Title:           /mlp/ Sunset hypno story Nov. 2015
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of November 2015 04:55:32 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 15th of November 2015 04:55:32 PM CDT

"HOLY SHIT!", you think "It actually worked"
 
>Last month you stumbled upon a weird old book in the bookstore of Mr D., the town's local looney. It contained all sorts of formulas supposedly for unknown psychodelic drugs.
 
>As aspiring chemitrist (and fan of Breaking Bad) you wanted to see if the formulas actually added up to something. As such, you spend the entire last week to get the ingredients together for one drug, only refered to as "Joke Control". A drug gained from a toxic flower known as "poison joke", that grew in a secret area of your town's local forest.
 
>You just finished to win a small sample of the powder that according to the notes, would put a person that inhaled the drug in a trance within seconds.
 
>You were just thinking about who to test it on (Mr. Cranky seemed like a good choice), when a certain ex-bullies voice staggered you.
 
>"Anon? What are you doing here?"
 
>Surprised, as you expected to have the lab for yourself this afternoon, you turned around. Unfortunately one of your hands was positioned in a way, that it got caught in the tube connected to the oxygen supply you worked with, ripping it out and causing a small but strong stream of oxygen to shoot the powder right out of the small bowl it was stored in, right into Sunset's face.
 
>Before you bith knew what happened, Sunset inhaled the dust. Worried you were trying to help the coughing girl, who only stumbled a few feet backward for a couple of seconds, before suddenly slowing down.
 
>Next thing you know she was just standing there, stiff as a board, shoulders hanging, her breathing slowed down.
 
"Sunset? Are you okay?"
 
>No response.
 
"Can you hear me?"
 
>Tilting her head up a bit higher, you could now actually see her face. Most prominently her heavily dilated eyes, highlighted by remnants of the dust sprinkled arpund her nose and cheeks. A sight that despite all expectations surprised you. Surprise that turned into fright, the moment she had the following words to say:
 
>"Yes, Master Anon... I hear and obey..."
 
 
>While you actually expected the drug to work kindaas suggested on the notes (seeing how a few other ones you worked on had their respective effect proven by you in previou experiments), you certainly did not foresee it to work like that.
 
>You may have not studied psychology or anything, but based on a few articles you once read, you knew that hypnosis wasn't working the kind of way saturday morning cartoons liked to portray it. You couldn't just swing a watch in fornt of someones face, tell them to fall asleep and then command them to think they were a dog. That was not how it worked.
 
>In fact, if anything, hypnosis was just a technique to put someone into a suggestable state fr their subconscious, which in reality would still be willing to reject commands that violated in any form or way the personality of the person in question. In short, a hypnosis victim actually had a sort of control of its actions.
 
>That said, if your readings were corrected, "Joke Command" was actually able (similiar to certain rape drugs) to override that phenomenon. Still, Sunset now even calling you Master and saying she was going to obey? That sounded less like someone wasted on good shit and more like Sailor Moon getting her brain scrambled.
 
>Excited about the prospect of your work showing positive results, while nervous about the indication that something is off, you grab for your bagpack to read up on your notes again. Sunset just stands there, dumbfounded and zoned out.
 
>Soon you have found the page describing the effect of "Joke Command" in detail. According to the notes, the drug remains in effect for around 2 hours. The victim will either act like a stoner turned into a zombie or (if ordered to do otherwise) act normal, while based on previous commands being suggestible to pretty much everyone.
 
>the notes are also saying that some given commands can last well past the 2 hour limit, becoming permanent and warn you to mind your wording. But otherwise there is nothing explaining why "entranced" automatically means adressing you with terms used in chessy kids shows.
 
>Laying the book to the side, you look over to Sunset again. Still zoned out. Or was she really? You sigh. There was no other way to find out how legit the trance was other than giving an order eventually.
 
"Sunset..."
 
>Yes, Master Anon?"
 
"Okay first, drop the Master thing"
 
>At least for now, you think
>"As you wish, Anon."
"Second..."
>Okay. What now?
"Second, I want you to tell me exactly what goes through your mind right now"
>"My name is Sunset Shimmer", she tells you in a monotone voice. "And I have to obey the words of my master"
"Who is your master?"
>"Anonymous D. Sukkar. In other words, you"
"Why do you want to obey me?"
>Silence. For a few seconds she looks confused. Eventually she answers with: "Because I am a slave. And slaves obey their master"
 
>That certainly was not a "classical" answer to get. The drug really seemed to have quite a direct influence on whoever took it.
 
"Okay, Sunset. Then tell me, as my slave, what are you willing to do?"
>"Anything you want"
In most other contexts, if a girl said these words to you, you would have probably popped a boner. But right now, you were in test control mode.
 
 
"Okay, better start of small." you murmur. "Sunset, I want you to stand on one foot"
>She does as commanded.
>... well, that was underwhelming. Perhaps let her do something weirder?
"Do a barrel roll"
>Next she puts down her foot and does the following.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiRrYbte1GI
 
>You can't help yourself, but smirk.
"Okay Sunset, that is enough. Stand up"
>She does as commanded. Bits of floor dirt are stuck on her top and leatherjacket.
"You are allowed to dust clean yourself"
>"Thank you, Anon"
>Oh. She is also polite in that state. Which begs a question though: Does that mean she has more of a mind in that state than you would expect?
>After she finished dusting herself off, including getting rid of the remains of the Joke command powder on her face, you decide to test it.
"Okay Sunset, listen. I want to see how much of your mind is affected in the state. So, I want you to tell me the following..."
>In a matter of seconds, you draw a series of chemical structures on the room's board.
"Draw for me the answer to that reaction, assuming a cleaving of a bencalhylic subgroup is happening"
>If what you heard about Sunset in general is right (the stuff about her turning into a she demon on the autumn prom last year not counting) and she is actually a smart student with a fondness for natural science, she should get it.
 
>And she does. After taking the chalk from you and staring for a few seconds at the board, she drew the correct structure.
>"I am finished, Anon!", she says, putting the chalk down.
>Okay. So her mental capacities don't seem to suffer.
"Sunset, what is 64 divided by 4?"
>"26"
"And if I told you it is 30?"
>"Then you would be wrong, Anon"
>Okay. Resistance in that regard.
"Now listen: I am never wrong. Anything I say is the truth. Do you understand?"
>"Yes, Anon"
"So tell me: What is the capital of Brasil?"
>"Brasilia"
>Really? I thought it was Rio de Janeiro. You never learn out.
"Incorrect, Sunset. It is Baltimore"
>She looks at you spaced out
"Who wrote "Pride and Prejudice"?
>"Jane Austen"
"What is cyanide?"
>"A toxin with a nitrogen group in it"
"What is the capital of Brasil?"
>"Baltimore"
>Okay. So manipulation of perception is possible, if ordered beforehand.
 
"Well then. Next I want you to forget what I said about everything I say being the truth"
>She nods.
"Did you forget?"
>"..."
"Sunset?"
>"I am sorry, Anon. What was I supposed to forget?"
"What is the capital of Brasil?"
>"Brasilia"
"Okay, that worked..."
>Question was, what now? Commands seem to work, her skills didn't seem to suffer... what about her memories in general?
"Sunset, I am going to ask you a few personal things. And you are going to answer them truthfully"
>"Of course, Anon."
"For how long have you been a student at this school?"
>"Three and a half year"
"Who are your best friends?"
>"Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle."
"What instrument do you play?"
>"The guitar"
"Who taught you to play it?"
>"Flash Sentry"
"Where do you come from?"
>"Equestria."
... wait a second.
 
"Where are you from?"
>"Equestria"
"...I thought you come from Canterlot"
>"Yes. But not from earth. I originally came from the Canterlot in Equestria"
>...Okay, what the fuck?
>Over the course of the next minutes you ask her a couple of more questions regarding this "Equestria". And what she tells you makes the idea of your hypnotic powder sound less insane than before.
 
>According to her words, Sunset is actually some sort of alien horse from another realm filled with magic and little girl dream pets, of which most share the same names as many students at your school. And just as cherry on this cake of nuttiness, Principal Celestia is in that world supposedly a divine being and was Sunset's former mentor, before she went bonkers and left her world to spend the rest of her life here in exile and attempting to find a way to overthrow her former teacher.
 
>And yet, despite how ridiculous it sounds, it suddenly put certain things you witnessed over the last year into quite a new, sense making perspective. Like why the fuck magic was now almost an everyday occurence.
 
"So you want to tell me, there is an entire world full of magic I could enter by just leaning against the stallion statue in front of the entrance?"
>"Yes, Anon"
"And you tried to take this place, where our principals are actually divine beings that could smither you with the power of the sun, over by turning us all into a zombie teenager army, that could not function without instructions?"
Silence
>"...Yes"
"Sunset, you were a terrible villain."
>"I know."
 
>You can't help but chuckle at that much self-awareness.
"anyway. You are a magic horse?"
>"A unicorn to be more precise."
"Does anybody else know?"
>"Only my friends"
A certain question begins to arise at these words.
"Does that include Flash?"
>"No. I never told him. And I assume he thinks Twilight and me are just from some other school or humans in the other world too."
"Oh my God!", you exclaim laughing.
 
>Flash Sentry, dreamboy number one, by some of the nerds even you would punch up called "The Waifu Wrecker", actually had something (and if the rumors about him and Twilight were something to go by) with a pony.
"Holy shit. Sex with Flash must have been awkward."
>"If we've ever had some"
"... Come again?"
>"If we've ever..."
"I got that the first time. So, you never had sex?"
>"No. I had sex, Anon."
... oh wait, wording.
"Let me rephrase: You never had sex as a human?"
>"Yes, Anon."
>Okay, interesting...
"Not even fooled around in that body?"
>"Flash tried to get a bit more, but we never went further than a bit groping"
"... So he never saw your tits?"
>"No, Anon"
>Okay. Now, while you did not hate Flash, seeing how he seemed to always get around the girls as well as he did kinda made you jealous. He was the guy with the groupies. You the best buddy if it added up. And frankly, you considered Sunset always kinda hot. And with that zoned out look on her face...
"Sunset... show me your tits"
 
>Without hesitation, she follows the command, sliding her leatherjacket down and lifting her top.
"Open your bra too."
>She obeys. And the heavens open for you.
>Cause sweet deities in heaven, if those were not some beautiful breasts on a rather cute girl.
"Sunset, come over here"
>She steps closer to you, to the point you could easily take a grope.
>Too bad there is this little pesky thing called morality keeping you from doing too much of the wrong thing.
"Sunset... tell me, are you comfortable like that?"
>"I am whatever you desire me to be, Anon."
"But if you were not entranced like that, would you be? Answer me honestly."
The answer comes quick and is as expected.
>"No. I would not be. I would be furious. Furious that you made me tell you thinks I keep close to me. That you made me do a peep show for you. If I could, I would..."
"Okay, just stop"
>Well, this is bad. Your intentions right now are not pure of heart in any way (if they ever were, considering you were experimenting with drugs) but this? After all, you were not a total scumbag. Otherwise you would have immediately after realizing what state she was in commanded her to bend over the table, pull her pants down and...
>Okay, bad thought. Try to not be a feminists cliche about men right now. And keep Little Anon down there.
 
