This is nice. But my favorite bit about this is the other two guys hypnotized in the background, and their angry dates, one steaming and glaring daggers at him, and the other cussing the guy out from offscreen (indicated by the grawlixes).

Neckbeard spotted

Relationship stereotypes are considered politics too now?

Even without hypnosis this happens constantly. I'm gonna add the politics tag.

saw your icon and i don't like plus i don't like this

(late) Valentines Day pic of @Hypno_nekoneko asking out Delilah. She seems flattered

Story from artist:


Lost in the Music

The nervous stallion tilted his head a little, running a hoof through his mane again and checking it in the mirror at a different angle. The restroom was small, but sparkling clean, every surface and fixture reminding him of how big the bill was going to be by the end of the night. It didnt matter though. She was worth it.

He gave a shy smile into the mirror. Two years already. So many memories. And now it was time to make another. The staff already had the ring, ready to bring it out when he signaled. He noticed he was starting to blush and pulled his thoughts back to the present. No good to ruin the surprise. One more stroke of the mane, and he turned to head back to the lobby to wait.

He felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and took the call. Who would be calling now?

There was no response from the other end. But just as he was about to hang up, he heard something, faintly. Music. It sounded like some kind of indie-folk thing, simple vocals and guitar, melody gently rising and falling. It slowly swelled as he listened, like it was getting closer. He realized he was breathing with the music now, up and down, gently rising and falling. He realized he and the music were slowly coming together somehow, like the edge of two puzzle pieces, like the teeth of two gears, closer and closer, closer and closer, until finally they

Clicked.

A gentle smile spread over his face, and he gazed into the mirror blankly, eyes unfocused, unknowing and uncaring, content to just drift with the music. The phone slipped from his hoof, clattering to the counter, but he didnt react. Despite this the music was even clearer now, every note and breath.

He realized a silver stallion was standing behind him. He kept smiling.

Like the music? The stallion asked, stroking his mane. He gave a soft nod, still staring ahead into nothing.

Good. Get up on the counter for me. He felt the words TUG at him somehow, through the music, and shivered. There was a strength in the words as they gripped him, and it felt good. He gave a smiling nod, and climbed onto the counter, flipping onto his back to face the stallion, legs splaying limply to show off everything between them. He realized he was hard. He didnt know when that had happened.

Good boy. The stallion stepped forward, over him. He was hard too. He was between his legs, pressing into him. He was slick somehow, and the hot flesh sunk into him easily, deep, deep into him. He started to thrust, and the music started to thrust into his mind. He gasped as thoughts and memories started to twist and bend, changing or disappearing entirely, replaced by something new.

A look of confusion slowly sank into dumb, contented bliss as reality shifted with each thrust of the stallions cock, each thud of his balls. Suddenly he knew so many obvious things, things he hadalways known? He knew what he liked. He knew what he needed. And he knew that when the silver stallion was finished, and gone, he was going to spend the night with someone special, but not the one he had planned. Somehow, he knew now that the waitstaff were very eager to get some relief once their shift ended. And once his date was over, nothing would make him happier than to give them just that.

Backstory from artist:

Nestled into a sleepy commercial district, Hoofspin Records was owned and operated by the well-known Halfstep Night Breeze. It had launched to a slow start, but over time the unique selection, carefully curated, had caught the ear of those who stepped inside. The owners cheerful, friendly cool, professional attitude had helped seal the deal, and Hoofspin now enjoyed a small but loyal group of regulars. More aggressive marketing could easily have expanded things of course, but Halfstep Night Breeze enjoyed the smaller, cozy feel. It was exactly what he had hoped for.

Sometimes a customer would get confused, remembering things that had never been. But soon the music drifting from the shops speakers would find them, and with a gentle tug everything would make sense again.

Story from artist:

*The book store was dim and dusty. Light filtered lazily into the subterranean space through a few high, street-level windows along one wall, giving a strange glow to the muted browns and blacks of long rows of shelves, all neatly stacked with strange tomes and stranger trinkets.*

*Officer Minty Chip stepped cautiously past the entrance, glancing up as a tarnished bell above the door announced her arrival. But no greeting came in reply; the store seemed as abandoned inside as it had looked outside.*

There was no clear way through the maze of oddly-angled shelves, so the O.M.C. pony picked a path at random and started forward, eyes scanning the inventory. By the second shelf she counted three minor violations and two majors, by the fourth she had seen at least two Class Cs. This place was practically radioactive with illegal magic.

