A changeling moves in with a Ponyville mare. Kinkiness ensues.
A changeling named Cicada and an earth pony mare named Junebug have been pen pals for a while. When Cicada mentions interest in seeing her and her home of Ponyville, Junebug invites them to stay at her place temporarily.
This ends up being a little less temporary than they both anticipated, as they found each other even more interesting in person.
Even more so when they start learning more... intimate details about each other's desires.
Originally written for an NSFW speedwriting contest in Quills and Sofas, rewritten to be a bigger story. Thank you to the group for help with editing and commenting on the original form.
Chapters will be marked as [M] for mature if they are porn chapters, but story chapters will be marked [T] for Teen as there will be Slice of Life and comedic chapters between the porn.
Struggling was futile. There was no escape, nor even thoughts of escape. Now, there weren’t even thoughts.
The pale yellow earth pony mare had long ceased resisting. The dark dungeon she was in, covered in chains and slime, had no longer invoked fear - or any other emotion. The dark green changeling cocoon that entrapped all of herself - except her head - was no longer worth escaping. All that mattered to her was to stare into her captor’s eyes, to mindlessly sink in and listen to their compelling voice.
“You belong to me,” the changeling said, words set in stone. The changeling’s black carapace shone in what little light was allowed to exist in the dungeon, as did their purple mane. However, their deep blue eyes shone the brightest, glowing powerfully as they gazed into the trapped mare’s unfocused lime green eyes.
Her enlarged pupils almost hid the color of her eyes, taking in the changeling. “I belong to you,” she repeated, completely enraptured and enthralled.
“You shall do everything I command.” The changeling reached up and caressed the mare’s orange, two-toned mane, grinning evilly.
“I shall do everything you command.” Her breath caught, as she shivered slightly. She was completely under the changeling’s control. They could tell her to do, be, or think anything and she would try her hardest to do it. Although trying implied intent on her part.
“You will let me have the last of the ice cream.”
“I will let - hey, no! What are you doing?” The mare’s pupils shrank to normal as she glared at the changeling. Her captor ignored the glare, sashaying towards the stairs - making sure the trapped pony saw every sway of their plot.
“Going to steal your ice cream. You can’t move, after all.”
“Cicada, get back here, don’t ruin this!”
Cicada looked back, evil grin even larger. “You don’t understand. You WILL let me have the rest of the ice cream, Junebug. You have no choice. But don’t worry, I won’t ruin this.” Their horn glowed purple, and Junebug began to squirm. A deep blush started at her cheeks, then spread through her face and into the rest of her now-flushed body.
“N-not again,” she moaned softly. “You can’t… oh fffuuuck…” Her body twitched and shook as much as possible in the confinement of the cocoon. Her whole body heated up, and the scent of a different type of heat filled the air. “Don’t… d-don’t leave,” she begged. “C-come-”
“No, YOU come,” Cicada teased, halfway up the stairs. “At least I’m sure you will, if it is anything like last time. You know, the time that you broke character? Just getting revenge for that~”
Cicada had put the finishing touches on Junebug’s basement last night. They couldn’t believe she let them do this! Well, not LET them; this was something both would enjoy. It took about a week, but Junebug’s basement looked like a proper dungeon now. To think they’d only lived here three months, and only dated Junebug for one of them.
Junebug sat in the middle of the ‘dungeon’ encased in a partial changeling cocoon. She struggled and shook back and forth, but to no avail. “You won’t get away with this, changeling,” she growled, though it rang hollow as she could not put any true anger in her voice. “I will escape and then the Resistance will defeat your hive-”
“Silence,” Cicada growled back. “Your pathetic Resistance is doomed!” There actually seemed to be true anger in their voice, despite there being no Resistance, and no hive. At first, Junebug was worried, then remembered Cicada’s acting skills.
“What are you going to do to me,” Junebug asked, half-filled with ‘defiance’, half-filled with ‘fear’, but completely full of nervous excitement.
“I have you where I want to, little mare… struggle all you want, there is no escape. As you grow weaker from exhaustion, I shall use my changeling mind control to make you my completely obedient slave, and then… muahahaha… wait… why did you stop struggling?”