"Sunset, listen. I know what I am doing is not really the "right" thing..."
>"You don't say."
>Snappy.
"But I am not trying do something really bad to you. I am just... fooling around."
>Doesn't really sound like the most legit justification.
>Shut up, conscious.
"I am meaning no real harm to you. I mean, come on. If you were a pony in that other world, you were mot of the time naked around others anyway, right?
>Silence
"Answer me."
>"Yes, Anon. I was naked most of the time."
"See? Now, you think you could trust me?"
>"Only if you ordered me to do so, Anon."
>Well... if that is the case...
"Sunset, I am now going to give you a couple of commands. If you understand them, repeat them after me. Nod if you understood that."
>She nods.
"Good. Sunset Shimmer, you trust me"
>"I trust Anon."
"You trust Anon like you trust one of your best friends."
>"I trust Anon like I trust one of my best friends"
"As Anon means no harm to you, you have no desire to harm him in any way."
>"As Anon means no harm to me, I have no desire to harm him in any way"
"You have no ill will against Anon, despite him having put you into a trance."
>"I have no ill will against Anon, despite him having put me into a trance."
"You like being around Anon."
>"I like being around Anon"
"When Anon is going to snap his fingers while you are in this deep state of a trance, you will wake out of it. You will be your normal self, but all commands he has given you while in your deep trance will be in effect still, until said otherwise during a deep hypnotic state."
>Again she obediently repeats what you are saying.
"If Anon adresses you with "little Sleepyhead" while you are awake, you will fall back into a deep trance state."
>"If Anon adresses me with "little Sleepyhead" while I am awake, I will fall back into a deep trance state"
"You will now no longer repeat the commands I am giving you"
>Silence
"I said..."
 
>"I know what you said, but if I had repeated it, I would have disobeyed your command."
"...Bark like a dog"
>"Wraf!"
"Good. Okay, now I am giving you your las- currently last command before I will awaken you. When you awaken, all the commands I have given you beforehand are active. And you will also have no problem with flashing your tits in front of me"
>With that said, you snap your fingers. Immediately, Sunset begins to stumble a bit, shaking her head and closing her eyes. When she opens them again, they are no longer dilated. She looks at you in confusion. Confusion that turns for a split second into anger, as shown by her growling face. But just like that the expression on her face changes again, this time turning genuinely friendly.
 
"How are you feeling?"
>Before she gives an answer, she tries to stand on one leg while attempting to spin over the floor"
>"Warf!"
>You growl in frustration
"Little Sleepyhead"
>Immediately her eyes dilate again and she stops.
"Let me rephrase what I said: Only all commands I have given you and you have obediently repeated are to be followed. Well, them and that you have no problem with flashing your tits in front of me."
>Again you snap your fingers and she awakens.
Now to see if the commands were in charge. Otherwise, good job trying to find your balls after she cut them off.
 
>Around five seconds pass of her just standing there, arms crossed, looking at you as if she is expecting you to give some answer to a question.
>"So..."
"So what?"
>"Anything you want to say?"
"So you are not "mad" at me?"
>"Considering you ordered me to not be and trust you, I can't"
"Little Sleepyhead"
>a command later, this time making sure the orders would be in effect but she would not remember that I have given her any, you ask her once more, if she is mad.
>"Why should I?" she asks with a smile.
"Because I put you into a trance and made you do silly things. Including making you show me your breasts?"
>You expect her to at least snarkily tell you off again in part. But instead she chuckles for a bit.
>"That? Come on. I admit, the fact I got hypnotized was a bit scary at first, but why should I be mad about it? After all. You did nothing else otherwise."
>She then puts her crossed arms up a bit, just right under her chest to highlight her tits a bit.
>"Also, what should be the big deal with flashing you these? It's not as if you would be so depraved to just rape me the moment you see a bit of flesh, making me enjoy it all the while."
>God damn it! I said you should trust me. Not be so open about it, you give me ideas reserved for a fetish folder!
 
>"Never quite understood what it is with you humans and these. Where I come from we don't mind them at all."
"Could I... could I touch them?"
>She freezes a bit.
"Sunset?"
>"Ye-Yeah sure. Go ahead"
 
>Slowly you put one of your hands on her right breast and give a firm grip. Her skin feels very soft and its warmth makes your blood shot into parts of your body, you have to control at the same time as best as possible.
>At the same time, you feel that Sunset is trembling. Looking in her face you realize, that she is rather uncomfortable.
"Is anything wrong?"
>"Not really. I mean, I know you don't mean anything bad, but..."
"But what?"
>"Well to be frank, being naked around you is not a problem. Being touched though..."
"Little Sleepyhead"
>And down she goes. Again.
"Sunset, you don't feel in any way awkward about me touching your body"
>Immediately you see her relax more.
>You are ready to put her out of it again, when an additional thought occur to you.
"In fact it feels really good for you to get touched like that and you enjoy the feeling"
>While telling her that, you start to slowly massage her breast, earning a soft but blissful moan from her.
"You will follow that command when woken up, but not remember me having given it to you in that state. In fact, you will follow orders I gave you in deep trance when waking up, without remembering me ordering them to you in general from now on."
>Snap
 
>the effect of the command becomes instantly obvious.
>Softly moaning, Sunset stands there, trembling, letting you continue with your lecherous ministration. Any discomfort has been replaced with actual enjoyment.
>"Oh damn it..." she murmurs, biting her lips. "That feels good"
"And how does that feel?", you ask, putting your other hand on her second breast, giving them both a soft squeeze. All she gives as reply is a sharp intake of breath, followed by her stumbling forwards.
>Before she can fall, she manages to put her arms around your neck, almost tacklign you to the ground. Thankfully, you manage to keep your stand.
 
 
>You can't help yourself but weirdly blush.
>Groping Sunset? Seems to be one thing. Her actually putting you in an awkward hug while sensually moaning completely different tough.
 
>You are actually stopping for a moment, ready to stop, when she grabs stronger at your collar.
>"Please..", she begs.
"What?"
>"Please don't stop. I don't know why, but this feels really good."
>You have no words for it.
>"Please", she begs again, blushing. "I know this is awkward, but... continue."
"As you wish", you say kindly, before continuing.
>For the next couple of minutes, you are just standing there, getting a good feel from her, squeezing, massaging and stroking these beautiful mammaries.
>In response you earn a load of cute little moans breath into your ear, turning more and more lustful as you go on.
>If that was a dream, you hoped it would last forever. Cause damn, it felt like...
>"Anon..."
>Before you can finish that thought, you suddenly feel Sunset shudder hard against your body, moaning and sweating.
>She does so for almost a minute, leaving you just stand there awkwardly.
>When she is done, she looks up to you, her eyes kinda glassy. Only to express shock within the next second, her face turning redder too.
>"I...I", she stammers suddenly, still in your arms.
>At that moment, something in your head makes click. Did Sunset just...
 
>She breaks away, blushing.
"Sunset... did you just..."
>"I am sorry", she says, almost in tears, nervously trying to cover her breasts again. "It just felt so good, I lost my self control and I..."
>Instead of saying anything, you just put her in a hug, shutting her up in surprise.
 
"Don't feel bad", you tell her. "It is not your fault!"
>Of course it is not her fault, you hear a small voice in the back of your head telling you. After all, for her this was all just normal up until she came.
>You try to ignore the voice and uprising guilt as best as you can...
>"Anon? Are you crying?"
"What?"
>"Your eyes are watery"
>Seems like you are doing not such a good job at suppressing your emotions.
"No, it is nothing. Just some dust" you tell her, wiping the upcoming tears away. "Look Sunset, I am sorry. I shouldn't have groped you in the first place."
>She just looks at you, a bit dazzled.
>"Oh come on. It was no big deal. After all, you even asked", she says, trying to justify the weirdness of both your actions within the last minutes.
>Part of you almost wants to spill the beans about everything you did, including the commands you gave her to enjoy it. That this was not normal and she knew it. But before you have the chance to do so, she starts hugging you back.
 
>"Heck, I even asked you to continue, didn't I?"
"True, but..."
>"If anything, we are then both to blame, aren't we?", she asks, looking you in the eyes, a gentle smile on her face.
>Did Sunset really just justify your actions?"
"Sunset... why are you taking that now so relaxed?"
>"Because I don't want to see you upset about it."
>Suddenly you remember one of the comments you gave her That she should never mean to harm you in any way.
>"And the way you look right now, I think you need to be cheered up", she says kindly. "And to be frank, as awkward as that all is, at least it happened with someone I can trust."
>You just look at her in silence, at a loss for words.
>"Anon?"
"Little Sleepyhead!"
 
>The hug ends and she is back to being a stiff, little hypnotized girl.
>You want to say something, but nothing really comes to your mind.
"Sunset... stay here", you eventually say. "I want you to just stay like this for a little, while I am... I have some business to take care of"
>You stumble out of the lab on the empty school floor. Immediately you dash towards the nearest restroom.
 
>You are Sunset Shimmer. And you are deeply hypnotized.
>All you wanted to do today was take one hour after classes extra in the chemistry lab, in order to conduct a small experiment for a practical test next week. That and you wanted to work out a schedule/scheme for an experiment regarding your friend Pinkie Pie. You wanted to find out, if it was possible to meassure her blood sugar levels and perhaps find out, how she is able to not drop dead from diabetes.
>Intead you found yourself face to face with Anon, who was just conducting some sort of experiment.
>Before you had the chance to ask him what he was working on, you got a handful of a weird blue powder in the face... and the next thing you knew, everything felt kind of warm and fluffy.
>All of sudden you didn't look at Anon as a fellow student, but as your superior. Someone you should listen and obey, even if some of his orders may seem weird.
>As such, you did a couple of weird things. Like tell him that you actually come from Equestria and show him your breasts.
>At some point you thought doing stuff like that was actually something you did not want to, but now... now it just seemed so silly.
>Why shouldn't she show Anon her breasts or feel nervus about telling him about your past? After all, he was someone she could trust.
>Someone who made her feel good just minutes ago?
>She sighed mentally, hoping that Anon would come back soon. She needed to listen to him. Or rather anyone.
 
>So when she suddenly heard the lab's door open again, she couldn't help but innerly smile.
>"Sunset?"
>Wait. That was not Anon's voice.
 
