I caught a glimpse of Moondancer resting on a bench the next row of lockers over, eyes closed and breathing in deep, measured breaths. I resolved not to disturb her, stepped over the small puddle of sexual fluids still on the tiled floor where the reverse gangbang had taken place, and crossed the rest of the distance to the showers.

It was kind of a tight fit, but the six Wonderbolts managed to arrange their chairs from wall to wall in a slight curve facing away from the door. The towels or clothes they'd been using to cover up were now piled under or next to each of their seats – the high-performance athletes were all universally nude again. And as a result, their faces and body language expressed a range from mild embarrassment to lazy confidence to plain annoyance, all with an undercurrent of nervousness.

Spitfire in particular fixed me with a studying stare as Trixie and I squeezed past the chairs to take our places at the far end of the showers. I could almost hear her thinking, 'Who is this guy? The hell is his deal? The hell is his goal?'

Part of me worried that this widespread confusion and lack of confidence would overcome the grip of my Normal power upon them, but I knew better. "Everypony, take your seats."

And they did. Without question or reluctance.

Having six naked Wonderbolts obey a simple instruction all at once sent a rush of arousal through me, and I relished the momentary opportunity to ogle their naked bodies. Four pairs of naked breasts were arranged before me like prizes. Eight thick nipples hardened in the damp air. I couldn't help comparing myself to the dudes, either – in their seated position, Fire Streak's generous flaccid dick filled up the space between his thighs, while Soarin's was even thicker and longer, a few inches hanging over the edge of the seat. No wonder his suit got torn. No wonder Trixie got filled.

Their muscular definition made their endowments stand out even more, and even the powerful wings folded behind them gave them an extra exotic appeal. Knowing these pegasi could summon up huge windstorms and yet were basically under my control was intoxicating.

Fleetfoot's natural sarcasm broke me out of it. "So how does this work, human? Swinging pocket watch? Swirly eyes? 'You're feeling sleepy'?" That got a few of the others to laugh, which I figured was a good sign. There was still a lot of ice to break between me and them.

"Nope," I replied. "Words and relaxation. Just a standard, normal trance."

Spitfire crossed her legs. "And what's 'standard' about being hypnotized? About having your mind controlled?"

I looked incredulously at all of them and said, "You guys… did have a hypnotist before, right? Didn't he explain this before he started?"

"Yeah, sure," Misty Fly responded dismissively, "in a flashy, dramatic sort of way."

Soarin started waving his hands in a faux mystical pattern. "The powwwwer of the miiiiiind!" The rest of the group chuckled; it was an in-joke at the expense of whoever that pony had been.

My reaction was to pinch the bridge of my nose. Sure, hypnotism for the stage and hypnotism as therapy were two different things, but surely he should've covered the basics? With a sigh, I put my hands on my hips and said, "Alright, Hypnotism 101: The Trance."

Fleetfoot scoffed at that. "Really? We gotta get educated before you put us under?"

"It can only help," I replied. "Look, being put into a hypnotic trance is not mind control – at least not the way you would imagine it. It's not like I'm reaching out and grabbing your mind" – I mimed it out – "shaking it around and jamming stuff in there. No. A trance is a deep state of meditative relaxation. It makes you susceptible because you're willingly focusing your mind. But more than that, a trance only works if you let it, if you trust what's hypnotizing you. Otherwise, if you really, REALLY reject it, you can shut it down if you don't like what you're hearing – you'll more or less boot yourself out."

From the looks on the Wonderbolts' faces, this was a novel idea. Surprise in particular seemed especially… well, surprised. "But in the stories it's all like, 'You cannot resist me, your will is miiine!'"

I was about to rebuke that as embellishment… but then I remembered where I was. "Well, uh, to be fair, you DO live in a world where some forms of magical mind control actually exist." 'Which is fucked up,' I kept to myself. "And even when it comes to natural trance, there are some edge cases where a suggestion you don't like can be hard to shake. Just like any relationship based on trust, there's a bit of room for abuse. But by and large, the average hypnosis session – especially the first one – couldn't be safer."

Of course, the whole reason I was doing this was because the Normal would make them even MORE vulnerable than the average trance… but even then, I didn't want to abuse my position. If anything, I wanted to leverage it to help them even more.

Yeah, I didn't really believe myself, either. Bit of healthy skepticism, I suppose.

Speaking of skepticism, however… Spitfire leaned forward and said sarcastically, "So you want to bring our minds around to your 'mutual masturbation' idea through this 'safe', 'natural' hypnosis project?"

By now, I was tired and annoyed with her constant questioning. I struggled to keep myself pleasant as I turned and addressed her directly. "Spitfire. What I WANT to do is give you guys a nice, relaxing hypnosis experience to make up for all the stress you went through today. A trance is like taking a nice power nap with some extra fun along the way. Worst case scenario, and I mean WORST case scenario, I make you guys feel drowsy for half an hour before we go our separate ways. Anything more than that will be golden. So just… calm down, okay?? It's gonna be fine."

It was noticeably hard for her to accept, but the Normal was backing me up. Spitfire's hard expression visibly softened, and the look in her orange eyes lost some of its harsh intensity. "Okay, okay," she relented. "You're the boss."

I let out a huff of relief and looked around the room. Five other pairs of eyes were focused on me, the nervousness that had been there now fading fast – I had their trust and attention.

As I opened my mouth to start the hypnotic speech, I was interrupted by the sound of… ambient background noise?

The room-filling sound echoed around the spacious showers, not too loud but filled with a variety of sounds – wind, water, a barely audible synthetic melody, and the occasional tinkling of bells. The Wonderbolts all gasped and 'woah'ed in wonder.

The source was off to my left, where Trixie stood. Her horn was aglow, surrounded by an aura of musical notes that drifted through the air and faded away, converting her magic into sound. She smiled at me once I noticed and proudly said, "Do you think this will help?"

A relaxing ambient track for my hypnosis without needing to haul in a whole sound system? I was tempted to jokingly ask if we could throw in some binaural beats. Instead, with some concern, I said, "Can you keep that up for a while? Won't be too much stress?"

"Oh, this is nothing," Trixie assured me confidently. "Never doubt the depths of The Great and Powerful Trixie's magical reserves." With a cough, she added, "Her strength, perhaps, but not her reserves."

I nodded. "Thanks. That will be very helpful."

Trixie's smile broadened. "Go get 'em."

This was it.

Nerves wracked my body. It was difficult to force myself to speak. I made myself take a deep breath… and on the exhale, I realized that's where I had to begin.

"I want everybody to take a deep breath. In…" I gestured upward with my hands. The six Wonderbolts inhaled in sync. "Hold it a sec, and out…" I pushed down, and they exhaled. "In… hold, and out. Repeat that. Focus on that. Focus on the rhythm of your breathing."

I was doing it! I was really starting this! Staying calm was unbearable! Breathe, Pascal, breathe.