In fact, Junebug had gone completely still, her normally yellow face now tinted with red. “I… um…”
“A-are you okay? Is everything alright? I…” Cicada’s worry ended as soon as they tasted the ‘air’. “...You know I haven’t started the ‘changeling mind control’ part of this, right?”
Junebug nodded and blushed deeper. “S-sorry,” she said with a shiver, breathing more excitedly. “I… I got distracted. I can start squirming now if you want.”
“Oh, you will squirm all right,” Cicada replied half in-character. “You see… I know a few changeling spells that - while not mind control per se - will get you to do exactly as I want you to.” Their horn lit up and…
Junebug’s reveries about their first attempt were interrupted by the same feelings from that spell. Her whole body was on fire, and she loved it. Every nerve sent electric tingles of pleasure through them, and every part of her felt loving caresses and lustful massages. Then there was the pleasure between her legs. Her inner thighs felt the magic touch she forgot she craved so much, and her cunt… Sweet Heavenly Sisters, her cunt… the heat, the pressure building inside her, the pulsing pleasure was something only magic could make her feel, and it made her melt. Just like last time, she had no choice but to give Cicada the squirms they were after.
Though the cocoon was not completely transparent, it was translucent enough that she was sure they could see her growing wetness from arousal. She was helpless, unable to escape, and completely vulnerable.
If it weren’t for the fact that Cicada was going to steal her ice cream, this would be Junebug’s perfect moment of bliss.
“H-how,” she tried to ask, but bit her lip to pathetically stifle another moan. As soon as her ragged, excited breathing allowed her to, she tried again. “How did this even…. Mmn… how’d you find out about me wanting this?”
Cicada glanced back, another few steps of the way up the main floor. They slowed down just to tease Junebug. “Weellll….”
As Cicada talked about their arrival into Ponyville and being ‘pen friends’ for a long time, their spell worked its irresistible magic on Junebug’s eager body. While Cicada mentioned the crazy ponies talking about ‘changeling hypnosis’ and vampirism, it continued to transform Junebug into a hot, quaking, aching mess. While Cicada said… something… the trembling, dripping, melting Junebug...
“And that’s how I first thought about dating y- are you listening?”
Of course, Junebug wasn’t listening… at least not all the way. She was more focused on the wetness dripping down her leg in the cocoon, the pleasure hitting every part of her body, and the heat in her cunt. There were, however, bits and pieces that she did hear from Cicada. “You mnhh oh Celestia stop- n-no, d-don’t stop - you thought that on our first meeting?”
“Hey, you’re beautiful,” Cicada responded with a chuckle. “And I thought our months of being pen friends really let us know each other. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes my queen- I mean… Cicada!” The pleasure made it hard to think, and she was slipping back into roleplay for a second.
“You can call me your queen if you’d like, though we didn’t get that far. When did you find out you were interested in the whole ‘evil changeling’ thing?”
“That day! I… um… I didn’t… you brought feelings out that I had to… uh….”
Cicada’s evil grin was getting a workout today. “Explore,” they offered.
“Fff… yes fine! I ‘explored them’ in my room, okay? Aand… mmnh… you...mentionshed hyy… ooommm…. Hypnosis but you nev...nn...never mentioned THIS back then!”
“This isn’t a spell that I’d talk about in the open. I’m not that depraved or perverted. We just met, remember? If you’d like, we can try hypnosis next time to make things more interesting, but I think you like this spell too, don’t you?”
“Yes my queen!” Why not get back into it? It felt good, and any more pleasure like that and Junebug was about to burst.
And then it stopped, as the changeling was gone. “C-Cicada? You… you really are… just going to leave me here to eat my ice cream? But…” At least the cocoon, while tight and restrictive… and binding… and oh so sexy… was also very comfortable. The pleasure started to die down, leaving Junebug to be able to catch her breath.
But only for a moment, as the spell reactivated, twice as strong, twice as penetrating, twice as pleasurable. She thrashed and surged and ached with burning desire. She was lost in the feeling. She was filled with lust and pleasure. She was...she was being fucked without anything ever entering her. And she was about to climax without even being touched. A surge of magic, of power, of intoxicating, irresistible bliss, hit as the feelings grew beyond measure. She trembled and quivered before just giving in, flooding the cocoon from her climax. The gasping, shaky moans could be heard upstairs, and if she listened carefully, she could hear an evil cackle in response.