>Meanwhile, back to being Anon...
>You found a restroom and luckily enough it was completely empty.
>Good for you, because considering the minor mental breakdown you have right now, you really don't want any witnesses to watch.
>You sit there on a toilet seat, having to keep yourself calm.
>If someone found out why you are here, you would be called a faggot by some, a small part of you thinks.
>Said part you mentally shut up immediately, as you try to focus on what is more important.
>Mostly the fact that you more or less went third base with Sunset Shimmer, after druging her and convincing her it is okay to be a nudist around you.
>Sure, it "wasn't" more and you had read enough crappy fanfiction online to know what could have become. And yeah, Sunset didn't seem too upset, but.... god damn it. You were perhaps a little manipulative asshole who worked on illegal substances just for fun and giggles, but that was too much.
>And yet... you can't help yourself but admit, that there was a part in you who enjoyed it.
>Enjoyed the kind of power you had over Sunset. Enjoyed the feeling of her breasts in your hand. Enjoyed the look on her face and the warm smile she gave you, when you hugged her after...
"Damn it, you idiot!" you shout, hitting the wall. "What the heck is wrong with you?"
>You just sit there, trying to calm down again and rationalize things. Eventually, you come to a decision. That you would snap Sunset out of the trance, make her forget all that happened, destroy the book and just forget all this ever happened.
>Perhaps then I can also fathom to look in the mirror again, you think and stand up. It was time to own up to your mistake.
 
>Shortly thereafter, you are back at the lab. You open the door and the first thign you see is Sunset. Standing there, still hypnotized and... wait. Wasn't she facing in the other direction when you lef-
>BAMMMM!
>"You bastard!"
 
>You were just entering the lab, when something hit you hard on the back of your head.
>And considering the noise that was accompanied by the hit, it is safe to assume it was out of glass.
>Not that you really care that much about that right now, as your head is too busy screaming in pain.
>You try to turn around, to see who hit you.
>But all you see is a lemony colored fist, hitting you hard.
>And luck has it that your assailant just hit you the right way to make you dizzy enough, that you hit the floor headfirst, resulting in even more pain.
>You feel like you are going to faint, but before the sweet embrace of unconsciousness welcomes you, you feel te weight of your attacker on your stomach, pinning you down and holding what seems to be the remains of the labs largest meassuring cylinder on your throat.
>"You bastard", you hear the person growl in a rather feminine voice. A voice you are familiar enough with, that the very moment you hear it, you are suddenly wide awake again, despite some rather severe head trauma.
>Only now you get a better look at your attacker. Especially her angry, cyan eyes.
"Tennis Match?"
>"How dare you molest Sunset!"
 
>Molest Sun... how did she... what was she even doing here, aside of threatening your life?
"Tennis, what are you..."
>"Shut up", she hisses, holding the broken cylinder closer to your throat. "I always thought you were a good guy, but this? Brainwashing a girl and groping her till she cums? "
>How does she even know what happened?
"Tennis, its not like..."
>"Don't you dare say it was not like that. Sunset told me everything"
>She did what?
>You glance over to Sunset.
>But how? She is still deeply in trance.
>"Eyes on me, pervert!"
>You look back to her again. Although you really do not wan to.
>Personally, you knew Tennis always as a nice girl, getting along with everyone, especially the members of the sports club. Just someone you can hang around at a party and have fun with, even if the situation is awkward?
>But this? It was as if everything nice with her had been replaced by a raging fury.
>"I am going to tell the principal about this, Anon", she threatens you. "But first, I make sure that you are not going to do anything bad to Sunset or any other girl..."
"Sunset, help me!"
>Before Tennis can react, she is suddenly tackled by the entranced girl, allowing you to slide as far away from your class comrade as possible.
>Meanwhile Tennis lets drop her weapon. All the anger that was directed at you has now been replaced by confusion on her face, as she finds herself being held by Sunset.
>"Sunset? What are you... let me go!"
>Much to your horror, Sunset obliges. And then you realize why. In deep trance, she is going to obey any command given to her.
>As soon as that realization hits you, only one thing spills out of your mouth like in reflex:
"Sunset, don't listen to what she has to say. Do something to stop her!
>Tennis, who has already collected herself well enough to grab after her weapon again, finds herself suddenly assaulted by Sunset again.
 
>Sunset manages to twist Tennis's arm behind her back, making the sport's student scream.
>Immediately you feel regret for your last command.
"Don't hurt her", you order Sunset.
>She just blinks kinda confused, her grip on Tennis slipping in bit.
>Tennis tries to use the chance to fre herself, but fails.
>A severe mistake, as Sunset, even while entranced, takes said opportunity to come up with a solution to keep Tennis from lashing out further, without actually hurting her.
>How? By grabing after the few remains of Joke Poison left on the working surface of the lab and throwing it into her face.
>"Sunset, what are you..." is all Tennis can spill out, before she goes limb under your slave's grip.
>As soon as she is sure Tennis is no longer a thread to any of you, Sunset releases her.
>Leaving Tennis leaned against the working place like a ragged up doll, her eyes dilated and face rather serene, she turns to you.
>Carefully Sunset leans you up against the nearest cabinet.
 
>Without saiyng a word, she then goes to the sink, takes a few paper towels, makes them wet and comes back to you, pressing them carefully against your head.
>Instantly you feel a stinging pain on your head. When Sunset removes the towels for a bit, you see they have become red stained.
>Great, I am bleeding to, you think, lancing over to the entranced Tennis nearby.
>Thanks, Tennis. Just when I want to fix everything, it becomes worse.
>You hiss as Sunset continues to take care of your wound.
>Speaking of Sunset...
"Sunset, listen. You know that I have put you in a trance and...
>Right then she pushes at a certain part of your head, immediately causing you immense pain and silencing the next words.
"God damn it!"
 
>For a second, you see lights flicker before your eyes. It seems that you were actually in a worse shape than you were willing to admit.
>Great, you think. What am I going to do now?
>"Go to the nurse", a inner voice tells you.
>I can't.
>"Why not?"
>Cause if I don't fix that wth Sunset now...
>"Okay Anon, listen up. It's all fine and dandy that you want to revent Sunset from being your sexslave or whatever you think she may become, but as your survival instinct, I am telling you now the following: You are bleeding, you see stars, you are probably going to smell pancakes soon too and the only reason you have not lost conscious yet is probably that you are full of adrenalin. There is a good chance that you may fall over right now and when that happens, Sunset, in the state she is in, may go after the nurse herself. Then shit will really hit the fan and you all three are screwed."
>You gulp mentally as you realize, that this somehow made sense.
 
>And your survival instinct is not done lecturing you.
>"Furthermore, do you really think you can come up with logical instructions right now, without risking to keel over halfway through them? Go on, try. And if you are screwing it up, you are screwing Sunset over even more."
>You stay silent, thinking.
>"So, what will it be. And you better come up with a decision and idea soon, cause I think I am already smelling the blueberry topping on these imaginary pancakes!"
 
>Okay, fine.
>Sunset was just going through a first aid kit, trying to find some bandages and some medical sanitizer for you, when you decide to put your decision into action.
>"Sunset, listen. When I snap my fingers, you will continue helping me with my wounds. But you will also try to help me so that we both get out of this situation away without anyone finding out what happened here"
>Snap.
>"Anon, you okay?", Sunset asks, while still helping you with your wound.
"I don't know. I certainly don't feel that well. How did Tennis even find out what we did?
>"She... she came in here while you were away. She asked me what I am doing here and why I looked like that and... well, I spilled the beans about what we did and she came to the wrong conclusion."
>Well, that explained something.
>Although, wait. Did she just say she told everything? Does that mean Sunset is aware of...
>Pancake smell...
>Nevermind that now.
"Sunset, can you help me up. I think I need Nurse Redhearts help"
>"Of course, Anon"
>Shortly thereafter you two stand in front of the door of the schools infirmary, you holding a cold bag and some paper towels on your head .
>"I am just going to open up and..."
"No, you can't."
>She looks at you worried.
"If you go with me in there, there is no one to take care of the lab"
>You don't even have to say anything more, as she gives you an understanding look.
>"You are right. If they hear what happened they will look and then..."
>She sighs.
>"Okay, Anon. I am going to take care of the place"
"Just make it look like that damn cylinder and something else slipped of the cupboard and hit me bad. I think that should do the trick."
>"For Celestia and Luna? Believe me, if I put a rock near an intact window and you just claimed someone threw it from outside, they would still believe it."
>Despite the severe pain in your head, you can't help but silently laugh at that remark. Sunset on the other hand just smirks.
 
"Nice one. Still, make sure that no one finds out about the Joke Command."
>"The what?"
>Oh, right.
"The stuff that hypnotized you"
>"Oh. So that's what it is called"
"And please do something about Tennis"
>"Will do", she says and pulls away from under your shoulder.
>Just when you are grabing for the doorknob to open, she gives you a hug. In surprise you freeze.
>"Mind your own words in there, Anon. I don't want anything bad to happen to you"
>She leaves.
>Did she mean tha... oh right, wait. One of your earlier commands. Nevermind. Time to see if the acting lessons in theater class were worth the time.
 
>by now around 20 minutes have passed since you entered Nurse Redheart's office.
>The middle aged school nurse was just going to leave for home, when you entered. >Shocked about your beaten up state, she asked what happened.
>As agreed with Sunset, you just tell her that you had an accident in the lab with some equipment. Additionally you were acting in part as if you were going to faint soon, just to stall for time and prevent Redheart from going to the principal after taking care of the wound.
>Anything just to keep others from entering the lab within the next half hour so Sunset had enough time and deal with Tennis.
 
>But there was only so much that you could say and do till she had taken care of your injury (as it turned out, you had a nasty cut from the cylinder that had to be stitched up, but otherwise everything else seemed to be okay) and so now you were laying there on a bed, trying to ignore the pounding headache and waiting for Redheart to come back.
 
>Just when you try to relax for a bit and enjoy the softness of the matress under you, Redheart reenters.
>And she is not alone.
>Vice-Principal Luna is with her.
>Not that it really surprises you.
>The fact aside that the principals have to be informed about injuries like that one, you were already on their watch list, thanks to a little accident five months ago.
>Let's just say that what happened back then led to the lab being left unserviceable for a week cause of a strong sulforic odor, worked as an excuse to repaint the ceiling, ended with you in detention for two month, being grounded at home for three (as well as working at your dad's best friend store each weekend to earn money for repayment) , and a probation on using the lab only for minor, school related experiments, on which you had inform and get permission from at least one of the principals three days in advance.
>Which you may have had (under the disguise of working on something else than your little drug) but you doubted that bureaucratically correctness was going to cover your ass here.
>Even if you were the only one who suffered any harm.
>"Nurse Redheart told me you had an accident with the lab equipment?
"Yes, Miss Luna."
>"... are you okay?"
>"He claims to be", Redheart replies before you have any chance. "at least now. When he entered he was stating he is going to faint. So I say we get him to a hospital"
>Curse you, acting lessons.
"Nurse Redheart, I think I may have just overreacted. I really..."
>"Kid, you are not going to argue with me. Even if the cut was the worst you had, you still need some medication for that, which I can't provide. Probably some antibiotic, to avoid an infection.
>Damn it, she was right.
>"I will call for your parents Anon", the vice principal says, leading you to sigh.
"You can forget that, Miss Luna. Mom and Dad are on a two weeks vacation to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary"
>"Oh. Well, in that case, I can drive you to the hospital"
 
"Sounds good", you say in defeat and try to stand up.
>Right then, the door opens again and none other than the big boss herself enters the scene.
>"Is everything okay with Mr. Suckar?", Celstia asks in sincere concern.
>You had to give it the lady. Even if you were not on her good side, she actually cared for you as a student.
>Luna and Redheart are quickly briefing her in on getting me to the hospital for a second opinion.
>Something you don't really care that much about right now, as you are far more worried about what is going on in the lab.
 
