Twilight awoke to find herself strapped to a chair by leather plaits. Applejack was next to her, in the same situation, though she’d been awake for longer, judging by the fact that she was already struggling and attempting to escape her restraints. She groaned, jerking her arms about, and tried to lean over to gnaw at the bonds, but there was one around her waist that kept her teeth from reaching near her wrist.

Defeated, she gave up and slumped in the chair. She noticed Applejack was awake.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Twilight said back. “Where are we?” The room was a tad on the darker side, and devoid of features or decorations. Just an empty square room.

A projection appeared on the screen with a click, showing multiple film scenes, all with common elements of thick-lipped women in low-cut evening dresses posing seductively and blowing kisses to the camera, or depicting young men being approached by women who gave off an overpowering sexual aura that they couldn’t do anything but submit to, engaging the women in passionate make-out sessions, the women’s thick lips practically smothering their own.

Applejack groaned in disgust, and Twilight saw what the Dazzlings were trying to do. Not so subtle subliminal messaging, conditioning them to like the idea of kisses through sheer exposure.

Twilight wiggled her wrist and discovered that the restraint there was loose. With a little wiggling, she was able to pull her arm out. She wiggled her fingers, unable to believe what a stroke of luck she had.

Not wasting any time, Twilight pulled her other arm free, then undid the rest of her restraints. Escaping the chair, she did the same for Applejack.

“Nice going, Twi,” Applejack said. “How did you pull that off?”

“I don’t know,” Twilight said. “I tried to get my arm out and it just … slid out.”

“It just slid out?” Applejack asked. “That doesn’t seem right. The Dazz-” a groan interrupted her, the Dazzlings’ geas causing her pain when she tried to use their real names. “Those teachers have been way too careful to let something like that happen.”

“Come on,” Twilight said. “We shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Let’s get out of here.”

“How do we do that?”

Twilight scanned the room. The light, however faint and dim, from the film screens revealed a lodge of mahogany in the brown and beige room that Twilight expected would be a door.

“Through there. Hurry.”

Applejack followed Twilight through the door, which led to a dark, empty staircase with old, worn hand rails. Going up the staircase brought them to another door, and through that door was the hallway of the school, where the lights were all turned down, but it was still possible to see. Barely.

“We’re out,” Applejack said. “I can’t believe it. All that, we’re out? Just like that?”

“We’re not safe,” Twilight said. “Keep moving.”

They made their way down the corridor and heard footsteps.

“Hide!” Twilight shouted.

“Where?”

Twilight found an office door. She tried it and found it it was unlocked. Sighing with relief, she brought Applejack inside and they went to hide under the desk.

They both sighed.

Then their hearts stopped when they heard the door open.

“I’m telling you, I saw them,” Adagio Dazzle’s voice said.

“Are you sure you weren’t imagining it?” Aria said.

“Why would I imagine that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the fact that we’ve pretty much won has you on edge and paranoid about anything that threaten our total dominion of the school, however unlikely?”

“That’s not a bad hypothesis,” Adagio answered. Twilight and Applejack saw her legs first as Adagio walked over to the desk and pulled out the wheeled chair to sit down.

Of course. They were in Adagio’s office. Their lucky streak had to end somewhere. Twilight just wished it wouldn’t have ended after they had got out of the school safely.

Adagio pulled the chair up to the desk, and though Twilight and Applejack tried to shrink as far back as they could, Adagio’s knees scraped against their chest.

“Oh.” Adagio looked under the desk. She grabbed Twilight and Applejack by their shirts and hauled them out like trash bags on garbage day. “Look what I found.”

“You were right,” Aria said.

“As I always am,” Adagio said. She threw Applejack and Twilight down on the desk. They tried to get up and run away, but all Adagio had to do was press her hands to their rib cages to pin them. Her arms were like iron girders – there was no getting out once she had a grip.

“Naughty girls, trying to escape your reprogramming,” Adagio said. “I think that deserves some sort of punishment, don’t you, Aria?”

“I think it does,” Aria pulled at the cleavage window in her dress, prying it open until her thick, dark nipples were out. “And I know just the thing.”

She went over to Twilight and leaned over, pressing her nipple into Twilight’s mouth. Twilight was powerless to keep the milk that dripped out from seeping in, pouring it down her throat. She could feel her grasp of English … not slip away so much as distort. Like it had always been her heritage tongue, but now it was her second language and she could see all the inconsistencies, all the bizarre and arbitrary rules, how inelegant and clunky it was. Not like Mistress Aria’s beautiful German, which, while based in the throat, had several practical rules and easily allowed the formation of new compound words to express ideas.

Twilight glanced over and saw Rarity doing the same thing to Applejack as Aria was doing to her, with Rainbow Dash resting her elbows on the desk, watching them like a cat, waiting for her turn to play. Twilight wondered why she hadn’t seen them come in.

“Mm!” Aria pulled away, and Twilight gasped for air, milk splashing and spilling over from her lips.

“That was satisfying,” Aria said. “But I think I’ve had my fill. Why don’t you give her a go, Adagio?”

Twilight tried to get up again, but Adagio grabbed her chin and turned her head, pressing her cheek against the table.

