Twilight and Spike were both in the bedroom when they heard someone at the door.

“I’m reading,” Twilight said. “You get it.”

“But you can teleport.”

“Go.”

Spike went all the way down and got the door. “Twilight? It’s Rainbow Dash.”

She teleported down. “Come in.”

Rainbow went inside. “So what crazy sex do you want today?”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to hypnotise you.”

“So I won’t even enjoy it?”

“No, it’s not like that. You’ll still be conscious, you’ll just do whatever I say. If you really can’t bear to do it, you’ll helplessly watch as your body disobeys you, but you’ll always be conscious.”

“I do anything you say anyway. How will you even know it’s working?”

“Your eyes. So are you up for it?”

“Sure. Still don’t see the point, though.”

She teleported herself and Rainbow back to the bedroom. “Ready?”

“Did you learn this as another way to murder ponies, and this just occurred to you an hour ago, or the other way around?”

“It’s actually pretty useless. You have to stare into each other’s eyes for eleven seconds, and then like I said, the pony’s eyes change. So they can stop it by blinking, and if they don’t, anypony will know they’re hypnotised, or at least that something’s wrong, and then you’d still have to tell the pony not to hurt you once they’re hypnotised. There’s a lot of time to get stabbed before you actually have the upper hoof.”

“All right... well, I’m ready.”

Twilight’s horn began to glow, and they looked into each other’s eyes. As the time neared and Twilight put on an evil smile, Rainbow blinked.

“Rainbow....”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Twilight’s horn began to glow, and they looked into each other’s eyes. As the time neared, nothing happened, and when she saw Rainbow’s eyes start to change, Twilight stopped and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“Sorry, just the staring made my eyes hurt....”

“So did it work?”

The whites of Rainbow Dash’s eyes were the purple of Twilight’s magic glow. “Yeah, it worked.”

“So how long does it last?”

“Ten minutes. But as long as I command you to make eye contact every nine minutes and forty-five seconds, it lasts forever. Of course, we’d have to sleep eventually, so that kind of puts a limit on it too.”

“So what are you going to make me do?”

“I don’t know. Like you said, this is pointless.” She sat against the lower bunk. “I guess the usual until I can think of something.”

Rainbow got down and got to work, and Twilight started to think. What would be not depraved enough for her to like it, but still depraved enough that she’d have to rape Rainbow into trying it? An idea came to her almost instantly, but she just as quickly realised that she didn’t have any celery at the moment, so that was out.

“What’s something you’re not into that I am?”

Rainbow looked up. “Eating feathers.”

“Just yours. And that doesn’t torture you. I can’t believe I can’t think of anything. Torture... pain... beating... I could beat you with a hammer. I’ll do that. Still, I... I mean, I have to do something else after that. Something not sexual. I have a Rainbow Dash that’ll obey any commands I give her, I can’t do a simple lust beating. Even if that is... hah... what I think of whenever I think of an obedient Rainbow Dash. Anyway, stop.” She stopped. “I’m getting the hammer.”

“Spike?” Twilight said.

Spike came into the den. “Yeah?”

“Where the fuck did you put the fucking hammer?”

“In the drawer in the desk.”

She opened the drawer and, in addition to several books, there was the hammer. “Is that where I told you to put it?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, really? Okay.”

She came up to the bedroom. “Hey,” the now standing and now free Rainbow Dash said.

“Hi. I’m going to rehypnotise you and beat you with this.”

“Why would I agree to that?”

“I should be asking you.”

“Good point. Anyway, I agree.”

They did the routine again, then Twilight hit her on the top of the head with the hammer. And hit her again, and again. Rainbow got down and defended herself with her legs.

“Hey, Twilight?”

“I don’t care.”

“It actually feels kind of nice on my legs....”

She got a clean shot at the back of her head. “Well, I want my girlfriend to suffer.”

“Twilight, come on....”

She got another couple of hits in, then a few more. “Rainbow? Why did you suddenly stop defending yourself?” She didn’t answer. “You’re unconscious, aren’t you?” She threw the hammer at her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Twilight?” Rainbow said.

Twilight was using telekinesis on Rainbow’s hoof to clop. “Oh good, you’re back. I didn’t permanently injure you, did I?”

“Not that I know of. I would hope my one true love wouldn’t do something like that, anyway.”

“Your... one true love?”

“Yeah. Because I love you. Applejack too, but not as much. Are you sure you’re not the one with a damaged memory?”

“I guess I was just being paranoid. Yeah, you’re... you’re fine....”

“What?”

She sighed. “I have to do the right thing, don’t I?” She got up and Rainbow followed. “Do you remember Zecora?”

“Yeah. I thought you said nothing was wrong.”

She took them to Zecora’s hut and knocked the door. After a few sounds of paper and glass being moved, she answered it.

“I gave Rainbow Dash brain damage again,” Twilight said.

“That’s the second time this week. How does this keep happening?”

“In about a minute, either neither or both of you will have brain damage.”

“Fine.” She retrieved a bottle with an oddly saturated blue liquid. “Drink this.”

Rainbow took it and drank it. “I... nothing seems different.”

“It might take a few seconds. It isn’t gradual, though, it should just—”

“I got it. I love Applejack and such.”

“Good.” She took the bottle from Rainbow’s hoof and shut the door, and Twilight made the return teleportation.

“We’re still having sex, right?” Twilight said.

“I’m not blind to a lack of reasons we shouldn’t.”

Several hours later, just before two in the morning, Rainbow woke from her coma. What a great and typical night it had been; sex, more sex, listening to Twilight recount her recent adventure to retrieve the Celestine of Tranquility, more sex, Twilight beating her with her bare hooves, more sex, and finally being strangled and falling unconscious. As Twilight had left her on the floor, she got on what was effectively her bed and tried to make herself sleep.

The next morning, Rainbow Dash woke up to find a pony lying on the floor who, she had to be honest with herself, was likely dead. She could hear the shower running, so she closed her eyes again and waited both for herself to wake up fully and for who she assumed was Twilight to get out of the shower, and then after that to dry herself, then to get out of the bathroom. After a while, her assumption proved true.

“Rainbow, you’re still here!”

“Yeah.”

“Get out of bed right now so I can fuck you.”

“You can fuck me right now. Anyway, I want to to know what the dead pony is about.”

“I don’t know, she just teleported inside. Said something about a kiss, but by that time I had already shot the death ray.”

“It was probably just a fangirl.”

“A home-invading creep who clearly wanted to rape the pony she loved.”

“See? You would’ve got along great.”

“If she thought coming into my house uninvited was a good idea, she clearly wasn’t that big a loss to the world.”

“Yeah, I guess you could see it that way. So did seeing me still here make you horny?”

“I was already horny.” She got on top of Rainbow. “We’re having sex now.”

“Do we have to?”

She turned around and pulled her blanket back, and so the 69ing began.

“Dammit,” Spike said to himself, “Where did Twilight put the honey bread?” Having searched every place in the kitchen, he went up to the bedroom to ask her. “Hey, Tw....” He sighed. Next Chapter: Chapter 55: Nourishment Estimated time remaining: 13 Hours, 60 Minutes