Twilight Hypno


                                            Continued from another Anon's story, last portion >>38753747


                                            >Rainbow Dash's moans at the sight of enslaving Twilight were audible above the wet squenching noises you're making with each smooth motion inside her.

                                            >Twilight's breath came in deep gasps, only the complete domination of her mind and the implanted desire to hear your every word keeping her from melting into your embrace.

                                            >The gentle motions of your hand come to a halt, giving her one last rub and squeeze before holding it still.

                                            >Her haunches firm and tensed in your lap, you look over her shoulders to see her marehood gleaming with fluid, clit bumping against the pad of your thumb.

                                            "Hnnng, that's so *hot*" Dash groans out. "Haah, d-did I look like that when you programmed me, Master?"

                                            >Ignoring the peanut gallery, your head tilted slightly to whisper in Twilight's perked ears.

                                            "Tell me, how are we feeling, Twilight?"

                                            >Twilight's ear flapped slightly from your breath, before replying "I'm feeling hot. Relaxed. Very horny. Frustrated. I don't know how you feel, Master." like she's dictating readouts from one of her scienctific instruments.

                                            "Very good." you whispered, "Why are you feeling hot, horny, and frustrated? Be specific."

                                            >Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she responds "I feel hot because of how flushed I am from physical arousal. I'm feeling horny because you were skillfully masturbating me. I am feeling frustrated because I am horny and no longer experiencing genital stimulation."

                                            "Do you want to 'experience genital stimulation' again, Twilight?" you ask.

                                            >"Yes." came the whisper, "I really want to."

                                            "Teach me." you command, as you start drawing circles on her clit with your thumb. "Tell me what would make you feel even better."

                                            >"Ruh-rub l-larger circles faster" - "Use a few of your f-iiingers to stroke like you were before, but firmer and slooo-h-wer" - "Deeper, dee-right there! Push right there! Haarder, ah! Yes! Rub right there!" - "Suh... spread them out more, stretch me - yes! juuussst like th-that...".

                                            >With her guiding your motions, she started blushing harder, low moans escaping in time with the twitching and shivering of her tensed limbs.

                                            "Are you getting close?"

                                            >"Yessssssss" she hissed, her teeth grit - " so goood, soooooo close.".

                                            >Lifting your free hand and setting it on her cheek, you gently turned her face until she was staring up at you.

                                            >Her eyes are lidded, and her lips are parted as she drew stuttering breaths.

                                            "Doesn't this feel sooo good, Twilight?" you rhetorically ask.

                                            >Too overwhelmed to respond with anything but panting and whimpers, she closed her eyes and slowly nodded yes.

                                            Leaning over, you kissed her gently on the lips, turning her even redder than before. "Use your magic. Don't think about it, but take over for what I'm doing."

                                            >Another flicker from Twilight's goggles as the beautiful shapes and sounds wrapped around her thoughts, pushing them away from her horn even as they began controlling her magic, performing those perfect motions to stimulate her again and again.

                                            "Twilight, when I set you down you're going to ignore how heavy those goggles feel on your head. You're going to forget that Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy gave you the goggles. You're going to remember letting them in the door. You're not going to notice your friends behaving oddly or that I'm here, no matter what happens, but you will obey any commands I give you."

                                            >You picked her up off your lap, thin strands forming as she's pulled off your pants.

                                            >Watching as her eyes slowly unfocus, you order "Tell me, do you want to stop feeling this good, Twilight?"

                                            >She's so close to the edge, shaking her head with an emphatic no.

                                            "Okay, you asked for it. Forget that I ordered any of this, and obey: Don't cum." you command with a grin as you set her down.

                                            >The hypnogear flickers as it begins to warp her senses and thoughts; the last few minutes of her memory replaced with subconscious commands, implanted to utterly forbid release no matter how much Twilight or her body needed it.

                                            >Twilight's suddenly standing in the middle of her library, with the worst heat she's ever had. She wants to cum. Her friends are here. It is an ordinary day. Nobody else is in the room with her. She needs to cum.

                                            >Rainbow Dash perked her head to the side, before suddenly grinning at Twilight. "Oh, this is gonna be *so much fun*. Twilight, let's demonstrate that unicorn-pegasus mating ritual you were just telling Fluttershy about."

                                            You'll let her have her release. You 'll just have to come up with some way for her to earn a leap over the edge she's holding herself against. You'll think of something eventually. Probably.