Raven Inkwell, Celestia's most trusted personal aide, stared at us from across the conference room table.

We made for quite the picture, Trixie and I. Myself sitting at a sideways angle, resting one arm on the varnished wood, legs spread, pants down at my ankles. Trixie's head bobbing in my lap, only her horn and mane visible from where Raven sat.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were the faint sparkling of the magical doodad powering the ceiling fan above us, the sucking of Trixie's mouth, and the occasional too-pleased-with-herself moan deep within her throat. Trixie loved to flaunt, to show off. Even under my hypnotic suggestions. (Which, in retrospect, were all too welcome and hardly compulsions at all – they just gave her the focus to commit to the absurd levels of submission.)

Raven was outright stunned. Unable to speak or look away for... probably entire minutes. I was too busy enjoying myself to stop her or interrupt or even clear my throat. I just grinned at her the whole time.

Finally, finally, the business-attired earth pony mare cleared her throat. "W-Well then." She paused. She seemed to be waiting for us to stop. We didn't. She had no choice but to continue on. Raven cleared her throat again. "Ahem. Well... I suppose we should get all this paperwork out of the way so you can... get back to..." She pushed the rather tall stack of papers over to my side of the table while she looked away, blushing. "...whatever you were doing."

I straightened up my posture – carefully, so as not to interrupt Trixie's cocksucking – and leaned over the first page. There were a lot of fields. Many of them were filled in with small typewritten text – such as my name, date of birth, species, that sort of thing – but there was still plenty of blank white space.

"Thiiiiiis is going to take a while, isn't it?" I asked somewhat resignedly.

"Trust me, this is the streamlined version," Raven replied. She seemed glad to avoid talking about the elephant in the room, though she still wouldn't look straight at me. "Th-That said, I don't need you to fill in every box. We already have a lot of your essential information from, ah, Twilight's questions, back when you were in quarantine. This is... a bureaucratic step for you to signify that all of this information is correct, and fill in what we might have missing, so that we can send this information to the banks, post offices, etcetera."

I only caught a third of that. Trixie had decided in that moment to see if she could lick my balls while half my cock was still in her mouth. She got most of the way there, but mostly just stroked my underside with her broad pony tongue. "A-Ah, okay..."

Raven reached over and tapped the page with the feather of her quill. "I've already taken the liberty of highlighting what fields and signatures we still absolutely require. If you can fill all those in, verify the rest" – The mare raised a few fingers to her temple and narrowed her eyes a little. – "and don't get too distracted... then we should be done in ten, maybe fifteen minutes."

That was good enough for me. I put one hand on Trixie's mane to gently pet her and signal that she should slow down a bit. She slowly peeled off my cock, sucking hard to not leave behind any excess saliva, and left a smooch on my fat, pulsing tip. Trixie grinned naughtily and started giving me little licks, right beneath the head. Right where I was especially sensitive. My eye twitched, but I chuckled.

With my other hand, I took a pen (a regular one, thank goodness) and spotted the first streak of yellow highlight. All the other info was correct – all this first page needed was my signature. I scratched it on and passed the page over to Raven, who brought out a binder with color-coded dividers and put the document in its place. On to the next form.

The paperwork continued. As tedious as it was, there was a part of me that was kind of excited. Seeing the guts of Equestrian bureaucracy, becoming admitted as a functional citizen of this magical land with all the rights and privileges that entailed... Every scratch of the pen brought me one step closer to being accepted. I wouldn't have been surprised if even my magic was happy about that.

A few minutes of relative silence into the proceedings, Trixie got impatient and made a little whining sound in her throat, nuzzling my cock with her cheek. "Master... how much longer is this going to take?"

Raven's eyes widened. "'Master'??"

I swallowed but stayed calm. I smiled down at my pet Trixie and said, "Hey now, this is important. And we only have to do this once."

The aide across from me backed up by a couple of inches. "Why... is she calling you 'Master'...?" she asked in a rising tone of alarm.

I put up my hands peacefully. "It's just a game we're playing." I glanced aside and brought one hand to my mouth. "And... a meaningful test of my... more direct mental capabilities." I tried to wave her off. "No big deal. She asked for it; we're both adults."

