Anon Filly Hypnogear [Ebonyglow]


                                            Original Archival Date: 2022-11-29 22:55:22


                                            >sighing to yourself, you grab the door handle to your home, turning it.

                                            >slowly the door creaks open, as you make your way inside.

                                            >you’re fully expecting to see your roommate, ‘Anon Filly’, as you’ve deemed them, fucking about.

                                            >needless to say, you were right.

                                            >looking towards the corner of the living room, stationed at a computer setup YOU worked hard to afford, was your companion.

                                            >the little shit is, as usual, causing problems on boards

                                            >she’s chuckling to herself, as you watch her attach a picture of Rainbow Dash to a post.

                                            >she fails the captcha 4 times in a row, yet her determination never ceases.

                                            >only then are you starting to realize which board she’s on.

                                            >and it definitely isn’t /mlp/.

                                            >god dammit not again.

                                            >you dealt with her enough to know she had this inherent desire to be a royal pain upon any threads her malicious eye deemed worthy of her attention.

                                            >at least that’s how she worded it.

                                            >she won’t stop getting your IP banned by constantly breaking gr15

                                            >coming home every day and having to immediately reset your ip was getting tiresome to say the least.

                                            >grumbling to yourself, not yet making yourself known, you eye the bag you were carrying with you.

                                            >you squint at it, reminding yourself of a recent purchase.

                                            >you had just procured something that could more than alleviate the issue at hand, if it was real.

                                            >though it was from some sketchy pony in a back alley, you had picked up a small little headset from them.

                                            >looking akin to a headset with a visor, you were informed that it was some kind of brainwashing or mind control device.

                                            >as far fetched as it sounded, your gullible ass purchased it on a whim.

                                            >mind control sounded really fucking hot.

                                            >seeing the little, giggling form of your roommate in the corner of your eye, you have an idea.

                                            >it couldn’t hurt to try it out on the distracted pony feet in front of you.

                                            >at worst, she’ll barrage you with insults.

                                            >at best, you’ll literally fucking own her.

                                            >silently setting your bag onto the ground, you quietly pull out the headset you had purchased.

                                            >she’s chuckling to herself more, completely ignorant of your presence.

                                            “Hehehe, that’ll fuckin annoy them!”

                                            >she’s shimmying in her seat like a child.

                                            >slowly you start creeping towards her, tiptoeing your way towards the unaware pony.

                                            >she’s still rapidly browsing the boards, avidly avoiding /mlp/ so she can continue her little streak of mischievous pony posting.

                                            >you glance down at the visor in your hands, then back at your unaware companion.

                                            >near inches behind her, she looks at her screen curiously.

                                            >oh fuck she sees your reflection.

                                            “Anon, what the fuck are you - tch! Wha?”

                                            >before she can properly react, you quickly slam the headset onto her head, catching her off guard.

                                            >you press the button on the side to turn it on.

                                            >you watch as the purple-tinted screen starts coming to life, colors swirling within it.

                                            >Anon Filly is squirming in front of you, trying to get you to let go of her head.

                                            “T-the fuck are you doing!? Get the hell off me!”

                                            >you hold her, and in turn the headset, in place.

                                            >her smaller form made it incredibly easy to overpower her.

                                            >you watch as the visor continues swirling, though nothing much else is happening.

                                            >you remember something that the shady pony who sold you them told you.

                                            >you had to input commands for the visor to relay into its victim.

                                            >quickly you clear your throat.

                                            “You’re a good girl. You follow all board rules. You don’t post pony on other boards.”

                                            >the visor shines brighter, seemingly registering your words.

                                            >Anon Filly is still squirming in your grasp.

                                            “W-what the hell is that? Get it away from me you stupid fa-”

                                            >her words die in her throat.

                                            >she made the mistake of glancing directly into the visor's swirls, her vision soon being fixated on them.

                                            >nearly immediately, her muscles loosen, as she begins to relax.

                                            “I’m a good girl…I follow all board rules…I don’t post pony on other boards…”

                                            >holy fucking shit it’s working.

                                            >you decide to push those thoughts into her even more.

                                            “That’s right, you’re a good girl, you follow all board rules, you don’t post pony on other boards.”

                                            >her jaw opens, hanging, as her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

                                            >saliva drips from her maw, sliding down her tongue and dangling.

                                            >she’s quite literally drooling

                                            “I’m a good girl…I follow all board rules…I don’t post pony on other boards…”

                                            >she winces, struggling.

                                            >in her mind, something was going horribly wrong.

                                            >she wasn’t a girl!

                                            >and she definitely wasn’t a good one!

