//------------------------------// // Feather Dance // Story: Hypnosis Fault // by CometandAqua //------------------------------// Feather Dance Mistress Hypnos is a very kind pony. She cares equally for every pony she has a session with, but she does leave a few strange suggestion in ponies' heads. The last session I watched with her, the pegasus pony would be unable to use her wings when they were touched by her. I don't know why she leaves these suggestions, but she must have a reason. Mistress Hypnos also said that I finally can have my own private session. Mistress has seen me hypnotize ponies before, and all exceeding her expectations. After 2 years of being her student, I will finally use my skills. I walk up to the door of my first ever client. The house is simple, one story with a gated garden in the back. She opens the door as soon as I knock, but she seems a little disappointed when she sees it's me. "Is Hypnos not coming?" she asked sadly. "No, but she is allowing me to do this session myself. I am as trained as she, and I hope this will be the best I've ever done," I replied. She welcomed me into her home and we both sat down on the couch. The living area of the house is similarly simple as the outside, a couch near the center with a coffee table in front and an area rug under neath. "I've wanted to stop expecting the worse," she began. "I never look straight to the bright side. Could you help me?" "Of course. Now, sit right here on the couch as I get started." She sat on the couch where I pointed and I touched my horn to her forehead. The yellow and orange mare instantly wobbled a bit, and I focused her mind to sit up in the trance. I started with the usual trance phrases, the "Relax, deeper and deeper" stuff, then I moved on to the hypnotic suggestion. I said how she would only look on the dark side of things when nothing else could help her, and every time she heard the word "better," she instantly felt more confident. The mind actually doesn't notice time passing; dreams for example. A hypnotic suggestion will always be as fresh as when it is given. After the suggestion she wanted, I moved on to the few Mistress Hypnos always gives. A touch to the forehead erases memories of choice, a touch on the cutie mark gives ultimate obedience, holding my horn to her head puts her back in the trance--I really don't get why she puts them there, but I've learned not to question her. I finished this and brought her out of the trance. She awoke and started first, "Did it work?" "Let's see," I replied. "If it starts to rain, what will you do?" "I'd quickly finish anything left needed in my garden, then go inside because the rain helps water them." "It worked," I said confidently. Then I touched her forehead. "What's your name?" "I don't know, I can't remember." Touching her forehead again, I gave a suggestion to forget this much of the session, and I left with my first success.