Morning came. Sunset woke to the knocks and greeting of the house mother, urging her to rise and prepare for the day. Shutting the door but not barring it, she moved off to the next room, rousing her residents.
Sunset rose, poured water in the basin and drank her fill. She then used the basin to wash. Setting the basin of used water and jug on her back, she trotted out to join the line of vixens and mares at the sink with the same intention. Her turn finally, she rinsed and dried her basin then filled the pitcher with water. She returned them to her room, used the restroom down the hall, then joined her housemates in trotting up the stairs to the dining room.
They had fish, omelets, leek soup and tea for breakfast, then were off to the brothel’s dojo where Madam gave lessons on the Courtesan's Arts and guided their exercise. After that was a quick lunch and resting in their rooms, or in Sunset’s case studying the house with magic to keep in practice. Then dinner and the moment she’d been dreading; her first presentation.
The other mares and vixens had talked about it so she had some idea what to expect. They would prepare for the evening, putting on their finest dresses, cosmetics applied in the Kitsune fashion, then gracefully arrange themselves along the beds in the clients lobby. There was a seniority to it that simply meant for her, she had the last bed as the newest addition. There Madam would bring the clients in, and by their importance, they would select the mare, mares, or vixens they desired for the evening and retire with them to one of the dedicated art rooms, where the residents would exercise their art to the pleasure of their client.
Because this was one of the higher end establishments, once the engagement was over, the resident was done for the evening and could clean up in the common bath below.
As this was her first engagement Madam would be watching to evaluate her continued presence in this house. If she wildly exceeded expectations, she would be moved up into one of the more refined brothels, in her case, the exotics brothel. If she failed to meet expectations, she would either be punished or cast down to one of the common brothels. The mares in those houses did not live long.
With her fellow residents, Sunset trotted in at the end of the line. She held her head aloof, looking uninterested in all around her. She trotted elegantly over to the end bed and lay down on it, forelegs fetchingly before her, head raised, looking bored and casually studying the finery around her, clearly unimpressed.
A three tailed Kitsune fox chatted with the Madam, first up, and looked the residents over, smirking. He caught Sunset’s eye. She just raised an eyebrow, rolled her eyes, and looked back over at the jeweled tapestry by her bed, clearly bored.
Grinning, he loped over to her bed and stood before her. “Mare, do you know who I am?” he challenged.
Sunset turned back, looking him over and radiating attitude. “Boring?” she answered, then turned back to the tapestry. There was a quiet titter of laughter from some of the vixens.
The fox drew back, offended. “You dare mock me?!” he shouted. He smacked Sunset soundly at the base of her horn, rocking her head.
“Ouch!” Sunset exclaimed, turning to glare at him.
“Do not harm the residents!” warned Madam in a loud voice. “If you cannot behave you will lose your privileges here.” She loped over to him, backing him up from Sunset.
“You wouldn’t dare!” he raged. “I’m the vice council of this district! I can destroy you and your pitiful brothel!”
“I think we both know better than that, my dear vice counsel. The patient souls who own this establishment do not like it when their friends decide to try to flex against them. Let us try this again, shall we?” she soothed, running her paw around his ears and down his back. She purred.
“Clearly this mare has captured your attention? You seek to show her your prowess, to dominate her? To bend her to your will? Perhaps you have what it takes to tame this savage lovely, recently brought into our service, and new to our ways.
“Perhaps you could be her teacher, her mentor. Her master. Show her her place. But remember. She is not yours to break. You break her, my masters will break yours. Do not forget, or they will make you remember.
She loped off. “Do have fun!”
The fox turned to Sunset. He grabbed her mane. “Come slave!” he called out. Seeing Madam glaring at him, he let go. Sunset trotted along behind him, staying just out of his reach.
As she passed, the Madam whispered, “Take the Zanzabar room down the hallway.” Sunset nodded.
As they left the lobby the fox reached back. Grabbing her mane again, he threw her in front of him. “Lead me to your room, slave!” he commanded.
‘Grabby little jerk,’ Sunset thought to herself. Taking advantage of Madam not being nearby, she quickly scanned the foxes memories as she trotted ahead, finding images of his family. She then cast a horrible compulsion on him, images of his family being beaten and abused by the Yak-uza, tying it to the memory of Madam’s promise. She wanted to make certain that thought stayed in the front of his pinheaded mind tonight.
Sunset turned down the hallway to the Zanzabar room. She reached up and with her hooves opened the door, throwing it wide open for him then bowing down deeply by it. “My room, oh master,” she said in her most sarcastic tone. The fox drew back to strike her again, thought better of it, and pulled his paw back, loping into the room.