“No, no,” Adagio said, wagging an admonishing finger. “We’re not quite done yet.”

Adagio leaned down, pressing her nipple into Twilight’s ear. Twilight could feel the weight as Adagio’s heavy boob pressed up against the side of her head. The gorgeous tit was at least twice as big as her head.

Wait, gorgeous? Twilight thought, realizing this choice of wording meant she was succumbing. Before she could worry about it, Adagio’s nipple squirted, the milk going straight into Twilight’s ear, and, Twilight felt, into her brain, getting her mind all wet and soggy as Adagio drenched it in her breast milk.

Twilight moaned. Her cunt winked and leaked. Her nipples tingled, threatening to burst and spray milk of their all over the desk and the inside of her shirt. She bucked and thrashed under Adagio’s grip like a fish crudely and thoughtlessly tossed onto the dry part of an empty boat, and gradually, her vision turned white. The milk seeped into her eyes, dripping down her eyes like rain on a windscreen. Eventually, her whole vision was covered in a milky white blankness, and she passed out.

Twilight awoke again, feeling a little more groggy this time. She struggled to figured out where she was, until she heard the familiar sounds of Applejack struggling against the chair. She looked over and saw she was in the same room, in the same position, that she first woke up in.

Not sure if she was in some kind of time loop, or if the Dazzlings just got a kick over throwing her and Applejack into the same dungeon over and over again, Twilight tested whether or not she could get her arm free of the restraint like she could before.

She did.

From there, everything played out more or less the same. Knowing she could escape, she actually got Applejack out of her chair before the screen projections turned on, and brought Applejack up the stairs, right to the path where they had been previously.

“Where to, Twilight?” Applejack asked once they were to the top of the stairs.

They were caught last time when they went to the left, so Twilight naturally brought Applejack to the right.

“Wait ...” Applejack said. “Isn’t the school entrance that way?”

“Yes, but so is Miss Dagi,” Twilight said. “It’s a maze, Applejack. We’re going to have to go around until we could figure out how to escape. It might take a few tries, but trust me when I say we’ll get it right.”

“Uh … I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Twi, but sure, I trust you. Always have.”

Twilight smiled. And she gave a thanks to whatever deity or spirit saw fit to give her this new time rewind – this perptual second chance. Though she also wondered why they hadn’t seen fit to give her this blessing earlier, like before she and her entire team were captured by the Dazzlings and their minions.

Should follow my own advice, Twilight thought. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

They went down the left hallway, and things seemed to be going okay for awhile, until a door opened from the wall and Sunset Shimmer stepped out, dressed in all her usual latex glory.

“My, my, what have we here?” Sunset asked. “Why, it looks like two stubborn women trying to fight the hand of fate. Or lips, I guess.” She pursed her lips and gave them a sultry pop before chuckling at herself.

“Out of the way, Sunset Shimmer!” Applejack put her fists up.

“Let me think about that. No.”

Sunset walked over to them, the click of her heels echoing through the hall.

Twilight and Applejack got ready for action, but Sunset closed the distance between them remarkably fast. She grabbed Twilight by the shirt and lifted her up with ease, and Twilight could so much power behind Sunset’s arm.

“Let her go!” Applejack shouted, banging on Sunset’s things like a gorilla beating against its cage.

Sunset rolled her eyes as if she was mildly exacerbated by a persistence mosquito. She reached her free hand down under her skirt, rooted around for a bit, then pulled out two fingers wet with a syrupy, gloppy cum.

“Applejack, look out!”

Twilight’s warning was useless, as Sunset shoved her fingers into Applejack’s mouth before Applejack could react.

Applejack swallowed involuntarily, as if possessed, a lump going down her throat. Sunset pulled her fingers out and Applejack stumbled away, clutching at her stomach, trying to resist the feelings of pleasure and obedience the cum invoked in her.

“Now for you,” Sunset said, turning her attention to Twilight with a half-lidded seductive glare.

Twilight swung her limbs around wildly, without aim or purpose, simply seeking to do whatever she could. Her fist hit the side of Sunset’s boob, and she was surprised by how soft it felt on her knuckles.

“Oh,” Twilight let escape from her mouth.

Sunset chuckled. “You like that? Soft, aren’t they?” She brought her hand over Twilight’s and massaged it until Twilight’s fingers relaxed for Sunset to pry them open and place them on the boob. “You want to play with them?”

“Don’t … don’t do it, Twilight,” Applejack protested, lurching and stumbling towards Sunset in some vain attempt to fight her again.

Sunset, annoyed at Applejack’s persistence, reached into her skirt and fetched another serving of cum that she jammed into Applejack’s mouth. Applejack’s eyes widened and she dropped to the floor, shivering with pleasure.

Twilight gave in. She knew she shouldn’t, that this was the last thing she wanted to do. But after getting a brush, a hint of it, her fingers demanded the sensory pleasure of feeling the softness and tenderness of Sunset’s breasts.

Twilight cupped Sunset’s boobs and tried to bounce them up and down, but they proved so heavy she couldn’t lift them. Sunset lent a hand and gave Twilight a boost, bouncing her own tit to give Twilight a head-start on the jiggling.

