Prologue
Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.
A simple, yet powerful quote. It simply means that you think it enough, and it will become a solid part of the mind. This usually gets brushed over, but it does hold importance. Especially for somepony in my profession.
Oh, I didn’t explain who I am yet.
That can actually come a bit later on, but as I was saying.
Ahem...
I am a hypnotherapist. I’m kind of like a doctor, but one who focuses on the mind instead of the body. Whereas a doctor would give a pony Fluoxetine to deal with depression, I instead drop them into a state of increased suggestibility, and then find the root of the problem. Yes it takes longer, but the results are much better.
In laypony’s’ terms I dig out the roots while a doctor covers them up with soil.
Do keep in mind that that is a rough analogy of what I do, and that I’m limited to doing just that. While the patient is in this increased state of suggestibility I could give them a small suggestion, or thought. Repeat it enough and it becomes a solid part of them.
Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.
Through this method I could do anything. I could make somepony forget their age, what they ate for breakfast, and a whole bunch of other harmless suggestions.
Now unfortunately ponies of my vocation are very far and few inbetween, and we have unfortunately been plagued with... I would say scandals. Reports of ponies being dropped into this state only to be robbed, or be forced into committing horrible acts. Other reports of ponies coming out of trance only to find that they’ve been raped, and that a couple days later they’re pregnant with someone’s illegitimate child.
Yeah. Not the best reputation for a profession to have.
However I have at least one thing I’m thankful for.
Many of the ponies that reported the acts pointed towards a stallion who simply got the degree so he could have a power high.
Yes there is a degree for hypnotherapy.
Anyways.... As I was saying.
Many of the stallions in this position are untrustworthy, however being a mare I can sympathize with other mares. I make them feel comfortable, and I do legitimately help them through their problems. And no that’s not to say I don’t work with stallions, it’s just that I primarily work with mares.
It’s a trust thing I would guess. With all of the scandals I listed off a mare feels unsafe when she’s in a room alone with a male hypnotherapist, but by being a room with another mare they relax more, and don’t feel threatened.
What? No I’m not saying all mares are like this. I’m saying that some of them feel afraid, but there are still mares that go to other respected male hypnotherapists. And I’m also saying that not all stallions in this profession are bad, I’m saying some of them are. I have quite a few respected colleges who happen to be stallions.
Oh, did we get that off topic? I apologize. I just get a bit headstrong about things.
Anyways.... Where was I?
Oh yes.
I am trusted because I possess a solid reputation, along with the fact I get along with the female customer quota, but I still can’t exactly pay the bills. I only treat those with particularly hindering mental conditions, and there are only a couple people here in Manehatten that have anything really needing my expertise. Other times I was simply working with addictions that people wanted cured. So I had to turn to another, riskier source of income.
Erotic hypnosis.
As I stated earlier with the quote anything can be planted into the mind of a pony if they rethink the idea. And as I also said, this can apply to anything. Keeping this idea in mind I started secretly giving out services in erotic hypnosis.
To say I had a lot of customers would have been an understatement.
For a long while nearly every appointment slot was filled, and I was happy with the fact I would be getting some good money.
However that quickly changed when I discovered what type of crowd liked that form of recreational hypnosis.
.... Never again.....
What?
Oh, sorry. I just had some... Bad memories.
Well... Everypony that came in was in some way or another really deprived and pitiful. One stallion wanted me to turn him into a cockslave, and another wanted to become a dog.
Yes it was disturbing, but I luckily realized that I wasn’t cut out for straight up erotic hypnosis. I mean there were the occasional few who actually were enjoyable, but the rest were stallions wanting me to become their mistress, or rewrite their personalities.
It wasn’t the type of thing I wanted, so I returned to normal hypnotherapy.
However after a while I realized that I actually wanted to do erotic hypnosis, but with my previous experience I voted against entering that door once more. So instead I opted to add it in during a couple of my normal treatments.
I still remember how it all began. One minute I was leading a fuschia unicorn mare into a trance to help her deal with a chewing problem, and the next she was sitting in between my legs eating me out.
To say I was shocked was an understatement.
After hastily stopping her and gently erasing the memory from her mind I sent her on her way. At that moment I thought that my whole career was about to fall apart, but when the mare came back a couple of days later, and with an thank you basket no less, I calmed down.
From then on having ponies sexually please me became the norm. Mares, stallions, it didn’t really matter. As long as they didn’t have any diseases, and I was feeling particularly needy. I remember working with a married couple once, and I had it so that they did it right in my office.
That was hot....
But anyways....
What I am going to say is something very close to me, and happens to be my own life story. I’m going to tell you everything that I have done since I first got my cutie mark. Do you understand?
Good. Then allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Spiral Dream.
When I was a young filly I went to the Manehatten School for Unicorns. A prestigious school yes, but my parents wanted the best for their little filly. Now from the beginning I wasn’t the most striking girl, I had a brown coat with a dark blue mane, and some light purple eyes. Like I said, not the most striking.
However I did manage to make a few friends out of the school. A pair of identical twins who got cutie marks in acting, and a stallion who got his cutie mark in gardening. We were nearly inseparable.
You want me to describe them?
Alright.... Well the twins had golden manes and blue coats. You could tell them apart by their gender, one was a mare, and the other a stallion. And then Garden, the stallion, had a light brown coat, with a green mane.
The twins names?