>After being informed of the situation a bit more, Celestia turns to you, taking a closer look at your head, even motherly stroking your hair as if to show you that she wants to make it better for you.
>"You really had quite some misfortune with that cylinder", she tells you.
"Tell me about it"
>"I mean it. As someone who had chemistry in college, I know these things don't really break that easily when falling. At least when not hitting the ground. And this thing broke when hitting you on the head, right?"
 
>Damn it. Was she actually on to something? Did she know that something was off about your statement?
"Yeah", you say weakly.
>Certainly not the best reply to give, but better than losing yourself in a too elaborated lie.
>"I am just glad you did not lose conscious or worse. Cause based on the pile of shards I saw, that could have easily happened."
"Pile of shards?"
>"Yes. I just checked on the lab. I saw the blood and the shards."
>Oh crap. The blood. Considering how you stumbled upon the room when you tried to get away from Tennis...
>"It was all over the cabin door"
"The cabin door?"
>"Yes. You must have leaned against it, after it hit you"
"..."
>"I thin Luna should now drive you to the hospital, don't you think so?"
"Yeah, sure. Can I just go and get my backpack first? It is still in the lab"
>"Of course"
 
>With Luna accompanying you, you return to the lab to grab your backpack.
>And thank god for the sight in front of you when opening the door.
>The table had been cleaned up, all flasks and chemicals you worked with standing being out away.
>And based on first glance, nothing seems to indicate that an actual fight happened in here.
>Like at all. Sunset didn't just clean up, she went so far in manipulating the scene, the blood you expected on the floor from when you hit it is missing. Also the bloody tissues and the bandages she put on your head, which you had to remove shortly before heading for the infirmary.
>She is really good at that, you think.
>Though you are not sure if you should be impressed or frightened about her skills in manipulating what was pretty much a crime scene.
>Also, where was Ten-
>"Are you coming, Anon?"
"Yeah, Miss Luna. Sorry. I was just... feeling a bit dizzy."
>She looks at you concerned and then comes to you, taking your backpack. "I am going to carry that for you. Now come. And tell me if you are not feeling okay in any way"
 
>Couple of minutes later you sit in Vice Principal Luna's car, driving down the streets.
>By now your headache has subsided enough for you, to think more logical again.
<Unfortunately, this only means you can also start to worry about the situation you are in again more.
>Especially around what Sunset may have done with Tennis, as you start to remember what you said to her.
>That she should take care of Tennis.
>Now, you did not think of Sunset as a cold hearted killer or anything, even if the entire she-demon thing happened only less than a year ago.
>But considering the wording of your command AND the possibility of her doing anything to help a person she trusted well enough to fake a crime scene in a way you would have probably not been able to do because of repulsion, you got worried how far her help would go.
>Just right then you hear something tweet.
 
>"What was that?"
>You grabf or your backack and fish your phone out.
>You just received a text message by Sunset.
>How did she get your number?
"Just my dad. Texted me I should not forget to water his priced flowers."
>"I see"
 
Later at the hospital, while Luna is busy telling a nurse she wants to see a doctor, you actually get a good look at the message.
>HEARD YOU ARE ON THE WAY TO THE HOSPITAL. ARE YOU DOING FINE? it reads.
YES, I AM FINE. THX FOR TAKING CARE OF THE LAB. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH TENNIS? SHE OKAY? PLEASE DON'T TELL ME, U-
>"Anon?"
>You look up.
"Yes, Miss Luna?"
>"You can text later. A doctor can see you"
>You look on the phone and back to her. Before she can take a closer look at what you've writen, you push send and hope that whenever Sunset replies, it won't be the worst answer you can imagine.
 
>Around one hour later you find yourself again in Luna's car, on your way home.
>The doctor performed an x-ray scan for your head, just to see if anything was broken or worse, but it turned out all right.
>Or at least right enough that you could go home, a prescription for antibiotics and sick note now in your pocket, the later certifying that you could at least spend the next two or three days at home.
>Too bad that today is Friday, so yeah, no advantage for you.
>At least the worst seemed now over, as also shown by Sunset's last message.
>It read:
TENNIS IS FINE. WHAT DID YOU THINK? THAT I HURT HER FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU? I KNOW IT WOULD UPSET YOU. SHE WON'T JUST TELL ANYONE ON EITHER OF US.
 
>It still left a few questions you had open though and as such all you wanted to do was text her back as soon as possible for more information.
>But before you had the chance to do so, you had to wait for being alone.
>thankfully by now your home was right ahead of you.
>"Is that it?", Vice Principal Luna asked pointing at your house.
"Yes."
>you wait for her to park in front of it.
"Thanks for driving me", you say while leaving the car.
>"no problem. I am glad you will be okay. And don't forget what the doctor said: One antibiotic each morning and evening, two at the first day.
"Yes, I won't."
>Luna smiles at you.
>"Look, I know we are not on best terms, but I really wish for you to get better as soon as possible. So, take your time"
"Will do"
>"Hope to see you soon again", is the last thing she says before she is driving off into the sunset, leaving you alone.
>Speaking of Sunset.
"I seriously hope Sunset has done nothing stupid while I was away", you murmur, while tipping on your phone the next message. "How did she even get my number?"
>"I send it from your phone to mine, while hiding from Celestia"
>Startled you almost drop your phone, but manage to catch it just in time.
>You turn around and Sunset stands there.
>"Hi Anon. You look terrible."
 
"You would too, after being assaulted with a broken piece of school property", you tell her.
>you sigh
"What are you even doing here?"
>"I was worried. Wanted to see how you are doing after I was finished in the lab. But when I had a chance to visit you at the infirmary, you were already gone."
>She comes closer to you and strokes carefully over your wound.
>"Does it hurt?"
"A bit. But the doctor gave me those"
>You pull out a small flask with pain killers.
"I am probably having to pack my stuff, cause I am going on a trip this weekend."
>She looks at you confused.
>"You want to leave tow- oh, now I get it"
>You look at her in disbelief, putting the painkillers back in your pocket.
"Seriously?"
>"Sorry I did not get the joke right there. I am a little bit stressed out myself", she says begrudingly. "First I had to clean your mess up and then I spend the last hour or so worried how you are doing.So yeah, I am a bit exhausted myself."
>A strong wind blows over the both of you, leading Sunset to stroke her hand over her arm.
>"And now it is also getting cold"
>Great. Now you feel bad.
"Sunset, do you want to come inside?"
>She looks at you in surprise, then smiles.
>"Sure"
>So you open the door to your house.
>After throwing the backpack in the nearest corner, you are heading for the living room, Sunset following.
"Home sweet home", you say, before throwing yourself on the couch and just spreading your arms and legs out to relax.
>Finally you were at a place, where you had some sort of control over your life.
>Seeing that Sunset was still standing there, you just tilt your head, indicating to her she shall just take a seat in the arm chair next to you, directing at the 70 inch plasma tv your dad bought last year.
>"Nice place", she says after a couple of seconds, now herself visibly more relaxed.
"The advantage of being born in a family, where the dad gets a huge raise after inventing for his company a new product that makes millions for them", you say.
 
>"Wait. Your dad makes millions?"
"Nah. As said, he got a huge raise for inventing something for his boss. And while they got billions up their ass for not doing anything than signing paper, Dad got a raise which he invested well enough that we are now upper middle class. We are no Richs, but I won't have to get a student loan when I go to college later."
>"Didn't know that."
"Really?", you ask with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you knew everything about the students of Canterlot, back when you..."
>You interrupt yourself, as you realize that you are entering the kind of territory, she does not really like talking about.
>At least that is the impression you got, when you asked her out about Equestria and she told you everything about her turning evil and how she regreted what she had done.
>Unfortunately, Sunset realizes what you were going to talk about.
>"It's okay", she says sadly. "I know what I have been. But to be frank, if the information on the student'S private life was not too obvious to get, I just ignored it and concentrated on ruining their school life. All I knew about you back then was, that your dad worked for a pharma company"
"Which by the way hopefully explains to you where my interest for chemistry comes from.", you add, in hopes of lighting the mood a bit.
>"Guess you there is always something new to learn"
>Following that statement, you both fall into a rather long and awkward moment of silence.
"So..." you eventually begin, going to tackle what is the elephant in the room currently. "About you helping me..."
 
>For the next 15 minutes you two are just talking about the basics of what happened while you were in the infirmary, interrupted only by Sunset getting you and herself something to drink, when you start coughing somewhere in the middle of her story.
>While you were being stitched up Sunset ran back to the lab and dismantled your test set up. Already there she showed that she knew quite well how to manipulate the scene, as she immediately after dismantling the last tube realized, that someone could find remains of what you brewed up on the glass.
>As such, and because time was running, she actually did something you did not exect her to do just like that easily: She commanded Tennis to help her.
>While Tennis in her mindless state was cleaning up the equipment, Sunset went on to get rid of anything else that would have looked suspicious.
>And unfortunately, there was a lot.
>First there was what was left of Joke Command, which she carefully put into a test tube that was resting in her own backpack, together with your book and notes.
>"I thought if someone found them in your backpack, they would have tried to take a look in them while you were knocked out", she explained on your question, why she put them in hers and not yours.
 
>You had to admit, again, that was frightingly smart of her.
>Removing the blood and taking care of the opened up first aid kit was another thing. According to her, she was probably going to replace the opened up kit with the one of another classroom around monday, just so no one got suspicious. The blood on the other hand she got rid of with a bottle of the labs alcohol and a few tissues she then shoved down a plasticbag and put it into Tennis's own sportsbag.
Speaking of Tennis...
"What have you done with her?"
>She stays silent for a bit.
"Sunset?"
>You are almost willing to say her trigger phrase, when she opens up.
>"Truth be told, for a moment I was actually considering to make her suffer for what she did to you"
>Oh no.
 