Sunset hid a grin as he passed, then rose, entering and shutting the door behind her.
“What is your bidding, oh master,” she snarked.
“You are my chattel, slave,” the fox roared, leaping at her and pushing up against her ruthlessly. “You will know fear. You will fear me as all should fear me. I am powerful, and you are nothing! You are less than nothing! You are a meal I hunt, devour in a moment, and are heard from no more! You are the worm food that falls from my nethers, gone and forgotten.
“You are nothing!” he screamed, shaking with rage.
Overcome with emotion, he grabbed Sunset by the throat and threw her down on the bed, pouncing to pin her.
‘Oh Tartarus no!’ thought Sunset, rolling to the side and letting him attack the pillows she had landed on. Ripping into his mind, she substituted her image for the pile of pillows. Rage blind, the fox ripped into the pillows shredding and tearing them apart, biting and twisting, pulling them to pieces.
“You know mind magic,” Madam stated behind her. Sunset had not heard or sensed her entering. Disconcerting.
“No,” she answered, watching the fox vent his rage upon the bedding. “I know the power of suggestion. It is a Zebrican craft I learned in a previous employ. I can use it to bring my clients to the heights of paradise,” she offered.
“Or give them something better to do when they cannot seem to control themselves,” smirked Madam. “A most useful talent.”
“It has served me well,” responded Sunset. “I have pleased many with its craft.”
The fox was panting, rage now spent. Calming, he looked down at the bed. Panic overtook him. “What have I done!” he cried, looking at the feather and fabric carnage.
“Perhaps it is time to suggest something else,” smiled Madam.
“Yes, it wouldn't do to leave my client in a panic. Pleasure is our goal.” Sunset placed a hoof on the foxes foreleg. He shook, then looked down at the pillows in confusion, turning to face Sunset in surprise.
“Here, you can dream anything,” purred Sunset, stroking his ears and rubbing his chin. “Here, you can do anything. Here, all that you desire can come to pass. Share with me your dreams, my master. I will make your dreams come true!”
“Oh sweet goddess of the hunt! Thank you!” exclaimed the fox, shaking with excitement. “I have truly chosen well!”
Madam reclined on a chase, watching Sunset work. “Speak to me your dreams, oh master! Let us live a night of delightful fantasy,” she purred into the foxes ear.
Shaking with excitement he answered her. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Sunset pulled the fox up onto the bed with her, purring into his ears. She gently stroked his ears, his head, his muzzle. She rolled over, sitting astride him, sitting up with her forehooves on his chest. She leaned down and breathed onto his twitching ears.
“Let us begin our night of passion and pleasure. Remember me always from this night forever!” she breathed, her hooves stroking his face and rubbing his ears. The fox’s eyes rolled back into his head, a huge smile on his muzzle. He twitched, his tail flicking about wildly.
Sitting up, Sunset turned around and smiled at her Madam. “And he’s off,” she grinned. “The trick is the touch, not the words. The words frame the suggestion, but the touch contains the magic, the power to make the suggestion into the passionate command, the intense experience that masks even the world around them,” she explained.
She rolled off the fox and trotted over to the table, pouring a glass of wine. “Would my Madam like some wine?” she offered.
“I would, thank you,” replied Madam, still smiling.
Sunset carried the wine over to her Madam, offering it to her. The Madam took it, sipping it.
Sunset returned to the table and poured herself a cup as well, returning to her Madam with it and sitting before her. Sipping her own wine, she continued. “I will need to return to him shortly to maintain the illusion, but once it has begun it is capable of continuing on its own for a time.”
“Could you do this for more than one client at a time?” inquired the Madam.
“Yes, I have done that. The problem is the clients' suggestions are not always experienced the same, as their fantasies shape and power their experience. So, when they later share their experiences they may find discrepancies. Usually when I have done this the desire is for them to have shared an experience, so discrepancies are not desired. I must then be more artful in my suggestions, shaping them around their desires to craft the common experience. As the sensing of their desires and fantasies then shaping the suggestion take some moments, I cannot maintain a completely consistent experience across more than five clients at a time, though three I can do comfortably.
Sunset took another sip of wine, then continued. “If the consistency of the shared experience is not so important, I can do more, though there the limit is having to touch, sense, and renew the suggestions across a larger group before they break from the spell and lose the illusion which varies from client to client. Over time I have developed a good sense of the limit for my clients, but effectively, I can handle no more than ten, maybe a dozen, at one time.”
“Truly impressive,” nodded her Madam.