Trixie knelt beside the table in such a way that her tits squished against the edge, her nipples peeking just over the top, while she gripped the table on either side of her breasts and grinned at Raven. "Exactly! Slave Trixie feels so relaxed. And I trust Master to take care of me! Could there be a more perfect union?"

I had to stifle a bit of a laugh at that. Trixie loved bragging to others way more than she liked being deferential to me. Maybe it was something about being valuable enough to be owned? The psychology of submission continued to baffle and fascinate me.

Raven, however, was not impressed. She held her hand over one eye of her glasses, and her brow was furrowed. She stayed like that for a few moments more after Trixie had finished speaking.

Oh boy, here we go, I thought. She's got a problem with this, but the Normal is pushing her towards a way to rationalize and accept what we're doing. Question is, where is she going to land?

"We all went to the same meeting, right?" Raven finally asked, still rubbing her temple. "About... you know."

I didn't recall it all that fondly. "I was passed out for half of it, but yeah."

Raven leaned back in her chair. "And you decided... it would be a good idea... to go around the castle... Celestia's castle..."

The oops hit me like a sucker-punch before she finished speaking.

"...with a naked mare crawling at your feet, calling you 'Master'?"

My mouth hung open to reply – nothing came out.

It had been a good idea up until now! Make Trixie happy, get to know my own fetishes better, test the limits my powers, get more practice before using them on the delicate subject that was Princess Celestia, satisfy Trixie's exhibitionism – win win win win win! A flawless idea!

Except for, y'know... that. That made it an extraordinarily bad idea.

Trixie pouted and meekly raised a hand. "Trixie could call Ma- Pascal something else? Like... Lord? K...Kiiiiiing...?"

Raven sighed, leaned forward, took off her glasses, and proceeded to a full double-handed facepalm. (Which had the nice side-effect of squeezing the fat white breasts beneath that dressy blouse together with her elbows, not that I snuck a glance or anything.) "How long ago?" I almost missed her asking. Raven lowered her hands and gave us a serious look. "How long since the first staff member saw you two like this?"

Trixie and I looked at each other, but it fell on me to answer. "Ummm... Er... Couldn't have been more than... twentyyy-five minutes ago?"

The royal aide tapped her fingers on the table, then glanced at the watch on her wrist. "Knowing the royal palace's rumor mill like I do... and based on Celestia's schedule today... Give or take a few minutes, some version of these events is reaching the Princess's ears right about... now."

I furrowed my brow and glared at Raven. "Okay, I get it, you don't have to exaggerate–"

The light streaming through a nearby window brightened for a split second, forcing me and Trixie to squint. It was so fast, I wanted to think I'd imagined it. Just like I was merely imagining the sixth sense that somewhere, somehow, Celestia was stifling an intense groan of existential anguish and frustration that still managed to ripple through the collective unconscious.

The room was silent for a moment, and then I said, "...No." I started shaking my head. "No no no..."

Trixie looked between me and Raven in bewilderment. "Did that just... Did the sun just..."

I nearly slammed my fist on the table. "There's no way the sun just randomly flares up whenever Celestia has an intense mood swing! That's bullshit!"

"You're right, that would be absurd," Raven replied with a flat look. "Even for a creature who is tied to the sun, the planet wouldn't survive if the brightness and temperature of the sun's rays were magically connected to her every whim and mood. It would have to be a rare circumstance indeed, some kind of 'final straw' type of situation..."

I let out a slow, long groan and lowered my forehead to the table.

Raven relaxed a little bit and chuckled at my reaction. "Don't worry. A little split-second flash like that isn't going to really affect anything. The vast majority of ponies will chalk it up to a trick of the eyes on a warm Spring day. But, I suppose that answers one of my questions about you. Everything you do is 'normal,' but I was still bothered because of something important."

I grunted into the varnished wood. "Mm-hmm."

Trixie tapped her fingers on the edge of the table. She pulled back so her nipples were no longer perched on the edge, bouncing naturally to their resting point on her chest. "We were just trying to have some sexy fun," Trixie mumbled with an adorable pout. "And now it's gotten all awkward and sad."