                                            >then why did it feel so good to say it?

                                            >the visor kept forcing this resolute mantra into her head.

                                            >Good girl. Follow Rules. Don’t post pony.

                                            >the pieces of the headset over her ears begin to play a sweet, calming sound.

                                            >the commands she was given now playing over and over into her, flowing right into her mind.

                                            >her mind continues to grow fuzzy, as her eyes slowly gloss over.

                                            >yes, this did feel right, this felt nice even.

                                            >pleasurable.

                                            >her hindlegs slowly begin to part, a bead of her nectar connecting her now moist lower lips to her plump inner thighs.

                                            >it catches your attention, causing your eyes to go wide.

                                            >was she getting turned on by this?

                                            >a devilish idea soaked its way into your mind.

                                            >she was always so determined on insisting she was truly a guy, even with the sexy feminine body she owned.

                                            >it annoys the shit out of you.

                                            >the devilish thought in your mind furthers.

                                            >why stop at fixing her online etiquette?

                                            >here you are, with this absolute banging female as your roommate, and she’s too stubborn to accept the fact that she’s best fit as your fuckbuddy.

                                            >or the way it was shaping up, your slave.

                                            >you look down between her parted hindlegs, catching a glimpse of her marehood giving a particularly enthusiastic wink.

                                            “I’m a good girl…I follow all board rules…I don’t post pony on other boards…”

                                            >she keeps repeating this mantra as a dumb, empty smile splits her muzzle.

                                            “I’m a good girl…I follow all board rules…I don’t post pony on other boards…”

                                            >you decide to go even further.

                                            >reaching your arm around her, you slowly guide your hand down towards her teats.

                                            >they’re a modest pair of tits, nothing too large but definitely big.

                                            >they look exceptionally hot on her smaller form.

                                            >you know she hates them, she always makes it clear how much she despises the two soft bosoms.

                                            >she says she’s a dude, so they were apparently embarrassing to have.

                                            >yet as you lightly grab one, twisting her hardening nipples with your fingers, she releases a throaty moan.

                                            >a pleasant, lovely gush of her arousal surges out of her winking cunt.

                                            >the scent of mint, mixed with some wild berries, finds its way into your sinuses.

                                            >you never could have expected such a pleasant smell coming from her, but you weren’t gonna start complaining.

                                            >she winces, biting her lip.

                                            >her eyes come back to life a bit, leaving their glazed over state.

                                            “S-stop it…you fucking…fa…fa…”

                                            >seems she was trying to get a little retort out at you, cute.

                                            >you had to assume since the visor was from some shady back alley, it wasn’t exactly perfect.

                                            >you whisper in her ear, continuing to tease her tits.

                                            “Shhhhh, let it take you ~ I’ll shape you up to be a real good toy.”

                                            >she scrunches her muzzle, trying hard to resist.

                                            “F-fuck you!”

                                            >you couldn’t lie, her insistent defiance was pretty hot.

                                            “I-I’m a guy! Y-you fucking…fucking…”

                                            >but also unwanted.

                                            >her eyes glaze over fully again.

                                            >time to keep pushing her.

                                            >you grab her plump teats again, playing with them in your hands.

                                            “What are these, hmm?”

                                            >drool drips from her mouth.

                                            “M-my…tits…”

                                            >you snicker, watching as her marehood winks yet again.

                                            “And how do you feel about them?”

                                            >she tilts her head a bit, staring off into nothingness.

                                            “Hhhh…hate them…”

                                            >you twist her nipple, listening to her cute squeak of pleasure.

                                            “Why do you hate them? You’re a good girl.”

                                            >she barely moves from your words, still emptily staring off into the distance.

                                            “I’m…I’m a good girl…yes…”

                                            >you massage her breasts more.

                                            “And good girls love their tits. They want to be a sexy, horny mare for their Master.”

                                            >she winces again.

                                            “N-no…don’t want…”

                                            >you repeat yourself, your voice far more firm.

                                            >she relaxes a bit.

                                            “G-good girls…love their tits…I want to be…a sexy, horny….mare for you…”

                                            >she was already seeing you as her Master?

                                            >fucking hot.

                                            “And you’re a good girl, right?”

                                            >she moans again.

                                            “Y-yes…I’m a good girl.”

                                            >she’s relaxing even more, like putty in your hands.

                                            “So what do you think of these nice, big tits of yours?”

                                            >she smiles a bit, giggling.

                                            “I…love them! Make me…sexy…horny…for Master.”

                                            >you reaffirm her.

                                            “For me, right?”

                                            >she giggles again.

                                            “Yes…for you, Ma…Maaa…”

                                            >she shakes her head furiously.