“Thank you, mistress,” bowed Sunset. She finished her wine. “And I believe I need to return for a moment to reinforce his illusion. Please excuse me.”
The Madam nodded to her. Sunset returned her cup to the table, then hopping up on the bed, once again straddled the still twitching fox.
“My master, rouse to greater passions! You have hunted me well! Claim now the prize of your prowess!” she purred, gently enfolding his face in her hooves. “Arouse me! Bring my passion to its peak, to match your own!” she whispered, stroking his ears and muzzle.
She rolled back off of him, returning to her Madam. The fox trashed and moaned joyfully on the bed. Jerking and twitching, he seized and howled loudly.
The Madam laughed. “We needed to get new bedding anyway.”
The fox roused, finding Sunset astride him, holding his head in her hooves. She smiled down at him. “Is my master not pleased?” she purred.
Grinning ear to ear, the fox replied. “Your master is well pleased! I have never experienced such joy before in my life,” he enthused.
Sunset rolled off him, moving down to the floor and bowing. “I am pleased to have pleased you, Master,” she said.
The fox rolled and sprang from the bed, standing before the Madam. “I think I have found a new favorite! Thank you for this experience!” he thanked her.
“Of course, vice counsel. Your pleasure is our pleasure,” assured the Madam. She turned to Sunset, still bowed to the floor.
“You are dismissed, Shimmering Sun. Go clean up,” she commanded.
‘“As you command, my mistress,” stated Sunset, rising and leaving the room. She shut the door. Smiling, she trotted to the baths to clean and relax for the rest of the evening, satisfied that the next phase of her plane was in play.
She entered the bathroom and went to an open stall to complete her ablutions. Done, she cleaned herself with the brush and bucket, then entered the bath. Several vixen were already bathing, including Radiant Semblance, Pleasant Countenance, and Fragrant Flower.
“Wow! No bruises or cuts? You did well, usually those picked by the beast come back in much worse shape,” observed Radiant.
“Wow, thanks for the warning!” laughed Sunset. “He started out pretty rough,” agreed Sunset. “But once I figured out his fantasies, he was clay in my hooves,” she smiled.
“I think you are the first I’ve seen to pass beneath him without some mark,” laughed Fragrant.
“I can believe it. Are all like him, wanting only to hit, hurt, and maime?” Sunset asked.
“Goddesses no!” grinned Pleasant. “If that were true none of us would survive it. Most are happy to have a few good moments upon you, then leave. There is a reason he alone is called the Beast.”
“That’s a relief,” sighed Sunset, leaning back into the warm water. “I was afraid that they were all like him. He is a bit much.”
“He is more than a bit much. He’s a monster. I heard he was banned once for killing a vixen. He bit her throat and choked her out in front of her entire house. She died of her injuries painfully later that day. The Yak-uza banned him for a year from coming here,” stated Radiant.
Sunset blanched. “I will definitely be careful with him then. Yikes.”
“Yeah no one wants to be picked by him. Sorry Shimmering, but we all breathed a huge sigh of relief when he picked you,” continued Radiant.
Sunset nodded. “I bet. I had no idea.”
More joined them as their sessions with their clients were completed. They all laughed and shared jokes about the clients they had served as they relaxed in the warm bath together.
Bath over and barred back in her room for the night, Sunset thought over her plans. Though the disclosure was not intended, Madam was clearly impressed by what she saw, and bought the story of Zebrican magic. Hopefully she was impressed enough to think of sending Sunset to the exotics brothel so she could find and rescue her missing Kitsune.
She laid down to sleep dreaming of her mentor and sisters.
She woke to the house mother’s knock on her door, rousing her to wake and prepare for the day then join them for breakfast. Sunset did this quickly, then trotted to the dining room. As she entered the discussion stopped, every vixen and mare staring at her. She smiled.
“Good morning, everyone!” She chirped happily.
One of the vixen’s blurted out, “How are you so happy? How are you even walking? You have not one scratch on you. Did I not see you picked by the beast?”
“You did. I fulfilled his every desire. He did not want to beat me after that,” Sunset smiled.
Jaws dropped across the room. “No one has ever managed to slate the beast’s desires! His deprivities are limitless!” Breathed the vixen.
“No. I definitely hit his limit,” Sunset smiled, sitting down next to her friends. The conversations all started back up, several of the mares and vixens still staring at her.
“Wow, who knew that would hit a nerve?” Sunset smiled at her friends as she sat.
“You have to admit it’s a pretty big thing,” grinned Radiant. “As I said before, no vixen or mare has passed beneath his claws unscathed. You are the first.”