"Uh…" I cleared my throat as quietly as I could. "Very good. As you keep breathing, you'll feel more in tune with your body. All the little sensations, the tiny… tiny creaks and pains in your limbs, feel them, listen to your body. Slowly adjust yourself so that you're as comfortable as possible, so that the creaks go away. You want to be as comfortable as possible, because you want to go into a very pleasant, comfortable trance."

Not the most rehearsed or efficient induction in the world, but Trixie's music was keeping everyone in a pleasant state as I tumbled over my words. And as I spoke about small discomforts, the Wonderbolts sedately adjusted themselves, getting more comfortable in their chairs and even spreading their wings a little bit. Thankfully, the chairs were staggered so that they wouldn't hit each other with their wings at half-span, so everyone had room in the cramped showers to spread a little bit.

"That's right. Get as comfortable as you can. You want to fall into a nice, healthy, comfortable trance, free from momentary distractions and worries. You want to feel rested and… safe. Truly, incredibly relaxed. But still focused on my voice."

A few of the Wonderbolts' eyes were preemptively closed, though I could tell they were still very conscious. A couple others were open but slowly drooping. Though I noticed Spitfire's face in particular – her face was contorted in some kind of emotion, whether it was resistance or frustration. She needed a little help relaxing.

"You want to fall into a nice, deep, hypnotic trance. Trance is natural, and relies on trust. I can't make you do anything you're not okay with while you're in trance. You can trust me, and my voice. You can trust that all I want to do is send you into a nice, deep, hypnotic trance, and let my words take you on a pleasant adventure. The more you believe this, the more you relax, the deeper your relaxation and focus and trust."

The grimace on Spitfire's face deepened, not with anger or frustration but actually a little visible fear.

"Breathe. In, and out. Let your breath carry away your worries."

Two exhales later, Spitfire's face finally relaxed, joining the rest of her comrades.

I couldn't help but smile. "You're all starting to feel good. But this is only the beginning. We have only begun to send you deep into a nice, relaxing, comfortable hypnotic trance. Already, you're feeling good and comfortable. And we have only begun. Now, pay attention to your legs, your feet. I want you to feel them, to tense them up as tightly as you can…"

It was strange to watch their hybrid hoof-toed but human-heeled feet curling up and flexing, but I kept my mouth shut.

"…and then relax." A few sighs involuntarily escaped some Wonderbolts' mouths. "Feel that tension completely ebb away."

"Now your calves. Tense… hold… and relax. It feels so good, you can already feel waves of relaxation flowing up your body from your… hooves."

"Now, feel your thighs." I went through the same process of tension and relaxation.

"Your hips." Trying not to speed through it.

"Your stomach." Trying not to get too excited as they fell further into trance.

"Your chest." Trying not to linger too long on watching four pairs of perky breasts jiggle and relax.

"Your neck and shoulders." Trying not to laugh as their heads rolled about.

"Your upper arms." Finding it rather cute as their arms either rested in their laps or dangled at their sides.

"Your forearms and your hands. Feel them tighten, feel that tension… then release, feel the relaxation."

"Your muzzle." As they went through the process there, I saw a few scrunchy faces and had to cover my own mouth to stifle my laughter.

"Your eyes. Squint hard, feel that tension rush in… and then let it all ease out. Your eyelids are feeling heavy now, heavier, closing. They're so heavy, you can't bring yourself to open your eyes. You could if you really wanted to, but you want to be in a trance. You want to listen."

"Feel the last of your tension rush up to the tips of your ears. Tense up the top of your head, then… Breathe in, breathe in deep…! And out. Relax. Feel waves of relaxation travel downward, then bounce upward and down again. Drifting in a pool of calm and focus."

I was admittedly rambling at this point, but the Wonderbolts all had their heads down and their eyes closed, and they were all breathing steadily. They weren't bad hypnosis subjects at all for me. Either the last stage hypnotist they'd hired really was a sham, or it was mostly the Normal helping me out.

We were now at the precipice of a new threshold. I'd managed to get them to a casual meditation, but could I actually bring them under, keep them under, and give them powerful suggestions? My nerves flared up again, but my success so far shored up my confidence.

"Alright. Are you all feeling very relaxed?"

I got a few lazy nods as answers. Soarin, Misty Fly, and Fleetfoot actually had little smiles on their faces. Surprise and Fire Streak had a zombie-like expression to them, and Spitfire looked nearly asleep.

"Well… we've only begun to make you feel relaxed, safe, in trance. Now that you are calm and focused, we're going to take you deeper. Deeper into your own mind. And it's as simple as listening to my voice, following my every instruction, and trusting me to give you a nice, deep, comfortable trance. Keep breathing, in… and out. You've already come a long way from where we started, already fallen into a nice, deep relaxation. Now I'm asking you to go even deeper. Even more relaxed. Even more focused. Until you fall as deeply into a nice, comfortable trance, as far as you can go."

More rambling, I noticed. Repeating myself. Why was I so worried? Well, I was afraid I would say something stupid or phrase something weirdly, or cough – something that would snap them out of it, break the spell. None of this was rehearsed or even planned. It was all my first-draft attempt.

Despite that, I really wanted this to go well, and while I suspected both the Normal and the mechanics of trance would forgive a few errors, I didn't want to risk anything less than a perfect induction.

Being the lazy schlub I was, I wasn't used to chasing perfection.

I put my fist in front of my mouth to quietly clear my throat, nervously glanced at Trixie (who gave me an encouraging grin), then steeled myself for the next and most difficult step. "I'm going to count from five… to one. Every number I count, you'll fall further and further, deeper and deeper, down into trance. The lower I count, the lower you go. You're ready to follow me, you're listening. Every time I say the word 'deeper,' you'll fall further into trance. Every time I say the word 'down,' your trance will become stronger and more inescapable. You won't want to leave, because it feels so good and comfortable. Every time I count down, bring you deeper and further down, it feels so much better, so much more relaxing, so much more focused, while still listening to my voice… letting it pass through your conscious mind and into your subconscious."

Glancing around the room, I checked to make sure I wasn't losing any of the six Wonderbolts. They were all lounging in their chairs, eyes closed, breathing steadily – but all still in a very deliberate and attentive way. I hadn't put them to sleep, thank goodness.

"Breathe in… and out. In… and out." That was kind of a reminder to me as well. "In… And…" I put my hand up, not that they could see it. "Fiiiivvve," I said on the exhale.

The Wonderbolts exhaled with me, and a couple of them slumped even more raggedly than before. The music Trixie was producing became momentarily more intense, the bell sound ringing with a single intense chime.

Excitement burst through me, making it hard to keep my words clear. "So… So much more relaxed. Deeper. You're falling down, down, deeper into trance. It feels so good to listen. To focus. To hang on to my every word and follow every instruction." I inhaled sharply, and then… "Four."