"Story of my fuckin' life dot tee-ex-tee..." I grumbled under my breath. I got up with a sigh and looked down at the stack of paperwork still remaining. "Will one of these be my last will and testament?"

Raven laughed, actually smiling at us now. Perhaps she was pleased to finally get some catharsis out of us. She took off her glasses and wiped at the corner of one of her big pony eyes. "I'm sure you'll be able to work it out with her eventually. We're all counting on you. But, I have to admit, it's nice to see that you aren't completely invulnerable to consequences."

"I'm sure," I muttered back, swinging my pen to and fro in my fingers. This was going to make tonight's therapy session very interesting, without a doubt. And possibly set our progress back five steps backward when I had hoped that we were at least one step forward. Fuuuuuuck...

I willed myself to calm down. Trying to rush things and work behind the scenes was how Twilight got me into the whole torches-and-pitchforks mess. My master/slave-play fetish was something Celestia and I were always going to have to contend with, and perhaps it was better to get it out in the open. In the long run. Just... I wished I could have picked the timing better.

There was a tapping on my knee, and I looked over and down to see Trixie pouting up at me with an honest-to-god 'cute puppy-dog eyes' expression.

"Master...?" Trixie asked pleadingly. "Can you order Slave Trixie to do something for you...?"

I smiled gently, nodded, and adjusted my seating posture back around so that I was sitting sideways to the table again. My dick was mostly soft but still completely exposed for playing. "Trixie. Get your Master hard, and then he could really use a nice, tight titfuck while he finishes all this paperwork, y'hear?"

Trixie practically beamed. "Yes, Master!" She leaned her head between my legs and nuzzled and licked and stroked my cock, coaxing a renewed erection out of me.

Raven chuckled again and shook her head slightly. "Whatever gets you through the day..."

After another 40 minutes or so, I was done. My name and vital information were on their way into a federal records system, not just Twilight's scientific notes. At some point I would be able to go to city hall and have a photo ID made. In a few days I would have a P.O. box in my name at the Ponyville post office, along with my semi-permanent mailing address at my office in the royal palace. They were also going to set up accounts at one bank in each town, so I could deposit and withdraw bits based on wherever I would end up spending most of my time.

I was on my way to becoming a citizen again, not just a drifter from another world. It was amazing how much of that you could take for granted.

I didn't do anything else perverted with Raven Inkwell before we left. She'd taken time out of her day to help me, after all. And after calling me out on my 'Master' bullshit, anything I could've done to her would've felt like a petty retaliation, which wouldn't have sat well with me. It was enough to have exposed her to Slave Trixie, even if it backfired a bit on us.

When we got back to my palace suite, I was exhausted and rather drained. And not just because she had managed to squeeze two loads onto her huge blue tits, licking up all of my now-safe-to-consume cum, and just generally being an irresistible sexual creature once she got back in her groove. No, now the rest of the day was stretching on ahead of me in my mind. There was the Beauty in Bloom fashion show to head towards in a few hours – to get the final verdict on how I probably fucked up Fashion Week... And then there was my second session with Celestia, which was now guaranteed to go a whole lot worse thanks to my hubris. I didn't feel ready for any of it.

I collapsed backwards on the bed, and Trixie bounced next to me soon after, laying beside me and cuddling her toned, fantastically curvy body against mine. "So, Master..." she purred, tracing a finger along the side of my face, "what do we do now?"

I was glad that Trixie was happier, but there were suddenly a lot of things on my mind. I glanced at the clock in the room. "Well... It's been about an hour since I put you into this state."

Trixie blinked and frowned. "You... want to put Slave Trixie back."

I scrunched my mouth into a pout, but I couldn't voice a denial.

Trixie inhaled deeply through her nostrils and let out a sigh.

Shrugging sheepishly, I said, "I kinda want to know how this has affected your mind. That was the whole point of this."

"I know, I know," Trixie replied quickly. She forced a bit of a smile down at me. Her fingers gently ran through my hair. "It's just... your slave wants to tell you: This is exactly what she wanted out of this. Every bit. Don't you ever doubt that."