“I might be the last,” stated Sunset. “He told Madam after our session he only wanted me from now on.”
“Would to the goddesses that were true,” groused Radiant. “You watch! You will see! Madam will move you to the exotics brothel. Then we will be left to deal with his raging disappointment!” Fussed Radiant.
“Why wouldn’t he just follow me to the exotics brothel then?” Asked Sunset. “Wouldn’t that make more sense?”
“He cannot! The Yak-usa would never allow a confirmed vixen slayer near their most prized vixens!” Radiant continued.
“They would if they knew the one the one mare who could rein him in was there. That he would pick no one else. They would be foolish to let him rage his disappointment here. I will even say that to their faces if they try it. If I go he has to go too for everyone’s sake,” Sunset countered.
“Then I hope they listen to you,” said Radiant. “I really think if you go and he can't, another mare will die.”
“I certainly hope not! I can’t let that happen to any of you,” Sunset assured them. “I’ll make them listen.”
“I pray to the goddesses you are right,” sighed Radiant.
The meal over, they joined their Madam for training then ate lunch. After, they parted ways with Sunset retiring to her room to practice her magic. Sunset was surprised to find Radiant waiting for her by her room.
“Hey dear friend, did you need something from me?” Sunset asked as she entered her room.
“Yes!” Stated Radiant, entering with her and shutting the door. “Teach me this Zebrican magic you used!”
Sunset turned to her. “Where did you hear that?” she asked pointedly. “Only one other knew that and it was Madam herself!”
“That’s where I heard it!” Radiant answered, paws on Sunset’s shoulders. “She was telling the Yak-uza in charge of our house about it and I overheard it.” She fell to her knees. “Please Shimmering! Please teach me this magic! Please teach me a way to not live in terror of our clients!”
Sunset looked down on her friend sadly. “Can Kitsune even do Zebrican magic?” She asked.
“We are magical creatures. I’m sure I could do it if you taught me!” Radiant insisted.
“Well it’s worth a shot. Hop up on the bed with me and we’ll give it a try,” Sunset replied, hopping up on her bed.
Radiant hopped up beside her and Sunset put her hooves to her head. “First I need to check your imagination and suggestibility. If you are lacking in either, this magic may not work for you.”
Sunset let her magic spread from her hooves into her friend’s body, feeling her magical pathways and capacities. Sensing a well of deep magic within her, Sunset reached in and pulled the magic towards her friend’s mind, letting it flow in and around her thoughts. “Tell me what you are feeling and thinking now,” directed Sunset.
“I feel powerful!” Gushed her friend. “I feel a warmth from deep inside me resting in my mind and enfolding my thoughts,” she added.
“That is your magic,” nodded Sunset in answer. “You will need it for what we are about to do. Place your paws upon me and imagine moving through them into my mind, seeing what I think and dream. Feel yourself moving out from yourself into me,” Sunset instructed. From her position in her friend’s mind, she visualized pulling her friend’s thoughts into herself as she pushed down through her friend’s forelegs and into her paws, then through them back into herself, up through her shoulders and into her mind and thoughts. There with her friend she saw herself looking upon herself with her friend.
“What do you see?” Sunset asked.
“What is this?” Exclaimed her friend. “How can this be? I see you beside me as I stare at you! I felt myself pass from my mind and down out through my paws into you. And now I see your thoughts!” She puzzled excitedly.
“That is exactly what has happened,” Sunset confirmed. “I have traveled into your mind, and taken you on a journey back from your mind to my mind. This is the basis of the magic of suggestion. You travel through touch to the mind of your candidate. There in their mind you will see their dreams and desires. These you will use to shape their dreams, to suggest to them the reality of their dreams over their own placid lives.”
“When next you do this you will lope these paths alone, though for this first I shall assist you. I will now show you a dream of mine,” shared Sunset.
The image of Sunset before them faded, replaced by a happy image of her and her dear little sister Twilight sitting on a balcony, muzzles and paws covered in cake and frosting, both laughing like a couple of school fillies.
“Command me to relive this dream,” directed Sunset. “Make my dream new. Command me to sprout wings and fly my friend around the city below. Imagine it with me, then watch as I take ownership of the suggestion.”
Radiant did as instructed, imagining her friend sprouting a pair of pegasus wings, then pulling Twilight onto her back and taking off from the balcony, flying them happily around the city.
“When you become accomplished at this, you’ll be able to leave the dream for a while and it will continue for a time in your absence. Though for now I would ask you to stay and experience the dream with me so I can further instruct you,” suggested Sunset. Radiant nodded next to her.