Not as big a drop this time, but a few heads drooped lower. Trixie's ambiance chimed again.

"Falling deeper. Opening your mind and focusing. The further down you go, the more your worries seem to disappear. Nothing else is important except… listening, paying attention, accepting everything I say. …Three."

Trixie's helpful chime sounded off again. I could see Spitfire's brow furrow for just a fraction of a second.

"So deep. You're doing so well," I said. My voice was getting a little hoarse, so I swallowed. My hands were starting to shake, too. "You're opening up your mind – not by force, but… by choice. It's a surrender, but it's a pleasant, temporary surrender, one that you can only benefit from, because you trust me and my voice to lead you down, deeper into a comfortable, pleasant, nice, relaxing trance." I swallowed again. "Two."

The trace of resistance on Spitfire's face disappeared. Misty Fly, Surprise, Fleetfoot, Fire Streak, Soarin, they were all perfect little hypnotic subjects, too. I felt like bouncing around the room I was so excited, but we weren't there yet. I could barely breathe.

"Uh… Deeper. Down. Further. Trance. It feels so good to listen. You're almost there, your conscious mind is almost ready to let go, to take a rest and let your subconscious do all the work, to let my voice replace your inner voice. And in return, you feel so relaxed, so good. The last number will take you down deepest of all, as far down as you can go – and yet you can still go deeper, fall further down, all while listening to my every word."

Trixie's music was still barely playing, but to me it felt like complete silence in the moment between then and…

"One."

The bell sound became one sustained ring that slowly faded, reminiscent of a droplet causing a pond to ripple once before becoming completely still… like the Wonderbolts were now.

"Breathe in… and out. In… and out." Deep inhale and exhale for me, too. "Keep… breathing. You're now so deep, the lowest you think you can go. Your mind is fully entranced, ready to listen, to accept suggestions. Slowly… nod your head to confirm."

It didn't happen all at once or in sync, but one by one, the Wonderbolts tilted their heads every so slightly forward and then pulled back.

I couldn't stop myself. I balled my hands into shaking fists and raised them to the air as quietly as I could in barely contained jubilation. I grinned manically at Trixie, and the busty nude magician mirrored my manic grin and gave me two thumbs up, just as excited as I was to see these six Wonderbolts entranced.

After a few moments more of self-congratulation, I pulled myself together. Didn't want to leave the 'Bolts hanging too long. I cleared my throat again and said, "Very good. Very good. You are now in a deep, comfortable trance; you just confirmed it yourselves. You're ready to… explore what we can do when your mind is willing and listening."

Of course, even getting to this point was no guarantee, some annoying part of my brain pointed out. Saying the wrong thing, or asking too much, could still break them out of it. The Normal made that unlikely, but still…

The question, I thought to myself as I stood in the back of the women's showers in front of six dazed Wonderbolts and accompanied by a mildly cum-inflated magician, was where did I need to go, how many steps would it take to get there, and which steps could the Normal let me skip?

One half of me wanted to start with some visualization warm-ups to make sure they could handle what I was about to throw at them. The other half, the part that was too excited about having these pegasi under my control, didn't want to waste any time.

"Alright. It's time for the main event. The reason I invited you down into this deep, comfortable trance in the first place. It's time to deal with the issue of… arousal."

It was subtle, but my subjects' breathing hitched a little bit when I said that. Entranced or not, this was a sensitive (or exciting) topic.

"As we do this, I might describe feelings, sensations, things that are happening to you, and when I say those things, you're going to feel it. Even though some part of you will know that it's not quite real, the rest of your mind will play along and make it feel as real as possible. This is something your mind is capable of, with the right direction. Just remember to keep breathing, stay focused, don't get too distracted, and listen. It may get intense, but it'll be worth it to stay in this deep, comfortable trance. Now… Think of what gets you aroused. The places you like to be touched. What gets you off. What you like to see. What you desire to feel. Breathe in… and out, keep breathing."

Already, the dicks dangling from between Fire Streak's and Soarin's thighs twitched and began to harden. Surprise's nipples thickened up noticeably. Misty Fly licked her lips. Fleetfoot and Spitfire squirmed as sticky secretions began to stain their seats. The air began to get hot with their collective musk and pheremones.

"As you breathe," I continued, getting a little hot under the collar myself, "notice the scent of your own arousal and the arousal of people around you. Let it freely fill your lungs, stimulate your tastes and your mind. Feel your heartbeat quicken. Feel your lower parts engorge, and feel how the desire, want, and need is signaled to your mind. All of these phenomena you want to notice, understand, and master if you wish to control your libido rather than letting it control you. But for now, keep breathing and let your body run its course."

It happened so easily, almost as fast as I could describe it. The mares were red in the face and moaning ever so quietly on every measured exhale, and their inner thighs were becoming more and more soaked. The stallions' erections were just about fully hard – Fire Streak's jutting almost horizontally a couple of inches past his knees, while Soarin's proudly raised to a steep diagonal, inches away from his own mouth, which had already opened suspiciously wide. It was so easy. I had so much power.

Might as well try turn it into a trigger, then. "It's so easy to get aroused when I tell you. I can just order you to become horny, and you will. You relish it. It feels so good, knowing I'm in control of your temperamental sex drives. You don't need to do anything; I'm in control. I'll bring you as far as you could possibly desire, if I want to. I can just tell you to double the sensations, double the imagery, double the arousal, and you'll do it, while still staying in trance. Now… Double."

Whines and groans and moans of pleasure came tumbling out in the suddenly cramped-feeling showers. I squeezed my thighs a bit to try and contain my own rising erection.

"Don't let the sounds of the others distract you! They're entranced just like you are, have no doubt. Every time you hear them moan, or gasp, or mutter under their breath, let the knowledge that they're feeling what I tell them to take you down deeper into a great, comfortable trance. Every time you react together, let your trance deepen."

My fears were unfounded. Despite the momentary lapse in stillness, and as aroused as they were – the mares' tongues hanging out and hands drifting to their thighs, the stallions leaking pre onto the tiled floor – I could hear them trying to keep their breathing in a steady rhythm, and I could see their eyes remain shut and their heads leaning subtly towards me. They were still entranced; just incredibly horny now.

I wasn't too far behind them.

"Now, I'm going to raise it again. But this time, as I take you to the edge of… climax… I need you to resist the urge to cum. Don't touch yourself, don't give in, don't cross over that threshold. This is important. You need to prove that you're in control of your libido. I can guide you into that control, but it's the power of your mind that proves it. You WILL not cum until I allow it." I saw Misty Fly squint a little harder, and I said, "Do not worry – I'll reward you for your patience. But when I tell you to feel as aroused as you've ever been in your life, I need you to feel it, keep breathing, stay in trance, but exert the control to not go over. And you will do this, because you're in my trance, and as a reward I'm giving you this power. Now… Double!!"