                                            “N-no! C-cut it out! Agh!”

                                            >seems her defiance really knew no bounds.

                                            “G-get it off! Fuck you! You fucking fa-”

                                            >you clamp your hand over her mouth, holding her in place.

                                            >you grab onto her with your other hand, ensuring the headset and her both remain in place.

                                            >she’s struggling even more, but as the visor's colors intensify further, she starts relaxing again.

                                            >that was close.

                                            >relaxing a bit yourself, you slip a finger into her mouth.

                                            >she starts sucking on it, bobbing her head forward a bit.

                                            >you move your other hand back to her tits.

                                            “For me, right?”

                                            >she’s giggling again, even with your finger within her mouth.

                                            “Yesh…for you, M-Mahster…”

                                            >you let her continue suckling on your finger, feeling her tongue swirling around it.

                                            >you continue swapping between each of her tits, making sure both get some attention.

                                            >you press your finger a bit more into her mouth, watching as she’s eagerly sucking on it.

                                            “Good girl. You want to be my slave, right?”

                                            >she winces yet again.

                                            “N-nho…ye…yesh…n..nyoo…yesss?”

                                            >though it's far weaker, her defiance is ever prevalent.

                                            >you take your hands off her tits, slowly caressing her body as you make your way up.

                                            >you stop under her chin, carefully stroking her cheek.

                                            “You know you do, I’ll help you see the light~

                                            >you take the finger in her mouth out.

                                            >it’s now slick with her saliva.

                                            >swiftly, you put your pointer finger on your other hand into her mouth, and she immediately starts sucking on it.

                                            >taking your now slickened finger, you slowly make your way down to her crotch.

                                            >you pass her tits this time.

                                            >pausing right over her marehood, watching as it is now wantonly winking, you snicker.

                                            >time to finish her off.

                                            >gently, you tease her cunt, prodding her lips with her fingertip.

                                            “Tell me, you love your pussy too, right?”

                                            >yet again, for hopefully the last time, she winces.

                                            “N-nhooooo…I havsh…I havsh…a chooock.”

                                            >adorable.

                                            >you prod her pussy more, seeing it pulse with need.

                                            “No you don’t. You’re a good girl, and good girls use their pussy for Master.”

                                            >she scrunches her muzzle, before relaxing her face even more.

                                            “I’m…a good girl…for Master…

                                            >you slowly sink your finger into her, feeling her walls clench onto it.

                                            “That you are, slave. Let’s end this.”

                                            >she leans back, throwing her head to the sky and releasing a long, guttural moan.

                                            >you start pushing your finger deeper into her.

                                            “You love your pussy, right?”

                                            >she’s lightly bucking her hips forward.

                                            “Y-yesssssh~”

                                            >you give her what her body thirsts for, thrusting your finger into her.

                                            >you're pushing it in and out rapidly, all while feeling her squirm.

                                            >you guide your thumb to her engorged clit, starting to tease and massage the sensitive bud.

                                            >she’s screaming out in pleasure, muffled by the finger you’ve slid into her maw.

                                            >she’s thrusting her hips hard into your hand, desperate to feel more and more.

                                            >she’s sucking on your finger harder than ever.

                                            >her walls are constricting around the finger in her pussy like her life depended on it.

                                            >you can hear her breathing starting to hitch, a climax surely close.

                                            >the visor is pulsing nonstop with color, reshaping her mind.

                                            >it’s finishing up the final steps, so you need to solidify your commands into her.

                                            “You’re my slave now.”

                                            >she moans.

                                            “Yesssshhhhh…”

                                            >you keep going.

                                            “You’re my needy, horny, good girl.”

                                            >she bucks against you harder.

                                            “Y-yessssh!”

                                            “You live to serve me. You obey me. I own you.”

                                            >she heaves air into her chest, slurring out her proclamation of obedience.

                                            “Yyesssh Mahster!”

                                            >you can hear her breathing become ragged, surely moments away from the bliss of her orgasm.

                                            >it’s time.

                                            “You’re gonna cum all that silly free will of yours away.”

                                            >she moans in response.

                                            “You’re gonna cum away that false sense of masculinity you held onto.”

                                            >she moans more.

                                            “You’re gonna cum and become mine.”

                                            >you feel her body stiffen, her marehood seize upon itself, and her breath hitch.

                                            “Now cum.”

                                            >she complies immediately, throwing her head back further, thrusting into your finger with all her might.

                                            >she quite literally howls with ecstasy as her climax shatters any shreds of the pony she once was away.