She was in no condition to listen carefully.
Finally, though, it was over. Junebug could relax, and just bask in the glow. Or let her senses slowly come back, her frustration at being tricked out of ice cream returning little by little.
Until the pulses started again.
Cicada peeked out from the stairs, now with a mostly-empty carton of ice cream next to them. Their horn glowed as they grinned mischievously.
“I wouldn’t forget about you, my pet,” they purred. “Just needed a snack to replenish my energy. We’re both going to need it.”
“...!” responded Junebug, as there were no more words left in her.
Cicada was not having a good start to their day. The bright orange changeling’s frantic running slowed to a manic cantor, and eventually to a desperate dragging walk of exhaustion. How are those crazy ponies everywhere,” they complained to themself. After running all across Ponyville, they had almost no energy left, and their carapace sheened with - wait, can changelings sweat?
Using the last bit of their remaining stamina, Cicada flopped down at the door to a nondescript Ponyville house. “Please be the right one,” they mumbled. “This seems to be… the address but… they all look the same!” They reached up to the door with a hoof, and weakly knocked. “Please be - Junebug?”
The door swung open to reveal a yellowish earth pony staring down at Cicada. Her two-shaded orange mane and tail were well-groomed and held a healthy shine, and she wore a long pink skirt which hid her cutie mark but flattered her appearance. She was clearly trying to make a good first impression.
“Cicada? Is that you? I’ve been so looking forw-” At first, her voice was chipper, but she quickly turned her smile upside down. “Oh no, are you okay?” She picked them up and hugged tight. “You look so tired, and your horn is chipped - “
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” the changeling responded, looking away to hide a blush. “And my horn is supposed to look like that! And… um… yes, I’m Cicada. Could you please put me down?”
“O-oh, sorry. First I was excited to meet you, then I saw you just lying there exhausted, and… what happened?”
Cicada sighed. “I was disguised as a pegasus, and these three-”
“Why were you disguised,” Junebug interrupted, eyeing Cicada with slight suspicion. “You aren’t infiltrating us...right? And Ponyville is very welcoming, we’re not afraid of changelings, especially ones that have shared love!”
Cicada grunted and closed their eyes. “Really.” They took a deep breath and continued. “I’m not sure that is the case. I thought I was alone and at your house, but I was wrong on both accounts.” They smiled at Junebug and gave them a much softer hug than the one she gave them. “Thank you by the way for letting me stay with you.”
“No problem! What are pen-friends for, right?”
“Isn’t it pen pals?”
“Well…” Junebug gave Cicada a goofy, lopsided smile. “...pen friends sounds better. Almost rhymes. Anyways, you were saying?”
It took a moment for Cicada to recall what they were, in fact, saying before they thanked her. “Oh, right! I was at the wrong house, transformed back to normal… and these three mares with flowers on their butts saw me and freaked out. So much for Ponyville hospitality.”
“Oh… that’s just the Flower Trio,” Junebug calmly explained. “Still not sure if they are sisters, cousins, or lovers, to be honest, but they aren’t the bravest or...um… most ‘thoughtful’ ponies. They even freak out about bunny stampedes! They didn’t say anything too hateful, did they?”
Bunny stampedes? Cicada would have to file that odd tidbit in the ‘Ponyville is weird’ file. “Nothing I can’t handle. Just that I was going to wrap them in tight cocoons…”
Was it just Cicada, or did Junebug seem to be getting a bit… red in the face?
“Use my ‘changeling mind control’ on them to make them my slaves…”
Cicada could now feel the emotions of Junebug radiating hotly. Interesting…
“And then I would bite them and feed on their love like a vampire.”
Yes… Junebug was definitely interested. There were hints of shame, accents of confusion, but the lust and excitement shone through.
“A-and?” Junebug beckoned Cicada to continue.
