Six Years…
A hoof banged on a wooden door, adorned in aurum hoof cups, her pristine white coat glistening under her beautiful sun. “Six Years it’s been, please inform me if you plan to continue.” The Princess of the Sun asked, mane flowing with those familiar colors, never slowing, nor speeding.
“Six Years?!” I burst from behind the door, wincing from the bright sun. Covering my eyes with one hoof, my gaze meeting a warm smile. Her coat practically glowed with the sun’s rays. I stand there admiring her beauty, and stare into her pink spheres. Piercing back into my very being.
“Yes, Six Long Years since you wrote the last chapter, don’t you think finishing it, or cancelling it would be a proper wrap up?” Princess Celestia inquired, slowly entering my home. Strewn about the floor were countless papers, books, and discarded glass bottles, a scent of tea prodding her nostrils. Her gaze turned to a typewriter, dusty, and missing a few keys.
“I’d uh… well cleaned up, if your majesty was making an appearance.” I say, quickly shuffling papers onto desks, attempting to tidy up whatever I could. I saw her horn ignite in an aura, causing my door to promptly close behind me. Nervously I spoke with uncertainty. “Well, Princess… would you uh, care for some tea?”
“Yes, please pour me a cup.” She kindly replied, flipping a few books to their covers, some reading ‘Hypnotic Properties’, ‘Hypnosis & Me’, and ‘Hypnotize A Mare!’. Truly someone with a keen interest in the subject. “I see your curiosity still dwells in the power of hypnotic fantasies, and that of domination, perhaps submission.” She chuckled, feeling my cheeks heat up in a blush.
“Of course, Princess. I’ve not changed much… I still think about it constantly, and the way the brain can sleep… providing suggestions, and whatnot.” I speak ever so softly, not wanting to bore her, though she has shown up, so perhaps she does want to know of my absence. “Shall we take this to the kitchen?” I ask.
“Of course.”
The Princess, and I sit across the table from one another, her horn nearly pokes a hole through the roof. Sipping casually, I ask the obvious question. “So what brings you here?” I ask, turning my gaze towards her pink orbs, again piercing my very essence.
“This.” She says softly, before I know it, an aura of magic surrounds my body. I cannot move, nor mutter anything other than panicked breathing. I remain motionless to watch Celestia lean forward, bending towards me with a smirk. “Shh… relax.” Is what I hear, before feeling the tip of her horn rest against my head, my eyes shut from a warm pleasure striking my form.
‘Obey… Relax… Obey… Relax… Obey… Relax…” My mind repeats, hearing not the voice of Celestia, but of… Luna. My eyes look up to confirm this, as now sitting from where the alabaster princess sat, a blue alicorn sat. “You… you’re…”
“Shhh…” The Princess of the Night so softly put, raising her head back up, but her words still assaulted my brain. Sipping on the tea, she kept that devious gaze, staring into those deep purple eyes.”Some call me Princess Luna. You call me Mistress Luna.”
“Pfft… No, you’re… P.. Pri.. Mistress Luna.” I udder failing to call her by her royal name, feeling Luna’s powerful words numb my mind, I find it hard to even consider what is going on. She was more devious than anticipated, fooling me so easily.
“Now… let’s do an induction…” Mistress Luna teased, pulling a watch from her wing.
My eyes widen, not with what she plans to do with it, but when it was last used. Mistress Luna deviously, and slowly swung the watch, my eyes couldn’t resist its alluring shine.
“Let’s see how you enjoy it being used on you.” Mistress Luna continued to swing it in front my gaze, my eyes began to droop, my mind numbing more so. Everything was washing away. “Continue to stare intensely at the watch, it's all that matters. Listen to my soothing voice with as much intensity as watching. These two intensities shut down your mind… and you love it. Hehehe, each swing making you…”
“...blank…empty...obedient…” My mouth says, familiar with this… after writing it, it always stuck with me.
“I love a willing slave… no need to deepen you.” Mistress Luna ceased the swinging, and moved closer so only her eyes were the only things I saw. My eyes were heavy, my body was sleeping, and Luna’s devious smirk was comforting. “Stare, hear, and obey.” She commands loudly.
“Yes Mistress Luna.” I respond sleepily, and like a monotone drone.
“You are going to write a story of me, hypnotizing you. You will gain immense pleasure from worshiping your Mistress in the literary sense.” She spoke, as I heeded every word, Mistress deserved a story.
“Then you will write another, only this time I will allow you someone of your choosing to partake in their dreams of being controlled by Mistress Luna. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress, I understand, and obey.” I remarked in my submissive state.