Strangled cries of ecstasy rang out from all of them. Legs twitched and chests heaved.

"Keep breathing!" I nearly panicked, trying my best to guide them through. "In… and out! Let yourself leak, that's fine, no need to hold it in, no shame! Just breathe! Stay in control! Feel the heat! Don't give in to the urge to flex those lower muscles and begin the process. Just make yourself still!"

As I trailed off, I noticed that, though there was a lot more sexual fluid pooling on the tiles, I saw no evidence of orgasm. No twitching of the lower body, no groans of pleasure, no sighs of relief… All six Wonderbolts were hanging on. That was incredible.

"Okay. Now… Breathe. Hang on. You've subjected your mind to a lot of pleasure, and now I want you to… release it. Take deep, long breaths, and slowly let the tension drain out of you. Your body and mind will cry out at the denied release – that is natural. It'll try to kick back, just roll with it. Breathe in… and out. In… and out."

I repeated that a few more times as I waited for them to calm down. It didn't look easy – pretty much all of them had some vague expression of anguish on their faces. They didn't like denying themselves, not one bit. But I hadn't used up all the trust I'd built with them yet, so at least they were still with me.

"Very good," I encouraged them. "You've done very well. You should feel proud! You brought yourself to the brink and then turned right back. If there was ever proof that the mind can withstand the demands of the libido, that was it."

I took a moment to appreciate what I'd just done. Through my words and Normal-enhanced hypnosis, I'd brought six defiant Wonderbolts nearly to a hands-free orgasm, then pulled them back. Holy fuck. Either my barely-a-baritone voice and lazy dialect was just that soothing, or the Normal was REALLY scary powerful when the conscious mind was off to lunch. Either way, holy fuck.

"Keep breathing," I said after my moment to reflect. "When I say 'ten,' slowly count down from 10 to 1 in your mind. With each number, let yourself drop back down, deeper into trance, so that you're ready to receive more suggestions, and nod when you're ready. Starting from… ten." And with that, I'd given myself an excuse to take a one-minute break and kind of freak out a little.

I was one milestone down. Technically, I'd already proved my point, and I could easily bring them out of the trance and convince them to go along with my idea to make sex-as-maintenance a part of the Wonderbolts regimen. But I still had time to kill, and I wanted to see how much further I could go with a Normal-hypnotized subject. I was too far gone to stop now.

Taking a deep breath myself, I looked over at Trixie. She was leaning against the wall next to me, her hands idly playing with her moist cleft and tweaking one of the thick nipples atop her buoyant, arm-filling breasts. Her horn was barely aglow at all, only providing a small amount of ambient sound to the room, since it was hardly necessary at this point. Trixie looked back at me with a lazy grin, mouthed 'Well done,' and went back to watching the spellbound Wonderbolts with lusty fervor. It seemed she was more than eager to see what I would do next.

Fire Streak was the first to nod his head. Soon followed by Fleetfoot, then Surprise, Soarin, and Misty Fly. Spitfire's head didn't move for a while, and I wondered – did I lose her? Was she asleep? Had she broken out of trance? But then her head tilted forward, almost like she was sedated, and I was free to assume she was still on board.

"Alright, welcome back. You've been extremely patient and helpful hypnotic sl– subjects, and what you went through will be perfect for what we'll do next. You see, mind over matter is all well and good, but the mind is still part of the body. You can't be expected to hold yourself back forever, but the life of a Wonderbolt means there's hardly enough time in the day… or is there?

"As a reward for following my instructions up to this point, I'm going to tell you a story where you're the main character. Every time I describe something, I want you to picture it in your mind's eye vividly, like you're really there. Every time I say something is happening to you, I want you to feel it. …Ready?

"Imagine it's an average day at HQ, where the lockers and showers are co-ed. You and just about everyone else on the main team is coming in for warm-ups and practice. You've been working hard for most of the week, day in and day out. And you're understandably a little… frustrated."

My bet was that my cruel orgasm denial earlier would play nicely into this imaginary scenario. And judging by the brows furrowing on several faces, I was pretty much correct. Which was great, because I hadn't planned any of this before we started.

"Thankfully, it's been about two weeks since the administration agreed that team arousal was a serious issue, and allowed discreet 'personal time' before and after Wonderbolts activities. It's taken a while for ponies to get past that awkward stage, but now the sight of two ponies helping to get each other off before warm-ups is almost becoming commonplace.

"You see, until everyone has more data on each Wonderbolts' libido patterns, it works on sort of an honor system. Every Wonderbolt is expected to manage their own body's sex drive, without being at the expense of their flying, and only ask when it's too much to handle. Only when the pent-up lust is too great, and a little relief would make the difference between a frustrating day and a productive one. If that's the case, you are free to ask for 'help' and your team is honor-bound to answer the call. Because one extremely antsy teammate is everyone's problem.

"There've been a couple of ponies abusing the system a bit, pretending to be more pent-up than they really are for free sex, but it's gotten really easy to tell when that's happening, and getting called out on it has made them fake it less and less. Everypony can tell the signs of sexual frustration at this point, from the way you walk, to the blush on your face, to the way you snap back when people talk to you – it's as clear as day.

"And as you walk into the lockers, where all the other Wonderbolts are gathered, anyone looking at you can tell that you kinda need it.

"No one outright says anything as you go to your locker. It's kind of an unwritten rule that you're the one who has to explicitly ask for it. But one of your teammates gives you a concerned look and kind of nonchalantly asks, 'Hey, are you okay?' You've haven't had a great morning, so your first instinct is to mutter back something to brush them off."

As I said that, a few of the seated Wonderbolts actually muttered things under their breath, just as I described. They weren't really talking back out loud, per se, but they were getting into the role I'd laid out for them. Exciting.

"You say that, and they take the hint and give you some space. But in the back of your mind, you're starting to do some mental health checks. 'Do I have it bad today? Do I need some relief? Will it help my performance or hinder it?' After about a minute of back and forth, judging it as seriously as you can, it's abundantly clear – you just kinda need it. So, summoning up your confidence, you announce it to the room…"

I was silent for a moment, hoping they would speak again. It took a second for them to take the prompt, but eventually I heard a few mumbled or whispered phrases. "Hey, can I get some help here…?" "Guys, I need relief…" "Can somepony 'help' me out for a sec?" Things like that, from six ponies that looked barely awake. They were louder than the last prompt, though – getting them to act seemed to be making it more vivid for them.

"There's a moment of awkward silence… A few others asked at about the same time. But then the silence is broken by several Wonderbolts replying, 'Sure, I'll help you out.' It's a volunteer system, though you also have some say in your preference of who services you. Thankfully, the pony that comes to your aid is someone who fits the basics of what you like in a partner, though you don't know them all that well yet – they're relatively new.