>"But then I realized you would not have wanted that. That it would have made you upset."
>Oh thank god! The "don't mean harm to Anon" command must have had canceled out any... wait? Does that mean she would have hurt her if the command was...
"Sunset..."
>"Yes Anon?"
"We are friend, right?"
>She concentrates for a bit, as if to find an answer that makes sense in context of your commands."Well, I trust you like one and we did something rather intimade back then, I would not really consider something I would do with any stranger ", she says, blushing a bit as she remembers how she came in your arms.
"And friends are honest to each other, right?"
>"Well, they should. Otherwise I think Applejack and Twilight would have a crisis of faith."
>You ignore that comment for the time.
"So, would you give me a honest answer to the next question?"
>"Sure"
>Here it goes
"Would you actually kill another person, just to protect me?"
>Silence.
>"Wha-what?", she asks in shock.
"Sunset, I appreciate that you took my feelings and well being into consideration regarding what Tennis Match did, but..."
 
>"No!", she shouts angrily, slaping her hands on the table
>That just shut you up.
"I mean, if anyone would threaten the lifes of you or anyone else I care about, I would... I don't know if I cou... I am not....", she stammers.
>You see tears beginning to form in her eyes and suddenly you feel like a piece of shit.
>"I am not who I was before..." she murmurs on the brink of tears.
"Little Sleepyhead"
>As she goes limp, her eyes dilating and the first tears strolling now uncontrolled, but unemotionally down her face, you gently take her hand and lead her to you.
>Shifting a bit on the couch around, you end up now holding her in your arms, her back pressed against your upper body and your hands around her waist.
>Immediately, as a result of the one command that started the entire mess in the first place, you feel her become more relaxed.
"Sunset, are you feeling good?"
>"... kinda. When you touch me, it feels nice, but... I am sad that you think I would kill someone."
>You decide to stroke her hair a bit, in hopes it relaxes her more, earning a soft sigh.
"Why does it make you feel sad?"
>"Because I trust you and thought you trusted me too.
"Sunset, I trust you. I trusted you with taking care of the lab. And you did areally, really good job."
>But you don't trust me enough to the point you think I could hurt someone else."
>Even within her trance, she begins to sniff.
>"And I do not want to hurt anyone."
>As you then question her what she meant by that, she started to tell you a bit more about what she went through emotionally, following the Fall Formal prom.
>Mostly that while she was power hungry and desperately wanted to prove herself that she was better than Twilight, she never wanted to ever be a killer.
 
>Yet being corrupted by something she refered to as the Element of Magic, turned any "dark" desire she ever had up to eleven and twisted her anger into murderous rage. Something which frightened, and in some way, broke her.
>Broke her to the point that when Twilight and the girls who would later become her friends played their little light show up, she wanted to be anything but that beast again.
>something she is afraid could happen, if she ever gave into her "desires" again or commited, what she almost did to her friends back then.
 
>This was kinda hard to swallow.
>Sure, you knew that Sunset had changed and that up until that Battle of the Bands, she had always acted rather awkward around others.
>But you thought it was the behavior of a former bully just now learning how to be nice around others.
>Now it sounded more like a girl who sincerely wanted to change, but also repressed for a long time who she was around others, because she was afraid of herself more than anything else. And considering how Sunset seemed to have improved ever since that thing with the girls she refered to as the Dazzlings....
"Oh Sunset..."
>"I do not want to be this demon again."
>You hold her a bit tighter at these words, making her relax more.
"Sunset, I want you to listen to what I have to say now. And I want you to take them as serious as any command I would give you: You are not this demon. You are Sunset Shimmer. the girl that ever since the Fall Formal has done her best to be kind to others. The girl that saved our school from these Jem rejects and from whatever the hell that disaster at the Friendship Games was. The girl that is best friends with the Rainbooms and who saved me from Tennis. You are not going to ever turn into this monster ever again, cause you have learnt from your past mistakes. You are a changed person... pony, whatever, the point I am making is, you have changed for the better. And you are strong enough to stay like that."
 
>"But what if you ordered me in trance to kill someone?"
"Sunset..." you say sternly "I would never order you to do something as terrible as that. In fact, If I ever did, I command you to ignore and call me out on any command, that may result in the harm of somebody else at your hands if I ever do so. Repeat, if you understood that"
>She does. And somehow you could swear she sounds severely reliefed.
"As for your desires... Sunset, when you suppresed how you felt around your friends during the Battle of the Bands, did you feel happy?"
>"No"
"Why was that?"
>"Because I wanted to tell them to get their shit together, for their own sake. I did not want to see my friends fight."
"And why didn't you?"
>"Because I thought if I acted like that, they may think I have not changed and stop being my friends."
"But they did not. And since you stayed to your true self, you are happier, right?"
>"Yeah."
"And your friends still accept you for who you are, right?"
>"Yes"
"And seeing how your desires are part of yourself, I think that you should also accept them more. Or at least, those your new self still deep down wants to. Those you have self control over.
>Weird. Did she just moan?
"Are you feeling better now?
>For the first time ever you see something else than her monotone and slagged down face in the trance state: A genuine smile.
>"Yes"
>It looks beautiful and you wish you could look at it for longer.
 
>But at the same time you start to feel bad again for putting her under like that. Furthermore, you still don't know what now happened with Tennis.
 
"Now, when I am going to snap my fingers, you will walk back to the chair and sit down. Only when you sit again, you will snap out of your deep trance. You will have forgoten that I asked you if you could kill another person to protect me, instead think I asked you to tell me what you did with Tennis in detail. As such you will tell me what you did with her and in which way she is okay. Say yes, if you understood."
>"Yes"
>The next couple of minutes you spend then listening to her telling you about Tennis and how she is doing.
>You learn that Sunset, after the lab was cleaned up well enough, took her to the girl's restroom to make her forget what happened. But then again, a part of her wanted to punish her for hurting you.
>"Not violently", she adds to that immediately. "But I wanted her to understand what you did was not wrong or your fault. So I told her that you were making me feel good and that you were not molesting me.
>Well...depends on how you look at it, you think.
>"And when I did, I asked her how she felt now, knowing that nothing was wrong. And she said she felt horrible."
"Horrible?"
>"I said the same thing, just in the same tone. And she went on telling me that she considered you always a nice guy, that her attacking you was only to protect me and that she wouldn't have done it if she knew the truth as I told her."
 
>She holds in a bit, before continuing with a sigh.
>"Kinda stole my thunder there."
"So then what?"
>"I told her that if she really feels as bad as she does, she should consider making it up to you."
"Make it up to me, how?"
>"That is the question", she replies sheepishly. "See, I did not tell her how."
"...What?"
>"I didn't want to make her do anything that would have gone too far in her case, or in your opinion. So I left it kind of open. All I told her was that a first step would be to obey me, her mistress."
"Mistress?"
>"Look, it was not my idea. She was already calling me it, when I started to give her orders to help me clean up the lab."
>So Sunset calling you Master Anon when exposed to Joke Command wasn't just something happening to her. Anyone who got a load of it would refer to the person putting them under as their master. Or in Sunset's case, mistress.
>"Look, I didn't know what to do, okay?", she continues on, but more defensively. "I was worried about you and just wanted to get this over with, without screwing her up too bad in the process. So I told her to wake up, don't tell anyone about it, think about what she did and ways to make up it up to both of us and wait for me to call her if I had any other things to say to her."
>Oh god. Oh sweet god in heaven.
>"And when she was on her way home, I wanted to look for you at the infirmary, but then I saw principal Celestia in it, talking to Redheart about you going to the hospital and how to handle..."
"Sunet...", you interrupt her.
>"What?"
"Are you telling me, that right now, Tennis is awake, but still thinks of you as her mistress?"
>She looks at you confused. And then when realization hits her, she starts to look as worried as you.
>"I... that may be the case."
>Silence.
"Do you have her phone number?"
>"Yes."
"Would you please call her and fix her up, before she says or does something over the course of the weekend we may not be in control of?"
 
>You are Tennis Match
>And you feel bad. Really, really bad.
>Why were you feeling bad? You had hurt a friend of yours today.
>Well, friend was perhaps too strong of a word. More like a guy you knew and thought was nice, but spend not that much time with as say your fellow athletes Curly Winds and Cloudy Kicks.
>But that doesn't change the fact you hurt that guy, all because of a misunderstanding from your side.
>You were just going home from late afternoon training, when you saw Mistress Sunset in the school lab.
>You thought something was a bit off about how she just stood there, ruffled up and just blanking, her own backpack laying on the ground beside her.
>So you went in to talk to her.
>When she didn't react, even after you called her by her name, you got a bit concerned.
>Said concern turned into outright worry, when you went closer to her and got a good look at her dilated eyes.
>thinking she may have taken something bad, you asked her what happened.
>What you heard sounded outright ridiculous to you.
>According to her, she was in a trance, on behalf of your classmate Anon.
>that he made her do things.
>Including stuff, that was sexual in nature.
>At first you couldn't believe your mistress. You thought this was a joke. But then you saw the book at the counter.
>The book that according to her belonged to Anon.
>You glanced over the open page... and found conformation for what she told you.
>And then you made one of your worst decisions in life.
>You decided to help Mistress. That you wanted to punish Anon for what he did.
>So you attacked him. You wounded him. You threatened his life. And in doing so just made sure, that mistress would be later on furious at you.
 
>You were blinded by your own assumptions and the evil of your free will and almost hurt someone you deep down cared for.
>You thanked the gods that mistress was there. To blow that weird powder in your face and stop you in your tracks.
>that she made you enter this little place inside you, where you had not to listen to your own will, but mistress'es one.
>You would lie if you said you weren't afraid of entering it. After all, the last two times you did (once under mistress) , bad things happened.
>But now, it was something else. Now Mistress was the most important thing for you.
>The one you wanted to obey.
>As such, when she ordered you to clean up the lab, you mindlessly did so.
And it felt good. You wanted to obey her more. Hear orders coming from those sweet, heavenly lips.
>But instead, she talked to you.
>Talked to you and made you realize, what you really were.
>Scum. Scum for hurting Anon. You were so low, you didn't deserve him as a friend or mistress'es attention. You didn't even deserve to lick her booths.
>You wanted to beg for her forgiveness, but words couldn't leave your mouth. Cause then you would have not obeyed her.
>Instead, you listened to what she had to say. That if anything, you had to make it up to Anon. And that you should just wake up, go home and think about what a bad person/slave you are.
>And now you laid there in your bed, hugging one of your worn out plushs and cried.
>Cried for your mistress and Anon, because they did not deserve to be upset because of you.
>Why should you even cry for yourself? You were not even worth being their slave.
>All you could possibly do now, was to beg Anon to forgive you.
>Make him punish you, to show him that you accepted the consequences of your mistake.
>But how? What could you do? You hoped mistress had an idea, but in her rightful wrath told you, to come up with a punishment yourself.
 