I remember that out of the twins the stallion’s name was Mask, and Mirror was the mare’s. They did a lot of drama at the school, and were well known for their rendition of classical plays....
Sorry I got lost in old memories again.
It was Mid-December when I got my cutie mark. The others and I were having a sleepover at Garden’s house for the night, and we had a small little ring of pillows set up. We had also invited a couple other ponies that we knew along for the slumber party. One was a purple and pink mare named Rose Quartz, and the last was a blue and white stallion named Full Moon.
We were sitting around telling a couple of jokes, spreading rumors, and overall having a really good time. However Mask spoke up after a while.
“Hey I have an idea!” He stood up and looked around with a grin. “We should play truth or dare.”
I was a bit skeptical on the idea, especially since we knew he had a small crush on Rose, but I agreed to play. Garden nodded silently, and Mirror agreed it was a good idea along with everypony else.
Mask nodded and sat back down on his pillow. “Alright, who want’s to go first?” Everypony looked around before he continued. “Nopony?” He looked around a bit before nodding. “Alright. Spiral,” I squeaked a little as my name was said. “truth or dare?”
Of course I was nervous. I was the first picked, and he could have made me do anything. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I answered. “Truth.”
He gave a smile, and nodded towards Garden. “Have you... You know~ to Garden.”
Allow me to give you some more insight as to how old we were at the time. We had entered the teenage years when this happened, and at the time I was about fifteen. I wasn’t a stranger to my body, but to hear that from Mask of all ponies made me choke a little on my spit.
Mirror looked at him appalled. “Mask! You don’t ask a mare something like that!”
He back away a bit as he got some glares. “S-sorry. I-if you don’t want to answer then you do-”
“A little.” I interrupted him with a blush. “A little bit yeah....” You can imagine how embarrassed I was. I had just admitted that I masturbated to somepony, in front of them no less!
Mask blinked at me blankly as Garden choked up a bit. “R-really?”
Looking at him I gave a small nod. “Y-yeah.... You are cute....”
Mask cleared his throat, and we turned back to him. He was blushing a little as he spoke. “Alright.... Your turn Spiral.”
I wanted revenge. I didn’t want him to get off without feeling embarrassed, and I could tell he wasn’t expecting to like what I was going to say. Giving him a grin I spoke. “Mask.... truth or dare?”
He sweat a little as he answered. “Truth, no wa-”
I held up my hoof. “Too late, you picked.” Looking around I spoke. “Have you... You know~” I mocked. “to Rose?”
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and he looked like a glacier.
Mirror giggled a bit. “That’s what you get Mask.”
Rose was covering her mouth with a bright blush, and Garden was laughing it up. Full Moon was simply chuckling.
Mask sunk down a little and blushed as he slowly nodded his head in shame.
I trotted over and patted him on the back. “It’s okay... I’m not gonna hold it against you.” I walked back over to my spot, but not before looking at Rose. “Sorry for embarrassing you.”
She shook her head a little. “I-it’s okay.” She squeaked. “H-he kinda deserved it.”
Giving of an indignant ‘hey’ he rose up a bit. “Well since it’s my turn again.... Mirror, truth or dare?”
Mirror flicked her tail a little. “Dare.”
Mask nodded. “Alright... I dare you to have Spiral hypnotize you.”
Allow me to explain why he said that dare. A little while ago we had found a book about hypnotherapy in the school library, and I had taken a liking to it. They both knew that I loved that book, and that I had been wanting to try it out sometime.
I guess that Mask wanted to apologize in someway for his earlier question.
Mirror raised an eyebrow, looked at me, and nodded. “Alright.... Spiral if you would please.”
I stood up on unsteady legs and walked over to her, shaking a bit. “A-alright... Just get comfortable.” I closed my eyes, and brought to mind the spell diagrams that I had read about. “I want you to envision yourself on a beach. The sand warming you from underneath, and the sun warming your coat from above.” I breathed out of my nose, and continued. “Feel yourself relax as more comes to mind. The salty smell of the ocean, the seagulls, and the lapping waves.”
I kept on like that for a while. Sprouting out some easy induction phrases I kept up the glow on my horn, and kept pushing small thoughts over to her mind. After I felt like I had done enough I opened my eyes.
Mirror was laying down with her eyes closed. Her breathing had slowed down quite a bit, and from an overall observation I could tell her muscles were relaxed.
Mask looked at me. “Um... Spiral is she really...?”
I looked back at her and shrugged. “Let’s see.... Mirror, what’s something embarrassing that you’ve done before?”
She stayed quiet for a second before she spoke in a monotone. “One day I forgot my homework and begged you to give me yours.”
Ah, she lost her homework and didn’t want to fail. I gave her mine, and said I forgot the assignment at home. She made me swear to tell no one.
I blinked and quickly spoke. “Mirror wake up.”
She groaned for a second and lifted her head, blinking at us, and sitting up. “Ugh... What happened?”
Mask smirked. “Not much, just heard something interesting.”
She blinked in confusion before looking at me. Whatever she was about to say was derailed as Garden pointed at my flank. “Spiral, your cutie mark!”
Turning my head I was greeted by a bronze pocket watch with a spiral instead of the typical Romane numerals.
Of course I was happy. Every young filly is happy when they first find their cutie mark.
After discovering my talent we had a small party, and later on when my parents found out we had a small cutesenara to celebrate. My friends were as excited as I was, and I knew that no matter what my life would be special.
Oh how right I was.