“Over time I will start to diverge from what you suggested, and if I stray far enough I will fall out of the dream and abruptly back into reality which will destroy the dream. You must be on guard for this and not let me stray, reinforcing or replacing your suggestion to bring me back into the dream. And when it is time to wake, you must bring me back to the place where I will wake to bridge the realities of the dream and waking. That will allow you subjects to feel authentically what they have dreamed was and is indeed real.”
Radiant nodded, observing all occurring before her with wonder. She watched her friend and Twilight as they soared happily through the city, diving down and racing over the heads of the ponies below them as they laughed together in joy. After a bit they drifted over to the edge of the city, racing down the river that cut through the city then down over the falls, looping and laughing as they shot through the mists of the falls.
As the two moved further from the castle Sunset and Radiant found themselves on a cloud, tailing behind the delighted pair as they continued their joyful flight.
“How is this?” Exclaimed Radiant excitedly. “How is it we appeared on a cloud and can still see them?”
“I told you to concentrate on my dream, to monitor me. Your mind has provided whatever constructs necessary to maintain that. We cannot be seen by them unless you want them to see us,” explained Sunset. “Note the usefulness of this technique. I am here with you and in the dream. You too can do this, replacing yourself in the dream with a dream construct. This is a safe way to allow the one whose dreams you are shaping to be with you as they desire without actually experiencing any psychic harm from their actions in their dream.
“I have used this technique to sate the violent lusts of many who wanted only to harm or kill me. While it is still disconcerting to watch yourself be raped or killed it is far less shocking then actually experiencing it,” Sunset replied. “As you probably suspect, it was this technique I used to satisfy the horrific urges of the one you called the Beast. It was unpleasant to watch him do those horrible things to me. But, as you noted, by this I was able to pass under his paw unscathed.”
“I so must learn this technique!” Radiant whispered in awe.
“And so you are,” encouraged Sunset. “Time for us to end this dream so you may make the attempt on your own. Suggest to me we return to the castle and then prepare for bed.”
“Return to the castle and get ready for bed,” Radiant said to her.
Sunset laughed. “No dear friend. Suggest to her.” She pointed towards her dream self with a hoof.
Calling out, Radiant repeated, “Time to return to the castle and get ready for bed!” The two mares left the spray of the falls, still laughing as they rose again above the fall then flew back through the city, Twilight still sitting astride her sister clinging tightly to her mane.
On their cloud, Radiant and Sunset followed.
Sunset and Twilight landed on the balcony, her wings disappearing as her hooves touched the balcony. Sunset teleported the evidence of their culinary misadventures away as she passed through to their apartment and into the bathroom, where the two washed then dove into the bath to finish cleaning up. Together the two exited the tub then dried and returned to the bedroom, snuggling up and the bed together. As Sunset fell asleep, Twilight snuggled up in her grasp, the dream faded from around them and they were once again laying in her bed in her brothel bedroom.
Radiant looked up in wonder at her friend and saw the tears flowing freely from her eyes. “Shimmering, are you okay? What’s wrong? Have I hurt you?” She asked in concern.
Sunset smiled over at her. “Only in the best way possible,” she cried happily. “That filly is like a sister to me, dearer to my heart than my own life. Seeing her again, even just in a dream, reminded me of how much I miss and love her.” Radiant reached over and hugged her.
“I am sorry for your loss,” she comforted.
“I know in my heart someday I will see her again,” Sunset smiled, hugging her friend back. “And so you see the power of dreams. Even I, who knew she was in a dream, cannot be unmoved by them. And this will be the power you will wield over those who come before you. Are you ready to embrace that power?” Sunset grinned.
“Yes!” Radiant enthusiastically agreed.
“Then let us begin again,” Sunset instructed.
Sunset talked Radiant through three more sessions, only speaking when necessary to assist or assure her friend. By the third session Radiant managed the entire process herself.
“I did it! I did it! I can do Zebrican magic!” She enthused.
“Yes you can and yes you did!” Agreed Sunset happily. “Next you will need to practice it on someone besides me. Maybe Pleasant and Fragrant can join us next time?”
“I will ask them,” agreed Radiant.
“Who knows? Perhaps they will also be able to use this magic,” suggested Sunset.
“I certainly hope so!” Exclaimed Radiant. “If we can use this to satisfy our clients instead of offering them our bodies to use we will be much safer!”
“That’s the truth,” Sunset agreed. “I would be dead several times over were it not for this magic.”
There was a knock on the door. “Enter!” Sunset called out.
