Cooking for Sunbutt [Hypnotizing the Moon]

>Well, you used taste on Celestia, it'd be boring to do it on Luna.

>Hearing, on the other hand, was a good bet.

>Surely she'd be half asleep by the time she talked with you again, right?

>The next two hours were painful, as you awaited your encounter.

>Even if you got Celestia, facing Luna was still intimidating.

>You set yourself near her room, waiting for her to arise.

>By the time you had gotten there, an hour had passed.

>You entertained yourself for the remaining hour by thinking of what to do to entrance her.

>Maybe you could sing to her.

>The song "Born Under Punches" was a good one, you could try that.

>The last hour passed.

>Her door opened.

>"You may relieve yourselves of duty," came her voice.

>Upon hearing this, the guards left their posts to parts unknown.

>Your heart was beating quickly.

>You weren't sure you could do this.

>She came out of her room after about 20 minutes, ready for the night.

>You approached her.

>"Anonymous. Just who I wanted to see. So, will you be able to prove your innocence?"

"Sure, sure. But uh, let's walk and talk. I'd feel more comfortable doing that."

>She scoffs.

>"You are delaying the inevitable, but very well."

>The two of you walked side by side.

>"If you cannot convince me of your innocence by the time we get to the dining room, you will be banished forever."

>No pressure at all.

>"Let's get moving, Anonymous. You may begin pleading your case."

>You start your trip, which will take about 20 minutes total.

>You've got enough time.

"Alright, but before I do, would you like to hear a song from my homeland?"

>She raises an eyebrow.

>"You are only wasting your time by doing so. You know this, correct?"

"Yep."

>"I see. Begin, then."

>You've got this. Your singing voice is angelic.

"Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands. The hand speaks. The hand of a government man. Well I'm a tumbler. Born under punches. I'm so thin."

>You remember the rhythm well enough.

>She only stares at you as you sing.

>It was just the beginning of the song.

>She wouldn't go under at the start.

"All I want is to breathe. I'm too thin. Won't you breath with me? Find a little space, so we move in-between. In-between it. And keep one step ahead, of yourself."

>As luck would have it, in between your pauses, you pass a room with several practicing musician ponies, all playing an upbeat tune.

>You hold her hoof as you sing the next part. "Don't you miss it, don't you miss it. Some 'a you people just about missed it! Last time to make plans! Well I'm a tumbler...I'm a Government Man."

>She bobs her head to the beat.

>Was this working?

>You got a plan as you sang the next part.

"Never seen anything like that before.

Falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor. Well I'm your master! When you get to where you wanna be. Thank you! Thank you for obeying! When you get to where you wanna be. Don't even mention it!"

>Subliminal messages to go along with the music, which continued to ring out.

>Genius.

"Take a look at these hands. They're the hands of your master. Take a look at these hands! Take a look at these hands. You don't have to mention it. No thanks. I'm in control.

>Luna was absorbing your words in sync with the music.

"And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And your obedience goes on..."

>You made sure to make the next parts slow and relaxing.

"And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been..."

>You direct your hand to your eye, and she follows your hand with her own.

"And your sleepiness goes on...

>Her eyes fluttered.

>She shook her head.

>"How am I getting tired again? ...I just awoke..."

>Holy shit it's working.

"And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...

And your sleepiness goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And your obedience goes on..."

>She's trying to stay awake, but can't stop staring at your eyes.

>This is going better than expected.

"...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And your sleepiness goes on...

>Surely the repetition helped.

>She was nodding off.

>"I...why?"

"I'm not a drowning man! And I'm not a burning building! (I'm your master!)

Drowning cannot hurt a man!

Sleeping cannot hurt a man. (Not you.)"

>She couldn't keep her eyes open, and was literally walking with them closed.

"All I want is your obedience. Thank you. Thank you for obeying. Won't you listen to me? Find a little space...So we move in-between. I'm so thin. And keep one step behind me. I'm catching up with your mind.

>You didn't get to finish the song, as she dropped to the ground, asleep.

>Aw, you wanted to get through the whole thing.

>No matter, you got what you wanted.

>Luna is under your power now.

>First and foremost, you had to make her think you were innocent.

"Luna, are you listening to my voice?"

>"Yes."

"Will you listen to my commands?"

>"Yes."

"Good. Listen to me well. I did not try to rape you earlier. I am completely innocent. That incident is completely wiped from your mind. Instead, you remember it as me bringing you an afternoon snack of cookies. Do you understand?"

>"Yes."

>Now that that was out of the way, it was time to set a trigger phrase to make her entranced instantly.

>And make her do a funny thing or two.