"You take a seat and get comfortable, spreading your legs, giving your teammate room to kneel before you. And then…"

Then something strange happened. The room filled with points of blue light – focused on each Wonderbolt's crotch. What looked like… phantom hands appeared between every Wonderbolt's thighs and stroked a finger along dripping snatches and swelling cocks, making their owners moan at the surprisingly REAL touch.

I looked over at Trixie, the guilty party to this plot twist. Her horn was glowing brighter than ever, her eyes locked in a lewd sort of focus as she prepared to please a new record of six partners at once. Then her wild gaze settled on me, and the way my pants unbuckled told me she was going to make that record seven.

The show had to go on. "Then contact. Sweet relief already, the touch of another on your most intimate places… Let the arousal rebuild, with no delay; orgasm has to be as quick as possible–"

My semi-hardness became exposed to the muggy air. Trixie had pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. Without stopping her ministration over the six pegasi in the room, she knelt down to my side and put her hands on my hips to twist me around so that I was facing sideways to the Wonderbolts. I played along like a puppet, unable to stop Trixie from wrapping her supple, massive boobs around my hardening cock while I tried to focus on the crew's hypnotic adventure. Not that I wanted her to stop, mind you, but it made my job difficult.

"Ah, it – woah – it doesn't help to savor this, or stretch the moment out. This is about tending to your body's very real needs. Let your partner do what they need to do to get you off, and just… Focus on the pleasure. Give into it, just for a moment. Let your ardor rise as fast as– Ah!"

Trixie squeezed with her hands, pressing her titflesh tightly against my rock-hard cock so she could rub them with great force, up and down and alternating and filling my mind with warm, sweaty softness instead of the monologue I needed to say. Her horn pulsed with an almost erotic energy of its own as it fingered pussies and stroked horsedicks just a few feet away, each with a unique rhythm and special care, responding to the ways they twitched and moaned, finding their weak spots and pressing their buttons.

How the fuck was Trixie so good at this? I felt like challenging her. "And THEN," I said to the entire room, a little louder than I should've, "the teammate moves from using their HANDS to their MOUTH."

Trixie's eyes just sparkled back at me.

The magenta phantom hands working on each pegasus's genitals changed to a phantom pony muzzle with a phantom tongue, all of which immediately got to work simulating a blowjob or cunnilingus with great creativity. In particular, the mouths working on the stallions stretched around the flared heads and dove deep, even simulating the tight massage of a mare's throat.

And at the same time, Trixie lowered herself so that her mouth could reach my head and smother it in suckling kisses, while her boobs massaged my sensitive balls and her diamond-like nipples rubbed against my inner thighs.

Well, I knew when I was beaten. Even so, I tried to keep up the trance for the Wonderbolts. "Feel your orgasm approaching… Don't lose focus… Stay in the nice, deep, comfortable tra-aa-aance… But let the pleasure wash over you as usual…!"

Under the fantasy enhanced by Trixie's attentions, the Wonderbolts were nearly on the brink, back to that state of hyper-arousal I'd denied them just minutes before. Trixie rubbed her luscious boobs in more frantic, jiggling loops, and took my hardness deeper into her mouth, lovingly squeezing my shaft with her tongue.

It didn't have much control left. "Feel the… Feel it rising…! Rising…!! UNGH!!!"

And at the last second, I realized that the stallions' dicks were basically pointed straight at me. Aw hell.

Practically everyone in the room exploded in pleasure, including me. A cacophony of sounds filled the air – moans of pleasure, squeaks of plastic chairs as their occupants rocked back and forth, the splash of sexual fluids ejaculated into growing puddles…

I braced myself for impact even as my own orgasm overtook me. But somehow I was never splashed with stallion seed. I blearily looked to my side to see a pink magical barrier between me and the stallions, forming a wall that the white splashes of semen slowly dripped down.

As my immense pleasure waned, I looked down at Trixie, who still had my cockhead in her mouth, the corners dribbling cum down her chin and into her delicious bubbly cleavage. Her eyes remained closed for a second as she suckled at my dick a few moments more, but then her right eye opened and focused on me, giving me a playful look of false innocence.

I had to say something to this mare that had completely dominated my act. "The Great and Powerful Trixie…" I whispered so only she could hear. "Goddamn right…"

Trixie smiled around my cockhead, and with one final slurp allowed me to fall out of her mouth, dripping with saliva. As she took to cleaning up her own mess, I turned back to the Wonderbolts to check on them.

They were cooling down, and their eyes were still closed. Their heads were still hunched forward, and their bodies were returning to their previous relaxed positions.

All I could do was shake my head. Still in trance after all that? Holy shit. Holy SHIT.

"And that…!" My voice cracked for a second when I tried to pick up my monologue. I cleared my throat and said, "And that… brings us to the end of our story. You've all listened extremely well, and we've all learned a lot. I hope this demonstration will, uh, help you figure out the best way to handle your team libido issues, but I won't force you to follow. All I suggest, and this is your choice to make, is that you try something like this for a month, on a trial basis. See what happens, see what you learn, and then make changes as necessary.

"Now… Now is the time to bring an end to our lovely trance experience. I'm going to count to five, and at the end you'll feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready to face the rest of your day. I hope you've enjoyed your hypnotic experience, and that you'll feel open to trying more like this again.

"Five, starting to wake up, starting to regain conscious control, like you're waking up from a very… stimulating nap. Four, rising up further now, able to move your limbs again to shake out any lingering numbness. Three, eyes beginning to open, waking up… Two, filling up full of energy again, free to move… And one. Fully awake and aware and ready."

I took a quick look around. The mares' communal showers looked (and smelled) like it had been host to a vigorous orgy, mare juices and stallion fluids everywhere around me. But no, all it had been was six powerful pegasi sitting in front of me while I talked at them. The feeling of what I'd just accomplished was… incredible.

Bowing, I declared, "Thank you. My name is Pascal, and I hope you enjoyed the experience."

It started slowly at first, but the room broke into subdued applause. Everyone looked entertained but still rather loopy. Except for Spitfire, who was back to reclining in her cum-soaked chair, her eyes closed again.

"That was amazing," Soarin finally said. "I don't know how you did that last part, wow."

"That was Trixie," was all I could say, a little winded myself now.

Surprise's eyes widened. "She did all of us? At the same time?!"

The Great and Powerful Trixie stood up and did a little bow herself. "This humble assistant thought you could use a, shall we say, 'tangible' reward after the denial play."

"Was that really necessary?" Misty Fly whined a bit. "I mean, it was great, and my thought was like, 'Sure, whatever, I'll play along,' but… damn. I know waiting for it is supposed to make it better…"

"And it was," Fleetfoot cut in, standing up from her sticky chair.

"…but I hate waiting," Misty Fly pouted. "Don't ever do that again, if you can help it. You proved your damn point."

Well, I wasn't planning on getting a second chance to hypnotize these Wonderbolts again, so… "I don't think you'll have to worry about that," I said.

