The kinky adventures of the young beauty, musical prodigy and hypnotist Octavia Melody. Anthro.
[Cover art by CookieSkoon]
Octavia is a mare of many talents.
Many know she is a gifted cellist and composer of gorgeous classical pieces. Few know she is also a hypnotist-and a good one too. She uses this power mainly for her own...*cough*...benefit...
But who said she wasn't making others happy as well?
WARNINGS: Hypnosis, and expect Non-Consensual Sex as the story progresses. If you have anything against fem-dom...suck it up, twinkie.
Collab with LightMask, who was once my inspiration and is now my partner in writing kinky anthro pony secks.
Enjoy, everypony.
(1/5/15) EDIT: Made it into Recommended Fics in the Hypnosis and Mind Control group. Thank you all so much. It's an outright honor.
It was a cool, gentle night, and the lights of the city were glowing brightly, casting a soothing glow over the field of grass where the dinner took place.Tables were draped in soft white cloth and adorned with sparkling glasses, which were filled with such delectable alcoholic beverages as champagne and wines of many sorts.
These were eagerly enjoyed by the many guests, who were seated at these tables and talking amongst themselves about the events of their lives. Warm laughter and the general hum of voices drifted on the cool winds of the night. While some ponies were seated, others bustled about with drinks in hand or suspended by magic. The orchestra had set up an outdoor stage, too; one with great red curtains and a handsome glazed wood floor. A beautiful melody permeated the air, floating around the ears of the mares and stallions; the orchestra had chosen five of its most talented members (three earth ponies, a pegasus and a unicorn) to go onto the stage and do a freelance performance.
Among these five were the kind-hearted flutist mare Silver Zenith, whose shimmering gray mane and cream-yellow fur had captured the eyes of many a stallion, and quiet but always smiling bass guitarist Brick Road, who wore a pristine tuxedo over his deep red coat and a gray fedora on his well-groomed black mane.
On the violin and lyre, respectively, were Luxury Suite and Lyra Heartstrings. Lux, as he preferred to be called, was an architect and played violin as more of a hobby. Nonetheless, he often joined the orchestra in their performances. Tonight, he wore a handsome navy pinstripe suit which shimmered in the spotlights, his majestic sky-blue wings poking out from behind him and swaying slightly in the pleasant breeze. He had also taken the luxury of choosing a snappy maroon tie to accentuate his outfit. His fur was blue, paler than a summer sky, and his mane was the same color and even paler.
Lyra was a pretty young unicorn with a turquoise coat and turquoise-and-white striped mane. She was wearing a lovely leaf-green gown, which was low-cut in a rather risqué manner. Lyra was very big-chested, and she got quite a few blushing stares from stallions as she plucked away at the strings of her golden lyre, but one thing stopped her from getting even a fraction of all the looks.
The reason? The fifth member of the quintet on the stage was the most talented and most drop-dead-gorgeous member of the entire orchestra, the young beauty Octavia Melody.
How does one describe Octavia? To be quite honest, "beauty" would be a bit of an understatement. Octavia was a brownish-gray mare with a long, silken jet-black mane. She was well known for being quiet, intelligent, and composed (no pun intended). Her face was flawless, especially with the light dusting of makeup she wore. Her eyes were a bright, lucid purple color, but were now closed as she swayed to the soft but somber flow of the quintet's sound and played her cello with amazing precision. Octavia wasn't quite as bosomy as Lyra, but even so, her simple black dress gave her bust the perfect amount of attention...and drew it from the stallions in the first few rows. Enough stallions to get quite a few mares glaring at their husbands.
But what really made Octavia so irresistible was her lower body. She had quite a pair of hips, which were not too wide and not too slim, but even these were trumped by her supple backside. It was large, jiggly, and, for the few who had been privileged so to lay hands on it, silky soft. And of course, for tonight's event, Octavia had been careful to select a dress that was not only black (the color suited her fur wonderfully), but also hugged her rump in a most intoxicating fashion.
Octavia didn't mind the looks she got as she passed through crowds of ponies. If anything, the infatuated smiles she recieved from stallions who had their chins in their hands and elbows on their tables served to flatter her. It wouldn't be proper for her to openly advertise that she enjoyed this type of attention, though, so she kept fairly quiet about it.
At this moment, the quintet was wrapping up its final few bars of melody. After this, food would be served, and later, dessert. Octavia herself was enjoying her stage time, her bow gently gliding across the strings and producing a deep, robust sound that mingled with the flute, bass, violin and lyre. The night air seemed to sweep up this collective body of music and cast it through the night air and across the grass like an invisible cloud, showering the partygoers with rich and sharp notes. She swayed subtly to and fro to the rhythm of the song. The atmosphere was perfect.
At last, the quintet finished their performance. There was a thunderous swell of clapping as the ponies who were enjoying their various spirits applauded the five ponies. A good number of roses flew from the crowd, and each performer was sure to take one before bowing (or curtsying, in the case of the ladies). They picked up their instruments and began to walk offstage. All except for Octavia, that is, who simply laid her cello on the ground.
Someone handed her a microphone from behind the curtain. Octavia then brought the mic to her lips and cleared her throat, signaling that it was okay to stop clapping. Smiling warmly and looking over the now-quiet crowd, she began to speak in her gentle accent. Her voice played from concealed speakers somewhere onstage.
"Hello, ladies and gentlecolts, and thank you for attending our symphony and dinner party." Octavia said. She had to pause and wait calmly as a slightly muted wave of applause began.
Once it had ended, she spoke again.
"Thank you all very much for attending this event. We hope you are all enjoying yourselves and the music. Food is being served now, and dessert will be served in twenty minutes." At this point, waitrons dressed in crisp black-and-white outfits had indeed begun to scurry about the tables, scribbling down the dishes that the partygoers ordered on small notepads.
Octavia continued. "Before we dine, I would like to toast to the well-being and happiness of us all. Any who wish to join me are entirely welcome to do so." Octavia produced a glass and a bottle of wine from behind her cello case. Deftly popping the cork, she poured a glass and set the bottle down at her side. The simple act of bending over to place down the wine fetched the gaze of most of the stallions in the audience. A young colt in the front row actually fainted.
Octavia, for the sake of her public reputation, pretended not to notice. She straightened her back and held her glass to the night sky. Everyone joined her, the sole exception being the incapacitated colt, whose Chardonnays had spilled all over his trousers.
Octavia smiled warmly. "To prosperity."
The crowd spoke back in a muddle of voices, some young, some old. "To prosperity."
Octavia sipped her wine as glasses tilted all across the field. All was well.
It was such a beautiful evening to attend the recital and dinner. Holding it outdoors was an excellent idea, as well. And, best of all, he got to dine with four of the most talented musicians in the Canterlot Orchestral Ensemble.
Noteworthy was a considerably handsome stallion with dark blue fur and a navy mane. Fitting to his name, his cutie mark was a cluster of three eighth notes. He was an all-around string musician who sold records at a shop in Ponyville Plaza. He had become fairly prestigious, and soon received an invitation to the orchestra's performance in Canterlot. He was eager to attend, choosing his finest vest and necktie for the occasion.
After he had arrived late due to a carriage breakdown, four of the quintet's members ("Octavia's helping to dismantle the stage." Brick Road had said) had seen him wandering about and were kind enough to offer him a seat at their table. Once greetings were exchanged, he had quickly gotten settled in, ordered, and begun conversing with the table's occupants.
Silver Zenith was quietly enjoying a garden salad, while Brick Road and Lux consumed similar plates of assorted vegetables. Lyra hadn't eaten anything, and instead had chosen to consume a few too many glasses of champagne.