I smiled back at her and sat up, guiding Trixie to lay down flat on the sheets instead. I crawled around and knelt behind her head so she was upside-down to me, so I wouldn't have to reach around her deliciously big blue boobs. I placed my hands on the sides of her head, twitching a little bit in anticipation. "Ready?"

Trixie nodded as my hands settled along her temples. "Slave Trixie is ready."

"Okay..." Now, how to word this? I'd put a pretty intense enchantment on her without any induction and I wasn't sure how the rules worked for this sort of thing. Surely it wasn't just as simple as saying it would happen the way I wanted, was it? "Trixie," I commanded, "all of the commands I gave you to put you into this state... One by one, that magic will leave you and return to me."

A bright blue glow appeared where my hands touched Trixie's skin, giving me a tingling, slightly buzzing feeling in my palms. Her eyes unfocused, staring straight up at the ceiling. So far, so good.

"Your time as my slave has ended, and all commands related to it are nullified for now. We may do this again some other time, but... Trixie Lulamoon, you are a free pony once more. Free to own your actions and thoughts. Free from my mastery over you. Back to your own normal, not mine."

The tingling feeling became a rush, a surge of blue magic flowing out of her body and into my arms, into my chest. It finished in a few intense seconds, and I pulled my arms back, staring at my hands and turning them from one side to another. I wasn't sure if I'd ever, ever get used to seeing and feeling the magic I possessed.

Trixie's eyelids had closed while I spoke, and she laid there for a few moments, just breathing quietly. Then she groaned and raised a hand to rub her temple. "Nnnngh..."

I slightly panicked. "T-Trixie? You okay?"

The unicorn mare nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Mmhmm... Just... Bit of a headache..." I put a fist to my mouth in worry, biting on a knuckle. Without even opening her eyes, Trixie grumbled, "Oh, stop fretting. I'll be fine." She slowly sat up, moving to the edge of the bed and blinking her bleary eyes open, still rubbing her forehead.

I scooted down next to her, watching her face for any more clues or signs of harm. "What are you feeling?" I asked a little urgently.

Trixie frowned and thought about it for a few seconds. "I feel... like I've been concentrating very hard for the last hour. Without even realizing it! It felt so natural, but..." She rubbed at the base of her horn. "Mmng... It apparently took all of my focus."

This was very important data. A very important difference between Spitfire's and Trixie's experiences. An important lesson about how my powers worked. And I had an inkling as to the reason why.

"Spitfire didn't mention it feeling like this," Trixie groaned.

"It didn't; she was relaxed," I answered, staring off into space while my brain processed all this. "Because I gave her an induction. An actual hypnotic induction – even the magical part was handled slowly. With you, I just–" I snapped my fingers. "–turned it on. Brute-forced it."

Trixie leaned forward, her buoyant breasts pressing against her lap. "It certainly worked!"

"Well, yeah. You were willing... You had an idea of what you wanted my commands to mean... And you certainly had the energy and drive to give it your all." I let out a heavy sigh. I idly tapped my knuckles of my clenched hand against the bed. "But like Rainbow Dash... you were putting on a very intense act."

"Wait, Rainbow?" Trixie asked, her groggy mood lifting quickly, replaced by amusement. "You did this to HER? I knew you did something to her, but..."

I waved my hand dismissively. "Not this specifically. Although... it's pretty close, actually. I told her 'For the duration of this party, you're going to be my penitent servant and fluffer' and 'You're just as obsessed with my cock and balls as I am with big breasts.'"

Trixie burst out laughing, cackling and slapping the side of her thigh. "Oh sweet Luna, you didn't!"

I shrugged bashfully. "And it seemed to work. But when I asked her about it later, she called what she was doing 'method acting.' Channeling her obsession with other things to put on a very convincing act of obsessed for my dick."

The blue unicorn sputtered into even louder laughter. Her legs kicked rapidly against the foot of the bed. She had to cover her face with her hands to avoid blowing out my eardrums.

I could only nod. "That's when I learned that I can't really control minds like... y'know, you'd expect. I'm limited by, well, the actual limitations of the mind. People can't delete memories so easily. People can't make themselves feel something they can't imagine. I don't force people to change – I force people to force themselves to change. Which is a slight distinction, but important."

