and leggings were highlighted by a necklace Sunny didn’t recognize.
“Nice gem,” Sunny said. “It’s very… pretty…”
Her thoughts slowed. The gem swayed between Misty’s breasts, catching the light in a spiral pattern.
Like it had done before, over and over.
Misty’s squeaky voice brought her back to reality. “Everyone’s upstairs! Come on, follow me.”
Sunny followed.
Yes, these sleepovers were the best. One by one, Misty had talked them all into joining orgies when in the privacy of her mansion. Such a wonderful idea. Sunny was grateful Mistress Misty hypnotized her when she once tried to refuse.
The party was already in full swing, complete with normal sleepover activities. Zipp’s lithe athletic frame stood tall, plunging a strap-on into Izzy’s pussy as the unicorn gasped with pleasure and held up her own legs. Hitch mewled happily on the ground, locked in a gimp hood as a cooing Pipp slowly ran one of her own feathers along his cock. Queen Haven danced nude around a pole, slowly showing off both her slim beauty and tiger stripes proudly as an object of lust.
And Opaline knelt on her hands and knees, blindfolded and gagged.
Misty resumed her seat on the alicorn’s back. She leered towards Haven, and the hypnotized queen redoubled her dance.
“Come on, Sunny. Poor Opaline here was waiting for you.”
Sunny didn’t remember taking her clothes off. Her broad, nude earth pony frame followed Misty, pausing only to pluck a strap-on from the bed next to Izzy.
“Hi, Sunny!”
“Hi, Izzy.”
Another fun, normal sleepover at Misty’s house. Sunny tied on the sex toy, stood behind Opaline, and began pumping into her ponut. Misty giggled as her seat swayed, rocking her with it.
Still, she chided Opaline with a quick grope of the breast. “Hold steady, slave.”
Opaline had no traction on the smooth floor and nothing to brace against. She would slide, and Misty would punish her – a fate even better than success.
Still, she tried. Misty had commanded it.
Mistress Misty.
Author's Note
G5 wasn't great, but Opaline woke something up in me.