"So, Noteworthy. How's life treating you?" Lyra said, punctuating the end of her sentence with a suppressed hiccup.
Noteworthy turned to Lyra and smiled. "Very good. Thank you for asking."
"Lyra, you shouldn't have your elbows on the table. That's not proper." Lux said in his smooth voice. He gracefully picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
Lyra shifted her arms into her lap and turned to Lux. "Loosen up a bit, Luxy. It's a party. It's s'posed to be fun." She lidded her eyes halfway and gave her best seductive look. Seeing how tipsy she was, she looked more like a griffon in heat.
Lux was unfazed, but still smiling. "I'm aware, Lyra, but it's a formal party. There is an etiquette here. It's not like one of Pinkie's and Vinyl's parties; there's no loud, obnoxious "wubs", we try to keep the atmosphere generally calm, and there's none of that-" Lux grinned and sighed. "-what is it called? Ah yes, 'twerking'. There's no twerking. It's a different kind of party."
Lyra leaned back in her chair and sighed, unintentionally holding her chest out. "Bonnie's really good at twerking..."
Brick Road and Silver Zenith looked up from their plates and simultaneously mouthed "She's a lesbian."
Noteworthy nodded slightly, grinning.
Lux just stroked his forehead. "Lyra, if you haven't gathered, openly voicing your enthusiasm for your partner's aptitude at performing posterior-oriented dances also violates said etiquette somewhat."
Lyra giggled like a child. "It's like you're speaking another language, Luxy."
Noteworthy decided to lead the topic in a more mature direction, as Silver and Brick were too busy judging Lyra and Lux to interject.
Turning back to Lux, he said, "So, Mr. Lux, are you in a steady relationship with somepony?"
Lux smiled warmly at Noteworthy. "Indeed I am. We're very happy to be together."
Noteworthy nodded. "And who would this lucky mare be?"
Lux stiffened momentarily.
"I'm afraid you misunderstand." he said, grinning slightly and setting down his wine. "I prefer the romantic company of stallions to mares."
Noteworthy blinked. "So you're gay."
Muted snickers ran around the table.
Lux chuckled a little himself. "I suppose that would be a more concise way of putting it." He took another sip.
Noteworthy shook his head slightly. He was finding out a lot about this group just for spending a mere five minutes with them.
He turned to Brick. "So, where's the rest of the orchestra?"
In response, the stallion simply gestured across the expanse of the dining area, and Noteworthy noticed that there were indeed ponies dressed in the orchestra's signature uniform, a deep maroon suit with gray trousers, scattered about. This led Noteworthy to wonder why the quintet wasn't in uniform like the rest of them.
As if reading his mind, Silver Zenith looked up and said, "We were pardoned from wearing our uniforms. Since we were performing, just the five of us, after the main concert, we were allowed to wear something else to distinguish us from the other members."
Noteworthy looked at her. "Kind of a hierarchy you have going on here."
Silver shrugged. "I wouldn't call it that. We try to keep things even here, actually; no matter how talented a pony is, they aren't held in any higher esteem than a newer pony with less experience. Octavia is usually the voice of reason here. She keeps things in line, makes sure that everypony is treating each other fairly."
Noteworthy nodded. "Speaking of which, you'd think she'd be done by now. It's been nigh an hour and a half." He craned his neck to look at the collapsed stage. The cellist was nowhere in sight.
Lyra snorted. "Probably off hypnotizing some poor sap."
Lux shot Lyra a bladed look. "You've had about enough to drink, young lady!"
Noteworthy looked to Brick for an explanation. He sighed and gestured subtly to Lyra. "As our tipsy friend says, Octavia is actually a seasoned hypnotist."
Noteworthy's eyes shot open. "Fascinating!"
Silver nodded. "She's an expert at rapid inductions. To briefly explain, those are small sequences of movements, like a finger snap or a tug on the arm, that can jar the mind and make it easier for her to quickly put he inductee into a light trance. From there, she can deepen the trance, making them increasingly suggestible."
Noteworthy nodded. "Amazing! I don't know much about hypnosis at all."
Lux chuckled softly. "I've found it a mite hard to wrap my head around myself. If you can find Octavia out here, I'm sure she'd be more than delighted to explain it to you in greater detail."
Notworthy nodded. "Good idea. I'll have a look around." He began to get up out of his seat.
"Hold on, Noteworthy." Silver said. She was grinning faintly. "You should probably fix your tie."
The blue earth stallion looked down at his tie. It was twisted. Dammit.
He nervously straightened it and slipped it back to its normal position. "Thanks for that." He said to Silver, wiping his brow. "I wouldn't want to look indecent at a gathering like this."
Silver nodded. "Not a problem. I made similar mistakes at your age. Once, I was flighty enough to wear striped socks with a short dress." She shuddered. "Big mistake."
Noteworthy laughed heartily. Adjusting his tie again, he turned and walked into the cool breeze behind him. He then meandered across the field towards the stage, dodging waitrons and passerby.
Halfway there, he just had to pause and take in the atmosphere. It was so welcoming, with the scents of delectable food and spirits drifting on the wind, gentle light from street lamps illuminating soft white cloth. People laughing, people smiling. Noteworthy loved how the same joy of pounding, electric raves or pre-teen dance parties could be felt here, in such an indirect way.
He smiled and closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath and holding it. He looked skyward, basking in Luna's glorious shimmering light.
And then he was on his way again, softly singing under his breath:
"Everypony here is out of sight... They don't bark and they don't bite, They keep things loose, they keep things light. Everypony was dancing in the moonlight."
Have you ever tried to find a grey mare with a black mane at a time of day where anything beyond a few feet is those exact shades? It isn't easy.
This simple but difficult challenge was becoming a significant thorn in Noteworthy's side as he trawled the field for Octavia. He was beginning to wish he hadn't been so quick in deciding that nighttime was indeed a good time to hold the recital; that particular opinion was beginning to waver as he realized that he couldn't even see the mare he was looking for.
After what seemed like an hour of walking, squeezing through tightly packed bodies, and squinting, Noteworthy finally reached the stage. To his immediate disappointment, the cellist did not seem to be anywhere near it; two young and dressy stallions were the only ponies to be seen. The two were happily talking to each other, and one held a teacup in one hand. Well, Noteworthy reasoned, they may have seen where she went...
He cleared his throat.
"Evening, gentlemen!" He smiled and waved briefly as he began to stroll up to them.
They stopped chatting and looked at him, smiling and returning his wave. "Evening!"
Once he had reached the two, Noteworthy was able to get a closer look at them. One was a red-furred and maroon-maned earth stallion, and the other, who sported a horn, had cream-white fur and a black mane, with a slightly scruffy look to it, and was sipping from his teacup. Both wore pressed gray suit jackets and black trousers.
Noteworthy stopped in front of them and extended a hand to the red one. "Name's Noteworthy."
"Charmed." he replied. He had a very smooth and cheerful voice. "Mine's Red Velvet. Feel free just to call me Red." Red gestured briefly to the stallion next to him. "This is my good friend Feather Quill."
Noteworthy shook Feather's non-teacup hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Feather smiled eagerly. "The pleasure is all mine, Noteworthy."
Red cocked his head slightly. "Now, if you don't mind me asking, I know a man on a mission when I see one. Is there anything you need our assistance in?"
Noteworthy nodded. Sharp guy. "Indeed. I was looking for Octavia, and was informed that she was working here. Have you two seen her, perchance?"
Red raised his eyebrows. "Ahh! Yes, I believe I have. If I'm not mistaken, she went over" he turned and pointed to a rise in the field a walking distance away. "there. She said she needed some fresh air. I wasn't here for the setup of the stage, but Feather here informed me that she just did some work on the stage and headed out."