Twilight got starry-eyed at the display as Sunset’s breasts put on a show for her, like a pendulum set in motion. She cupped the front of Sunset’s boobs and gave them a squeeze, and she continued to be amazed and entranced at their softness.

Sunset flashed a smile before launching into a deep kiss while Twilight was distracted by her boobs.

Twilight went stiff. Sunset’s lips fit to hers so perfectly, like a key that had been lost for years finally finding its way back to the lock it belonged to. Pleasure seeped into her mouth from Sunset’s kiss like Sunset was pouring aphrodisiac into her throat. Her cunt felt like it was filling up with jelly as an orgasm loomed over her body.

Twilight moaned, her snatch contracting wildly. She knew what would happen when she came – she would be Sunset’s. So she tried to hold it by crossing her legs together, but it was like a flood building behind a door; there was only so much she could do to delay.

The kiss worked its magic, and Twilight’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was made to squirt forcefully.

Twilight woke up, abruptly finding herself back in the basement, with the usual restraints. By now, she had the routine down pretty pat. Escape from her chair, get Applejack out of hers, get congratulated by Applejack, make their way upstairs just as the film screens were turning on and make it to the main hallway.

“Where to now, Twi?” Applejack asked.

Twilight thought about it for a second. Going to the right had led them straight to Adagio Dazzle. Going left bumped them into Sunset Shimmer.

She took a step forward and made to go left before catching herself. What was she doing? She knew that wasn’t the right way. She knew there was a trap there for them.

She wanted to, though, Twilight realized. She wanted to feel Sunset’s soft and heavy boobs, her thick, wet lips, the feeling of having a huge orgasm build up irresistibly inside her thighs …

“Twilight?” Applejack asked, seeing Twilight stopped. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Twilight shook her head. Now was not the time to play the zombie infectee in the horror movie who tries to keep the others from worrying only to become a danger.

“No, no, I’m not fine, Applejack. I seem to be in a time loop, that I’m somehow being given a chance to do things over and over again until I get ‘right’. At least, that’s my working theory”

“Oh, like that movie,” Applejack nodded.

“Going that way, we get ambushed by Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze. Going that way we get stopped by Sunset and I … I wanted to go that way, Applejack. I wanted to let Sunset … take me.” Twilight crossed her arms, feeling like there was a sudden cold breeze in the room.

“Oh, Twilight.” Applejack patted Twilight on the shoulder. “I understand. That’s how they get ya, Twilight. We know that. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Although, I wonder why whoever’s doing this to you waited just now to do it. They couldn’t have done that earlier?”

“I know, right?”

“So that leads to Adagio and that leads to Sunset, I guess we have no choice but to go this way,” Applejack gestured at the third path in front of them, directly across from the door.

They made their way down that hallway. For a while, it seemed like this was going to be the hallway that did it – their lucky trick. Until Sonata Dusk and Fluttershy stepped out from around the corner just as they were getting to the end of the hall, their dresses trailing behind them.

Applejack instinctively threw herself in front of Twilight.

“Mistress, look,” Fluttershy said. “Escapees.”

“Mm, are they, though?” Sonata asked. “Adagio told me she took care of you two already ...”

Applejack and Twilight looked at each other, confirming with their eyes they both thought of the same idea.

“Yes, that’s right, Mistress,” Applejack said. “Mistress Adagio and Sunset already took care of us. We were just on our way to get our new dresses.”

“I can’t wait to show off my cleavage for Mistress Sunset!” Twilight said, trying to sell the deception, though she was horrified to realize a part of her wanted it to be true.

“All right. Carry on,” Sonata said.

Twilight and Applejack walked past Sonata and Fluttershy, the latter of whom kept a suspicious eye on them while Sonata looked up at the ceiling, distracted by some flight of fancy or another in her imagination.

Twilight and Applejack continued going on their way, tense and not able to believe their luck.

“Wait a minute,” Sonata said. “If you are under our control, why don’t you have any accents?”

Twilight and Applejack’s response to this was, understandably, to book and make a run for it. But it was no good, as all Sonata and Fluttershy had to do were blow a few kisses that struck right on the back of their necks like angry wasps after their target, and their fell to their knees, their minds becoming a haze of a vague, undefined but still obviously sexual pleasure.

They couldn’t get themselves to move, to bring their themselves up from off the ground as they heard the shuffling of Sonata and Fluttershy’s dresses.

Sonata took Twilight, standing behind Twilight and cupping Twilight’s chin, tilting Twilight’s head back to make Twilight look up at her. Sonata grinned, and Twilight couldn’t say no as Sonata’s puckered-up lips came down for the finishing kiss, like a slow guillotine on the chopping block.

Twilight felt her snatch wink and squirt a little before waking up again. But this time was different.

She was alone. Applejack wasn’t there. Neither was the chair she sat in. And when she tried to pull her arm free of the restraint, this time the restraint held.

“Hello?” Twilight asked, her voice echoing in the empty, lonely basement. “Is anybody there?”

She heard a door opening, and footsteps thudding down the stairs quite angrily.

Adagio, Sonata, Aria, and Sunset all came into the room. They surrounded Twilight, crossing their arms and looking very cross with her.

“You are a very stubborn little lady, you know that?” Adagio asked.