Trixie finally managed to calm down a bit while I mused aloud, wiping her eyes and still giggling every so often. "You have no idea how much I needed that. But I think I understand. You gave me the commands I needed to really focus on it, but it was me doing all the work." She stood up, her curves jiggling as she did so, while she held her head. "Speaking of, I think I saw some mild painkillers in the bathroom cabinet. I'll be right back."

As she walked away, a strange and horrifying thought struck me. Ponies didn't act exactly the way I imagined because, like Trixie said, they were doing all the work. If I wanted them to act exactly the way I wanted, I'd have to... have a piece of myself inside them, overriding their free will with my own, basically remote-piloting a part of their very brain. It wouldn't be meaningful; they'd just be a puppet, parroting my own thoughts back at me in someone else's voice. Deep down, what I wanted out of my mind-control fetish was to create a real, organic change in thought and personality (that favored me), not just knock out someone's brain and replace it with one of my own making.

But could my powers even do that? Turn somepony into an actual mind-controlled puppet by planting a piece of my will inside them? I could certainly place powerful enchantments that guided thoughts to an extreme degree, but even then, up to this point I hadn't... gone that far. I thought about whether it was possible, and my gut said... probably. And then my libido chimed in to say that it could be kinda hot.

I wasn't really free of the Paragon/Renegade choice, was I?

Trixie came back from the bathroom, finishing off a cup of water. "Ahh... Okay, but Spitfire said you were able to make her feel things that weren't possible. But you just said you can't. Not to mention, I saw you hypnotize six Wonderbolts and make them cum hands-free at the same time." She put her cup down on the end table and pointed at me. "Which, by the way, is still the hottest fucking thing and we're going to find a way to do that again sometime. But... what's the difference?"

"Well... I think you just answered it," I pointed out. "My power by itself just browbeats people into submission. But combine that power, that sheer force, with the natural power of hypnosis... and the ways it can unlock the mind's potential..."

It dawned in Trixie's eyes, and she nodded. She walked back over to the edge of the bed and sat next to me. "So, say, if you found some way to rapidly hypnotize someone with your power, you really could do anything to them." She held out her hand and her horn glowed. A multicolored spiral of firework sparks spun above her palm in an eye-catching fashion. Too flashy to be of any hypnotic use, but the point got across.

I looked down at my hand, opened my palm, and imagined conjuring a hypnotic spiral in the air. I clenched my hand and concentrated, but it wouldn't come. Maybe I had to summon it with some spoken words? But my only test subject was Trixie, and she deserved a rest.

Trixie chuckled, dismissed her tiny fireworks show, and leaned against my shoulder. "We're learning so much about your abilities. It's exciting!"

"Yeah..." I said neutrally. "Hopefully this'll all be useful for Celestia."

"And many other things!" Trixie chirped. When I gave her a look, she said, "At some point, Celestia's going to get better, right? Or at least she's not going to be your only client. And I'm not going to be your only slave...!"

She definitely knew how to push my buttons and get a blush outta me, that was for sure.

Trixie's wicked grin was infectious as she pressed into me, her breasts swallowing up my upper arm and part of my torso as she leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek with her full lips. "No matter what happens, no matter what the Princesses think, you're always going to be my Master. You've tamed me. You own me. And I love it so, so much. You've taken this villainous bitch and shown her her place."

I winced a little. "Trixie–"

"It's how I feel," Trixie insisted firmly. "I want to be punished. I want to be remade. I want to be owned and trained into something better. I want to be useful for somebody." She leaned her full weight against me and stroked my chest through my shirt. "And you've done allllll of that...! All for me...!"

I relented and smiled back, nuzzling my forehead against hers. "Happy to help, Trixie." Even if it was a little fucked-up.

Trixie gave me a quick kiss on the lips and pulled back, grinning, her eyes glancing at the clock on the wall. "How long until we have to go to that fashion show?"

"A few hours still..."

The unicorn's horn glowed, and my clothes forced their way off my body rapidly before she gave me a quick shove onto the bed. The naked, curvy mare straddled my stomach, her tail swishing and brushing over my genitals. "Well then... Why don't we see how well you can please your Mistress?"

I had no objections.