"Still, good job," Misty Fly replied wearily, giving me a thumbs-up.

"What do we do now, though?" Fire Streak wondered aloud.

"Clipper."

Soarin's pony ears perked up. Everyone looked to Spitfire, who was leaning into her chair like she was exhausted, but she spoke with unquestioned authority.

"You were the worst flyer, Mr. Wardrobe Malfunction, so you clean up every mess we made today. Both locker rooms. Everypony else, rinse off and enjoy your weekend. We'll talk about policy at next week's meeting. …Now get outta here."

"Aww," Soarin moaned, but gave a 'what can you do' shrug and left to find a mop. Fire Streak stacked up the chairs and set them aside to be cleaned by Soarin later before he left for the stallions' side. The four mares got up and turned on the showers to wash off their sticky thighs and get the overwhelming scent of sex off them.

I tossed my clothes into the lockers and took a showerhead for myself. It was high time I got cleaned up too.

Trixie stepped up to me to share my water stream, which I allowed her to do. We shared the responsibility of soaping and rinsing off her firm boobage.

"Where the hell'd you learn to do that?" I eventually found the presence of mind to ask.

The magician girl just smirked and shrugged. Her bright blue mane, usually curled to frame her eyes and neck, stuck wetly to her head and shoulders, giving her a more humble appearance. "That was a first. But I can't deny I've had fantasies like that. Getting a harem to all cum for me at the same time…" She leaned up to my ear and whispered, "You made an evil part of me very happy today. But without actually being evil." Then she pulled back and kissed me on the cheek. "I love that."

A little punch-drunk from the immense mental effort I'd been through, I just smiled back. "Glad I could… help, I guess."

Surprise finished her shower and shook off the excess water. As she left, she shouted back, "Thanks for everything, hypno-dude!"

Fleetfoot and Misty Fly burst into laughter as they turned off their respective showerheads. "Yeah, great show Hypnodude!" Fleetfoot snickered, and left to towel off.

Misty Fly came over to our side of the showers and leaned against the wall next to me. "You ever want to drop by again, you let me be the first to know, okay Hypnodude?"

"What the heck?" I couldn't help but say. "What's with the…"

"It's our way of welcoming you to our little family," Misty Fly teased. "Enjoy the nickname." She stuck her tongue out at me and then left the showers.

Which just left me with Trixie… and Spitfire, who was standing beneath the stream two showerheads down.

"You made a good impression on my team," Spitfire said out of the blue. "That's not easy."

"I'm honored, really," I said back.

"There's like five problems with your plan, though." Spitfire put a hand on the wall and leaned against it, facing me and Trixie. "You do know there's a dozen more Wonderbolts in the main team, right? You gonna hypnotize them all?"

I chuckled at that. "Nah. Honestly, I don't even know if I'm gonna survive past Celestia's meeting tonight. Like I said, I figured this would be a proof of concept more than anything else."

Spitfire was silent for a moment, then said, "That's a shame. I was gonna ask what your rates were. I've been meaning to put a mental health professional on the payroll for a while now. Figure a hypnosis therapist wouldn't be bad."

Now I was surprised. "Woah, that's… uh…"

"Or hell, just for–" Spitfire started, but her eyes darted between me and Trixie, and she awkwardly looked towards the wall.

Trixie saw something in that look that I didn't, and stepped away from my shower. With a parting "Have fun~," she made her way back into the locker room, giving Spitfire and I some space.

The Wonderbolts captain watched her leave (while I just watched that blue ass and tail sway) and asked, "Is she always like that?"

"She's got every reason to be confident today," was my only explanation. "It's a special day."

"I suppose so…"

With the third party gone, Spitfire shut off her shower and closed the distance so it was just her and me. My eyes were instantly fixated on her 'high F' boobs wobbling just beneath my undefined pecs.

"Look, I…" Spitfire looked nervous all of a sudden. "The orgasms were nice and all, and I'm grateful you took a swing at our little team management issue, but…" She sighed almost wistfully. "That moment before the orgasms? When you'd just put us under? And we were just…"

She visibly shuddered, which sent her firm breasts a-shaking in a very pleasing way.

"That…" she continued, her eyes lidded with relief, "that was… THE… MOST… relaxed I've felt in… possibly years. It was SO good. I NEEDED that. I…" She took a step closer to me and added, "I still need that…"

Somehow, my dumb boob-obsessed brain managed to put the obvious pieces together, and I quietly intoned, "Sleep."

Spitfire slumped like a sack of potatoes into my arms. She inhaled deeply through her nostrils, then exhaled loudly, falling back into that familiar rhythm of breathing.

I smiled and said, "You've been under a lot of stress. You needed someone to take the reins for a bit, huh? Someone to make you forget about all those things piling up…?"

"Mmhmm," Spitfire hummed contentedly into my chest. She wasn't fully entranced, but as deep as she could willingly sink herself on her own.

"And in return, you don't mind me having a little fun? Doing… whatever while you're under my spell, within reason?"

A second later, Spitfire shook her head and mumbled, "Mm-mm. Don't… mind…"

With all of the possibilities now before me, it took me a second to figure out what I wanted to do with the time I had. I leaned down towards her ear and whispered, "But let's not make this about me… This is about you. I want you… to think of a deep, sexual fantasy you want to live out…" Spitfire gasped quietly. "Something you've wanted for a while but have never been able to do… Let that desire fill your mind, then… without shame… I want you to tell me."

Almost immediately, Spitfire tilted her head up at me with her eyes closed and growled, "Fuck my ass into the ground."

I was kind of taken aback. "Uh… elaborate."

"Just…" Spitfire moaned, "I want… someone to hold me down and take my ass. Take everything. Take my stubbornness and my dignity and just… Ffffffuck me, from behind, like an animal…!"

Dayum. I needed to figure out how to do that to her satisfaction. I wasn't exactly strong enough to hold her down, after all.

Okay, I had an idea. "Listen to me very carefully." Spitfire fell quiet. "When I snap my fingers, you will be filled with the urge to fuck me like a mare possessed. It's gotta be in your pussy, or so you think. Once my dick is nice and wet, I'll try to force you down like you secretly want, and you'll fight back to keep me fucking you proper. But the more you fight, the weaker and heavier your limbs will feel. Until you're completely powerless in my hands. I can't physically overpower you, you know this, but I have your mind. And when you're on the ground, weak and submissive, with me balls deep in your ass, knowing deep down that you should be able to fight me off, but the leash I hold on your mind is as strong as any bondage… that knowledge will make you cum twice as hard as ever, and it will send you back into a deep, wonderful trance."

I had no idea if I could actually make her cum exactly twice as hard as anything, but judging by the heavy blush on Spitfire's face, she seemed to love the idea of trying. Knowing full well I was unleashing something I had no idea what to expect from, I snapped my fingers.