“We tried to help you out, but you just can’t take a hint,” Sonata said.

“So we’re going to skip the subterfuge,” Aria said.

“Sunset, would do you the honors?” Adagio asked.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Sunset replied. She unfastened Twilight’s restraints. Twilight tried to take a swing at her, but all Sunset had to do was press a finger to Twilight’s forehead, and Twilight felt compliant.

“Sit,” Sunset ordered. “On your knees.”

Twilight obeyed. She tried to think of a way out of this. She tried to thick at all, but it was like someone had gummed up her brain with lime jello. All her thoughts were slow and hard to finish, like being assembled off a factory line that had long fallen into disrepair.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth. Open it wide.” Sunset ordered, and Twilight opened her mouth wide and tilted her head back like a receptacle ready for delivery.

The four Dazzlings surrounded her in a square, pulling their skirts either up or down depending on their style, and pressed their fingers to their vaginas.

Twilight couldn’t even wince, knowing what was about to happen.

The Dazzlings squirted all at once, their juices flowing like waterfalls from their thighs into Twilight’s mouth.

Twilight moaned and panted as the delicious fluid washed over her tongue, carrying with it whispers into her mind of commands to be a submissive slut in foreign languages that she didn’t used to know, but now understood on an intimately level. Some of it overflowed and dripped down her chin.

Twilight started to shake and shiver, her cunt winking and twitching, ready to blow and squirt almost as much out as the Dazzlings were pouring in. It felt so good, so intense. She felt like she was losing weight. She felt like even her orgasm was having an orgasm, such was the sexual stimulation that she felt.

The Dazzlings’ finished their spurts, and Twilight sat uselessly on the floor, limp as a pile of wet noodles.

Sunset got on one knee and cupped Twilight’s chin, giving poor, brain-dead Twilight the guidance she needed to look her new mistress in the eyes.

“Are you ready to obey, Twilight?” Sunset asked, her tone as sweet as a loving mother’s.

“Sí,” Twilight answered. “I am … ready to obey.”

“Good.”

Sunset leaned in, giving Twilight a kiss on the forehead. Twilight moaned and flopped over onto her side, overwhelmed and her body forcefully shutting down into sleep rather than try to deal with being made to cum twice in such a short span of time.

Twilight woke up again. She bolted upright. She didn’t think she could stand any more of this torture.

Then she realized she had bolted upright. She wasn’t bound anymore. She wasn’t tied to the chair. She wasn’t in the basement. Heck, she wasn’t even in the school anymore.

She was back at her home, inside of her room, tucked under the covers as if everything else had just been a bad dream.

“Hello?” Twilight called, hoping to get confirmation. She looked at her arm. Sticking with her scientific background, she put herself through the most rigorous of tests for determining one’s state of reality and gave herself a pinch. She let out a yowch and waved her arm away, having done it a bit too hard.

“Not dreaming,” Twilight said. “But then what?”

She got out of bed and made her way down the stairs. Something was off. She could feel it in the air, like the natural instincts of a fish able to sense danger coming in the water.

Twilight saw what was wrong on the shelves. All of the photos they had up of her family were altered. Instead of their usual dresses, they all wore the same tight, light blue latex dress that Adagio Dazzle wore in glamored state. It looked especially unflattering on her father and on her brother, as nothing had been done to the dress to tailor it to a male physique.

Overcome with disbelief, Twilight reached out to touch a photo to make sure it was real. How could this be happening?

She heard a clinking of silverware and laughter coming from the kitchen. She managed to break her attention away from the photo and make her way into the kitchen where her mother and her brother, both in that blasted dress, was having tea with Adagio Dazzle, who was laughing at something Twilight’s mother had just said.

“Mom?” Twilight asked. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, Twilight! Hello, dear. I was just having a conversation with your French teacher, Miss Dagi,” Twilight’s mother replied. “She said she came here to talk to you, but I told you were sleeping, and then one thing led to another, and well, here we are! Come, come, sit down. Join us!” She patted an empty chair.

“Yes, Twilight,” Adagio said with a smirk. “Come join your mom and me for some tea.”

“You!” Twilight clenched her fists, rage boiling over. She ran up to the table and slammed her hands on it. “What did you do to them!?”

“Geez, Twiley, calm down,” Shining Armor said. “That’s no way to talk to your teacher.”

“And it’s certainly not any way to talk to a guest in our home,” her mother added. She turned to Adagio. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into her, she’s not usually like this.” She kept her gaze on Twilight, huffing and fuming.

“It’s fine,” Adagio waved her hand in dismissal. “As a matter of a fact, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea what’s bugging her. Would you excuse us for a moment? I think Twilight would be more talkative in a private conversation.”

“Of course.” Her mother nodded towards Shining, and they left the table.

“What do you do?” Twilight asked through gritted teeth.

“You’re a smart one, Twilight,” Adagio said. “You can figure it out. Why don’t you tell me?”

Twilight looked at the table, silverware and dishes strewn about on the pure-white tablecloth. Including a butter knife for tea cake.

“I have a better idea.” Twilight grabbed the knife and charged at Adagio, aiming straight for her heart, though a part of her imagined that Adagio’s huge boobs would be too thick and catch the knife and stop it cold.