“And then they ran away. That was ridiculous. I mean… I could easily have cocooned them up nice and snug, but I don’t have ‘changeling mind control’ or whatever. I studied hypnosis a little bit but that’s hardly even close. And biting to suck emotions out? That’s not how… that… works…”
“Oh, you have had a long day let me show you to my - your room and I’ll go to bed in my room and we can call it a night!” Junebug rushed inside, leaving Cicada alone to ponder.
“That’s… something to keep in mind,” they mumbled. “Maybe I can do something with - no, bad Cicada. I haven’t even asked her on a date! I don’t even know if she’d be interested in it with me, or if it’s just a fantasy…”
They sighed, placing a front hoof on their face. “Need to stop with the impulsive thoughts. And… the ‘talking to myself’ thing.”
“I was thinking…” Cicada hurled the big black bowling ball straight down the center of the polished wooden lane. A little too straight, it seemed; power but lack of spin caused the ball to carve a path straight through the center of the pins, leaving four edge pins completely untouched.
“Maybe you should be thinking more about the game than… what... er… s-sorry…” Junebug started strong with the quip, but ended up fizzling out into a mutter. “I don’t know where that came from.” She glanced downwards with slight shame.
“I must be rubbing off on you,” Cicada grinned, trotting to the ball return to choose a new ball. “Your snarky jokester side is improving!” They picked up a purple ball next, moved up to the line… and lofted the ball. However, being penalized with a no-score for that arcing, crashing ‘roll’ only gained a shrug from them. “Anyways, I’m thinking I need to find a job.”
Junebug switched places with Cicada, carefully lining up her shot. “You don’t have to do that. I like having you as a guest in my home, and I can afford it.” She slinged the ball with speed and accuracy, knocking down all but two pins. “Ha, beat that!”
“It’s just… you give a roof over my head and a lot of entertainment, the least I could do is buy my own food so I don’t eat you out of house and home.”
“Wait, you can eat? I haven’t seen you eat anything yet!” Junebug lined up her roll once more.
“Yeah, I can’t just subsist on your love forever!”
“L-love!?” The shock of that statement caused her to throw wide, right into the gutter.
“I’m just kidding, I’m a reformed changeling, remember? I don’t need to eat your love.”
Junebug just blushed deeper, refusing to look at Cicada. “That’s… that’s not what I was… there’s no love!”
While true, the feelings Cicada detected told a different story.There may not be any actual love, per se, there were certainly similar if weaker emotions. They really needed to ask her out soon. But for now, they need to cool things down. “Sorry… am I teasing too much? It’s in my nature.”
Junebug quickly recovered from her embarrassment. “I’m… fine. But it is your turn now. Try to add a little bit of a hook to the roll.”
“Hook?” Cicada tilted their head and stared at the ball they had just picked up.
“Your first try wasn’t bad, but maybe if you add a bit of a curve…”
“Oh, okay!” They rolled the ball, trying to add some spin to it. That failed miserably. “Hm. Nah… just gonna keep bowling straight on.”
“Well… anyways, you were talking about getting a job?”
“There’s a few things I’m really good at that I think could benefit Ponyville and the surrounding areas,” Cicada proudly stated as they flung the ball. This time, it knocked down all the pins. “Ha, yes! Half a strike!”
“That’s… a spare.”
“A spare what?” Before giving the facehoofing mare a chance to respond, they continued. “I could be a taste-tester for a restaurant or bakery, to check if they are tasty enough and are actually made with love.”
“Um… I don’t think that’s how that works.”
Cicada practically puffed up, glaring daggers at Junebug. “How would you know? Are you a changeling? Can you taste love? Maybe there actually is love in food!”
“Junebug backed up a couple of steps. “I meant… there probably aren’t taste-testing positions available. Not ones where you’re not also the chef.”
Cicada’s glare hardened, but then vanished and was replaced with a goofy grin. “I knew that! I was just teasing you!”
“But… I think you’ve startled everypony here…” In fact, everypony was staring.
“...oh.” Could changelings actually blush, or was that Junebug’s imagination? Either way, the deflated, slinky Cicada clearly was ashamed. “...s-sorry everyone…”
After the commotion was resolved, Junebug rolled another strike. “Yes! I’m on a roll!” As the pins reset, she poked Cicada in the side. “You have some serious catching up to do!”