Noteworthy nodded happily. "All right. Thank you so much, Red. You two be sure to have a fine evening."
He set off at a quick pace towards the hill, the cool breeze lapping at his cheeks once again. Feather seems like a nice guy, he mused. Shame he seems to be the quiet type.
Back at the stage, Red shook his head and tsked. "Ah, young lovebirds. So many of them."
This drew a laugh from Feather. "This is probably true! He did seem like a handsome young man, so he might have half a chance with her."
Red planted his hands on his hips and watched Noteworthy walk away. "I wouldn't think so. She's a very reserved mare, and I know this for a fact. I dated her."
Feather blanched. "You what??"
Noteworthy paused, and his ears twitched. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he heard a fit of laughing.
The cool wind lapped at her face as she gazed calmly at the night sky, arms folded squarely over her stomach. She took in the earthen scents of the night: trees, damp soil, and the many other refreshing aromas carried on the breeze.
Sounds could be heard, too: a mesmerizing cocktail of swishing trees, chirping birds, leaves rolling on the ground, and even the low constance of the crowd back in the dining a area. It was such a brilliantly gentle cacophony. A musical piece of its own, she mused.
Octavia didn't like to be in the midst of chattering crowds. It clouded her focus and, to be truthful, generally drove her up the wall. So, after she and Lux's construction crew took down the stage, she made it her top priority to just sit down in the grass up on that beautiful hill over there and relax. Of course, it's always easy for sitting to become laying down in such a calm, dark area of nature.
And so there she lay. You can imagine her surprise when her eyes were just beginning to drift shut and there came a sounding "OOF!" from behind her.
She turned with the intention of reprehending whoever found it absolutely necessary to interrupt her thoughts quite verbosely. However, she was stricken silent when she took in the stallion before her.
He wasn't too tall, nor that short to be honest. If anything, in her eyes anyways, he had enough height to compliment to small amount of muscle he possessed. To Octavia he looked quite handsome.
"Are you alright?" She moved forward to help him up from his position. "Did you hurt anything?"
"No... No I just tripped on something." He slowly stood and brushed off his suit, which was now partly stained with dirt. He gave her a small look over. "Are you by any chance Octavia Melody?"
Octavia politely nodded. "I am, yes." She brushed a hand through her mane. "Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
He blinked and nodded. "Oh, yes of course. I am Noteworthy," he held out his hand. "A pleasure."
"The saxophone player for the Ponyville Town Troupe?" Octavia gave him a small look.
"Ah... Well, I play more than saxophone, but yes." He nodded a little, trying not to break composure. She has such a classy voice, he thought, blushing ever so faintly. Trottingham?
"If I recall correctly... You were at the Gala, were you not?"
Noteworthy raised an eyebrow. "I helped some mares attend. I had no invitation."
"Ah..." Octavia gave a nod. "Well, either way it is nice to properly meet you instead of watching you leave the castle."
Noteworthy had to stifle a laugh. "Same."
Octavia kept silent for a few moments before speaking. "What brings you here, Mr. Noteworthy?"
"This is slightly awkward now that I dwell a bit more upon this, but I must know." He took a small breath and looked at Octavia. "I'm curious about hypnosis, and I was wondering if you would mind telling me some things."
Octavia stayed silent for a few more seconds before motioning to the grass where she was previously laying. "Come, have a seat and I'll share with you what I know." With an excited, yet dignified nod, Noteworthy calmly sat down on the grass. Octavia slipped off her shoes before resting on her knees. "How much do you know so far?"
"Not much." Noteworthy rested his hands on the cool grass. "I know that you do quick inductions, but that's the limit of my knowledge."
Octavia nodded. "I take it you learned from Lux?" She held up a hand. "Do not act surprised. I attended the same psychology course as him."
"I see...." Noteworthy nodded slowly. "But yes, I learned that from him."
"Well, do you know why inductions work?"
Noteworthy shook his head.
"Alright." Octavia cleared her throat. "The conscious mind is what processes things around us, sights, sounds, and the other senses are part of it." She closed her eyes and sighed. "They are also part of the subconscious. The part of the mind that dictates memory."
"Fascinating." Noteworthy was soaking up her words with a look of awe.
"Thank you." Octavia nodded. "But the reason I mention this is because through inductions, the mind can be shocked into a trance, tuning out the conscious mind." She smiled. "Through practice I dare say you could block it completely."
Noteworthy leaned back. "What would happen if somepony did that?"
"Well," Octavia paused for a second. "I would assume that if that were to happen the person affected would follow any command given without shame." Octavia laughed gently. "But that's impossible, the subconscious is also a primal part of a person's mind. It defends the body from harm via instinct and the flight or fight response."
Noteworthy tilted his head. "So a hypnotized person can't do anything to harm themselves?"
"Or if it is something they are uncomfortable doing." Octavia nodded. "You catch on fast."
Noteworthy nodded. This was amazing! "Thank you."
"I'll give you an example. What is something you're very afraid of?" Octavia asked.
Noteworthy thought for a moment. He shuddered faintly as his mind wandered across a particularly unsettling childhood memory. One involving a low cliff, the ocean and a rather pushy cousin.
"Heights."
Octavia sensed his discomfort. "You needn't relive it. It was just a question."
Noteworthy inhaled deeply, then shook his head to clear his mind. "I'm quite alright; thank you."
Octavia nodded. "So, let's say you were in trance, standing on top of your house. If I were there, and I told you to jump off the edge, you wouldn't be able to. Some part of you might want to obey the command, but your phobia would override it."
"That makes sense." Noteworthy replied, trying not to visualize jumping off his house.
Octavia laughed sweetly. "I'm so sorry if this is bringing back unpleasant memories. Let's talk about something else now that you know what you sought to."
Noteworthy nodded, but had to look away to hide the blush on his face. He could have sworn his heart did a little flip when she laughed...
Octavia slowly sank back, falling backwards into the cool grass and gazing up at the stars and moon once more.
Noteworthy shook off his daze and joined her, doing his best not to sneak a look at her protruding chest. You're a gentleman, Noteworthy, he reminded himself. A gentleman.
She spoke again. "So, you play trombone, but you say you play other instruments...what are they?"
Noteworthy didn't answer immediately. He had one last question that was tying his mind in knots.
"Noteworthy? Are you all right?"
He suddenly jumped a little and shook his head vigorously, clearing his mind. "Ahaha! Yes, I'm sorry, something just...suddenly made its way into my head."
Octavia paused, smiling a little inwardly. "What would that be?"
He nervously mopped his brow. "Well, erm...after your description of how hypnosis works, I kind of...wanted to..."
"Experience it for yourself?" Octavia finished, her inner smile working its way onto her lips.
Noteworthy paused, blushing, and then nodded slowly. "Yeah."
Octavia smiled. They always said something like that sooner or later.
"Well, if you're absolutely certain that you'd benefit from knowing what it feels like to be hypnotized, then yes. I could certainly lead you into a trance." She sat up and faced him.
He nodded, becoming slightly nervous as he realized he didn't have a semblance of a clue of how it felt to be under.
Octavia had clearly dealt with this before. She gave that heartmelting smile again, and Noteworthy could feel his anxiety slipping away. Her eyes were so alluring...
"Noteworthy, don't be afraid. I haven't met a pony, mare or stallion, who did not thoroughly enjoy the feeling of being hypnotized. It isn't forced, it feels like you're in control, and if you don't want to be in control, you can just let your mind slip and relax even more." Octavia soothed, gently placing her palm on Noteworthy's knee.
Noteworthy breathed in deeply. You asked for this, he reminded himself. You're in control.
He gave a quick nod. "I'm ready."