Adagio caught Twilight’s wrist, reacting with all the speed of a striking viper, and twisted her arm until Twilight had no choice but to drop the knife.

“You had to have known that wasn’t going to work,” Adagio said. “You’re not a fighter, Twilight, you’re a thinker. So think for me.”

Twilight glared as Adagio let go of her arm. Once a few minutes had passed and Adagio hadn’t made any moves to kiss, Twilight reluctantly accepted the premise that Adagio wasn’t going to attack her right away and began to pace back and forth as she pondered the possibilities.

“I woke up in the school basement,” Twilight said. “I kept waking up in the school basement and trying to escape with Applejack. After … Sunset caught me. On the clock tower. I kept running into you, or Sunset, or Aria or whoever, and I would wake back up in the basement each time, until this time, when I woke up … here. That’s it. You put me in some kind of … virtual reality, didn’t you? This isn’t real. This is just part of some kind of brain machine that you’re using to try and subdue me and brainwash me! Which means none of this is real! It’s just another layer of your trick, isn’t it?”

“Twilight,” Adagio said, her voice soft and calm, “we already let you out of the machine.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We … let you … out … of the machine,” Adagio answered, moving her lips and pronouncing her words with an exaggerated slowness so Twilight could process them. “You’re right. We did have you in a machine. We were trying to use it to brainwash you. That’s why you kept waking up in the basement. To reinforce into your mind that no matter what you did, no matter what action you took, what direction you went, eventually … we would get you, so that you woke up in the real world, you would be more accepting of your eventual fate.”

Adagio let out a loving sigh, as if she was being interrupted by a pleasant memory.

“But eventually, Sunset Shimmer persuaded us it would be better to let you go. Said she wanted to let you come to us. I thought she was crazy at first, of course, or that maybe the old her was breaking through somehow, but eventually, I realized she was right. That was the perfect thing to do. Because what could be more cruel, more rewarding, than letting you get a taste of freedom that you can’t do anything with?”

“What does that mean?” Twilight asked.

“I mean, you’re free,” Adagio said. “Free to go where you will, and free to do as you wish. Just be aware that others may have an objection, and if you’re going to try and find people to rally to your cause ...” she chuckled. “You won’t find them here. Everyone else in the town is completely and totally under our control.”

Adagio stood up, her breasts jiggling like they were pleased with themselves.

“You’re alone,” Adagio said. “Free, but alone. Now have a good day, mon étudiant.”

Adagio blew a kiss and Twilight braced for an impact, but nothing came out of it. Adagio left, closing the door silently, without any theatrics or dramatics of any kind.

Twilight stood there, trying to process this. She was back in the real world. Or was she? Maybe she was still in the machine, and Adagio had just told her that to keep her from trying to escape.

Twilight pinched herself again and didn’t wake up. She looked at the door where Adagio had left.

“Twiley?” Shining Armor asked, coming back down the stairs. “Where’d your teacher go?”

“I hope you didn’t offend her into leaving,” her mother said.

“No, Mom,” Twilight said. “I didn’t offend her, she just … said what she came here to say.”

Twilight remained in place, staring at the door. Staring at the exit her enemy had left through.

Everyone? Everyone but her?

She looked again at her family, all dressed up exactly like Adagio. All the pictures of them in the same dress, as if they had been that way forever.

“Twiley?” Shining Armor asked. “Is something wrong?”

Twilight sighed. “Yes … but I don’t think there’s anything you can do to fix it. I’m sorry. I need to go take a walk.” Some fresh air might help clear her head and reveal the solution to her many problems.

She went out the door. Shining and her mother went back to their tea.

Twilight went down the street. Everybody she passed was in the same dress – latex, light blue, hugging their bodies, pushing up their cleavage for women or emphasizing their abs for the guys. Flags of foreign nations adorned the houses on her street, hanging from the windows like the victorious tapestries of a conquering nation. People passed by her and carried on conversations in French, never seeming to notice or care that she wasn’t in the same dress. That she wasn’t one of them.

“Huh,” Twilight sighed as another women passed her. “I guess that’s it, then. They won. The Dazzlings … won.” She closed her eyes, bowing her head towards the ground as a tear fell from her face, overwhelmed with grief and stricken with guilt over her inability to stop this. Nothing was left.

“Wait,” she said to herself, having an idea.

There was one thing left she hadn’t tried.

The portal.

The portal to Equestria. She could go through it. She could find recruitments. She could get allies. Powerful allies, ones who were experienced in the ways of magic and would know exactly how to fight back against the spread of the Dazzlings’ ever-encroaching spell.

Hope renewed by this insight, Twilight sprinted to the school.

The statue was still there. It looked untouched. Adagio either didn’t realize its nature, or didn’t think it was worth bothering with.

Twilight made her way to the side where the portal lay, and what she saw next filled her with despair all over again.

“No. No, no!”

The rest of the statue was untouched, but the side of the base with the portal – the only side that actually mattered – was obstructed by an enormous block of pure-black stone, preventing entry, denying access to anyone who tried to get in or out.

“No, no.” Twilight banged her head against the stone, and her fists, which were equally useless.