However, neither Junebug’s teasing nor confidence rattled Cicada. Their mind was elsewhere. “Does Ponyville have a need for actors, perhaps?”
“What? Oh, right. The job. You’re not focused on the game at all any more, are you?” Cicada answered with a shrug, then picked up a ball. Junebug watched the lazy roll that managed to knock half the pins down. “This… means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”
“It does. I don’t want to see myself as lazy.”
“Well… there’s Ponyville Theater, but… I don’t know… I think you actually rent time in it, rather than there being an acting troupe making it their home.”
Cicada sighed, slinging a ball but only knocked one more pin over. “I could… be a street performer? This is… hard.”
“What, job hunting or bowling? Check this out!” Another ball from Junebug sent pins clattering like thunder, leaving an easy split attempt. “Ha! Now I'm going to have ‘half a strike’- er… I’m doing it again… I’m really sorry...”
“What, having fun being competitive? Joking around? I like this side of you, I’ve never seen it!”
Junebug carefully picked up another ball and examined her reflection in its polished surface. “...me neither. You bring out some parts of me I didn’t know I had. You like it?”
“As long as you don’t become a sore winner, yes.”
“Then you are already contributing, helping me learn more about myself. And if you can do more chores around the house, maybe help clean up and stuff when I’m too busy to…”
Cicada’s crooked half-smile at Junebug was balanced out by their curious head-tilt. “So… you want me to be your maid?”
“Wh-what? No, I -”
“Done!” Their smile tripled in size. “Sounds like a plan. Besides… I bet I look cute in a maid uniform!”
For some reason, Junebug completely missed the pins.
Struggling would soon be futile. There was no escape. Even thoughts of escape would soon be gone. Eventually, all thoughts would be gone.
And this time, it would be real.
Squirming in her now all-too-familiar changeling cocoon with only her face sticking out, Junebug could feel her whole body and face flush with nervous excitement. It was really happening! Cicada was going to hypnotize her! Make her stare into their eyes, feeling helpless and weak yet deep down wanting this. Take away her resistance, her mind, her will to resist. Make her think and feel and believe and do everything they said-
"Junebug? Junebug! Are you okay?"
"Huh?" Junebug blinked and realized that the changeling that would be hypnotizing her, the powerful, 'evil' changeling, was frowning, gently touching her face while shaking slightly.
"You zoned out and wouldn't respond! And you started thrashing around! Don't worry... I'm here..."
"N-no, I... I'm fine! I was just... thinking about something else!"
Cicada watched Junebug get even more flushed, her pale yellow coat practically turning red-orange. Their expression became neutral... then their mouth curled into a grin and their eyes narrowed - almost a leer.
"Something else, hmmm? I think I know exactly what you were thinking about.”
And Junebug thought she couldn't blush any deeper. "I... I just..."
"Shhhh.... good girl." That was enough to quiet her, minus a tiny squeak. "If you really want me to hypnotize you, you need to relax more. Now... do you remember what we talked about?"
The squirming slowed, then stopped. "Um... yeah. Safety stuff. I'm not going to be y-your... mindless slave.." She muttered under her breath about it being a hot fantasy, then spoke up again - "and you won't make me do stuff that would... not be right."
Cicada's grin widened. "I won't make you my mindless slave today" they teased, "though maybe someday I'll play with you in a way that is similar... if you'd like that." A squeak confirmed it. "Anyways, it isn't that I won't make you do 'stuff that would not be right' - though I never would anyways - I actually cannot do that. I'm not going to enthrall you with magic... overwrite your mind with my commands... completely and forever dominating you... oops... getting you worked up again, sorry~"
They were not sorry.
Once Junebug stopped squirming again, Cicada continued. "I will hypnotize you, however. Or attempt to. If you don't actually want it, it won't happen, and if no part of you wants anything I tell you, that won't happen either. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. But... what if I 'don't' want something, but want to want it?"
Cicada circles their 'prey' like a hungry shark. "Then deep down, you already did want it, didn't you, pet?"