The door opened and the house mother poked her head in. “It’s time to gather for dinner,” she called to them, retreating and moving on to the next door. Radiant and Sunset hopped of the bed and left the room, Sunset shutting the door behind them. Together they joined Pleasant and Fragrant on thier way to the dining room as Radiant shared with them what they had accomplished that afternoon.
“Please keep this a secret,” begged Sunset. “If everyone finds out about this it could leak to the clients and they might not like being deceived. This should stay just between us for now!”
The vixens agreed. They entered the dining hall and joined Sunset at her table.
The house mother served tea and dinner while the house residents chatted among themselves at their tables. Sunset and her friends talked in lowered voices about the Zebrican technique she had used to sate the beast unmarked while Radiant gushed in enthusiasm about her experience using the magic that afternoon.
“We want you both to join us tomorrow afternoon for more lessons and practice. As Radiant can clearly use this magic it’s our hope that the two of you will be able to master it as well,” explained Sunset.
Pleasant and Fragrant nodded excitedly. Plans made, the vixens and Sunset finished their dinner then left to prepare for their nightly session.
Sunset retired to the communal bathroom and completed her ablutions, then washed up and returned to her room. There she used the cracked mirror on her desk and cosmetics to apply her makeup in the Kitsune fashion. Satisfied with her results, she removed her still clean robe from the drawer and put it on. Smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she gave a wink and headed out the door to the hall, where she took her place in line at the end and waited to enter.
Once again, as her turn came to enter she appeared completely aloof, bowing to Madam the trotting nose held high to her bed at the end of the line. She hopped upon it, laying once again forelegs stretched out before her, bored and examining the tapestries around her bed.
A large and heavily tattooed yak sat beside Madam’s bed. Sunset glanced over towards him, noticing he had been glaring intensely at her the entire time. Smirking, she raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. He grinned back, his breath visibly steaming as it passed over the nose ring that hung over his upper lip.
Still grinning, the yak lumbered over to Sunset’s bed. “Mare! I hear you know how to show a yak a good time!” He bellowed.
Still smiling and staring straight back, Sunset soothed. “I know how to show anyone a good time. Every time with me is a good time.” Grinning widely Sunset continued. “What is my master’s bidding?”
Still grinning, the yak headed for the door. “I will show you. Come!” He called out over his shoulder.
Sunset left the bed and trotted after him, turning to Madam for instructions on the way out. Madam just smiled and waved her on. Sunset shrugged and continued after the yak.
When they were in the hallway with the door closed Sunset called out. “Master, where are we going?”
“My personal party room,” answered the yak. “Just follow me.”
“Yes, Master,” Sunset replied, trotting along behind him.
He led her back to the second stairs that led to the top floor of the brothel. Stepping out into the central patio she saw one of the larger rooms in the back corner had been decorated beautifully. It was well lit, with bowls of fruit and jugs of wine and nectar laid out for their enjoyment. The yak settled into the bed and turned to Sunset. “Feed me,” he bellowed.
Sunset took a basket of fruit and hopped up on the bed next to him. Sitting down facing him she placed a dangle of grapes before his lips and gently lowered them into his mouth. He leaned up and snapped his lips around the bunch, stripping them all off and swallowing them with one bite.
“Are you trying to starve me slave! Feed me!” He bellowed again.
Sunset placed an apple in his mouth which he immediately chewed and swallowed. Sunset quickly worked her way through the entire basket.
With his last bite, Sunset suggested, “Would my master like some wine to go with his fruits?”
“Yes, fetch me wine!” Agreed the yak loudly. Sunset rose, taking the now empty basket with her and returned to the table. She took a cup and one of the pitchers of wine and returned to the yak’s side. Pouring wine into the cup she held it up to the yak.
“Your wine, master,” she said. The yak just glared at her and opened his mouth. Internally Sunset groaned. She carefully held the cup to his lips and poured the wine into his mouth and over his tongue as he lapped it greedily. When the cup was empty he glared at her, so she refilled it and poured it carefully into his mouth again.
She repeated this several more times until the pitcher was empty. She then left his side to get more wine and fruit but he grabbed her roughly. “Who said you could leave slave! You’re a unicorn! Use your magic!” He cuffed her upside her head.
“As you are no doubt aware, master, I cannot. You have ringed in my magic so I no longer have it. I will fetch what you need now,” Sunset reasoned. She once again rose to leave.
He roughly grabbed her again and pulled her to him. “Maybe I want something more fun. Maybe I want to hear you scream,” growled the yak. He yanked her head down to his and evilly glared into her eyes. “I’m going to drink deeply your blood and terror,” he smiled.