“It’s not fair,” Twilight muttered half-heartedly. She continued to pound at the stone, even though she knew it was useless. Her tiny fists would never be able to make so much as a dent in rock this hard and sturdy.

“Whoa, whoa! Stop, ma chérie!” Sunset said, coming up behind her. She grabbed Twilight’s wrists and pulled her away from the block. “That’s solid granite! You’ll break your wrists doing that!”

Twilight huffed and yanked her arms out of Sunset’s grip. “Whatever. I don’t care.”

“You’re so upset, chérie,” Sunset said.

“Stop calling me that.”

Sunset drew herself down to her knees, pretending like she was a teacher. “Come now, belle, a beautiful flower like yourself shouldn’t cry. It stains your natural beauty to have ugly tears like that. Now, tell me, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Twilight said. “What’s wrong is that all my friends are mind-controlled, including you, and I’m the only one left who can fix it and I can’t!” She clutched her head. “I … I can’t do this by myself. I need my friends. I’m smart, but that’s it. I’m not cool like the other Twilight. I’m not a princess. I’m not even a unicorn! I need Applejack’s muscles. I need Rainbow Dash’s bravery. I need Fluttershy’s kindness and Rarity’s ability to read people.”

Twilight sank to her knees.

“I need my friends.”

Sunset looked on at her with concern, clearly wanting to do something for her, but unable to figure out what.

“But Twilight, don’t you have your friends?” Sunset asked, her accent thick like it was mocking Twilight and rubbing her loss into her nose, even though Sunset’s words and her voice held nothing but kindness. “Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy and the rest, they’re all around. Can’t you talk to them?”

“You don’t get it,” Twilight said. “How could you? You can’t. You’re one of them now.”

“One of who?”

“The Dazzlings,” Twilight replied, glaring at Sunset.

Sunset shrugged like she didn’t know what Twilight was talking about.

“I need to think,” Twilight said, wrapping her hands around her head. “I’m good at that, at least. I’m good at thinking. Come on. Think, think.” She tapped her forehead with her index fingers, as if the drumming might reveal something.

Sunset was completely under the Dazzlings’ thrall now, yes, but she seemed willing to help. Then again, the last time Twilight accepted help from her didn’t go so well. But what else was there for the Dazzlings to do other than kiss Twilight and make her one of their minions? Yet, they didn’t, because they were so confident that their victory was assured.

“Say, Sunset?” Twilight asked, making her voice as chocolate-sweet as she could manage. “You wouldn’t happen to still have your journal around, would you?”

“Journal. Journal,” Sunset repeated, rubbing her chin. “I don’t know anything about a journal.”

Not a good sign, but not unworkable, either.

“Could we look for it?” Twilight asked. “Maybe it got left in your office.”

Sunset clapped and rose to her feet. “That’s an vunderful idea! Let’s go look.”

Twilight followed Sunset into the school, the latex dress hugging tightly at Sunset’s overly thick, round ass, making Twilight just a little uncomfortable as it reminded her of the sexpot Sunset had unwillingly become. Though she seemed so happy to go along with whatever Adagio said now, Twilight had started to doubt and wonder if maybe it was willing.

No, no, Twilight told herself. That’s ridiculous. There’s no way Sunset would give herself over to the Dazzlings like that … isn’t there?

“Here we are,” Sunset announced, unlocking the door to her office. “You have free run of the place.”

“Really?” Twilight asked. “You mean it?”

“Of course! What are friends for? Besides, I’ve been meaning to tidy up anyway. What harm could it do?”

“Okay. Uh, thanks,” Twilight said, walking into the room, keeping her eyes on Sunset and keeping alert to the fact that it could be a trap.

Twilight rummaged through the drawers, the desk, the shelves, and the desk and drawers again. She made a mess of the office, books and papers thrown everywhere as her search became more and more frantic and desperate, unable to find the one thing she was looking for.

“Where is it!?” Twilight shouted, lifting the trash bin to check inside there. “Where could it be?”

“Where could what be?” Adagio’s cool, smooth, seductive and even assuring voice purred from the doorway.

“Twilight is trying to find a journal of mine,” Sunset explained. “Apparently it’s important.”

“A journal. Oh, a journal! Do you mean this?” Adagio pulled the journal out.

“Yes!” Twilight ran towards Adagio, then stopped, remembering what her situation was. “May I have it?”

“Mmm.”

“May I please have it?” Twilight asked.

“Sure,” Adagio handed her the book.

Twilight opened it up and flipped through it, trying to find a blank page. She got all the way to the end, and the last page was already used up, written in Sunset’s hand, in letters larger than needed so that they could took up as much of the space as possible.

Dear Princess Twilight, the message read,

I’m not going to be able to talk for a while. It’s too complicated to explain right now, but rest assured that everything is fine. Don’t worry about me.

With love, your friend,

Sunset.

The date was … yesterday.

Twilight stared off into space as the meaning of this became clear to her. Adagio already had Sunset write in the journal and use it all up – all of its magic, all of its pages, so that Twilight couldn’t use it to get a message out, and to convince Princess Twilight that everything was okay on this side of the portal.

“Twilight?” Sunset asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Are you going to be keeping that journal, Twilight?” Adagio asked with a vicious smirk. “I imagine it must be of some use to you, since you were so interested in it.”