Octavia nodded as well. "All right then. What I am going to do is use a rapid induction to lead you into a light trance, lead you deeper and let you get comfortable, and then have you gradually wake up. I'm not going to give you any triggers, and if you're getting uncomfortable with what I'm doing, just tell me to stop."
Noteworthy smiled. "All right. Thank you...I'm feeling much less on edge about this now."
Octavia laughed. "Good. Now, let's begin" She shifted over to him and extended one lithe hand. She spoke one word. "Shake."
Noteworthy's heart rate quickened, not just from the silent intensity of the moment, but from the fact that he could have sworn that Octavia waved her butt at him just a little bit as she shifted positions. He tried to hide his blush as he reached out to take her hand. Focus, Noteworthy...
Unfortunately, his hand didn't make it. Octavia didn't even break eye contact as she gently took him by the wrist and quickly brought his own palm to his face. The last thought that ran through Noteworthy's head was:
Shock...now I get it...
And then as soon as his palm touched his face, she said one more word, this time loudly and firmly: "Sleep."
His mind slipped away as he fell into her warm embrace and drifted into darkness.
He was profoundly annoyed, too. Thoughts ricocheted inside his skull as he led the drunken girl down the dimly lit Ponyville road. Mostly thoughts along the lines of, "I told her she had a low tolerance. I TOLD her she would end up acting like a giggling mint leaf. But NOOOOOOOOOO.".
Lyra pouted as the motley duo ambled down the street. "Luxy, this is-HIC-embarrassing." She shook her head lazily. "I d-di'nt needa be walked home like some kinda baby."
Lux rolled his eyes. "Lyra, you were drunk enough to try and flash me. I know you're a well-endowed girl in the chest department, but honestly. I know you well enough to know that you'd understand I find sexual company in stallions." He paused and added, "Not to mention lowering your garments in public is extremely rude."
Lyra tried to follow the sentence, slowing her uneven gait. "Umm..."
After a few seconds, she shrugged and giggled. "Come on, Luxy. You-HIC-liked my boobs, I can tell."
He sighed. "May we progress to the next topic, please?"
Lyra booped him on the nose. "Of course, gay boy." She hiccuped again.
Lux ignored the arguably derogatory nomer. "Next time, I think that we'll just allow you to drink tonic water instead of alcohol. I'm somewhat tired of having to walk you home whenever you get your hands on a glass of liquor."
Lyra slumped. "Lu-Luxy...-HIC-...that's mean."
Lux simply rolled his eyes and kept walking. "It's for your health, Lyra."
Eventually they reached Lyra's home. Lux slowly led her to the doorstep and rapped on it gently.
The door opened to reveal Bon Bon, Lyra's marefriend and housemate. She was dressed in a loose T-shirt and black tights that perfectly showed off her wide and toned flank. Her blue-and-pink hair was let down, and by the damp look of her cream-yellow fur it would seem that she just came out of the shower.
Octavia's hand gently rocked a sleeping Noteworthy's head in circles.
She placed a few gentle but firm taps on his chest as she spoke. "Deep asleep. Every inch of you, every muscle in your body, all of it, is just so limp and tired. You just want so badly to let go and sleep..."
The beautiful cellist lowered Noteworthy, who was fast asleep, into the grass and began massaging his temples ever so lightly.
"Noteworthy. Can you hear me?"
Noteworthy nodded, his entranced face not moving an inch.
Octavia smiled and brushed his hair. Perfect. He was under.
"Good. Now, listen to the sound of my voice." She lightly cleared her throat as she wondered what to do with him. She could, of course, just bring him back to consciousness.
She mentally shrugged. Nah. What would be the fun in that?
An idea occurred to her and she smiled. Oh, yes. That would be fun...
She calmly spoke to the still-hypnotized Noteworthy. "Noteworthy...open your eyes. You are still deeply entranced, but you can see."
Noteworthy's eyes drifted open. He stared dully into space.
Octavia rubbed his chest gently. “Good... Very good. Feel yourself relax more and more...." She gave his body a look over, thinking over what she would do.
I obviously can't do much here, she thought. I have to get away from the crowd.
"Noteworthy... I'm going to give you some instructions... Some commands." Octavia smiled gently and stroked his hair. "You won't remember these unless you think really hard on them. Understand?"
Noteworthy gave a small nod.
"Good...You want to join me after the event is over...You felt so good going under that you want me to do it again." She paused to let it sink in. "You're going to accompany me home."
Noteworthy nodded blankly. What a fantastic idea!
Octavia smiled. Noteworthy seemed to be extremely suggestible. Excellent. In that case, she decided, I might as well add another command.
"Now, Noteworthy." the cellist continued, moving her hands from Noteworthy's hair to her lap. "Whenever I say the word..." She paused to consider, then continued. "...maple. Whenever I say the word maple, you're going to feel this feeling you have now, of peace and security and bliss..."
Octavia grinned. "You're going to tell me one thing that you hold as a secret. Something that you've told to few or even no ponies."
Another nod from Noteworthy. He didn't mind, his subconscious reasoned. As long as he got to sleep like this, so nice and wonderful and deep-
There was a loud snap by his ear, causing him to jolt awake. He let out an extremely rugged and masculine "EEEEK!".
Octavia put her lithe hand to her mouth and stifled a laugh.
Noteworthy smiled and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Octavia grinned at him. "How was your rest?"
"Wonderfully." Noteworthy looked back at Octavia, breathing out lightly. "That was absolutely wonderful. What was that you called it? A t.... A tr...."
"Trance." Octavia finished politely.
"I'm so sorry. Yes, trance." Noteworthy blushed. "It felt...like I was floating. Floating on a cloud at night."
"You got the night part correct." Octavia gestured to the sky.
"Indeed." Noteworthy sighed, realizing that his clothes were filthy with grass stains and flecks of dirt. He half-mindedly brushed himself off as he lay back in the grass. No way he was going to show himself to the crowd looking like this.
Octavia quickly lay next to him, and as she lowered herself into the cool grass, Noteworthy couldn't help but notice how amazing she looked. The moon reflected off her silken jet-black hair so perfectly, and her black dress...
Get ahold of yourself, you thickhead! Noteworthy scolded himself inwardly. You're gonna get yourself all bothered, and she's gonna notice and-
"Something the matter, Noteworthy?" That unbelievably soft voice of hers again.
Gulp, she noticed.
"Hah...it's nothing, Miss Melody." He grinned, blushing and nervously running a hand through his hair.
"Come on now." Octavia said with a laugh. "I can tell you're excited by my choice of apparel."
Oh, shit.
Noteworthy turned over onto his other side out of reflex, looking away from the cellist. He laughed nervously in response. "Ahahahaha! No, n-not at all!"
Octavia huffed in amusement, her hands folded over her skyward chest. "Noteworthy, it's fine to admit that my body is attractive. I've had to grow used to being so bottom-heavy, and so in turn I've had to grow used to stallions...mares, too, occasionally...becoming sexually uncomfortable around me."
Noteworthy turned back. "So...you have to deal with that a lot, huh?"
Octavia shrugged. "Having a voluptuous flank such as mine has its ups and downs, yes."
Noteworthy blushed madly. "I-I'm sorry. I've never talked with a mare who was able to be so...open about their..." He coughed.
"It's fine. I'd expect you to be so awkward." She frowned. "I'm sorry...I must be causing you a good deal of...stress right now."
Noteworthy continued blushing, preferring not to reply to that statement. "Er...Octavia? You wanted me to be honest about what I think of your body..."
Octavia looked at him calmly. "Of course, Noteworthy. Anything you have to say would be fine."