‘Buck this,’ Sunset thought. Smiling back, Sunset cupped his massive head in her hooves. “And I will give you a night you will never forget,” she purred as his eyes rolled back into his head. When he was completely insensate, she rose from the bed and crossed over to the table. Pouring herself a glass of spiced wine from the pitcher, she tossed it back and shook her head.
“What an unpleasant individual,” she commented to herself.
“I assure you, you don’t know the half of it,” agreed a voice behind her. She turned to find Madam sitting behind her smirking.
“Madam,” exclaimed Sunset, bowing. “Once again, I didn’t hear you enter. You are quite stealthy, my mistress.”
“A talent I possess that has served me well,” agreed Madam. Sunset poured a cup of spiced wine and brought it to her mistress. Madam took it smiling.
“So attentive! I think I shall miss you when you move on,” smiled her Mistress.
“Move on? Madam, I don’t understand?” Sunset dissembled.
“I have advised our masters of your talents. Given what I have seen here and before, I fully expect they will be moving a mare of your skills to their more valuable properties soon. I hate to lose your skills, but I will be well considered for making them aware of your talents,” explained Madam, sipping her wine.
Madam continued, “But I won’t really be losing those talents, will I?” She grinned. “So tell me of your time with my Radiant. She has learned the practice of your art?”
Sunset poured herself another cup of wine, and refilled her Madam’s cup. Taking a sip of her wine, Sunset smiled. “I can see how you have earned your position, my mistress. Nothing escapes your notice. Yes, I was not sure Zebrican arts would work with your Kitsune magic, but was delighted to find working with Radiant yesterday that not only does it, but she is a capable and willing student. She was already mastered the basics of the craft in one afternoon and ran through several sessions with me as her mentor and subject. We have invited Pleasant and Fragrant to join us tomorrow for a session where I will have her teach them, as nothing firms up knowledge like teaching it to another.”
“Please keep me informed of how this proceeds,” instructed Madam.
Sunset nodded. “Of course, my mistress. It will be done.” The yak started to twitch on the bed. “If my mistress will excuse me, I have a very unpleasant fantasy to continue.”
Madam grinned and raised her cup. Sunset bowed then jumped back up on the bed, whispering into the yaks ears as Madam finished her wine and left.
Several hours later, Sunset reappeared before Madam, looking cowed being pulled by her mane by the yak. “Your claims of her skills were understated! I have never had such an interesting experience with a mare. I will make a place for her with my prized possessions. Have her ready for me in two days!” He bellowed, tossing her to Madam.
Madam nodded as Sunset laid on the floor. She looked down in concern at Sunset, who winked back at her hidden from the yak’s view. Madam smiled. “It will be as you command,” she bowed.
The yak grunted and left. Sunset looked up, smiling. “Madam, you called it,” she grinned.
“Indeed I did. You are dismissed for the evening, Shimmering. Do not disappoint us,” she smiled, waving Sunset off. Sunset bowed, then left, heading for the baths.
She entered the bathroom and performed her ablutions, then washed herself thoroughly and joined her friends and several others in the bath.
“Do you know who that was who selected you?” Radiant asked.
“A brute with fantasies that would make the Brute blush?” Laughed Sunset.
“Besides that,” laughed Radiant back. “That was the clan leader! It’s he who owns all of us and the brothels. And you smile! Truly you will not be with us long!”
“You’re not wrong,” agreed Sunset more seriously. “I am to be moved from here by the day after tomorrow. We really must move your lessons along so you are prepared to practice my arts without me. I would not leave you helpless once I am gone.”
“What can we do? Will the few hours we have tomorrow be enough?” Asked Radiant.
“I don’t know. I would rather we worked together tonight too to be safe. Is that possible?” Sunset answered.
“Technically no. But I will arrange something with our mother. She will help us,” whispered Radiant. Sunset nodded.
When the time came, they all exited the tub, dried and returned to their rooms. Radiant excused herself to seek out the house mother. Sunset returned to her room and laid out on her bed, waiting to see what would happen.
A short time later her door was partially opened and a yak looked in. Seeing her on her bed he grunted then shut and barred the door.
Several minutes later Sunset heard her door being unbarred and opened. Radiant, Pleasant, and Fragrant were there with the house mother. She motioned them in then closed and barred the door behind them.
Sunset motioned them over to the bed. “Come on up ladies. Don’t know if you heard but our time together is short. Radiant and I are going to teach you the Zebrican art of Suggestion.”