“N-no,” Twilight answered, closing the book and handing it back to Adagio, despondent. “No, I’m not going to keep it.”

“Excellent,” Adagio said, taking the book. “I’ll just put this somewhere for safekeeping ...” and she pushed the journal into her cleavage, her boobs somehow able to completely swallow up and smother the whole thing the oblivion of her breasts.

Sunset let out a sudden giggle, as if Adagio’s boobs swallowing the journal did something to stimulate the pleasure centers of her brain.

“Oh my, I don’t know what came over me,” Sunset said.

“I do,” Twilight muttered bitterly.

“C’est la vie,” Adagio said, triumph in her voice.

“Sacre bleu,” Sunset said. “I’m sorry that didn’t work for you, Twilight. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No,” Twilight answered, making her way out the door and shoving past the two of them. “No, there’s nothing.”

“Poor dear,” Sunset said. “I hope whatever it is that’s troubling her gets fixed, soon.”

“Oh, I think it will,” Adagio said. “I think she’ll figure out exactly what it is she needs to do soon enough.”

Twilight sat around the dinner table, rolling a meatball around on her plate. Her brother and her mother conversed in rapid French which she couldn’t follow at all.

“Hey,” Shining Armor said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, Twiley?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Twilight said. Her phone buzzed.

It was a text from Sunset Shimmer.

Trying out some new looks! Adagio says its time I break on my own instead of just copying her style. What do you think? I can’t decide, they all look good to me!

Among the options were an orange shirt that exposed Sunset’s bra with an incredibly short black skirt, with a handbag and beret. An equally short and skimpy red dress, or khakis with a jacket version of Sunset’s older shirts, a white shirt with pink sleeves with a zipper that promised to make flashing her boobs at her next victim quite easy. There was another that was like a half-thought attempt to fuse Adagio, Aria and Sonata’s dress, with a purple shirt, large belt and black boots from Aria, a skirt like Sonata’s, and Adagio’s beret.

Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes.

“May I be excused?” She asked, then pushed her seat out and left the table without waiting for an answer.

She collapsed onto her bed, holding her phone, flipping through the pictures Sunset sent and despite her misery and contempt for the situation, tried to figure out the one she liked best.

Sunset was shuffling around some papers in her office, sorting through her paperwork after having cleaned up her office from Twilight’s earlier trashing during her search.

A knock came on her door.

“Come in.”

Twilight stepped in, dressed up in a sweater vest like her old Crystal Prep uniform, a red tie, and a professional-looking black skirt.

“Twilight,” Sunset said. “What can I do for you?”

“I … talked to Adagio Dazzle,” Twilight nervously adjusted her glasses, fidgeting with them. “We talked for awhile and came to a agreement. She gave me a position as your assistant.”

“Oh, Twilight, that’s great!” Sunset clapped her hands hands together. “Here, here, have a seat, you can get started.” She pulled up a chair for visiting students and brought it next to her own.

Twilight sat down in it, though not without a bit of reticence. She sighed and placed a few papers down on Sunset’s desk.

It took a moment, but the depth of Adagio’s cruelty had truly dawned on Twilight. Everyone was under their thrall. Everybody else was under their control, none the wiser that things had ever been anything but what they were now – the whole town full of pleasure-seeking omniglots who spoke anywhere from three to five different languages fluently, and who craved nothing more than kisses, sex, and pleasure, like a bunch of heathens and harlots – with the Dazzlings as their patron gods. Gods who walked among them and would occasionally, rarely, give someone their blessing. Usually in the form a kiss that made them orgasm their brains out, further cementing their illustrious control.

Twilight had tried to carry on. She tried to live in this world, this brave new world order that she wasn’t a part of it, and she just couldn’t hack it. Things were too different. Her friends were always greeting each other with kisses on the cheek that she refused. She grew tired of listening to her mother and her brother talk in a language she didn’t understand, and be surprised when she couldn’t keep up.

And she couldn’t fight the Dazzlings. Not on her own. But everybody left in town was definitively on their side, not hers, and she didn’t have the means to go another town and try to recruit fighters there. She didn’t think the people there would believe her anyway. The idea of seductive women, thousands of years old yet not looking a day over thirty, brainwashing people with kisses that made them orgasm and learn entire languages in the span of a snap of the fingers? Ridiculous. She’d be laughed out of town.

But everyone else seemed so happy. So carefree, with all their worries behind him and the Dazzlings to take care of doing all the thinking and heavy lifting for them – and that was even before the sex, which Twilight inferred was quite good. So if she was going to be stuck here, wouldn’t it be better to give in and to submit, and at least be able to partake in that bliss and pleasure, than to be alone and miserable by herself, trapped on all sides in a world she wasn’t from by people she didn’t really know?

Given an absolute unconditional freedom but with nothing that she could do with that freedom, what else could she do … but give it up?

Waiting until Sunset was engrossed with her paperwork and not paying attention, Twilight sprung on her, grabbing Sunset’s cheeks and giving her a big wet kiss on the mouth.