                                            >years of life, her memories as a male, her time before this world, all of it vanish into thin air in an instant

                                            >in its wake, thoughts of obedience.

                                            >thoughts of servitude.

                                            >thoughts of serving YOU.

                                            >her small frame convulses in your grasp, her body being overloaded with pleasure as her mind is reformed into that of a slave’s.

                                            >her orgasm continues, as you pull your finger free of her maw.

                                            >she starts screaming out.

                                            “Yes Master! Yes Master! Yes! Yes! I serve! I serve Master! Yesssssssss!”

                                            >that’s insanely fucking hot.

                                            >she continues to shake intensely.

                                            >gradually her body begins to calm.

                                            >she leans back, her eyes finally shutting.

                                            >she’s breathing heavily, panting like a dog.

                                            >your chair is stained with her juices and your hand is covered in them too.

                                            >you didn’t really care, not with what was going on right now.

                                            >you carefully lift the headset off of her, watching as her ears twitch in response.

                                            >placing it down on the desk, you turn towards her.

                                            >her eyes flutter open.

                                            “Hello Master, how may I serve you?”

                                            >you have no idea how to respond, but all you know is you’re fucking horny.

                                            >you look her up and down, nearly feeling giddy.

                                            >this sexy, little plump specimen of a pony was now all yours.

                                            >why the fuck didn’t you find this technology sooner?

                                            >you stand upright, towering over her.

                                            >your crotch was perfectly leveled with her face.

                                            >you’re painfully horny.

                                            >good thing your former friend is now much more open to accepting her true self.

                                            >not that she had any mind left in there to decide things for herself anymore.

                                            >you unbuckle your pants, letting them drop to the floor.

                                            >she’s still staring at you with eyes of pure adoration.

                                            >you throw off your underwear.

                                            >your manhood springs out, stiff and hard as a rock.

                                            >she eyes it, licking her lips.

                                            >whatever side effects that headset came with, it seemed like one of them made her a total, horny slut.

                                            >you stroke yourself lightly, before placing your cock right onto her muzzle.

                                            >you rub your cock against her face, watching her eyelids flutter as your musk invades her sinuses.

                                            >you know for a fact her marehood is winking like all hell.

                                            >you keep grinding your dick on her face, watching her squirm.

                                            >she inhales more of your scent, releasing a moan.

                                            “M-Master…please…”

                                            >you snicker.

                                            >might as well let her have what she wants.

                                            >she submitted to you, surrendering the pony she thought she was for the pure bliss of mindlessly serving you.

                                            >she earned a reward.

                                            “Slave, suck me off.”

                                            >without an ounce of hesitation, she throws her muzzle forward and hungrily shoves your cock down her throat.

                                            >mere minutes ago, she would’ve despised the mere thought of an action like this.

                                            >priding herself on her masculinity, even while a female’s body.

                                            >but now, as you watched her guide a forehoof towards her snatch, she knew.

                                            >her true role was that of a cocksleeve, nothing more than a body to be filled and used.

                                            >used by her Master.

                                            >used by you.

                                            >she brings her hoof to her winking snatch, beginning to rub herself furiously.

                                            >her hoof is soaked in her juices near me instantly.

                                            >she keeps bobbing her head forward, throating your entire cock with passion.

                                            >you sigh, her lips sending bolts of pleasure through you.

                                            >she’s damn good at this.

                                            >she was built for this.

                                            >you just finally showed her the truth.

                                            “Thank me for enslaving you, bitch.”

                                            >she looks up at you while slobbering on your cock.

                                            >there is nothing but mindless obedience in those eyes.

                                            “Mmmph ~ Mhank Yhou Mhaster”

                                            >she can barely speak as she continues to bob her head forward.

                                            >fuck does it feel good.

                                            >you spent so many hours, days, weeks even, dealing with her shit.

                                            >now she finally was in the position to pay for the troubles she caused you.

                                            >forever under your control, nothing more than a tool for your pleasure.

                                            >you gave her what she deserved - that useless fuck was only ever causing you trouble.

                                            >now, now she was something good.

                                            >you had years of pent up frustration to unleash on her.

                                            >you grab the back of her head, forcing her forward.

                                            >you hear and feel her gasp around your cock.

                                            >without any remorse, you start jackhammering your hips forward.

                                            >you start to absolutely fuck her face.

                                            >her small frame makes it more than easy to manhandle her.

                                            >you can’t help but to actually enjoy her presence.

                                            >she was definitely better now than the obnoxious bitch she once was.

                                            “Just a useless, good for nothing bitch! That’s all you used to be!”

                                            >she struggles around your cock, the imprint of your tool bulging in her throat.