Noteworthy suddenly gathered up the confidence to blurt out what he had been holding in throughout the entire evening. The world seemed to stand still as the tension was shattered.
"Octavia Melody, you have the biggest, fluffiest, most beautiful butt I have ever seen."
Dead silence. Octavia was smiling.
Noteworthy paled nervously. The tension from only moments before had slipped back into the air. What if he had said the wrong thing? What if she thought he was immature? What if-
"That's very nice of you to say, Noteworthy." Octavia spoke so smoothly that Noteworthy just had to feel a little less nervous. He let out a noise that was half cough, half stutter.
Well, he thought. She certainly took that in stride.
Before he could respond, she began to get up. "I'm sorry to make you move from this beautiful little place, but I must return to my home." She looked at Noteworthy. "Care to join me?"
Sexual advance. SEXUAL ADVANCE, NOTEWORTHY, the stallion's inner self shouted to his outer self. Unfortunately, his outer self was fairly incapable at the moment.
"Uh."
Octavia stood up and gave a slight sway of her hips, and with it, her gorgeous flank. She looked down at an utterly stunned Noteworthy and smiled. That unbelievably sweet and warm smile.
Bon Bon was lying in bed with Lyra. Her unicorn fiancé was a bit more sober by now, lying drowsily under the covers with her chest up and her hands tucked under her pillow. Bon was lying on her side, facing Lyra, and about to fall asleep.
Lyra was a bit down. She moaned angrily. "Why can't I ever resist drinking too much at a public outing? I always end up having to get walked home."
Bon Bon shrugged and stretched as she slipped out of her almost-sleeping state. "I dunno. You need to get that under control...it's not like you're, like, an alcoholic or anything, but it's still happenin' and it's still gettin' ya walked home, and you always end up all miserable." She gestured to Lyra. "Like this."
Lyra chuckled. "I'm sorry, dearest Bon Bon. I just like to get a little loose." She idly skritched her forehead with a hand. "Maybe I should go to more raves."
Bon's eyebrow skyrocketed and she sat up in bed. "Oh, Tartarus no. You are NOT going to one of those crazy stoned dubstep orgies." She pointed at Lyra sassily. "You have any idea how high I got at Vinyl's collab mix last year? I wasn't even trying."
Lyra laughed. "Oh I have an idea, all right. Word went around that you popped of your jeans and started twerking to My Little Bass Cannon."
Bon gasped. "You know about that?!"
Lyra laughed. "I do now!"
Bon groaned and slumped back into her pillow. A few minutes passed and Bon was about to sleep again.
"Hey...Bon?"
The cream-coated mare made a noise that sounded like "Bluh", and opened her eyes. "Yeah, hon?"
Lyra turned to look at her. "You know Noteworthy? That quiet blue guy I told you about the other day?"
Bon nodded, yawning.
Lyra looked back up at the ceiling, shifting under the covers. "Well, he wanted Octavia to tell him about hypnosis. He walked off, and-"
Bon cut her off by laughing. "Hypnosis! Oh Celestia. You really think Octavia can hypnotize ponies?" She punctuated her second use of the h-word by waggling her fingers melodramatically.
Lyra shrugged, the simple motion making her breasts heave under the covers. "'Ey, I'm not particularly inclined to believe it either, but when Noteworthy came back, he was a bit different. Spacey." Lyra giggled. "He also looked really horny."
Bon snickered. "He'd probably just had too much vodka. Couldnt'a been hypnosis. That's all a load of fake-ass garbage."
Lyra shrugged. "Either way...something seemed up. You think maybe we should ask him if he's okay?"
Bon nuzzled back into her pillow. "Eh. You can."
Lyra laughed. "You're such a lazy ass."
Bon grinned. The last thing she said before she drifted off to sleep was,
"Hon...if there's one thing my ass isn't...it's lazy."
The house was a simple, yet definitely elegant one. The windows were polished and clean, with spotless oak shutters on the sides of each. Its walls were painted an attractive creamy white, and a brick chimney protruded from its gray-shingled roof. Cement steps guarded on both sides by curly black metal railings led up to a stained wooden door. Two blooming gardens sat on either sides of these steps, lined neatly by red bricks.
For a mare of such class, Noteworthy mused through his anxiety, she certainly has a fitting residence.
He and Octavia walked down the street, the cool night all around them. While a night stroll was usually a relaxing experience for Noteworthy, soothing his often-sleepless self and letting him experience the gentle sounds and scents of Luna's realm, tonight he was all nerves. Walking next to Octavia Melody, headed for what was presumably a one-night stand, would have effect on anypony.
The voluptuous cellist turned to him as they walked, her jet-black hair swinging mutedly against the backdrop of deep blue night. Noteworthy grinned sheepishly. He loved it when her hair did that. It was really cinematic.
"So...Noteworthy." She spoke in her endlessly attractive accent. "What would you like to drink? I have quite the variety of aged spirits."
"Oh, it's alright, Miss Melody." Noteworthy smiled bashfully, his feet scraping the pavement. "You don't need to break out the wine. I'm merely your guest."
I also drank just under my sobriety limit back there, he noted. Wouldn't want to tip that scale.
"Such a gentleman." Octavia laughed pleasantly, walking down the short dirt path leading to the house. "But no, I insist. I don't believe you even had anything to drink at the party?" She reached into her cleavage and pulled out what was presumably a house key.
Noteworthy shook his head a little. "I don't believe so, no."
Man, Noteworthy. You're a sucky liar, he chided himself.
Octavia walked up the steps, putting the key into the slot above the doorknob. "Then have some alcohol, Noteworthy. Unless you don't drink?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong." Noteworthy let out an awkward laugh and ran his fingers through his mane, which only seemed to get more tangled. "I love a good glass of champagne. I just didn't want to impose, right?"
Octavia chuckled softly. Noteworthy tried not to look at her butt, which, with him being at the bottom of the few stairs and her at the top, was directly in his face. It definitely wasn't the sort of thing that was easy to look away from.
After an agonizing (and possibly intentionally so) stretch of time, Octavia opened the door and walked inside. She gestured for Noteworthy to follow. "Come on in. Be sure to take your shoes off."
Noteworthy smiled and blushed, walking over the threshold of the doorway. His heart pounded, knowing what was in store for him. "O-of course!"
Octavia calmly walked over to a couch and sat down as gracefully as she could; kicking her shoes off to rest her legs upon a crystal coffee table. Letting out a relaxed sigh she patted the seat next to her. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
Noteworthy knelt down to remove his shoes, tucked them next to the door, and then closed said door behind him. “I-I was planning on that.” Giving a nervous smile he walked over and sat down, his hands politely on his lap, fingers twitching. Nervousness crawled over him once again as he sat under Octavia’s gaze. “So... How'll we go about this?”
Octavia lightly giggled. “Well.... The first thing you could do is relax. You look like I’m about to harm you.” Before he could retort Octavia held up her finger. “Tell me... Do you smell that?”
Noteworthy blinked. “Smell what?"
“Some cleaner I used.” Octavia calmly lied. “It should smell like maple.”
A dreamy look came over Noteworthy’s face, his body sagging back into the couch as his breathing slowed down. What was I thinking again?
Noteworthy let out a soft sigh and spoke, the trigger from earlier in the night taking effect. Somewhere in his conscious, he felt the cool breeze and the soft grass, the familiar atmosphere almost coaxing him. “Mmmm.... I sometimes enjoy sleeping in the nude....” He let out a chuckle. “It’s just relaxing.... I may even spend the whole day like that....”
“Really?” Octavia turned towards him; her hands gently pressing against his chest and igniting his nerves with warmth and pleasure. “Alright then.... Listen to me very carefully, Noteworthy.” Her hands went to slip off his jacket. “Just take nice, calm breaths... In, and out.... In, and out....”