*She walked deeper into the shelves.*

Minty wasnt here for a search-and-seize. She was here for him. Shifting Sands. The pony with the phantom shop, no sooner found than it was gone again, replaced by different architecture as if it had never been there at all. Not a phantom shop anymore though. Now she was in it. Now, he would be hers.

She walked deeper into the shelves.

*She hadnt filed anything on this. The Office would want a containment team on it, and by then the lead would be wasted, the phantom shop gone again. Sometimes, you had to seize opportunity quickly, before it slipped away.*

She walked deeper into the shelves.

Sometimes you had to be focused and determined. So focused that she didnt notice the shelves had already gone on far longer than they should have been able too. So focused that she didnt notice when the standard-issue Protection charm around her neck started to glow, then warm, then fall off entirely, disappearing as she rounded another corner.

She walked deeper into the shelves.

Focus was a lot like relaxation. Relaxation was a lot like floating. She felt like she was floating past the shelves now, and floating in her mind too, hooves barely feeling the floor, mind barely feeling her thoughts. She didnt need to walk much, she didnt need to think much. Just let the warm flow pull her forwards.

Deeper and deeper into the shelves.

When she realized she had stopped, she couldnt remember when she had stopped. When she realized someone was speaking, his words were already in her mind, warm and glowing and wonderful. When she realized who he was, Minty could remember what she had wanted to do, but she couldnt want it anymore. All those thoughts, all those feelings had drifted far, far away, leaving the warm, comfortable emptiness his words were now filling. It felt so good to be filled, to be pulled away on the warm current of his words. It felt so good, and the more he spoke the more she wished he would fill her in every way, with every part of himself. If only he would offer.

***

Office of Magical Contraband: Missing Persons Report

Officer Minty Chip did not report into work on [redacted]. Standard sweeps turned up negative, and her issued tracker was left at the office, possibly due to her investigating without Office approval. Her notes indicate research into noted contraband dealer Shifting Sands. The address circled in them was checked, but was discovered to be an abandoned coffee shop that had been closed for at least a decade.

As Office protocols were violated, no insurance will be issued.

kris talking is REALLY cursed. the image itself is pretty well made, just the kris talking that got me thinking

yet another variation of big breasts chara. how many there will be at the end of 2024?

Knowing your breasts have quadrupled in size fills you with determination

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That's a classic!

I love this forced partner scenario, where master orders his two slaves (especially if they aren't in a relationship with each other) to mate for his pleasure.

There isn't near enough of it.

Yes finally! It's happening I love it when Kaa the snake squeezes both of them & having sex all once Mowgli and Shanti awesome work on pal

Just replace mowgli with me and Ill be having a good time fucking shanti and obeying Kaa with her.

@hypnofan100 Don't worry, another rebellion story is never out of the question, I just meant to clarify that it's not what this particular arc is setting up.

@Thalarynth
Oh. I guess I misinterpreted her doubts and that reference to changing allegiances earlier. I guess part of me is hoping for a second rebellion, but I'm just happy the bunnies are where they belong now...sort of

Happy hypno bunnies make for happy readers =3

@hypnofan100 This page isn't meant to set up any future rebellion with Wendy, I just thought it's an interesting scenario to put her in. She's brainwashed alright, but since so much of it has conditioned her to obey a specific person she's hasn't actually had any contact with, she can't experience the full extent of her brainwashing until her unseen owner finally comes to take control of her life.

So when Tammy started talking like a rebel, Wendy was particularly prone to getting cold feet listening to her, because she doesn't yet have anything to contradict what she's saying. Wendy wouldn't have had this reaction if she already had the blindingly pleasurable experience of obeying her Master to drown out doubts with.

I feel like Wendy might not be as devoted as she appears. With the amount of foreshadowing we've been getting in this chapter, I can easily see there being a second rebellion.