Spitfire's eyes opened with fiery passion that lived up to her name, and she jumped my bones then and there beneath the shower stream. My dick was pretty much already rock hard from having such a willing slave, more or less, so it only took a second of maneuvering on Spitfire's part to line things up and sink my cock into her snatch.

I was forced to hold her by the ass and carry her as she bounced on my dick, her wings splayed out behind her and flapping to keep us from tipping over. Once again, like with the three mares before, I found myself being fucked more than I was doing the fucking, but this time I was ready to turn the tables.

Or so I thought. I tried to lift her off, but her hands came down and gripped mine with deadly seriousness, challenging me to even try and stop her. I pushed and pulled and shook, but she just wasn't giving.

Inch by inch, I forced my hands to her sides, until I could hold on long enough to bodily lift the surprisingly light stunt flyer off my dick. My libido cried out in mutiny, but I had a plan to stick to. Spitfire kicked and struggled and flapped in my grip, making it hard to actually force her to the ground. Eventually, I just dropped her for a second, which she wasn't expecting. Her ass nearly bounced off the ground before I crawled atop her and wrestled her down. Her legs kicked and wrapped around my torso, trying to pin me down – she was turning this into a full-on wrestling match!

My out-of-shape muscles were protesting already, but thankfully Spitfire's command to weaken seemed to be kicking in. Her pushes had less strength; her leg-hold slowly became easier to break.

Finally, I managed to spin her around and hold her arms behind her back. Her wings flapped erratically to try and force herself free, but her limbs looked like they were getting heavier by the second. Taking advantage, I pushed her front down so her breasts were pressed against the wet shower tiles, and set myself up behind her so my pussy-wet dick was nestled between the captain's firm ass.

Keeping one hand on her wrists to hold them down (which was all I needed at this point), I pulled my other hand back and spread one cheek aside. Above her leaking vagina was a dark yellow hole, which already had some puffiness and stretch to it, judging just by looking at it.

"Ohhh…!" I remarked, grinning evilly. "This won't be the first time you've had something back here, will it?"

Spitfire growled back and squirmed, but couldn't put up any more fight than that as I lined myself up and pushed. The captain clenched hard as I tried to enter, blocking my progress. I pulled back and tried again, managing to get the tip inside this time. Over and over, Spitfire's resistance broke down gradually like her strength had moments before, until…

"Guuhh!" Spitfire cried out, arching her back up and spreading her brilliant yellow wings out to their maximum span. I had my head and half an inch of thick shaft inside her sensitive asshole. Her hands weakly flailed back at me, pushing against my stomach in vain.

I responded by gently grabbing the limbs of her wings and pressing down on them to force Spitfire's chest back down. "No you don't," I said in my best dominant voice. "Stay down there and take it."

Spitfire clenched and shook and tried to fight me off, but all that accomplished was to make my passage into her backdoor tighter and more pleasurable. And every time I pushed, Spitfire would let out another loud moan like, "Nnngh… Nnnyyyeesss, unnhhh…!"

To complete the fantasy as she'd described it, I wrapped my arms above her legs and lifted her up slightly, so that her rear end was upward and I was thrusting downward, shoving her into the ground with each stroke.

As soon as I did that, her wings and arms and legs went completely limp. Even her asshole loosened up fully. All the movement I could feel was the twitch of her hips as she ejaculated femcum right onto my balls, and all I could hear was one long, contented moan.

For my part, I shoved myself all the way in. This idea that I had taken this strong-headed mare and turned her into a submissive slut, while kind of darker than I usually liked, was still ludicrously hot. I began to empty my own load deep inside Spitfire's ass, but then I had one last idea. I slowly pulled out, still cumming, and muttered, "Spin around… and close your eyes!"

The captain made no remark and turned so I could see her front. Her face was unbelievably happy and relaxed – which just spurred on my orgasm and gave it new vigor. I sprayed the rest of my cum onto her stomach, tits, and face. All she did was sit there and smile until I was finished.

And when I was done, she laid back on the ground, her wings splayed out on either side of her, and hummed contentedly to herself.

I was mentally and physically drained. I got up off my knees (which were kind of sore from the hard tile), said, "You can lay there in trance until you're ready to wake up on your own," and went about finishing off my cleaning. For some reason, I didn't feel like disturbing her overmuch.

It was a whole few minutes later, when I was done with my shower and ready to dry off, that Spitfire finally sat up. I stepped away but left the showerhead running so she could clean herself. Spitfire accepted the silent offer graciously, not even saying anything for a second as she rinsed off the drying seed on her face and torso.

The silence quickly went from content to awkward for me. "So…"

Spitfire chuckled and ran her hands through her wet, fiery mane. "There goes the moment."

I shrugged pathetically. "You liked it, then?"

"Pffft, do I even need to say it?" Understanding broke through in those orange eyes of hers. "You're still kind of new at this, aren't you?"

She had me there. "I've… been kind of fucking for my damn life the past few days."

Spitfire quirked an eyebrow at me and said, "That explains a lot, actually. Not everything, but a lot."

Another awkward silence. I realized quite suddenly that my time with the Wonderbolts was at an end, and that I needed to make my way elsewhere. "Well… I hope things work out well for you, Spitfire," I said, stepping back. "See you around."

The captain turned to face me fully, an incredulous look on her face. "That's it? You give me the… the butt-fucking of my feathering life and then just walk out??"

For a moment, I regretted how far this had gone. This wasn't meant to form a connection. I was officially a heartbreaker now. I just threw up my hands, sighed, and said, "I wish it could be any other way." I paused to consider the faint static feeling along the back of my neck, a constant reminder that I had to keep being abnormal. "Maybe tomorrow I'll still be around and we can figure out something more long-term. But for now… I gotta keep moving."

Spitfire looked crestfallen, but understanding. "…Alright then. Hey, if you need any help…"

"Thanks," I replied, and walked out before I could try to recruit her. Last thing I needed was to have to explain this to yet another mare… despite how much I wanted to.

I passed by Soarin, a janitorial cart beside him as he got to wiping down the stained chairs we'd used with a damp, soapy rag. He gave me a quick, friendly salute as I walked by, and I returned it. I picked up the clothes I'd tossed into the locker room and went back into the central room to get the rest, and Moondancer and Trixie were waiting there with their own skimpy clothes back on.

Trixie beamed at me as I approached and said, "I knew you'd make a good dom."

Not sure how to feel about that, I replied, "Not a very comfortable dom… Not really suited to it."

"What's important is that you tried… and royally succeeded."

I chuckled and looked over to Moondancer while I put on my socks. "You feeling okay, Moondancer? We weren't too loud?"

The bookworm gave me a tired shake of her head in return. "No, it was fine. It was… good to kind of process everything by myself for a change. Really think about what's going on."

Naturally, I couldn't help but be curious. "And?"