Noteworthy let out deep breathes and smiled as his eyes fluttered. The relaxation given by the trigger helped him to easily follow along. “In.... Out....”
“Good.... So relaxed and calm... Just listen to my words and let them echo through your subconscious...”
Noteworthy let out a sigh and went limp under Octavia’s touch; his eyes gaining a glassy sheen.
Octavia gave a cursory glance over his body. Relaxed face, glazed eyes, slowed breathing. He was already in trance. She kept rubbing his shoulders before speaking. “Now.... Noteworthy, I want you to listen very carefully to my voice now. Focus on what I’m about to tell you.” She rocked his head gently and brushed his hair. “You trust me so much, don’t you, Noteworthy?”
“Trust.... So much....” Noteworthy mumbled out; his voice slurred. His head was pleasantly warm and blank.
“Yes. So very, very much.” Octavia cooed. “But I want you to listen, your mind happily agreeing with my words.” She gave a light blush. “Whenever you’re alone with me, and we’re not in public you’re going to take off and fold up all of your clothing.”
Noteworthy’s brow furrowed, but he accepted her words. I trust her.
Octavia noticed his discomfort and soothed him. “Listen to me, Noteworthy.... You do this willingly. You do it because it makes you feel so good.” She brushed some hair out of her face. “When someone is naked with another they’re open with that person, and you want to be open with me. You trust me enough to do this.... You trust me so much that you have no quarrels with either of us being nude together.”
In Noteworthy’s relaxed and dulled mind every word made absolute sense. Being nude did mean you were open with a person, and he did trust her quite a bit. A dreamy smile came to his face as he began to openly accept and merge the suggestion into his daily thought process.
Octavia brushed his hair out of his face. "Give me a nod if your subconscious registered that."
With the little strength he had, Noteworthy gave a subdued but apparent nod.
The cellist couldn't help but grin with glee. She put her hand next to his head, hovering it next to his right ear. "Perfect. Great job, Noteworthy. Now," she thought for a minute. “I’m going to count from one to three, and then on three I’ll snap my fingers. When you hear the snap you’re going to stand up and get ready to leave; to you we had a lovely talk to sooth your tension and it was so late you had to leave.” Octavia bit her lip a bit. “You won’t remember anything about the hypnosis, but you’re going to come back tomorrow.”
She reasoned that it'd be better send him out and have him come back tomorrow. At least, it would be for her. It'd also give a clear-cut confirmation of whether or not the trigger worked, and how well.
Once she had finished going over these new hypnotic instructions with her inductee, she counted to three and clicked her fingers, breaking the trance.
Noteworthy opened his eyes and groggily stood. By the time he was on his feet, his face, while a bit rosy from the sexual tension, showed that he was fully alert. He nodded his head a little and sighed. "Well, I'm sorry, Octavia, but I need to get home now. Thank you so much for having me over."
"My pleasure, Noteworthy." Octavia nodded to him. "And I hope you enjoyed the wine."
Noteworthy gave her a look that for some reason reminded Octavia of a cat looking skeptically over its shoulder? "Er...wine?"
Octavia snorted and shook her head, smiling. Whoops. "Nevermind. Show yourself out, and do have a good night."
Noteworthy laughed and walked slowly to the door, waving as he did. Octavia waved back with a knowing grin.
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Lyra was walking over the dirt ground of the bustling Ponyville Market. Her feet kicked up dust as she went. It was early morning, and she was a bit hung over from her drinking last night. She barely regretted it, though, and the resulting head-and-horn ache fortunately wasn't severe enough to stop her from getting some fruits and vegetables for her and Bon. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, which, as her candy-loving girlfriend had stated, made her naturally accented teal mane look fantastic. She wore a blue tank top and khaki shorts. Ponies went about their morning errands around her, chatting with their friends and buying all sorts of foods.
She looked around and spied a booth that was vending corn, a favorite food shared by both Lyra and Bon. Lyra grinned and did an inward fistpump. Score.
After she had nabbed a few ears and paid the vendor, she put the corn in the basket and was about to head out when she spotted, lo and behold, Noteworthy. The blue stallion appeared to be buying some bell peppers from a vendor she had visited earlier, a nice old mare with maroon fur and a vine for a cutie mark, which was embroidered on her lacy red dress. She grinned and jogged over to him, hoping to get his attention.
"You sure you don't want one of these hot Cerberus peppers, sweetie?" Lyra heard the old mare say as she approached the booth. Her hand was shakily patting a jar filled with sickle-shaped peppers of a deep crimson color. "They pack a real heckuva wallop! Give your casseroles that extra touch of spicy flavor!"
"No thanks, ma'am." Noteworthy politely declined, putting his bell peppers in a bag and laying the bits on the table with a clink. "I don't make casseroles."
Lyra gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Heyyyyy! Noteworthy! Didja have fun at the concert last night?"
Noteworthy turned around, his grin turning into a laugh. "Hey, Lyra!"
"You should get those, by the way." She nodded toward the Cerberus peppers. "They're awesome. Just make sure to follow the amount in the recipe exactly. That acid is murder on you if you screw up." She winced a little. It really was.
Noteworthy chuckled. "Well, okay, maybe. Did you get home okay?"
"I'm standing here, aren't I?" Lyra gave him a wink. "Don't worry, man. I get drunk sometimes, but I've not quite yet gotten in any real trouble." She paused and stroked her chin for a second before laughing. "Okay, maybe a LITTLE trouble."
Noteworthy shook his head, laughing with her. "You did great last night, by the way. I've seen some great lyre, but you were playing like nobody's business."
"Thanks!" Lyra beamed. "I didn't get it as my cutie mark for nothing, y'know. I think I might even be THE best, but I'm not gonna let the orchestra go on a charade about that whenever we play live."
Noteworthy nodded. "And the other guys were great...Octavia was nailing those cello notes."
"You sure she wasn't nailing something else, too?" Lyra gave him a nudge nudge wink wink. Her face resembled that of a fifth-grader making a bad joke. Not really too much difference, actually.
Noteworthy blushed, raising his hands in defense and at the same time reflected on how unfunny that was. "Hey! Heck no!"
Lyra leaned back, laughing.
Noteworthy, who was somehow scowling and grinning at the same time, nudged her shoulder. He really couldn't see any major difference between drunk Lyra and sober Lyra at that point. "Come on, Lyra. I don't just hit-and-run on mares like that."
Lyra, still grinning, shook her head. "No, Noteworthy, you don't get it. Octavia's a bit of a...." She twirled her hand for emphasis. "Guess you could call her a stallionizer."
Noteworthy raised an eyebrow. Somehow, this wasn't surprising. "Uh huh."
"It's even more funny because she hypnotizes ponies." Lyra continued, starting to munch on some broccoli she pulled out of the basket. She held up her finger to signal pause as she ate, then lowered it as she swallowed. "So she's like...a stallion hypnotizer. In addition to, you know. Seducing them."
Noteworthy gave jazz hands, giving a half grin. "Hahaaaaa, wordplay!"
"Seriously, though." Lyra waved the broccoli a little. Her facial expression was unusually concerned. "Be careful. That mare's a heartbreaker."
Noteworthy sighed. "I think she's genuine, Lyra. That's just me, though."
And in truth, he did think that. Noteworthy couldn't seem to figure out why, but ever since he talked to her face-to-face, he always had a deep-set feeling that Octavia was being honestly affectionate with him. He'd had enough experience back in school to know when a girl was playing him, and that didn't seem to be the case here. He felt like he could trust her.
"Whatever, bro." Lyra took another bite of the vegetable. She waved her hand as she turned around, walking back into the milling crowd of ponies. "See you around! Keep your chin up!"