                                            “Glk! M-mhm! Glk! Yesh!”

                                            >you continue to demolish her throat, lavishing in the sensations she provided you.

                                            “Now, now you’re something better! A mindless, worthless cocksleeve for me to use and nothing more.”

                                            >she moans around your cock, rubbing her snatch even more.

                                            “Yesssmph!”

                                            >she tries her best to lick the underside of your cock.

                                            >she had never done anything like this.

                                            >constantly claiming the mere thought of it was “gay shit.”

                                            >yet here she was, throating you like the whore she truly is.

                                            >”I’m a guy” yeah fucking right.

                                            >no dude could take cock this well.

                                            >no dude had a pussy that plump.

                                            >an ass that thick.

                                            >thighs that soft.

                                            >or a goddamn throat this good.

                                            >you continue to swab her throat with fury, pounding into her face.

                                            >she lets you use her, fulfilling her newfound role in life with pure joy.

                                            >she reaches up with a free foreleg, wrapping it around your hip.

                                            >she starts going with your motions, throwing her head forward as you pull her down.

                                            >for her first facefuck, she was taking it like a champ.

                                            >good, since there were certainly many more to come.

                                            >you grimace.

                                            >even with her worshiping you, it wasn’t enough.

                                            >for all the trouble she caused, she deserved to have any semblance of her old self utterly demolished.

                                            >you wanted to defy the very thing she used to stand for.

                                            >yet you weren’t satisfied.

                                            >not yet at least.

                                            >you started slowing your thrusts.

                                            >she still kept throwing her head forward, fucking her face on her own volition now.

                                            >I guess she had some will left, but it was solely dedicated to fulfilling your every desire.

                                            >you grab her hair, forcefully wrenching her head back and off your cock.

                                            >she releases a pained gasp, before her wet pussy starts winking even faster.

                                            >fucking masochist.

                                            >panting, with her tongue lolling out, she looks up at you.

                                            >saliva stained the edges of her mouth, with a trail of it connecting her tongue to the underside of your cock.

                                            >you look her over once again.

                                            >she definitely was better off as a sex slave.

                                            >you feel your cock throbbing, eager to finish.

                                            >you knew just what you wanted.

                                            >you licked your lips.

                                            “Slave, turn around and present yourself.”

                                            >She perks up, registering your command.

                                            “Yes - cough - Master!”

                                            >Seems the girl was still recovering from that thorough facefucking you gave her.

                                            >She hops off the chair, slowly turning around.

                                            >She’s swaying her hips while doing so, clearly trying to entice you with her feminine figure.

                                            >She always has had incredibly nice hips, which only show off her curves even more.

                                            >The lazy fuck she once was would’ve hated to see herself like this.

                                            >She finishes her brief 180.

                                            >With her rump to you, she raises her forelegs and places them on the chair.

                                            >Now mounted on top of the damp chair, the very chair she spent the final moments of her previous life on, she spreads her hindlegs apart.

                                            >Looking back at you, hearts in her eyes, she flags her tail.

                                            “I’m all yours, Master.”

                                            >You were greeted with her wondrous lower lips.

                                            >Delicious, juicy, plump pony pussy graced your vision.

                                            >Her shapely ass rounded out her figure, and just above her slavering folds was her pulsing, desperate asshole.

                                            >You already knew you’d be fucking her senseless - for as long as the device’s effects were on her.

                                            >But for now, you have to claim her for the first time.

                                            >Watching her marehood wink, primal fluids dripping down her thighs and forming a sticky puddle on the floor, you lick your lips.

                                            >You decide to have even more fun with her.

                                            “Beg for it.”

                                            >Her eyes widen, as she bites her lip.

                                            >She reaches back with a foreleg, grabbing the soft flesh of her ass.

                                            >She slowly pulls back, spreading her buns apart for your viewing pleasure.

                                            >Her marehood is now partially spread, showing you her lovely pink interior.

                                            >Not only that, but her pucker was partially spread too, reminding you to rut that hole into oblivion sooner than later.

                                            >She pulls a bit more, before looking right into your eyes.

                                            “Please, Master, rut me. Use me like the cocksleeve I am. I deserve to be punished for being such a bad, little filly. I resisted you, but you showed me the light. Fuck me as much as you want. Use me. I need you. I need your cock. I’m your fucktoy. Please let me serve you, Master.”

                                            >Hearing those words, coming out of HER mouth, AND having them directed at you…

                                            >You could barely control yourself.

                                            >Here was your usually smug, obnoxious, and irritating roommate begging you to plow her like a field in spring.

                                            >And you were absolutely going to do that.