With a sheepish look, Moondancer said, "Still processing. Sorry."

"Nah, that's okay." I finished tying my shoes and adjusted my shirt. My clothes still kind of smelled like the sex we'd been having, but at least the body beneath it had gotten a good scrubbing. "So… back out there and on to the next place."

"With one satisfied team of Wonderbolts off the list!" Trixie declared. Moondancer didn't say anything, but smiled a little bit.

We left the now quiet locker rooms better than the cacophonous state we'd found it in. That was something, at least. Though as we made our way back through the maze-like hallways of the authorized personnel offices, a thought occurred to me:

"We're going to have to make our way past Night Light and Twilight Velvet, aren't we?"

I was absolutely right.

The stadium plaza was chaos. White fluid flooded the right half of the area – whether it was cum or milk or a mixture of the two was anyone's guess. The throng of pony worshipers had possibly doubled, most of them naked and rubbing themselves up on the oversized sexual parts. A few spent-looking ponies were sitting at the feet of the central cum-stained statue, soaking in the puddles of ejaculate. Pegasus journalists were flying all around with cameras, grabbing snapshots of the action.

And as for Twilight's parents? Night Light was now BEHIND his wife, his supersized dick making an indent in that light purple belly – a belly that was now visible because it had been so filled with cum that it was shoving aside the car-sized breasts that had previously concealed it. Twilight Velvet's face could only barely be seen over her risen breasts and the throngs of ponies climbing up to rub up on those tits, and that face was the definition of 'fucked silly.'

Before I could spend another minute standing dumbstruck at this spectacle, a rather ragged Williwaw made his way over to me. "Pascal! There you are."

"Anything wrong?" I asked immediately. He looked worried.

But the flushed-looking guard shook his head. "No, it's just… It's been most of an hour, and they're still going at it. They allowed the spectators to join in, and then the stallion got the bright idea to…" He lost his nerve and gestured wildly. "Well just look!"

"I see it," I deadpanned.

Will groaned. "I called for backup, since I haven't seen Crosswind since he dove under the stallion's… Anyway." And indeed, I could see a few more royal guards hovering around. "But with all due respect, human – I've had enough."

"Well, let's get Crosswind out from under wherever and let's get going," I said.

"You first," Trixie quipped.

"No, human," Will muttered. "I mean I've had enough of being around you. I have nothing against what these people are doing, or even what you're doing, but…" His eyes got a little pleading. "I have a wife. I don't feel like I'm being faithful to her by doing this."

Damn, that was a problem. But we still needed drivers to get where we needed to go; this zone was interesting and all, but I wasn't keen on swapping bodily fluids with fifty other ponies all at once. This was a conundrum.

"What's going on here?"

We turned to see Spitfire walking out from the stadium gates, now dressed in her casual gear and sunglasses.

Her jaw dropped at the spectacle taking place in the plaza, but then the Normal kicked in and she just whistled. "Fucking feathers and tar. The groundskeepers better get a raise after today." She then looked between Williwaw and my group and said, "What's the deal with you and him, guard?"

Williwaw saluted. "Spitfire, ma'am. This human is under Lieutenant Rook's protective custody, which was delegated to myself and Crosswind. We've been guarding this… 'event' that the human arranged while he visited the stadium."

Spitfire suddenly became very intrigued, almost leering at me. "Is that so…?"

"But Crosswind is… occupied, and I have seen about as much sex as I can stomach without it involving my wife. So I'm in the process of requesting a duty transfer, and–"

"Hell, give 'im to me," Spitfire said all of a sudden.

'Oh no, not again!' I thought. "What?!" I said out loud.

"I'm Captain of the Wonderbolts, which is just a specialized arm of the E.U.P. Guard when you get right down to it. I technically outrank you, guardspony. So yeah, hand him off to me."

Williwaw saluted. "I'd be in your debt, Captain."

Trixie grinned, and didn't have to say anything. This little temporary harem was growing, and she knew how much that would bug me!

Moondancer, however, pointed out the question I wanted to point out. "Won't we need a second pegasus to pull the chariot?"

Spitfire looked over to the chariot in question, which had thankfully sustained minimal cum-staining. "Ahhh, got 'em playing chauffeur for ya, huh?" she asked, still grinning. "No offense to the royal guard training regimen, but I've hauled weather factory parts five times that size. I can fly that thing, no problem."

That was it, then. Spitfire was joining the Normal Pervert Squad. The Traveling Sex Inspectors. Whatever three-word title we'd come up with next. I held my head in despair.

"Thank you, Captain," Will declared. "I leave the human and his companions in your care."

"Will," I said quickly, pulling my head up. My eyes were lidded with resignation. "Take the rest of the day off. Go to your wife, wherever she is, and… I dunno, give her a magical night. You've earned it."

Williwaw's mouth fell open for a second, but he saluted at me and said, "I think I will, thank you." And he flapped his wings and took to the skies, getting as far away from here as he could.

Which left us with our new companion, one smug-ass Captain Spitfire.

"So!" she said, circling around us like a bird of prey. "Meeting with Celestia, 'protective' custody, arranging sex shows like this AND hypnotizing a third of my team?" She poked me in the chest and added, "Yeah, I'm not letting you out of my sight for a while."

"Oh, like you aren't after another ass-fucking," Trixie shot back, rolling her eyes.

Moondancer started laughing. When Trixie shot a questioning look her way, the student just said, "You're… you're doing the thing I was doing earlier, haha! Pointing out sexual motives…!"

Trixie looked momentarily flustered, but had the good humor to smile and accept the touché. Though it made me wonder what having two confident mares in the group would lead to.

Spitfire just shrugged at Trixie's jab. "Look, I'm not trying to be malicious or anything. You did me and my team a favor." Her grin widened. "But you kept a big secret from me, and now I want in. So I'll take you where you want to go, and then you're dishing the whole story. Capiche?"

I groaned, seeing no way out of another explanation and the inevitable moral arguments. "Capiche…"

"Good! Let's get going before something lands on us and all that showering goes to waste."

All in agreement on that front, we hurried over to the sky chariot, took out Crosswind's guard spear that he'd left there, and boarded. None too soon, as Night Light and Twilight Velvet started spraying cum and milk all over the plaza. (It only occurred to me later that Velvet hadn't been lactating before – all that simulation must have induced it.)

At the front of the chariot, Spitfire gripped the pull-bar and flapped her powerful wings, single-handedly pulling us forward and up into the air. The chariot's inherent magic did the rest, keeping our flight stable as we finally left the Canterlot cloud stadium.

"Well, that was fun!" Trixie said smugly. "Now, what were we talking about before? Oh, right… bucket lists."

And with that, she leapt to my side of the cabin and straddled my thighs. She was in a mood to fuck in a flying chariot, and despite having had so much sex in the past hour already… I wasn't in a mood to stop her this time.