Noteworthy smiled gave a brisk wave. "See ya!"
Lyra narrowed her eyes as she walked away. Something was definitely off about Noteworthy. He got almost spacey when he talked about the cellist. One part of her pounded her fist into her hand, shouting IT'S HYPNOSIS! TOTALLY HYPNOSIS! while her more rational side sat impassionately, rolling its eyes.
Oh well, Lyra shrugged inwardly. Probably just whipped. Most guys seem get all whipped after a cute girl comes onto them.
Yeah, that was definitely it.
Hypnosis. She gave a small snicker as she walked. What was she thinking?
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Noteworthy rocked on his heels and knocked on Octavia’s door. The sun was just beginning to set behind him, and he bore a nervous expression. He had been waiting almost all day to go and visit the cellist again, his very face heating up at the very idea of seeing her.
“Coming!” Octavia’s voice rang out from somewhere in the house, and in a few seconds she stood at the door. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and her body was very loosely covered by a dark grey bathrobe. “Oh! Noteworthy, do come in.” She stepped aside and blushed a bit. “I hope you don’t mind, but I just got out of the shower.”
Noteworthy blushed hotly and stepped in. “Oh not at all! I- Er...” He blushed more and looked away. “I mean.... I don’t mind that you got out of the shower. Not that you’re nude... Or anything....”
Octavia giggled and covered her mouth. “Noteworthy it’s fine. I knew what you meant.” She closed the door and walked off into the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink?”
As soon as the door closed Noteworthy slipped off his jacket and began slowly folding it. “I’d like to try some of that wine you mentioned yesterday.” He set the jacket down and kicked off his shoes.
“Of course.” She opened one of her cupboards and pulled out a couple bottles. “Merlot, or Pinot Noir?”
“I’ll have the Merlot.”
“Right.” Octavia grabbed a couple wine glasses and set up the Pinot Noir. “So how was your day?”
“It was pretty good.” Noteworthy was in the middle of folding up his shirt. “I ran into Lyra in the market.”
Octavia perked up. “Oh how is she?”
“She’s doing well, actually.” He chuckled. “Really paranoid though.”
“What do you mean paranoid?” Octavia had grabbed the corkscrew and walked back into the living room; setting the wine and glasses on the coffee table before sitting down to watch Noteworthy.
Noteworthy stood there in his underwear; folding his pants up with a smile. He seemed oblivious to the fact he was stripping naked in front of Octavia. “Well, er... She warned me about how you were a ‘Stallionizer’, and how you hypnotized others to seduce them.” He rolled his eyes and slipped off his underwear. “I don't know about you, but to me," he chuckled. "Seems pretty outlandish."
“Uh-huh.” Octavia made a mental note to go and talk with Lyra, and looked over Noteworthy’s exposed body. “Did she say anything else about me?”
Noteworthy shook his head and sat down next to Octavia. "I don't think so. Why?"
Octavia smiled and turned to Noteworthy. “Nevermind. Say, Noteworthy. How are you feeling?”
Wow, Noteworthy thought. I could think of a million words to respond to that.
“I feel.... Great.” Noteworthy smiled and shifted back on the couch. “Really relaxed and happy.”
“Good.... Very good.” Octavia sighed a bit and looked down at her bathrobe. “You mind if I remove this silly bathrobe?”
Noteworthy spluttered. "Wh-what? E-er....you're not even wearing a bra, Octavia, I don't think I..."
"Noteworthy, come on. You act as though you've never seen a pair of breasts before." Octavia rolled her eyes. "I'm just looking to get a little more comfortable. And you're not one to deny a lady what she wants, right?"
Noteworthy blushed furiously, turning his blue cheeks a contrasting rosy red. "W-well...no."
Before the stallion could object further, Octavia reached for the collar of her bathrobe, slipping it down slowly and gently tossing it aside. Before Noteworthy could fathom what had happened, he was staring at Octavia's naked figure.
Octavia's silky, raven-black hair spilled over her slim, now-bare shoulder. Her breasts were large- about C-cup size- but firm, with very little sag at all. A tight stomach and curvaceous hips lead down to a wide, soft plot (which, agonizingly, was hidden from view due to the fact that she was sitting) and thick, curvy thighs, one of which held up some of the bathrobe she had just removed.
The very sight of this beautiful mare, bare-chested and bottomless, smiling so warmly at him, was enough to make his head spin. His cheeks burned to the point where he could actually feel the excitement pounding in his temples.
Octavia just chortled as she watched him struggle to form words. "I'm sorry, Noteworthy, is the sight of my body too much to handle?"
Noteworthy was about to respond when he felt a warm, pleasant sensation in his head and decided not to. This was right, wasn't it? The two of them, naked in the same room. They were being open, and it just felt so good...so, SO good...
Octavia turned and raised her leg, giving Noteworthy a side view of her round, ample ass, unclad by any sort of black dress or even underwear. She grinned, knowing the stallion's suggestions were taking effect. "Noteworthy, I have something to show you."
Noteworthy looked at her, blushing like a madman, almost nervous. "What?"
With all the grace and finesse of a classy musician like herself, Octavia raised her arm and gave him a gentle but firm push on the side of his head, snapping the fingers of her other hand at his other ear. She hugged his head to her chest. "Sleep."
Noteworthy fell once again into warm blackness, his naked body going limp. Fur met fur as he slumped, peacefully entranced, on Octavia.
Octavia gently set him down on the couch, standing up as she did. "Good, Noteworthy...it feels so good to sleep, so good to let go..."
Noteworthy barely even heard her.
Octavia bit her lip with anticipation. The thrill of dubious consent never failed to excite her, and the feeling of doing something that she knew was wrong was the icing on the cake.
"Noteworthy, listen to me." Octavia began, quietly kneeling next to him as though she were afraid the noise of her knee hitting the floor would break the trance. She placed a hand on his temple, gently rubbing it in circles. "I want you to feel aroused. Horny, if you will. Merely being around me right now makes you feel hot and bothered."
Noteworthy sweated, his cheeks a steady red. His erection was at full mast, with beads of precum trickling out of the tip and running down his shaft. This command, apparently, was not a difficult one to register.
Octavia's own cheeks were red now. Her own need grew steadily between her legs, and she was hard pressed not to slip her delicate hand between her thighs and stroke herself off to the image before her. A stallion, hypnotized, naked, and helpless.
She shook her head, and, mustering as much sexual restraint as she could, continued.
“I want you to envision a chalkboard. Written on this chalkboard is your entire personality... Your likes... Dislikes.... Sexuality... Everything.” Octavia licked her lips to stave off the dryness in her mouth. “Do you see the chalkboard, Noteworthy?”
In his mind; Noteworthy saw himself standing in a small room. Across from him he saw the chalkboard that Octavia described, and nodded his head in confirmation.
Octavia smiled. “Very good. At the bottom of the chalkboard is a roll of paper. Just large enough to cover up what’s on the chalkboard.” She paused to let every word sink in.
“Written on that paper is everything that you’d find on the chalkboard. The thing about the paper is that we can erase, write, and transfer whatever we want onto it. Drape the paper over the chalkboard, and let me know when you’re done.”
Noteworthy saw himself walk forward; kneeling to pick up the paper before tossing it over the chalkboard. “Done....”
“Now listen to me very carefully, Noteworthy.” Octavia reached her hands out, and began to roll Noteworthy’s head. “This chalkboard and paper are special. You know that whenever the chalkboard is uncovered, what’s written on that chalkboard is your original personality."
Octavia coughed, then continued rolling Noteworthy's head. "When the paper is covering the board, and only when it’s covering the board, whatever is written on the paper will temporarily replace the personality traits you know as your own.”