The vixen’s crossed the room and climbed up on the bed around Sunset. This was going to be a long night.
Sunset watched as Radiant entered her friends minds, explaining to them what she was doing and guiding them through the process. Radiant crafted a shared experience for them with only minor suggestions and clarifications from Sunset throughout the process. Sunset was proud of how well her friend had grasped the fundamentals of mind magic, intuitively walking her friends through the process as well.
Once the shared experience was complete, they split up, Radiant working with Fragrant and Sunset with Pleasant. They let their partners take them through a session, then traded partners and went again. To the delight of all of them both Pleasant and Fragrant proved apt and able studies, with more than enough magical prowess to handle the skill. By the time the morning came and the house mother knocked on the door to rouse them for breakfast, Pleasant and Fragrant had both led several sessions each and taken a turn at teaching the craft as well. Sunset felt much better after this as they used the bathroom to perform their ablutions, washed, and joined their fellow residents for breakfast.
After breakfast, their session with Madam, and lunch, they decided to each try taking other residents with them to teach. Radiant, Pleasant, and Fragrant each pulled aside vixens they thought might be interested to work with them while Sunset approached the mares.
“Mares, how would you like to learn some Zebrican magic?” Sunset asked. They all responded enthusiastically, so the six of them met at Sunset’s room where she stepped them through a shared session.
“That’s not Zebrican magic! That’s forbidden mind magic! And how are you doing that?” One one the unicorn mare’s challenged. “Were you not ringed like us?”
Sunset silenced her. “First, it is Zebrican magic or how would I do it? I am clearly ringed as you are as you can plainly see. And secondly even why would you say that even if it were true? Do you not wish to learn this technique? Would you rather invite the wrath of our masters?” She challenged. The mare cringed in apology. “Never question or show doubt before our so called masters. Never give them a reason to doubt or punish us. Remain united before them. That is our one strength.” She then continued with their lessons. All six proved both motivated and adept at the craft.
By the time the house mother came to gather them for dinner, Sunset was confident in thier ability to guide their clients through a session. Happy with the progress they had made, she joined her friends at their table.
The vixens where enthusiastic, sharing their stories of success as well. Sunset was hearted by this and shared her successes as well. Together the friends enjoyed their meal, then parted to prepare for the evening’s work.
The Beast was back, anxious for another session. He moved to Sunset immediately, grabbing her and dragging her behind him. Sunset winked at her friends as she passed, dragged along by the Beast to the Zanzibar room. There once again she fulfilled his every fantasy. When he was completely spent she begged him release her, which he happily did.
She reported to her Madam, sharing with her the success she had training her friends in the Art of Zebrican Suggestion, as well as their success in training others. Her Madam was beyond delighted with this news, dismissing her for the evening.
Sunset performed her ablutions, washed, then joined her friends in the bath.
“I was able to use your art of suggestion with my client this evening!” Enthused Radiant. “He said never has he felt so fulfilled! He is recommending his friends come to experience what I have offered.”
“The same for me!” Exclaimed Fragrant.
“Me too!” Nodded Pleasant.
“That’s wonderful!” Agreed Sunset. “I’m so pleased that you were able to learn so quickly and use the art. This will surely help keep you safer going forward.”
“May the goddesses will it!” Nodded Radiant, her friends nodding as well.
The four enjoyed their last bath together, knowing Sunset was to be moved the following day. When the time came to retire for the night, they dried off and with hugs retired for the evening. Sunset slept soundly knowing that she was leaving the mares and vixens better prepared to protect themselves from the dangers they were being forced to live with.
The next morning, Sunset rose and after quickly performing her morning ablutions and washing, she headed to the dining room to join her friends for breakfast. As she emerged from the stairwell two Yaks stood before her, blocking her way.
“Masters, may I help you?” Asked Sunset, coming to a stop.
The Yaks parted, showing the Yak-uza boss behind them. He reached forward and grabbed her by her mane. “I am your master!” He roared. He pulled her along behind him.
“Master! Wait, I beg you!” Sunset shouted. “Please let the one known as the Beast follow after me!” She begged. “Do not leave him to vent his wrath on my sisters!”
The yak stopped. Turning, he faced her, face flushed with rage. He yanked her hard forward, holding her by her mane up to his face, her forelegs dangling under her. “You dare tell Me what to do! You dare tell me what to do!” He screamed. He slammed her face into the wall. She slumped unconscious in his grasp.
Dragging her along behind him, he exited the brothel with his guards, throwing her into a trunk in the back of his carriage and locking the lid before climbing into the carriage with his guards and driving off.