"P-pet? I mean... I suppose you're right." She tried to turn her head to follow, but could not. She could only follow Cicada with her eyes.
"That's right... good girl... but maybe I shouldn't be teasing you so much. I think we are almost ready to begin."
The way Junebug reacted to being teased combined with her only being able to move her eyes gave Cicada a wicked idea. They left for only a moment - despite complaints by their captive - and returned with a mirror set up across from Junebug.
"What's that for," she asked, curiosity overruling frustration and desire just for the moment.
"It is so you can watch how blank and mindless you become, cutie." Cicada's teasing words were smooth and sweet, sending shivers down Junebug's spine.
But there was another reason for the mirror. The changeling around in front of their captive, wiggling their plot back and forth. They let their tail swish from side to side, while watching Junebug's flustered, enraptured look in the mirror.
"Hmmm… you can't keep your eyes off my beautiful butt," Cicada teased. "Nothing new there~"
Junebug giggled but could not deny that as her eyes traced the motion of their rear. "Veerry funny. If this is how you plan on hypnotizing me - "
"Then it is totally working, right? I already have your full attention. This might not be like your old fantasies of mind control - I bet you are imagining them all now - but I am sure you are getting new ones. I am not yet hypnotizing you, with my sexy sway. My perfect plot is just picking on you, not trancing you. But you must admit… sinking to my butt would be fun if that was how I did it~"
"Y-yes… I mean no! I mean… you… meanie!" That damned plot, making my confusion and arousal grow. If Cicada doesn't start hypnotizing me soon…
"Meanie? Teasing you about sinking deep into my spell, and hypnotizing you with my beautiful perfect ass as your eyes follow my sway is not mean. After all, I am just saying what you know you want, yes?"
Junebug sighed out a lazy, lusty "yeah…" Her hazy mind knew it was true. That… is what I want… wait… could that… really work?
"That's right… imagining dropping into hypnosis from my ass while also daydreaming about other hypnotic fantasies you might have. Like the swinging of a pendulum back… and forth… just like my tail, yes?"
"...yes…" Back and forth… it is like a… pendulum…
"Staring and following, while thinking about not thinking, maybe a spell slowly draining your mind and will. You could practically feel it if you imagined that, yes?"
"...yeess…" Slack-jawed, heavy-lidded, blank-eyed Junebug absorbed those words, relaxing more and more despite - or perhaps aided by - her lust.
"So focused on my words and voice, my ass and tail, your desires and fantasies, that you may simply-"
Cicada suddenly was facing Junebug, clapping their hooves together in front of her. "-zone out."
"Huh? What? What's happening?" Junebug blinked a few times and tried to get her focus back to the 'waking world.'
"I said you seemed to have started to zone out. You with me?"
"O-of course I'm with you," she snapped, eyes glancing away, unable to look Cicada in theirs. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I was just-"
"No, you're right, Your Majesty. I'm sorry."
"I understand. It must have been frustrating with me teasing you so much. I forgive you. Anyways…" They trailed off expectantly.
Junebug squirmed within her cocoon. "Are you still going to hypnotize me, Your Majesty?"
Was that the flash of a smile on the changeling's face? No, it was the start of a sad sigh. "My dear Junebug… I'm sorry… I already tried to hypnotize you when I was teasing you. I thought my butt could actually do the trick."
"Seriously? You thought - you tried - you…. I can't be hypnotized that easily, Your Majesty!" She huffed and tried to turn her head away, but the encasement did not allow her to.
"You're right, I apologize… let's try again tomorrow if you are still up to it?"
"I am, Your Majesty. We both messed up today but tomorrow…"
"Okay. Follow me and we'll go get ice cream." Cicada began to wander away, leaving the struggling Junebug behind.
"Wait! Don't! I can't leave!"
Cicada turned around, a grin slowly forming. "Oh, why not?"
"You know why, Your Majesty!" Her struggling and wiggling and red-tinged frustration grew.
"Whatever could you mean?" Cicada's evil grin also grew.
"I'm still trapped in your… your… pod thing!"
"Are you suuuure?"
"Yes Your Majesty, do you think I'm an idiot?"