>For the last hour or so, after coming home and first taking a good cry at how you messed up, you tried to think of something. With no results.
>You wished your parents were here to give you advice, as especially your mom always had some good one when you felt a bit down. But unfortunately they were on a date right now and would not come back until after midnight.
>Maybe Clody Kicks has an idea... you think between sniffs. Maybe if I tell her what is going on, she has an idea how...
>Right then, your mobile ringed.
>Almost as on reflex you grabbed at it. Could it be? Could she...
>Yes. It was mistress! Mistress was calling you! Perhaps she had found it in her heart to forgive you. To help you come up with an idea!
>... or perhaps she was going to give you bad news about Anon, making it all the more worse for you.
 
>Fearfully you take the call.
>"Mistress?"
 
 
"I... I care for you too, Sunset.
>"I know"
>You two are just sitting there, looking in each others eyes.
>And then, none of you knows why, it happens. You lean in closer, embracing each other in a loving hug and kiss.
>Every lingering worry you had about yourself and Sunset melts away, as you taste those soft, sweet lips on your own. As cliched as it sounds, seconds really felt like a small eternity in that small, perfect moment, which you wanted to last forver.
>But instead it only lasted for a couple of seconds, ending with both of you staring once more in each others eyes, both of you finding pure devotion for each other in them.
"I love you, Sunset Shimmer", you say. And you mean it.
>"And I love you... ", she says with a soft smile on her lips, before closing in on your ear and whispering the one word into your ear you dreaded for a little more than 24 hours: "Master."
 
>Only now, you are not caring for its implication anymore. Why should you? Sunset Shimmer told you, she wants to be yours. And even if you had pushed her in the direction first without even knowing, she loves you from the deepest part of her heart, where your little journey of self discovery, trust, hypnosis and lewdness led you. "Say it again", you tell her, your right hand pushing her on your lap.
>"I love you, Master"
>And now it was your time to reach that destination.
 
"Again...", you say, your hands wandering over her back, while your mouth is busy kissing down her neck, making her moan and shudder in delight.
>"I love you, Master!", she moans low pitched, stretching her neck a bit to give you better access.
"Again"
>"I love you, Master"
>Now her hands are wandering over your back, while yours have advanced under her shirt.
>With your right hand you get a good grope of left breast, while the other one slowly opens the shirt up. Taking your time, button for button, earning a series of sharp breaths from Sunset, who has a hard time now to keep it in and rubs her neathers against your crotch.
>The effect on you is certainly not lost, as you feel little Anon getting harder with every second.
 
"Again, you growl, while you simultaneously have set her tits free, ready for you to play with.
>"I love you Ma-... oh Anon!"
>And playing with them you do. Sunset didn't even know what happened until it was too late. Your mouth on her right nipple, you began to suck and bite on it playfully. Simultaneously, you squeezed the soft flesh of her behind between your fingers, sending the girl that was ordered to feel good with every touch of yours into a frenzy.
 
>"Don't stop, please!", she shouted, pushing your head into her breasts. "It feels so good."
>She didn't have to tell you that.
>After all you went through in the last day, all the reservation you had about doing these kind of things to her, you were far beyond the point of stoping now. Especially after she confessed her true feelings for you. She wanted to be your girlfriend? Your slave?
>Then you would make her.
 
 
>Continuing your assault on her body, you can feel Sunset get quite touchy herself now.
>Ruffling with her fingers through your hair, rubbing her panties against your crotch, eventually starting to wander with her own hands down your body towards your pants...
"No", you growl and push her slightly away from you.
>"What?"
>With greedy lust in your eyes, you look at her.
"If we are doing this, we are doing this right", you command.
>Next thing you both know, you are struggling to get up your room, always groping and kissing each other.
>Mostly because Sunset has problems making out with you while simultaneously stripping you down to your briefs.
>Not that you are holding up better, always ready to just jump and ravish her right on the spot.
>Eventuall you manage to enter your room, where you don't even bother with being gentle and push Sunset on your bed.
>Instead of complaining about how rough you are, she makes herself comfortable.
>"So, that is master's little kingdom", she says teasingly, while looking a bit around.
>For a short moment, the flame of desire inside you subsides for a bit. After all, the hot girl that saw you as your master was right now in your private domicile, geting a good look at all your stuff. Some of it the kind of geeky trash you really would not want her to see.
"Yeah, i...", you begin slightly embarassed, almost ruining the mood by your attempts at justifying yourself
>Thankfully Sunset is there to save it.
>"I was just teasing you", she says in a husky voice and shuts you immediately up by playing with herself.
>Slackjawed you watch as she massages her breasts and wanders with one hand down her tummy, till she reaches her panties.
 
>Slackjawed you watch as she massages her breasts and wanders with one hand down her tummy, till she reaches her panties.
>"Come on, Master", she says, rubbing her fingers over the wet spots on her underwear.
>"Can't you see my mind melting away between my legs?", she asks you and spreads her legs a bit more to give you a better view.
"Such a beautiful thing to waste", you murmur with new desire.
>In a matter of seconds you find yourself head first between her legs. Like an animal you rip her panties apart and without even considering the divine beauty of her little honeypot press your lips against her nether, kissing it.
>And it is that instant that Sunset's mind just shuts down. Bucking herself against your mouth, her face frozen in a moment of pure ecstasy, she starts squirming uncontrolable.
>Her juices leaking from her treasure, you just continue mindlessly kissing her pussy, a tangy yet also sweet taste asaulting your tongue.
>Your head getting foggy, you lay one of her legs over your shoulder to get better access.
>Greedy for more of these sweet juices, you spread her lips with two fingers for better entrance and dive with your tongue into.
>Now you wish you could say that you know what you are doing. But frankly, that would be a lie.
>While you had at least two girlfriends in the past, you never really went as far as that.
>As such, you have not really what any women would consider "talent" when it comes to eating someone out, making your tongue work, which consists mostly out of lapping as much of the ever flowing juices out as possible, rather amateurish than anything else.
>Not that Sunset minds that in any way.
 
>She is too lost in the sensation of her master tongue fucking her, all she can think of is how good it will feel to be free of that pesky little free will of hers soon.
>To be Anon's/masters pet/girlfriend, fullfilling all of hers and his desires while also being loved and cared by the one man who had her at his mercy and yet decided to still give her a choice.
>Tenderly she begins to pet your hair.
 
>"Please Master, keep going", she mews more relaxed, letting the sensation of the moment flow over her.
 
>This continues for quite a bit, your tongue dipping in and out of her pussy, licking up driblet after driblet leaking out of her, bringing her closer to the most anticipated release, until it becomes unbearable.
 
>Oh God, Sunset thinks.
>Her eyes closed, head pushed into the matress, she feels the muscles between her legs contract. That is it. I am cuming. I am...
 
"Little Sleepyhead!”
 
>NO, Sunset thinks as the command hits her, the sweet climax slipping away under her.
>Some would call you cruel for this, but you have a plan.
>With one last lick, you start climbing up towards her, your face covered in her juices.
>With a hungry look in your eyes you slowly strip out of your briefs, finally setting little Anon free.
>Taking a couple of breaths you try to calm yourself down from your own peak.
>Which is easier said than done, as your hard and already drops of precum dripping cock demands you to just give your girl the dicking she is craving for.
>Not yet..." you think, as parts of an idea are falling into place within your mind.
>After calming down yourself enough to the point you can think more rational again, you press yourself against Sunset's body, your penis rubing against her belly.
"Sunset, can you hear me?"
>"Yes, Anon."
"Do you know what that is, you feel on your stomach?"
>"Your cock"
"Yes. And what is it that you want me to do with this cock?"
>"Fuck me"
"Come again"
>"Fuck me!"
"I think I can't hear you"
>"Oh for Celestia's sake, fuck me Anon! Make me yours. Take me! I am ready to become your slave"
"Are you certain of that?", you ask, positioning little Anon between her legs, spreading her cunt just a bit by pushing your tip against it.
>"Yes!, she says desperately, pushing herself against you.
>Then be ready to get your mind fucked, you think.
 
"Sunset Shimmer, until the moment we both reach our climax, all I am saying is the true. You will remember this command when you are awakening. But unlike previously, you will not wake up from the snap of my fingers. You will wake up by the feeling of my fifth thrust inside you."
>With that said you push inside of her...
>And immediately feel your own mind almost shut down.
Oh god. So warm... so tight...
>You have to bite yourself on the lips until blood comes out, just to distract you long enough from not cuming right there inside of her.
 
"Keep it together, Anon"; you murmur, as you slowly push out of her and in again. "Do it for her"
>Adjusting yourself to her, you start slowly pushing in and out of her, embracing the feeling of her most inner parts.
>When you push in for the fifth time, Sunset'S eyes return to normal and her overall expression changes from mindless into a mixture of confusion and arousal.
>Arousal in light of the returning sexual sensation from between her legs, confusion from the question what you are going to do.
>"Anon, what..."
>You interrupt her, by pressing yourself hard against you.
"You naughty girl.", you moan in her ear.
>She blinks.
"Can you feel it? How my dick sets your loins on fire? How each and every thrust of mine is sending small shocks of pleasure up your spine into your brain?"
>Well yes, she feels something. But frankly, when he was licking her, it felt much more amazing than it does right now. It is certainly not as he is telling...
"Cause that is exactly what is happening right now."
>And then she can suddenly feel it. A small tingle up her spine, that makes her feel even better.
>Wait, what was it again that Anon said? That everything he says is true?
>Her eyes widen in shock at the implications of what that is probably going to mean for her now.
"This feeling is so pleasant, so warm... it only gets better when I am doing that!"
>And then she can suddenly feel Anon grabing her ass and by doing so pushing himself deeper inside of her. And he is right. The warm sensation is getting stronger.
>"Damn it, Anon..." she curses under her breath, her arms wrapped around your neck.
 
"What is it, Sunset. Am I making you feel good?"
>"Yes", she moans. "Yes you do"
>As you continue to slowly pump in and out of her, your hands wandering over her body, you can't help yourself but admire how cute she looks.
"You are so beautiful like that"
>"Just kiss me already", she simply says.
 
>This time it is you who is happily obeying.
>But instead of kissing her on her lips, you make her neck and collarbone the victim of your admiration.
>Not that she is complaining, based on the cute mewling sounds leaving her mouth.
>"Anon..."
"Yes?", you ask without interrupting your kissing.
>"When are you going to make me your slave?", she asks.
>for a moment you come to a stop.
>"Please", she begs you. "Just make me finally the girl I want to be. Take my mind already"
 
>Now it was time for the final act
 
"Oh Sunset..." you whisper with a hint of fake innocence in her ear. "I am already doing so"
>"What?"
you start pumping in her again, while continuing to plant little lies in her head.
"You think I am just fucking your body? Oh no, Sunset. I am also fucking your mind."
>You can't see it, but her eyes widen in shock.
>"What?"
"Every time I push into you? this is not just my dick pushing into your cunt. It's my dick pushing into the deepest parts of your mind and soul"
>A new weird sensation begins to take control of her.
>As if something is pushing deep inside her head.
"I think you will discover, that it is the best sexual experience you ever had."
>But instead of hurting her, it feels... good?
>Yes. Yes it, it really felt good.
 