Octavia was slowly beginning to lose her composure. With Noteworthy literally at her every command a myriad of thoughts and ideas began to pop into her head, but she wrangled herself under control to finish adding the changes. “Now I need you to do something really quickly. I want you to transfer the suggestion I gave you regarding nudity over to the paper, and then write 'Obedience to Octavia' somewhere else on that same paper.”
Noteworthy sighed deeply and briefly lost himself in relaxation, so much so that he nearly forgot his intense arousal.
"Feel that word become part of your replacement personality." Octavia said. "This means that whenever the paper is draped over the chalkboard, you will obey me without question, and doing so will give you a sexual rush. Nod if you understand."
The stallion slowly gave what could be barely construed as a nod.
Octavia grinned. "One final thing. When I snap my fingers, the paper that contains your false personality will just burn away, leaving nothing but the chalkboard. Nothing but your personality. All the triggers will disappear."
Noteworthy nodded once again. Sounded great.
"From there," Octavia said, "You'll simply go into a light trance, dress yourself, walk home, and when you wake up, I want your subconscious to have created memories to fill in for everything that's happened between us after you saw me at the quintet's performance. This means that everything you remember about your - the hypnosis, the teasing, the breeze of the night and the grass under you - will be buried six feet underground in a dark patch of dirt in the farthest reaches of your subconscious mind."
Another nod.
Octavia looked at the sleeping figure of Noteworthy wistfully for a moment. She always hated altering minds this much, but she supposed it WAS safer. She always felt like she was hurting them somehow, too, by putting their mind through this much change, and Octavia had always trusted the feeling in her stomach over the books. So she just buried the commands deep in their thoughts without any more than a few hypnosis sessions. It had always worked, both for their minds and her often hidden but always nagging guilty conscience.
"All of these memories will hide in the farthest corner of your subconscious, never to resurface, unless you hear me say one particular word." She leaned in. "Understood?"
Yet another nod.
"When I say the word," Octavia paused, going through the always-difficult process of choosing a trigger word. "Dig. When I say the word 'dig' to you, and only I, your subconscious will unearth that paper from the dirt and place it beside the chalkboard. Until then, you do not remember the paper, and you'll forget as soon as it is buried again.
Noteworthy gave what would be his final hypnotized nod that night.
She brushed his chin. I'll treasure my time with you. I can't say the same for you, but at least for tonight we'll enjoy each other.
"Wake up horny, Noteworthy." Octavia Melody smiled. "You're going to remember tonight."
Oh, the irony.
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A lewd moan escaped Noteworthy's mouth. His mind was a mess of heat, post-hypnosis drowsiness, and the general rush that one gets knowing they're balls deep in Octavia Melody's bubble butt.
He sat on her couch, completely naked, as the voluptuous musician rode him senseless. Her curvy hips twisted smoothly over and over again in a mesmerizing gyration. Flanks smacked against loins. Not an inch of Noteworthy's needy cock was exposed to air as her tight marehood consumed it.
Noteworthy groaned again. Celestia, he needed this. Never had being inside a mare been this amazing. Her hips worked on him, sending waves of electric pleasure through his body.
Octavia was enjoying it too. Her cheeks and G clef cutie marks were red from blushing. Her firm breasts bounced with each rotation of her generous butt. Noteworthy arched his back as another wave of pleasure hit him.
Octavia gave a high-pitched, feminine whine. Noteworthy's length filled her marehood to the point that the slightest movement caused every nerve in her body to cry out in bliss. She gulped and gasped, moving her hands up to grope her breasts. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh.
Noteworthy leaned back on the couch, panting and watching Octavia's flank bounce up and down. She rode him with abandon, using her legs to bounce up and down on his thick cock. A sounding SLAP echoed through the room whenever her thick butt forcefully met his fur. His precum had begun to drip from her hole, mingling with her own wetness.
"Fucking...hell. Fuck." Noteworthy gasped.
Octavia grinned, her cheeks redder than ever, at the stallion. Slap. Slap. Slap. "H-ha! Quite the intelligent words for a man inside a woman."
Noteworthy gripped the couch's fabric until his knuckles turned white, blushing madly at Octavia's comment. He bucked his hips up into her, meeting her flank every time it fell. "Y-you're amazing. Oh dear Celestia almighty, keep swinging your hips like that."
Octavia nodded, increasing her speed. Noteworthy threw his head back, gritting his teeth. The slapping noises now sounded wet and slick. Orgasmic tingling shot unbridled through Noteworthy with each bounce, leaving him reeling.
The cellist suddenly stood up partially, leaving only the tip of Noteworthy's tingling length inside her. Noteworthy breathed. "Wh-"
Octavia turned and smiled at him sideways. She gave a flick of her hips and firmly sat on him, taking him all in again.
Noteworthy's eyes shot open. A wave of pleasure shot through him like greased lightning.
Octavia pulled up and sat on him again. SLAP.
Noteworthy groaned as he began to feel his orgasm rise.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Every inch of Noteworthy screamed in uncontained lust and carnal passion. Octavia's bountiful hips slammed up and down on him, bouncing and slapping. She moaned and groped herself, and as he listened to her, his erection tingled, and he felt the warmth in his stomach and penis become too much to bear.
"Octavia." He warned, his face red. "Coming."
She nodded, gasping for breath and sweating. "Inside."
Noteworthy arched his back and gripped the couch so tightly he thought his knuckles would break. His cock twitched within Octavia's hot, wet walls and shot a thick, hot rope of semen. He ejaculated over and over, spunk flowing out of Octavia's pussy and dripping down his balls. His hips fucked up into her as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rocketed through his body.
When the orgasm had passed, Noteworthy lay back, sighed and closed his eyes.
Octavia breathed heavily, sitting up slowly on the couch. "Haahh...Noteworthy, listen to me."
Noteworthy's eyes opened.
"Get in between my legs," Octavia panted, spreading her legs apart and showing her glinting pussy, "and eat me out as hard as you can."
Noteworthy's eyes glazed a little as his hypnotic obedience took over. He sat up, turned to where Octavia sat on the couch, and lowered his face into her warm, soft thighs.
Octavia winced with need.
Noteworthy began to take slow, sensual laps around the insides of Octavia's smooth, curvy legs, tracing around her swollen labia. The normally grey fur was tinted pink with heat. Noteworthy could feel the warmth at the edges, feel the hot, sticky pre-cum that dripped from it as well as, more scandalously, his own salty taste.
Octavia bit her lip and gave a huge moan. Pleasure rushed through her nethers as Noteworthy licked at her. His wet tongue gently caressed her mound in its entirety now, causing euphoria to work its way through her veins.
Noteworthy squeezed her thighs gently, now hungrily lapping away at Octavia's pussy. Octavia cried out loudly, sighing through her teeth after the wave of bliss had passed. Her fur was now slick and wet around her nethers, covered in saliva and cum. Noteworthy's cheeks burned as his own semen dripped down his face, but he kept licking. Ten minutes passed, Octavia's breath growing more ragged by the second.
Octavia's orgasm came without verbal warning. The cellist simply arched her back and screamed, her voice breaking. Noteworthy felt the initial spasms of her body before she violently humped his face. The feeling of thick, hot cum on his cheeks was foreign but still completely erotic. Octavia rode out her orgasm in bliss before slumping back on the couch, breast heaving.
Post-sex lethargy flooded Noteworthy's muscles and before he knew it, he was lying on the floor, breathing peacefully. He basked in the still-present wake of his orgasm and let his eyes close peacefully without a second thought.
He wasn't even awake to hear Octavia snap her fingers.