"No… no… I don't think you're an idiot… I think you're under my spell. You have been hypnotized after all!"
"No I wasn't!"
Cicada headed back to the helpless mare, and walked behind them. "Then I must have really special powers to do this!"
Junebug suddenly cried out. Somepony just slapped her ass! But that's impossible! I'm covered in a-
Her thought was interrupted by another slap to the ass. She let out a whining moan. She tried stifling it by biting her lip, but to no avail.
"What was that Junebug," Cicada teased. "I couldn't quite understand you."
"I don't know much about magic, Your Majesty, but that spell-"
Cicada had circled back around. "What spell are you referring to," they asked, looking her in the eyes.
"You… you know…" Junebug's eyes dart to the side. "The one that… felt like you were.. um… sp…"
"Spanking you? That was no spell." Cicada trailed their hoof down her chest - through the cocoon. "I really did it."
Junebug shivered at the feeling, eyes wide and breaths faster and heavier. "H-how?"
"Sshhh…. You'll figure it out… but for now…" Their mouth drew closer to hers, and their hoof kept traveling further down her body. "You can just enjoy my power over you."
"But Your Majes-mmmff!" Her words were interrupted with a sudden, deep kiss, and transformed into a moan as Cicada - somehow - reached through the cocoon to tease and play with her dripping cunt. The pod was no obstacle for their hoof, but for Junebug, it was completely solid. She quivered and writhed in torturous pleasure.
Cicada had her right where they wanted and would not let go until her folds were soaked and her body and mind melted from orgasm. And by her moans she is feeding them, and her bucking into her hoof, she must have been getting close.
Their tongues danced together as Cicada pressed her body through the cocoon and against Junebug's own trembling figure. They could sense it. They broke the kiss and whispered into her ear. "Figure it out yet?"
"Fi…figure what," she whimpered. "That I'm weak and horny for you, You…r M…m…majesty?"
"No… how I'm doing this."
"I… d-don't care… I… just need… need to…"
"Yes… so needy.. but… here's the secret… there is no cocoon."
"Wh… I don't… wait-"
But Cicada did not wait. They bit down on Junebug's neck, causing her whole body to spasm. Her hips shake even more as she floods their pleasuring hoof. Her mouth finally free, her moans could now escape loudly into the room.
"Good pet." Cicada's words triggered something in Junebug. As her climax faded, so too did the cocoon - as if it were never there. Suddenly Junebug felt so soft and fuzzy-headed, but at the same time, some memories came flooding back.
Being freed from the cocoon but not from Cicada's words.
Being told she was still in the cocoon.
Being told that calling them 'Your Majesty' was so easy… so natural… so automatic…
Being told to forget she was told.
"Thank youu… Cicada… it really worrrked…"
"You're very welcome. Now… lick my hoof clean." They lifted their soaked hoof up to her muzzle.
"Suure… sounds yummy…" She lazily yet eagerly grabs their messy front leg with hers and starts licking.
"Did you like being hypnotized?"
While slurping their hoof, she nodded slowly but exaggerated.
"Are you happy you are no longer hypnotized?"
"I… wish I… still.. waasss…" she admitted between licks.
Cicada easily pulls away, gliding their hoof across Junebug's entrance to wet their hoof once more. They lifted it to be licked once more. "You would like to be hypnotized?
"Mhm…!"
"Good news, you are still hypnotized!"
"Yaaay…!" She dreamily washes the hoof with her tongue, looking spaced out. "You're the bessst!"
"Even if I told you to… awaken?"
The fog lifted from Junebug's mind. She blinked once… then twice more… and again… before shaking the cobwebs from her head. Her blush from the beginning returned with a vengeance. "You! You made me… then… I can't believe you did that to me! That you made me do that! I -"
Suddenly, one again, Junebug was tightly trapped. Not by a cocoon or hypnosis, but by Cicada. "Oh no oh no I'm so sorry I did not mean to hurt you I thought you wanted this I'm sorry!"
"Wh-whoa! No… I… I did want this. It was… it was amazing! Intense but amazing! I'm… not mad. Just shocked. I did not… could not…" She squeezes back tightly. "Thank you so much…"