Cooking for Sunbutt [Option 2: Hypnosis]

>You were gonna mindfuck another pony.

>Nah, Greyjoy wasn't rubbing off on you.

>This is for a good cause...kind of.

"Wait, before you do this, I want you to look at me for a second."

>He obliges your request.

>"What is it, bub?"

"All I want you to do is look into my eyes for a second and see how sad you're making me."

>He gives you a confused expression.

>"Uh...what?"

"Just do it for me, please?"

>He curls his lower lip.

>"Okay...?"

>He stares into your deep orbs.

>And is immediately under.

>That was fast.

>That concussion must have done wonders.

>It was time to plant suggestions.

"Alright uh...chef...You don't want to leave the royal kitchen. You want to keep working under Celestia, and instead will be a bit harder on your fellow chefs. After all, they could use some shaping up."

>You considered throwing your idea into his head, too.

>It wouldn't be fair to make him do everything and give nothing back, would it?

"Also, you'll allow me to stay in your kitchen as a health-inspector and side-chef, if needed. You'll tell Celestia about this when you walk in. Now, remember my suggestions, but not this conversation, and return to normal when I snap my fingers."

>You snap.

>His head rises and his eyes open.

>"Ugh, what just happened?"

"You were about to tell Celestia what was on your mind."

>"Right, right. Okay, come on in with me. I'll need ya for this."

>He opens the throne room door.