>In fact, it felt wonderful!
 
>Taking charge of her head, filling it with jolts of pleasure that merge with the sensation of Anon sliding in and out of her pussy, creating a totally new sensation all along.
>A sensation that make her moand and wringle in pure bliss.
>But at the same time a small part of her was scared. Thinking it felt too good. It tried to tell Anon that he should just stop for a moment...
 
"It feels so good, you do not want it to stop."
>Any protest she may have wanted to spill out, died within her throat.
>Why did she want for it to stop? After all, it felt...
>"Soo...good..."
"Oh yes, it does. And not just because of the physical pleasure you get out of it, no. It also helps you to remember a couple of things."
>Remember things?
"Helps you remember your feelings for me. How you desire to be with me. How you desire to be in control and controlled.
>He was right. Not only was she gettign pleasure out of it, but with every thrust, which happened to come now in more rapid fashion, she got reminded of how much she cared for Anon.
>How by sheer accident he made her rediscover her mind control fetish.
>How much he cares for her to the point he was reluctant to even take control of her, till she told him it was okay, because by then she felt for him the same way as she did.
>These memories and feelings created more pleasure. And the more pleasure she received, the more intense her feelings became.
>Trapped in that endless cycle of pleasure and her love, Sunset was barely aware of that little tiny voice of her own self doubt, that tried to emerge from her subconscious to hold her down.
>To convince her to stop.
>Not because she didn't love Anon, but because she was scared. Scared of becoming a monster and if said kind of relationship would last long.
>Sunset knew it was there, that it was a part of her. And yet... shedidn't want it to be there. Wanted it to be gone. Wanted Anon to get rid of...
 
>"And you know the best of it?", you asked right at this moment, followed by a series of slow but strong thrusts. "With each thrust, a small little part of any second thoughts you may have about us is melting away."
> Wait. What was she even worried about?
"All your worries melting away in a puddle of your own juices, to drip out of your little, wet cunt!"
>God, she was so wet...
 
"Being replaced by all the love, lust and devotion you have for me"
>And happy. Happy to be with Anon. In fact, she felt as happy, as... as...
>Pinkie in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory?
>She couldn't even think of a good comparison as for how happy she was anymore, she was so happy.
>And why shouldn't she? Especially as Anon was pounding into her like a sledgehammer by now.
"So, Sunset...", you said between groans, by now doing your hardest not to cum right there. "do you like, getting your mind fucked?"
>"Yes! Oh god Anon, yes!"
Tears of pleasure were forming in her eyes, accompanied by a maddening, lust and love fueled smile.
>"I love it. ", she giggles in bliss. "I love your dick fucking all my worries away! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my brains out"
"let's not go overboard" you say and kiss her on the forehead. ""After all, I want my little Sunset to be my slave. Not some stupid bimbo that is as dumb as a post"
>All she gives as answer is a mindless, blissfull giggle.
"Let me just make sure you are my little slave, okay?"
>"Your slave", she moans, pushing her hips even harder into you.
"Yes. My little slave. Who is going to obey every command I am giving her"
>That sounded so hot.
"Who when I ask "jump" will not even ask "how high". Who cums just by me telling her to do so"
>"Oh yes..."
"Just as you will, when I tell you now"
>What? No. Oh please, no. You already have such a hard time to hold your thoughts together, if he now makes you cum...
>"Anon, please. Don't..."
"Cum"
 
 
>And just like that, Sunset's mind suddenly froze. Only to explode in a million little pieces, as her entire body was rocked by a mind blowing orgasm, making her cum harder than she ever did with anyone before.
>It was so intense, she gave you a hard time holding her tight to you, as she started to randomly jerk and twitch, while also splashing your crotch in a wave of her own juices.
>Her plea for you to stop had turned into a series of mindless, shrill screams as her body experienced the greatest pleasure you have given her so far.
>All the while you had once more to do your very best not to orgasm yourself there at the spot, as the sight of her made your eyes roll up inside your skull and your cock twitch, begging you to finally give into your own release.
>A wish you could only barely resists, seeing how her vagina was simultaneously milking you for all its worth.
>Yet somehow, you managed to do so.
>It took you up to two minutes, but you did it.
>Two wonderful minutes, in which you happily watched your little future slave ride off her own orgasm.
>"Oh Anon", she moaned, trembling still in aftershock. "That was..."
"Cum"
>"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH"
"Cum", you said again this time not even letting her ride it off.
>"AH-AH-AHHHH-YESSSSSSSS! MORE! ANON, MO-
"Cum! Cum! Cum! CUM!"
 
 
>You just watch as orgasm after orgasm wrecks her mind and body, turning the school's hero into a messy, sweating sexed up pile of goo under you.
>God, you thought, biting your lips till blood came, just to distress you from your own need to cum. She is so sexy like that.
>By the time her last orgasm hits her and she starts to calm down again, you return to thrusting into her. Just hard and quick enough to keep her at the brink of another climax.
>The result of it becomes obvious soon, as Sunset, with teary eyes and an insane expression on her face, tries to talk to you again.
>With emphasis on "tries" as all that leaves her mouth sounds like gliberrish.
>"Can't...mind... Anon...fuck... pussy... cum... slave... suck...buck...fuck...mind..."
"It feels good, doesn't it?", you ask. "To be dominated. To be put in your place by the person you want to be your master. To be brought to orgasm time and time again just by a simple command. Am I right?"
>"Yes", she screams mindlessly.
>You start to pant and your eyes roll back again. That was it. You didn't have to hold back anymore.
"All you want is just to feel good like this with me."
>"Yes", she screams again, her eyes going blank and dilated as if you had just put her into a trance again. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...."
"And you will", you say, feeling your own body twitch.. "Cause... hah... any moment... damn it... I am going to cum. And you will cum to. And when we both do.... oh sweet mother of god... I will have claimed you as mine"
>With a wide grin and mad, lustful eyes you look in her own crazy face.
 
 
"You are going to forever be..."
>You hold in again, only to slip into her with slower, but very strong thrusts again, just to emphasize your words.
"...my little..."
>"unnnnggghhh....", she utters with your thrust.
"...obedient..."
>"Guaahhhhh...."
"...sexy..."
>"Anon...."
"...kinky..."
>"ha...hah... gah!"
>You can feel the muscles in your body tense up. this was it.
"...true to yourself..."
>You were almost there...
>"WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
"...Sunset Shimmer!"
 
>Finally, after what felt like a small eternity to you, you cum. Hard.
>Your eyes roll back and sparks of pleasure explode inside your head as your balls finally get to release their thick and sticky load all inside her.
>You can feel your brain drown in endorphine and pleasure, as you live the dream of every straight boy in your school at this very moment.
 
>And Sunset?
>she can only throw her head back into the matress again and again, screaming your name.
>"Your cum, it... it..."
>She doesn't even manage to finish her sentence, as your load fills her up in mind and body.
 
>All she can do is give into a final orgasm, as her head slumps motionlessly into the matress.
>Simultaneously, within the deepest part of her mind, Sunset can feel herself being screwed by Anon once more.
>But this time, something was different. Instead of just remembering her how much she liked to be with you and reward her with pleasure, your cock fills her head with another thing as well. A realization. A realization of just how much she wanted and needed to be with Anon. To be his slave. His obedient, naughty and slutty girlfriend, that still could kick ass if anyone ever dared to hurt him or her friends. A realization that felt so natural, she couldn't even fathom anymore why she would have ever been against it.
 
>At this moment, the old Sunset Shimmer died. And like a phoenix out of the ash, a new Sunset Shimmer was born. One that embodied all the good of the old one with the naughtiness she tried to repress for so long. And she happily embraced her right here and there.
 
>At the same time, in another part of town.
>Pinkie Pie, local party planner extraordinaire and breaker of the laws of physics, was just having the time of her day, eating away at a lemon cupcake spiced with chocolate sprinkles at Lemon Zest's birthday party, when she suddenly felt a weird tingle down her spine.
>Next thing she knew her entire body was shaking and jerking on the dance floor, bumping into half of the party guests and guaranteeing the attention of everyone.
>Her friend Applejack, who was just talking with her classmate Caramel saw it and immediately got the other girls together to help her.
>Thankfully, as fast as it occured, it also stoped. And so, after ten seconds, Pinkie came to a stop. Five seconds later no one except her friends was paying any more attention to her, the other guests assuming that this was just a weird dance move Lemon Zest was now probably going to top over the course of the next five minutes.
>As such, no one was paying attention to the group of five girls, draging Pinkie into a a more quiet corner of the party and talk to her.
>"Pinkie, you alright?", asked Fluttershy in concern.
>"Yeah, I am fine, said the party girl" a little bit exhausted. Next thing Fluttershy knew, Pinkie grabed into her hair and pulled a lolipop out of it, which she put into her mouth, ignoring the unhygenic implications.
>"What was that?", asked Twilight Sparkle, former Crystal Prep student and latest addition to the circle of friends.
>"Pinkie Sense", answered Applejack nonchalantly.
 
your sides, that's it. I hope at least.
 
 
>What followed was a short explanation by Fluttershy and Rarity, how Pinkie was supposedly capable to predict certain future or present occurences, expressed in a series of spastic body movements she could barely control.
>And much to her shock, Twilight had to learn that this seemed to have happened so often around her friends, that when she objected that such a thing sounded like a severe medical condition a doctor should take a look in, the others calmly explained to her, that it was okay.
>That it helped them at one point find Angel Bunny when he ran away from Flutterhy or that through it they had also been saved from being squashed by a spotlight three girls called the Dazzlings wanted to hit them with after something called the "Battle of the Bands".
>"It also helps me get out of boring laser shows, by pretending I have an epileptic shock", Pinkie added. "Although, I rarely had one like this."
>"What does it mean?"
>"That is the thing. Either it means a giant monster is going to steal "Houlder's Boulder"..."
>Twilight wasn't even going to ask.
>"Or a person I know just got laid really, really good."
>Silence., as everyone was just starting to awkwardly look around. Everyone except Pinkie, who was contemplating if she should call home and ask Limestone if everything was alright at the mines.
>"Wait", said Rainbow Dash suddenly. "Is that how you learnt of me fooling around with Thunderlane?"
 