Sunset seemed surprised at first, and Twilight wondered why she wasn’t feeling the bliss she kept hearing about. But then Sunset recovered and wrapped her arms around Twilight’s waist and kissed her back, and the pleasured flowed in like a scent on the breeze. It wasn’t until they activated their kisses that the effects happened, Twilight realized, and Sunset activated hers.

Twilight’s mind fogged up, and she could see it. She could see the machines, the wires, that tubes that started pumping and pouring steam and smoke around her brain, covering it up and obscuring it since she wasn’t going to be using it anymore.

She moaned, popping her leg out as she squirted, brought to a terrific orgasm in the span of a few mere moments, cum leaking through her panties and out from her skirt.

Twilight staggered away, trying to catch her breath. Sunset placed her hand under Twilight’s thighs, catching the droplets of Twilight’s juices on her fingers before placing it into her mouth and sucking it up.

Twilight moaned and grunted. She could feel her will ebbing away, sinking into Sunset’s stomach like heavy stones to the bottom of a river as Sunset swallowed up her cum and swallowed up her will. She was a part of Sunset now – Twilight Sparkle didn’t matter. She was an elemental, a construct, a familiar, summoned for the sole purpose of carrying out Sunset’s will – of fulfilling Sunset’s desires. And Twilight knew now, she knew, that even if some hero swooped in from the sky, even if some freak force of nature, or the people from the other side of the portal caught wind of what was going on and found another way to get to Canterlot High and beat the Dazzlings, trounced them, and got rid of all their magic and freed all the thralls from their domination, she would still be compelled to obey whatever command Sunset asked of her, such was her mistress’s hold.

Twilight nearly fell down from the pleasure, but Sunset caught her and pulled Twilight in close, letting Twilight’s chin rest on her boobs.

Sunset reached her head down, nuzzling Twilight intimately, at first having her nose go over Twilight’s head before pressing their cheeks together.

“I knew you would come to me,” Sunset said, her accent sounding like the most natural and comforting thing in the world to Twilight. “Adagio thought I was crazy when I suggested letting you go free, but I knew. I knew you would make your way to me, and that, given the choice between which of us you wanted to have the most ownership over you, you would choose me.”

Sunset gave Twilight another kiss, and Twilight felt her body shift.

Twilight broke away from Sunset to assess herself. Sunset’s kiss had transformed her, starting on the path of taking the same transformation Sunset herself had undergone. She was taller, and bustier, with thicker thighs, as well. Her dress magically changed to the same dress Sunset wore, except hers was a pale green color to better go along with her complexion. She cupped her new boobs, giving them a squeeze and appreciating how heavy they were, how soft they felt.

Twilight saw a rectangular mirror with ornate garnet trim set against the wall. She wasn’t sure if it was there before. She didn’t care. She walked up to her reflection and gave her a reflection kiss, matching her painted green lips to her reflection and making out with herself. She felt a pressure on her lips as though her reflection was kissing back.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Sunset said, grabbing Twilight by the back of her dress and dragging her away from the mirror. Twilight protested, but Sunset easily put a stop to that with a few simple words.

“I have a task for you.”

Twilight stood at attention and saluted. The thing she wanted most in life was to obey, because obeying made her mistress happy, and making her mistress happy made Twilight feel ecstatic.

“I have a report for Adagio Dazzle,” Sunset held up a stack of papers bound with a single paperclip. “Take this to her.”

Twilight took the papers and nodded. She left the office with a smile on her face, understanding the real task set before her; not to bring Adagio the meaningless paperwork, but to let Sunset’s mistress assess her new thrall and reward her for her compliance and submission with sexual gratification.

Twilight merrily skipped her way through the hall, holding the paperwork to her jiggling chest and humming a tune to herself.

Today was going to be a good day, after all.

Author's Notes:

Would you believe that someone suggested to me an ending that was, at least in my opinion, even darker than this one?

Perhaps I should have put in a "Bad End" tag in the story description, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Then again, maybe if I wanted it to be a surprise, I shouldn't have ended every chapter with the protagonists losing horribly.

I also planned this chapter to respond to comments about the portal and the journal and whatever, but while I still put them in, as I've gotten more experienced with my writing, I have started to see some of these criticism as Cinema Sins nitpicks over nonsense that's not relevant to the story. "Why doesn't X character do Y thing?" Well, sure, maybe X WOULD do Y, but Y would be telling a story that's not the one I'm here to tell.

So there you go! The end of Her Way With Words. The final conclusion to a story that wasn't supposed to make it past Christmas last year. Probably a big part of the reason I kept writing pony fanfiction at all past 2018.

This story is definitely an interesting concept I'd like to write more of - being hypnotized into another language. There's all sorts of fun that I think could be had with that I think I only scratched the surface of here. Of course, that requires being able to write a foreign language to pull off well.

If you haven't already, do check out my DA collection on various pictures me and friends have had commissioned for and about the story; https://www.deviantart.com/galecrowley/favourites/81286248/her-way-with-words-pics

Keep an eye on both that and Hypnohub, as while I am kind of over MLP and FIM as franchises, I haven't yet gotten tired of having Adagio dom Sunset. Especially in that dress, rrr. And Sunset should get more turns as the dom, too. So odds are good I will probably, hopefully, in the future, commission more pics of them pertaining to this story.

Translations:
Mon étudiant - my student

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