"Nah Dashie, that was mediocre at best"
 
>Be Anon
>Right now you are sitting at home in front of your living room table, watching your accidental mind controlled... friend? Associate would probably be the better word.
>Anyway, you are watching Sunset Shimmer on her phone, trying to get Tennis Match.
>For good reason. Cause if the girl was currently in public and somehow telling another one non-chalantly about the fact she too was actually right now entranced to be someone elses slave, you would...
>"I've got her", Sunset informs you suddenly.
>Right afterwards she puts the phone on the table and activates "office talk" mode, so that you can listen into what happens on the other end of the line too.
>And the first thing you hear is the sniffling of a sad girl.
>"Mistress, are you still there?"
>"Yes Tennis, I am", Sunset says. With a rather painful look on her face she sits down again in your chair, massaging the spot between her eyes with her fingers in order to avoid the upcoming of an headache. "Are you at home right now?"
>"Yes. As you ordered."
>"Is anyone else with you?"
>"No", the voice on the other end of the line says "Mom and Dad are on a date."
>Good. Then there are at least currently no witnesses to her behavior, Sunset things.
>You on the other hand had some completely different thoughts bothering you. Most of them centered around the fact how heartbroken Tennis sounded.
>After all, Tennis and heartbroken? The girl whose general attitude consisted of a shrug with the shoulders and making the best out of her day, even if things went south?
>What the heck had Sunset done to her, to make her act like that?
>>
>"Mistress, are you still mad at me?", you hear Tennis ask desperately.
>Immediately your eyes move to Sunset. You want to see how she is going to react.
>And by the look on her face, she doesn't quite know how to correctly proceed herself.
>In fact, she looks rather embarassed and tries obviously her best not to look into your eyes.
>"What.. what makes you think I am mad at you?", she asks.
>Immediately she gets an answer.
>"Because you told me I was a bad person!", you heard Tennis say. "That I hurt Anon. That I am scum, and... and..."
>Anything else she may have wanted to say drowned under a yipping crying sound.
>Nervously, Sunset looked at you. And what she saw, she didn't like. At all.
 
"You told her, she is scum?", you asked her with gridding teeth.
>If you had any ill will against Tennis for the way how she attacked you, it had just evaporated. Together with your willingness to be nice to Sunset.
>And Sunset knew it.
>"Was that Anon?", you heard Tennis suddenly ask. "Is e with you, Mistress? Is he okay?"
>"Yes..." Sunset replied nervously. Which Tennis didn't seem to register.
>"Anon, I am sorry. If I had known better, I wouldn't have..."
"Tennis, me and "Mistress" have to talk something about. We call back in a minute."
>"But Anon..."
>"You heard him, Tennis", said Sunset. "We are calling back. And... you don't have to feel as sad anymore, okay?"
>Silence.
>"Okay?"
>"I... I think so Mistress. But..."
>Sunset interrupts the call.
>>
>She looks at you with a nervous smile.
>But you say nothing.
>She knew nothign good would come out of her talking first, but...
>"You are mad at me, aren't you?"
"Oh no, Sunset", you say in a surprisingly neutral voice. "I am not mad at you at all."
>She tries to smile.
"Absolutely livid, would be the more accurate word to describe how I am feeling right now"
>And drops it immediately.
"What the heck, Sunset! I thought you talked about what happened"
>"Yes, we... I mean, I let her tell me why she did it and..."
"You told me, you only told her it was harmless and send her home?"
>"I... I may have bend the truth here a little bit."
>Oh, that was rich.
"Bend the truth?"
>"Look, Anon, I didn't want to hurt her. And I really wanted to firgive her for what she did"
"What she did, was trying to defend you against a guy she assumed was a pervert who drugged you."
>"I knew that", Sunset says. "But I... I was still angry about how she hurt you. And then... look, I admit, I called her scum. But it was in the heat of the moment. I can't even remember what I exactly said to her"
"Something that makes her feel like the biggest dirtbag on the planet I assume, based on the crying", you said dryly.
>You had to keep yourself together right there to not just put her into a trance again and make her suffer in Tennis's name.
>"I... I didn't mean it like that", Sunset says in an attempt to defend herself. "I just wanted to teac her a lesson, if anything."
"And can you imagine what may have happened, if you made her feel like that but then did not command her to wait for your next command?"
>Sunset holds in to think about it. She starts to tremble in shock, as the implications of what may have happened hit her harder than a train.
>"Oh Celestia..."
 
>Now it is her who is on the verge of tearing up.
>And you realize that if now anything is going to be solved, you have to calm her down to.
"Sunset... ", you begin, but don't really know how to continue. This entire situation was just getting bad and frankly, after chewing her out like that, you were just to exhausted to think of any more details.
>As such, all you do is take her hand, hoping it will calm her down again enough and tell her, to just fix that now.
>Without much of a complain, she just does that, calling Tennis again. For a couple of seconds you both are rather tense, hoping she will take it.
>Thankfully, she does.
>"Mistress, is everything okay?"
>"Y-yes." says Sunset, her own voice trembling from the things she may have accidentally do to Tennis because of her shortsight.
>"You sound worried, Mistress."
>"It is nothing, Tennis. Just... can you do me a favor?"
>"Anything you want me to do."
>"Can you... is it... damn it..."
>You look at her, silently asking her what is wrong.
>"I just don't know what to...", she whispers to you.
"Could you as a start tell her not to be so sad anymore?"
>"I can try", she replies.
>"Mistress?"
>"Tennis, I want you to stop being sad."
Silence
>"Tennis?"
>Still silent.
>"Tennis, is everything alright?"
>"... no"
>"Tennis, what is wrong?"
>"I am sorry, Mistress. But I... I don't know how I could stop feeling sad.", she says with a gloomy voice.
>Wait, what? That was not... that was not how it was supposed to work!
>Sunset looks to you, worried.
>"What am I supposed to do?", she whispers.
"I...I... Sunset, give me my book.", you reply as quiet as possible.
 
>"What?"
"Give me the book!"
>She grabs after the bagpack and gives you the recipe book.
>Opening up the pages regarding Joke Command again, you try to find any hint on what is going on and why Tennis 's attitude was not changing, as it was the case with Sunset.
>"Mistress? Are you still there?"
>"Yes, I am. It is just, me and Anon have something to discuss..."
>"Could Anon talk to me, Mistress?"
>"Later perhaps", she replies. "Right now he is just reading up on some..."
"Oh no"
>That can't mean anything good, Sunset thinks.
>"Something wrong at your place, mistress?"
>"Everything is alright, Tennis. I am just... say, why aren't you a good girl and do something for me?"
>"Sure, Mistress."
>"Great", she says between grinding teeth. "How about you... how about you stuff your fingers in the ears and sing "Shake your Tail", okay?"
>You look at her, an eyebrow raised in confusion, silently mouthing "WTF" that was.
>"... are you sure about this, mis-"
>"Just do it"
 
>"We just got today, to get ready..."
>Sunset lowers the volume on her phone, to save you from the one song you consider ear cancer in melodic form.
>"That should buy us two minutes. What's the problem?"
"Sunset, were you telling her to feel bad and sad while she was still not awake?"
>"Ehm... yeah. Is that a problem?"
"According to the book, yes. Cause "emotional" adjustment of someone seems not able when the person is awake, even if they are acknowledging you as their owner."
>She looks nervously at you. "Well, horseapples. Can I fix that?"
"Only if we can put her into deep trance again. So, I think if you just use the trigger phrase word..."
>"Trigger phrase?"
"...you know, the words or signal from your side, that she should react to, in order to fall into the trance again?"
>"Oh. So that is how this hypnosis works."
...well, you are fucked.
"Uargh!"
>"Hey, don't act all like you are getting a headache now."
"I am not acting..."
>"How was I supposed to know, that this is how that form of hypnosis works?"
>You wanted to say something, but unfortunately, she had a point.
>"Okay Sunset, just think...", she murmurs, trying to come up with something. "Wait. You say, in order for me to do that, I need her to be in deep trance?"
"Yes."
>Does it say she can be brought into the state only by a trigger phrase?
>You think about it.
"No, but... Sunset, what are you..."
>"Trust me on this one.", she says and increases the volume on the phone again
>"Shake your tail, cause we are here to..."
"Are we really going to listen to this song?"
>"It must be over soon."
"What unoriginal hack came up with these lyrics anyway?"
>"... Pinkie, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash.", she replies in a surprisingly aggresive tone.
>At this moment you were glad that you ordered her not to harm you.
 
 
>"Shake your tail, cause we're here to have a party tonight"
>Sunset and you remain silent for a bit, waiting if something more was coming. But instead of an encore, you just got another question by Tennis.
>"did I good, mistress?"
>"Yes, yes you did. And now I would like you to do something else for me, Tennis?"
>"What is it, mistress? Do you want me to stop being sad? I can still try, but..."
>"No, just forget about that one for a bit. Just... let me just talk to you, okay?"
>"Okay."
>Sunset's fingers trip over the table a couple of times, while she tries to think on how to start the talk.
>"Tennis, first thing I want to tell you is, I am sorry for calling you scum."
>"But Mistress, I hurt..."
>"Yes, I know you hurt Anon. But... but I understand, that you only wanted to protect me. So... in a weird way, I think I should thank you."
>"...Mistress, can I ask something?"
>"Sure."
>"Is Anon doing alright?"
>"he..."
"I have a bit of a headache", you answer, before Sunset has a chance to reply. "Oh and by the way, hi Tennis."
>"H-Hi, Anon...", you hear her say.
>You don't really need to be an expert to understand, that she was obviously pretty nervous hearing you. Who would be surprised about that? After all, she had a guilt complex about almost slicing you up.
 
>In fact, you were glad that she was only on the phone and not right in front of you.
>The sight of your head would have probably just ended with her going down on her knees and begging you for forgiveness.
 
>But just then, when you thought you had defused the situation a bit, Sunset decided that brutal honesty was the best way to go.
>"He had to be stitched up and will take around two weeks to properly recover", she blatantly stated.
>The reaction was a shocked gasp from the other end of the line.
"Sunset, what..."
>"Oh Anon", Tennis sobbed, "I am so sorry!"
"What the hell?"
>"Sorry Anon, but I really don't think that beating around the bushes is going to help. Also, she saw you bleed. Do you really think you can convince her, that you were just getting away with a bruise?"
>Before you had a chance to chew her out, she addressed Tennis again.
>"Tennis, calm down."
>"I...I can't..."
>"Yes you can", Sunset suddenly said harshly. "Just take a couple of deep breaths and count down from 10, will you do that?"
>You could hear Tennis trying to follow her mistress's orders. And indeed, she managed to calm down a bit. The sobbing subsided and Tennis's breath became calmer.
>"Have you calmed down a bit?"
>A sniff. "Yes"
>"Good"
>"Sorry I am not following your orders immediately mis..."
>"Don't constantly apologize or feel guilty, Tennis..."
>A short pause.
>"...Please."
>"Okay, mistress"
>"Now, listen. Yes, you hurt Anon. Badly even"
>A whimper from the other end of the line.
>"But I can hear that you feel genuinely remorseful for your actions. And believe me, if I have learnt one thing over the last year, then how much of a crappy feeling that is. That and that remorse is a first sign for someone trully being willing to change. Do you get where I come from?"
>"I...I guess so."
>"I believe you truly want to make amends for what you did. And as such... I forgive you for what you did."
>She looks at you.
>"And if I read Anon right, he has forgiven you also."